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"Too busy being yours..." // Elijah Hewson X Reader!

prompt: you feel uncomfortable with people hitting on eli. even though you trust him, eli, noticing your unease, kisses you (and stuffs) at a party — even knowing how shy you are — to show he's taken.

words: 2k.

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You couldn't help feeling a little jealous whenever you saw other girls flirting with Eli. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, or doubt how much he loved you — you knew he was always too focused on you to even notice anyone else. Still, sometimes, it stung a little, seeing so many people trying to catch his attention when you were standing right there beside him.

"You're lookin' deadly tonight.” Eli said, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into a hug. He’d said it before, but honestly, you wouldn’t mind hearing it a few more times. Tilting your chin up, he searched your eyes, silently asking if everything was alright. You nodded. You wanted him all to yourself, but you understood — that promotion was his moment, and he needed to mingle.

"I promise I'll be back in just a few minutes — and then I'll be all yours," he said, sealing the promise with a kiss. Your shy smile made him feel a little more at ease, and you hid your face against his chest, holding him close.

At that, you agreed, giving his waist a squeeze and soaking up the comfort he always gave you. He stuck by your side until you found some familiar faces, still refusing to leave you alone — especially knowing you weren’t really a fan of these parties.

You two weren’t exactly the same when it came to socializing, but it had never been a problem. If anything, he loved having you around, even in moments that weren’t exactly your idea of fun.

The party was one of the many thrown for some artist’s new album — a friend of the boys, as usual. It was cool, honestly, but sometimes it was hard to spot familiar faces, and you weren’t exactly the best at jumping into new crowds. Still, it was always worth it just to have Eli's arm around you, guiding you through the chaos so carefully.

After chatting with Eli for a bit, you ended up on the dance floor, just trying to have a good time with Bobby and his girlfriend.

A few minutes later, just like he promised, he was back. He kissed the top of your head as you stood there, still a little dazed by all the new faces that had shown up, and he thanked Bobby for looking after you.

Eli swore he could feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

Laughing under your breath, you moved closer to him, running your hands over his shoulders before asking if he could grab you a drink.

He nodded straight away, smiling like he already understood — especially when he felt the slight tremble in your touch.

You knew he got it. Still, it always felt a little silly, being so introverted that even walking through a crowd of strangers just for a drink felt like too much — like the moment you pictured it, your thirst magically disappeared.

Eli felt a bit stupid for not thinking of it sooner, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel good that you trusted him enough to ask, instead of just pushing your needs aside.

Then he slipped away to grab some drinks, leaving you dancing with Bobby. It didn’t take long before Bobby had you laughing, feeling light and carefree the way he always made everyone feel — and with him, you were completely at ease. That’s when you caught sight of her — a girl making her way over to Eli, a flirty look in her eyes, flashing a beautiful smile and running her fingers through silky, perfect hair. Instinctively, your eyes followed, even though it was nothing out of the ordinary.

You watched from a distance, Bobby and his girlfriend too caught up in the music to even notice. The girl leaned in, said something to Eli, and pressed an unnecessary kiss to his cheek. Even though Eli did his usual polite shuffle to brush her off, it didn’t do much — a second later, she was running her hand over his, acting like she wanted to hold it while chatting away, absolutely buzzing. You knew you should be used to it by now, but deep down, you felt this urge to storm over and pull her away — maybe not all that nicely. Which, yeah, meant it still got under your skin more than you liked to admit.

You watched as Elijah tried, in his usual sweet way, to dodge her advances, telling her he was with someone. But she wasn’t having it — she kept trailing after him, desperate for his attention. A wave of jealousy and insecurity washed over you before you could even stop it. The music thumped around you, pulling you under, and you tried to look away, focusing instead on Bobby’s girlfriend’s bright smile as she squeezed your hand.

Eli knew he'd made it pretty clear, and he could feel the intensity behind the girl’s gestures. It brought back the way you used to point out how girls would throw themselves at him — always in a plural he thought was far too generous. You never sounded bitter when you mentioned it, just a little baffled that he didn’t seem to notice. Your voice always made it clear you weren’t worried about him taking advantage of it, but it was obvious you didn’t love seeing it happen right in front of you. And now, for the first time, he was seeing it unfold in real time — detailed, undeniable — and knowing you were there to witness it too.

He felt an urgent need to apologize, even though it wasn’t really a situation that called for it — it wasn’t his fault, and you didn’t think it was either. The drinks were completely forgotten as he made his way back to you, his steps steady, cutting through the crowd without hesitation.

When he saw you, that lost look on your face, he could read you instantly — a few years together had taught him the signs: your slouched shoulders, your forced smile, the way jealousy softened your whole expression. He loved that about you — not in a toxic way, never — but it didn’t make it any less painful to see.

"I know it's about me and my own insecurities," you had told him once, curled up in his arms on a night much like this one. "I don’t blame you. I just... can’t help feeling it."

And how that one night, holding you close, thanking you for opening up to him, had been enough.

The thing was, he didn’t want you to feel that way. He’d told you before how clueless he could be about it, and how he had no intention — and never would — of doing anything that would disrespect you.

So why wasn’t he showing that more?

The thought wasn’t exactly a fully-formed one — it was more about wanting to show you he was paying attention, to put an end to the situation as quickly as possible.

He wanted it to happen right away, so he took your hand and led you toward a quieter corner, a little further from the others. His touch was gentle, even if there was a bit of urgency in it.

Still, the adrenaline made everything seem faster. Your eyes were a little unsure as your fingers brushed the back of his neck, lifting his gaze to meet yours. He wet his lips and pressed them against yours with a sigh that felt almost desperate, moving with enough pressure to gently pin you against the wall.

His hands found your waist, holding you there against him, and yours slid down his shoulders in a soft touch.

You two weren’t usually the kind to get overly affectionate in public — at most, his hand would be resting on your back or guiding you by the waist — but god, he needed to make a point.

He wasn’t available.

“What are you doing?” you whispered, your voice small, your faces so close you could feel his breath.

The blue light made his eyes and freckles stand out even more, and his hair was messier than it had been earlier, some strands falling over your face even as you tried to tuck them behind his ear.

He cupped your tense face, gently brushing the hair away from your ear. You heard him moisten his lips and whisper wetly next to your skin.

"Are you okay?" he asked, and you both knew exactly what he meant.

You nodded.

He followed your gaze, catching the girls laughing, clearly finding the whole thing a game — and seeing you look over only seemed to egg them on. Eli felt his blood boil.

"You don't have to prove anything to me, El," you said softly, your voice genuine.

And Eli realized how foolish it was to think that showing he was taken would change anything.

Still, he made a mental note: he’d be even clearer about it next time. Just like he should’ve been from the start.

Taking his time, he ran his fingers down the back of your neck, closing his hand into a fist and feeling the strands of your hair catch in his rings. With the sudden push, your head tilted back and your bare skin was all his.

He brushed his chin against the spot, the baby hairs tickling and raising goosebumps on your skin. It made him laugh, which made your body cling to him, so that every curve was molded to his grip. He licked your neck briefly, as usual for you, and kissed you deeper. Kissing until the tip of his nose sank into your skin. He pulled away briefly, your sighs filling his lungs, and then he grazed his teeth in a light bite.

He sucked your flesh into his lips, lightly and gently, and when he let go he filled the spot with affection. Like a need to release the pain to ease it. You liked it, it was visible as your body softened against his as he held you in place.

Your eyes fluttered, and before they fully blurred, you caught a glimpse of the well-groomed girl from earlier and her friend, both looking visibly annoyed, like spoiled kids. You tightened your hold around Eli’s arms as he pulled you even closer to him. Was it wrong? You couldn't really tell, but there was a quiet satisfaction in knowing it had gotten to them.

"El, I don't think they're watching anymore..." you said in a slow, lazy tone, your voice soft and velvety, and he couldn’t help but smile at how relaxed you sounded. He didn’t mind — as long as you didn’t either.

So he kept going. His fingertips found their way into your shirt, tightening your waist a little and stealing your body heat for himself. He trailed his beard down your neck, moving up to your cheek and kissing you before you could bury your head in his chest, "Think I can make a run for it now?”

He bumped the tip of his nose against yours, pressing his face close until you ended up cupping his cheeks between your laughter. His body was still tucked warmly against yours.

"Sorry," he murmured, voice low and rough. His lips were a little flushed, cheeks too, as he pulled back just enough to get a better look at you. Not that you were looking much different.

You bit your lip, smiling softly at him.

"I know you're not really big on over-the-top PDA," he started, "and... I should’ve listened when you told me girls were pushing it with me. I just said I didn’t notice..."

You nodded. "Well, you weren’t lying about not noticing before," you said, your fingers tracing along his brows before your gaze dropped to the chain around his neck, your fingers looping around it.

And yes, if you had never joked about it, maybe he wouldn't have realized it. He hated the thought of having to make you uncomfortable, so at least this way he could handle it better.

He could tell you weren’t really upset — a little shy about the whole thing maybe, but if it meant seeing you all flustered and cuddly against him like this, he’d gladly do it again.

"Well," he said, copying your tone playfully, "either way, I had to make it pretty clear I’m yours, yeah?"

He brushed his thumb over the bridge of your nose, watching your breathing slow back to normal.

"So, are we really leaving?" you asked, tugging gently at his chain between your fingers. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, nodding.

"I need to finish this night with you," he said.

You nodded back, smoothing out your shirt and skirt before he could tug you by the hand, leading you out into the night.

Your eyes caught the girl's again — the same one from before — but the wide smile that hadn't left your face stayed right there. She couldn't hold your gaze for long, and Eli... Eli didn’t even seem to remember her face.

Somehow, that made his earlier words — about wanting people to know he was with you — feel even more real.

It wasn’t something you had thought about before, but now...

You were really glad he had done it.

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dear god i can't even express how much i am obsessed and love and want to crush this man in warm hugs and happy screams

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Girl, I'm surprised that the Eli's fic had more readers than the one with Noel

Dude... Me too 🤨

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aaaaa you did it again! my heart absolutely melted on your latest noel fic :’) just so so sweet and cute and i’m 99% sure noel is that much of a caring father irl too ❤️ can’t wait to see what else you have for us! i’m so so blessed and lucky to be able to read your marvelous writing you are so talented!❤️❤️

Aw, tysm!! I'm glad you read it and enjoyed it, thank you!! I'm with dad Noel stuck in my mind for a while ❤️

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I'm going to make a Noel List to see if I feel like writing/posting more 🙂

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See ya! // Noel Gallagher (Single Dad) X Reader! (Fluff).

prompt: you found a lost child and helped her find her father...

words: 2K.

 Before ending up in your lap, the child had a lost look in her eyes, searching among the miniature trees that stood at her height. Your eyes drifted from your book, and it didn’t take long for you to notice that there was no adult nearby.

 She was hesitant, her eyes filled with tears, and her dark eyebrows drawn in a painful line. Somewhere between your gentle words, she broke down, letting your hand comfort her trembling shoulders as she sobbed in despair, “I can’t find Daddy.” 

 You nodded, looking into her blue eyes, trying to make her feel safe. "I can help you," you whispered, and her little sobs began to ease. You draped your jacket around her shoulders, and her tiny hands squeezed yours.

 "When was the last time you saw him? What does he look like?"

 She searched the area with her eyes, feet rooted to the spot, her red nose slowly returning to its natural color.

 "Does he tell you to stay in the same place when you get lost? So it’s easier to find you?"

 That made her look you up and down, and despite trying to hold it back, you laughed. "My mom used to say the same thing, can you believe that?"

 Noticing her hesitation, you opened your bag to show her what was inside—a small bag for the picnic mat you’d been sitting on, your book, some lip balm, and a coin purse you opened to show her the coins. You explained you forgot the bug spray, like always, and always ended up regretting it.

 "Uncle Liam talks a lot, just like you. I like that. Daddy is really quiet and always has a serious face."

 You laughed. Her words were getting lighter, and her mixed-up letters and accent, shaped by her age, were adorable.

 "Okay, so he walks around with a grumpy face..."

 She nodded, her expression more amused now.

 "He has a lot of hair. The other dads usually don’t."

 You agreed, imagining a man with a full head of hair and thick eyebrows, just like hers—definitely a genetic trait.

 You weren’t going anywhere. You figured he’d pass by at some point, and you’d still be there, right by her side, making sure nothing bad happened to her.

 She rested her head on your arm—clearly tired, but just as clearly not ready to close her eyes.

 "He’ll find you," you whispered, watching her glance from you to the park around her.

 You had already told security and said you’d wait.

 "Sal,"

 The man’s voice was much louder than both of yours combined. That alone made your arm, which was wrapped around her, fall away as she stood and ran straight into his arms.

 You watched as his arms closed tightly around her waist, pulling her into a fierce embrace. He wore a single pinky ring, and his fingers clutched the back of her clothes with intensity. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes glossy, and when he finally opened them, he took in every detail of her face like he was memorizing it.

 "I’m sorry, I know I should’ve waited for you."

 It felt like a scene out of a film—the kind of moment you know could happen to someone, just never to you.

 She hugged him again, and he let her curl into him for as long as he thought she needed. Then he looked over at you and gave a brief smile, nodding. His gaze lingered on yours a little longer than one might expect—just long enough to feel like it wasn’t quite everyday stuff, but also nothing inappropriate given the moment.

 "It were twenty minutes, y’know? Felt like bloody eternity," he said, the thick Manchester accent curling around the words. You weren't entirely used to the sound, so you stepped a little closer to catch it all.

 The way he said it was almost like he was trying to justify himself—but with the worry written all over his face, the little pink bag slung over his shoulder, the towel peeking out, and the joy in Sally’s eyes as she looked up at him like he was her hero, there wasn’t really anything to question.

 You smiled, and when he reached his hand out for a shake, your instinct was to lean in and go for a hug instead.

 As your arms met and he caught your waist when you slightly stumbled, your cheeks warmed, and butterflies erupted in your stomach. For a few seconds, he was close—close enough to make it a little awkward. He smelled like mint gum and that kind of dad cologne you could never quite describe.

 You laughed at your own thought, then added, "I’m not from here, I get that hugging strangers probably isn’t the norm, but I’m getting used to it."

 He didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to like that you hadn’t apologized for it—though he clearly understood the context.

 His cheeks and the tip of his nose went red again, this time even more than before.

 "Noel," he said, introducing himself. He barely opened his mouth when he spoke, maybe because he didn’t think the gap between his front teeth was charming, even though you thought it kind of was. The fact he seemed shy about it only made him more attractive.

 Sal’s hand hadn’t let go of his. Noel kept her close, protectively, but the moment you said your name, she gave a little tug—almost like a reminder that she was still there.

 "And this’s my little Sally—glad she’s alright, thanks to you," he added, his accent rich with that unmistakable Manchester warmth.

 She waved, and you waved back.

 Noel tried to take off your jacket from around her, saying hers was in his bag, but Sal resisted with a stubborn shake of her head and a tiny pout—like it was her armor now. You figured it was fine, even if it turned Noel beet red.

 You were relieved, really. In the end, she was safe with her dad.

 You grabbed your bag, stood, and folded your mat to pack it away—there was no reason for you to stay anymore.

 But as you did, you heard a low whisper from him to the girl, "Ask her to come for a coffee with us."

 Then came the unmistakable shuffle of a bag and what you imagined was Noel nudging her with his elbow.

 "You ask her," her voice came back, much clearer than his.

 "I don’t even drink coffee," she murmured under her breath, trying to hold back a smile.

 "Don’t wanna come with us?" he asked just as you turned around. He did seem quieter than the uncles Sally had mentioned—he asked it like someone who was trying to sound confident but fighting off a war inside.

 "We’re going for coffee. Well, he is—I like hot chocolate," Sal added, and you nodded.

 The thought of letting them walk away without you was starting to feel oddly wrong. 

 It hadn’t been a quick thing; time seemed to slow down like it was what everyone needed. Noel waited for you to order and helped Sally choose a pie, placing both her drink order and his. Sal was chatty in a way he wasn’t—not that she was a motor-mouth. She sat on his lap, her cheek resting against his chest, and sleepiness seemed to wash over her. Every now and then her arms would wrap around his waist, and he’d kiss the top of her head, and she’d close her eyes. The girl looked just like him.

 “Y’alreet, been ‘ere long?” 

 “No, I moved last week. I live just down the road from the stadium. It’s been nice,” you said, shifting your gaze from Sal to his. He nodded, eyes still on you, and you held his gaze. The colour returned to your cheeks, and you found yourself liking that more than you meant to.

 “I like the weather... I might miss the vitamin D, but it feels cosy.”

 He laughed—that wide, almost toothless kind of laugh he had. He scratched his face, more precisely his jaw, then looked away for a moment before turning back to you.

 “There’s a café just on the corner near you, one of the best around. You should check it out.”

 You nodded, already knowing it—you’d been there before.

 “You two should take me there,” you said, your attention drifting to the menu again, then back to him before your words fully sank in.

 Noel wasn’t slow, but fatherhood had softened that kind of awareness a bit. He chuckled, and you raised your brows as if to say, I mean it.

 Sal would still be dreaming if it weren’t for the smell of cocoa at the table. You had to admit, seeing him as a dad stirred something different in you. He’d folded napkins under her cup and plate, and she did make a mess, like any kid. There were moments she paused to play with the cutlery or tried dipping her finger in the hot chocolate, and Noel had to step in—but always calmly, speaking softly. Even if it took a moment, she eventually understood.

 He also respected her pace. Even while talking to you, he made it clear he was there for her, never rushing her to match your rhythm. In the end, she couldn’t quite finish her pie, and Noel had to take the last bites for her. And she made a point of putting spoonfuls in his mouth.

 They were adorable. It was unfair he felt the need to apologise for having lost sight of her for a few minutes earlier. 

 In the end, he insisted on paying the bill. But since Sal needed to go to the bathroom, you were the one who got the check and ended up breaking that agreement.

 “It were on me—just a thank you, like,” he said.

 The older lady taking payment overheard and whispered, “He’s a bit gruff like that with everyone.”

 That made Sal giggle, and the furrow between Noel’s brows softened even as he shook his head.

 “He hides it well,” you teased, sweetening his cheeks again. He responded with, “Right, next time’s on me then.”

 You smiled brightly, your teeth showing more than before.

 “Sal, we’re gonna see each other again,” you said. She looked just as excited about it as you.

 Noel picked her up, and she immediately clung to his neck. The sight of him with this blonde girl, her pink bag slung across his shoulder, was oddly comforting.

 “We’ll return your jacket...” he worried, but you dismissed it as unnecessary with a shake of your head.

 “Want mine? You might get cold.”

 He was about to set her down, but you touched his shoulder gently.

 “Noel, it’s fine. I’m not cold.”

 He nodded, and you later realised maybe you should’ve taken it. Sal had turned your jacket into a blanket. It wasn’t that cold, but she was cuddled into it and had now actually fallen asleep.

 “So,” you whispered, hands in your pockets, not avoiding his gaze.

 “D’you come t’the park often, then?”

 “Yeah, usually late afternoons. My place still doesn’t feel much like home, y’know?”

 He understood, "We do an’ all."

 “That’s alright. I’ll be here tomorrow,” you said, biting your lip, a soft smile playing on your mouth. 

 Noel thought it was sweet how easy it was to read you—how you didn’t hide when something pleased you. Like the little hum you let out with your first bite of brownie. Or the relief on your face when Sal found him. Or how you lit up when he blushed.

 “I’ll be here, same time, waitin’ for you... and for Sal. Gonna get her some presents, maybe bows or a bit o’ cake...”

 You were still smiling, and he stepped closer, opening his free arm. You didn’t hesitate—wrapped your arms around him. The scent of mint and cologne filled your lungs, getting even better as he gently stroked your back from top to bottom.

 Before you pulled away, he placed a short kiss to the top of your head—and it felt right.

 He stayed with you until your taxi arrived.

 “Thank you,” he said after a long, comfortable silence between you two, eyes meeting, not needing to say anything more.

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I just noticed that either way he's a Dilf, maybe I like him old man ✊😔

i love dilf noel so much!!! please don’t stop :’)

I will not 😭 but I wanted to write single dad Noel 😔✊ (just a little younger to be passable)... but I gave up momentarily to write about gray hair and beer belly and grumpy old man ❤️

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i love dilf noel so much!!! please don’t stop :’)

I will not 😭 but I wanted to write single dad Noel 😔✊ (just a little younger to be passable)... but I gave up momentarily to write about gray hair and beer belly and grumpy old man ❤️

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I have been trying to write to Noel at some age similar to mine, but I fail miserably, I am addicted to Dilf Noel 😔✊

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of course! take your time in writing noel i really love them and i believe creative process like this takes a lot of time. also please don’t think no one remembers you! i’m still here and i remember you :’) i’m just a silent follower 😅 can’t wait to see what you have in store for us!! ❤️

Aw, tysm, I'm dead happy you send something! I'll come with something haha I'm glad you like them 🥹🥰

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Softie. // Elijah Hewson X Reader! (Fluff)

requests: reader meeting eli's mother + reader has a phobia of seeing blood and eli knows how to take care of her well (it's small cut lol)

words: 1,5K.

Eli embraced your anxiety with ease. It was your first time meeting his mother, and you felt a bit on edge. Still, you were welcomed warmly — everything felt cozy, and being there was comfortable, largely because he never left your side.

His fingers rested gently on your arm, his hand steady on your back, especially when someone new came over to say hi. Even when the conversations with his brothers were short, he could read your shy smile — you had never spoken to any of them before.

Sometimes, people would glance from him to you and just… smile. It made your chest feel lighter, like a breath of fresh air. It didn’t feel like you were intruding. It felt like you were being quietly welcomed into a place that already had a space waiting for me.

You slowly began to open up, letting yourself stay in conversations a little longer. Eli’s touch remained steady on you — always a gentle hand on your back or his fingers brushing your arm. His eyes kept checking in on your face, and every now and then, you’d nod and smile at him, just to let him know you were okay.

In just a few minutes, you were in the kitchen with them — with Eli and Ali, his mom. She wasn’t intimidating like your mind had convinced you she would be. Quite the opposite, actually. There you were, chatting about how to make tomato sauce and what could make it better.

Eli mostly listened, the smile on his face never fading. His freckles seemed to follow you like a patrol, and his hair was already a mess from running his hands through it too many times.

Ali cleared her throat softly, and you realized you’d been staring at him too long.

“God, I’m not gonna get a moment alone with you, am I?” she teased.

Your cheeks flared with warmth, and Eli laughed beside you.

“Nope. Sorry,” he said, trying to smooth it over for you. Ali went right back to talking about tomatoes, like she hadn’t just caught you daydreaming.

The kitchen smelled amazing. It was beautiful, too — big and open. It made you wonder, just briefly, what kind of home Eli imagined for himself in the future… and if maybe you were part of it.

“El?” Your voice was soft, almost like an invitation, as you handed him a knife. You’d started helping her peel tomatoes and thought it was only fair he made the job go faster.

He did. And Ali laughed when she heard the nickname.

“You’ve got a nickname for his nickname. That’s adorable.”

Then, with a grin, she asked, “When can you come over again? Eli says you’ve got a sweet tooth — I could plan better next time.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. Even though you were comfortable, your words still had a habit of getting stuck.

“We could come back this weekend, Mum,” Eli answered quickly, giving your hand a light squeeze.

Ali smiled at that — genuinely, kindly. “You’re welcome anytime. Eli told me you work nearby, or… if he’s off playing a show in some other continent and you feel like talking.”

That made your whole body feel icy on the outside, but warm on the inside. Knowing Eli talked about you with her, that she genuinely wanted you around — it meant something.

“We should remind her you're my girlfriend,” Eli teased.

Both your eyebrows shot up, and you and Ali burst out laughing together.

“I’d love that,” was all you managed to say — your voice small and trembling, but honest.

Eli, ever your translator, added, “I’ll give her your number so she can steal all the time you’re supposed to spend with me.”

And when Ali looked over at you, you both rolled your eyes in perfect unison at his drama.

The silence that followed was peaceful — filled with the soft sounds of chopping and the bubbling from the stove. And then you broke it.

You’d expected to maybe cut your fingers eventually, clumsy as you were, but not while slicing a tomato.

You weren’t sure if it was deep or not — you didn’t even want to look. Just the thought of blood made your heart race and your vision blur. Instinctively, you pulled your hand behind your back, fists clenched tight.

“What happened?”

You didn’t hear his voice, but you saw the panic in his face. In seconds, Eli was at your side, hands gently moving from your arm down to your wrists.

“It’s okay,” he said softly, nodding to your face as he held your hands. It wasn’t a deep cut, but it bled just enough for him to know you shouldn’t see it.

“Eyes on me, okay? I’ve got this.”

You didn’t look away from him — not once. And seeing that calm on his face, that quiet confidence that you’d be fine, was enough to steady your breath.

Eli held your wrist under the water. You closed your eyes, taking a short breath to steady yourself, and focused on looking at him. His messy hair had fallen slightly over one eye, and the scruff on his jaw was starting to show — you smiled softly, grateful to have him there.

There was something quiet and special about knowing you could handle this alone, but with him beside you, you didn’t need to — and it never felt like a burden. Truthfully, you didn’t even feel the sting while he washed the cut.

Ali gave the two of you space, pretending to busy herself with the sauce, though now and then you caught her smiling to herself like she was watching something unfold that she already knew the ending to.

“Sorry,” you murmured, barely audible, “it wasn’t even that bad…”

Ali offered a gentle smile from across the kitchen, still wrapped in that cozy air.

“Eli mentioned you don’t do well with blood or seeing people hurt,” she said. “I’m just glad he knows what to do when you’re feeling like this.”

She was so kind, so open — it made you want to stay near her.

“Wow, you really know everything about me. Eli’s such a gossip,” you joked, making her laugh through her nose, a little louder this time.

“Oh, he talks about you all the time,” she said, amused. “Has been for months. I’ve been trying to get him to bring you here forever.”

She handed you a soft, colorful cloth to wrap your finger, but Eli showed up right after with a box of band-aids. Your heart felt warm, and once the bandage was on, he kissed your fingertip and then your cheeks.

You usually hated when moments like this happened — especially around people you didn’t know. It always felt like too much attention when all you wanted was to disappear. But here, with his family, it didn’t feel like that.

You felt safe.

...

Dinner had been lovely.

Eli held your hand on his lap under the table, and the two of you had agreed earlier — if you ever started feeling overwhelmed, all you had to do was squeeze his hand. He stroked your palm gently, and every time someone mentioned a relative you didn’t know or who wasn’t present, he’d lean in, kiss your cheek, and whisper an explanation: who they were, who they were married to, how they were related, and what part they played in the family lore.

Outside the house, just before getting into the car, he pulled you into him, your cold arms pressing into his sides as he held you close. You made sure he didn’t squish the box of sweets his mother had packed for you to take home.

“You were pretty brave out there.”

You looked into his eyes — always shining when they were on you — and at first, you didn’t get what he meant. Then it clicked.

“Not because of the cut,” he added, “but for everything else.”

You were born and raised in anxiety. Eli was the opposite — he could speak to anyone, even complete strangers, with ease. Sometimes you wondered how you two had even met — not in a way that made you feel undeserving, but because certain situations felt so mismatched.

Still, he’d never cared.

And you knew deep down that the only reason it took you this long to meet his mother… was because you were afraid it might go wrong.

You didn’t say anything right away, just let the feeling linger — the quiet happiness of the night settling in your chest. You rested your forehead against his and he whispered, “They liked you. Mum said you were soft… a bit like me.”

You smiled into his embrace as he pulled you even closer.

“You’re gonna have to bring me back, El.”

He nodded, the words landing between you like something gently arriving on a runway, the warmth of him wrapped around you.

Being called brave by him? That would stay with you the whole ride home — maybe even into the next morning.

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i miss your noel fics! ;-( i hope you’re doing well :’) haven’t seen you a lot lately

Stop that just made my day!! 🥹 I have issues with posting because I know I'm not consistent and I'm sure people will forget about me and it won’t be worth posting anymore lol (sorry for the oversharing!). I'm okay, and I hope you're doing okay too!! It's been a few months since I last posted, yeah, it kinda became something I put on the back burner for a bit, but I'm gonna try to come back!! I’m going to post a request I wrote with Eli, which is already a start, and I’ll work on something with Noel too, promise (I know I also need to finish 'do the damage' and I still plan to!!) I'm really happy you sent an ask!!

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https://www.tumblr.com/storiesabouteli/770801354347282432/does-anyone-have-any-ideas-for-christmas-or-new

they’re best friends and they gift each other something really sweet and meaningful for christmas, which makes them realize their feelings

Hi. I'll post this one next! It's not that elaborate, but it's a new beginning! And yes, this request was made at Christmas time 😭

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these photos give off the vibe of a waiting room where he's about to visit his wife who lost her memory in a car accident he's goin to help her regain her memories and watch her fall in love with him all over again all while drowning in his own melancholy or maybe i'm just crazy

(maybe i should write that)

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I saw the anon about your fics being better if they were smaller, well I like the size, and how they are designed Idk, I don't think that's a problem ❤️

I mean, I get them too, but I don't know if I feel good writing less detailed fics (or short ones, I don't know if the problem would be if I'm too descriptive or if it's really extensive). Well, I haven't been posting much, so (un)fortunately that's not a problem, but I can think about it in the next ones... anyway, I appreciate it!

I deleted the entire post because I found it a bit aggressive 😅, but whoever I'm going to write about, I'll always go back to Eli because I feel like I can be more productive with the stories,,, and about Noel, there are already a lot of people writing for him, I don't feel very relevant to take this forward, but I still have some ideas that I'd like to write...

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this is just a general question lol but i’ve started to write fics too and i was just wondering, whats the best way to grow your account? i post lots and i use loads of tags and i still get 0 views and likes

Who are you posting for? For Oasis there are a lot more people to read, I think it's easier to have reach (in a way, I don't know if what I'm saying is relevant), because for Inhaler the beginning is kind of hard... although I still think it's better with them more active!

I think your account being old and you suddenly starting to post outside of your "niche" on it could be a hindrance... but I don't know how to help 😔 0 views is insane, it's possible you're not appearing in the tags at all, do you use the same tags that the other fanfics you saw have? The most relevant tags are the first 5, you have to focus on them and then just add more. I hope it'll get better!

You're asking me for help and I'm not even posting much lol

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any more eli fics coming out??

I think it's fair that he's the next post, I'll try to come up with something!