#eli hewson

[killherfreakout]

What song do you think people should be adding to their playlists?

"Your House" by Inhaler is a good one... I kind of like the way the verses feel a bit anxious and a bit angry. There's a big scope to the chorus and lyrics and in the music. It's obviously- it's about a guy who's trying to find a girl or whatever in the verses but when I played it to my mom, she was like, "Oh, you're talking about God's house!" and I was like, I'm not.

[leaawrites]

All I got is you

Eli Hewson x fem!reader

Summary: In which, they both got what they wanted for so long. Each other.

Warnings: pining, fluff,

Wordcount: 1.2k

Masterlist

The apartment was quiet only the clutter of the dishes in the sink keeping his thoughts from drifting too far away from reality. The bottle grew warm in his hands as Eli was sat on the couch, watching the dark screen of the TV. Soft music was playing in the background. Grounding him for a second in time before the morning would come again and the stress of the new album would return.

His eyes flew over the room. The dirty plates were cleaned and put away hours ago, when everyone was still around. They’d done it together. It was one of the first conversation they had that evening, besides the usual greetings.

It was a get together, a quiet evening, to find peace in all the chaos and catch up with old friends who were left behind the last couple of months because of the album. She had offered to stay a bit longer than the others to help him clean up and then he got a text from Bobby: ‘It’s your chance, man’

Sighing and throwing his head back at the thought of what this meant now, Eli let his eyes wander further. Her shoes were still messily thrown on the floor in front of the door. Footsteps came nearer and soon enough, she plopped down next top him. Right in the middle of his vision.

“You alright, rock star?” she asked, giggling slightly at his tired look and lulled back head.

“All’s good,” he answered, not looking away from her.

“What’s on your mind then?” The room went quiet and for a moment he thought that dying would be better than speaking in that moment. So much could go wrong, so much could fall apart. But Rob’s words still hung in his head and the other lads agreement were slow backing vocals he couldn’t get rid off.

‘She likes you too, man,’ Rob said on one late evening in the studio as they tried figuring out a section of a song.

‘How would you know?’

‘Talked to her the other night and well, she said, that you were way too cool for her. I guess that say enough.’

‘What you talking about?’ Ryan came in just as Eli was about to answer and dismiss Rob’s words. Sitting down next to them with fresh coffee in his hands, Josh carrying in the other two cups.

‘Eli fancies Y/n and he doesn’t want the possibility to be true that she likes him back,’ Rob answered, making Eli groan in frustration of his words. They were true, still haunting.

‘Oh, she definitely likes you,’ Josh cut into the conversation. ‘Why else would she willingly spent two months on tour with us?’

‘Because we’re all friends?’ Eli suggested.

‘Because she wants you to notice her as more than that,’ Ryan corrected him.

‘Think about it,’ they all said before going back to the song, but his mind was still stuck there.

He was still stuck in the same conversation as she sat down next to him, watching with curiosity of what was going through his head, when all he was thinking about was her. She wanted it to know too, when she couldn’t forget the way they laughed together earlier that evening and how he didn’t ask her to leave yet.

It had to be something, right?

It had to mean something more than boredom to him, right?

“Do you ever -” Eli started, looking away and down to his fingers. “Have you ever thought of doing the most stupid thing in your life that you hope you won’t regret?”

“How do you mean that?”

“Nothing, it’s stupid,” he pushed the question away.

“No, it’s not. What are you talking about?”

“What if one person is all I have in life but I don’t even know if I have that person fully?”

“You’re in love?” she guessed, averting her gaze from him now too. If he was to confess, she didn’t want to see his face while thinking about it. She couldn’t see the happiness in his eyes if it wasn’t because of her.

“I guess, yes. I just-” he swallowed hard like the words he wanted to say were ought to be put away, still they came tumbling out seconds later. “I can’t stop thinking about what life would be like if- if I got to call her more than a friend.”

“We’ve been friends for so long and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like that before,” she joked, nudging his shoulder and trying to lighten the tension that hung between them.

“They say the prey is always the most oblivious.”

Silence.

He was met with nothing but silence and it seemed like they were back at the beginning. Back then, when she was too shy to talk to him properly and every time he tried to make conversation it wouldn’t last longer than a few sentences.

“What?”

“All I got is you and I don’t know what to think of it,” he said, turning to her. Cursing himself for trusting Rob when seeing the shocked look all over her face. “What do you think about it?”

“I’d call it old news,” she started, heart thumbing in her chest, “but I wouldn’t mind being called more than your friend.”

“Old news, huh?” He laughed, recalling the conversation once more, laughing at the version of him who was too afraid to admit anything to even his closest friends. “Well, new headline: What about I call you mine from now on?” Winking at the end of her sentence and cringing at his own words, but it came to his head and at that moment he wasn’t afraid of saying anything anymore.

Doubling over in response and laughing at his attempt of flirting like they were strangers in a bar, she couldn’t help herself but lean forward. Closer to him.

As out of instinct, Eli wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his lap as he started laughing too. Holding her close and letting himself fall into the melody of her happiness. He couldn’t believe himself, but it worked better than he could’ve imagined. Because now, she was laying in his lap, looking up at him with the biggest smile he had ever seen directed towards him.

“I wouldn’t mind being yours,” she whispered, cradling his neck and pulling him down. Closer to her face, closer to her lips. Until they met and all fear was forgotten between them.

It was just them now, in an empty apartment late at night with the whole city asleep. Letting themself love the other uncontrollably for the first time in their lives. And neither planned on stopping anytime soon.

Definitely not when they pulled away and smiles spread on both their faces at just the other being so close. Her hands running through his hair, slightly tucking at the ends to make him notice her want for more. She wanted him and wanted her.

They were all they needed.

[inhalerdublinbaby]

I'm gonna hold your bicep when I say this

[mcmahongifs]

🎥: hahakcoolgtgbye [2024]

[kate-inthedarkness]

Could you do another angst with rob please? ❤️

Yeah! Ofc xxx

Hopefully you like it!!!

Every Breath You Take - Robert Keating

Robert Keating x fem!reader

Summary: Even though you and Robert are both in love with each other, there always seems to be something in the way of the two of you getting together. It’s only when it’s too late does Robert realise he has to say the words he’s always wanted to say…

Warnings: Angsty romance kinda stuff, mentions of sex but nothing graphic, best friends that are too stubborn to ever do anything about their feelings LOL.

It’s a late summer evening, the golden hour light spilling through the window of your favourite café. The air feels heavy, thick with the tension that’s always been between you and Robert—unspoken, and undeniable.

You haven’t seen him in months, not since the day he found out about your boyfriend, Luke, proposing to you. When Rob found out through a mutual friend, he didn’t say a word. He simply disappeared. Not physically, but emotionally—closing himself off like he always did when things felt too real. When the words lingered just beneath the surface, but neither of you could ever quite say them.

Luke had always been the safe choice. Steady, predictable. You loved him, of course. And you had the engagement ring to show for it.

The big diamond ring on your finger was a reminder of how you were supposed to move forward, building a life together. But there was always something about your best friend, Robert. Something that felt like a piece of you was always missing when he wasn’t around.

And yet, here you were. Alone in a café, waiting for him.

The bell above the door jingles, and you glance up. There he is—Robert Keating himself. He hasn’t changed much since you last saw him, but there’s a weight in his eyes today that wasn’t there before. A knowing, something raw.

He hasn’t said a word yet, but you can already feel the conversation coming. You know what he’s here to say, and somehow, you’re not ready to hear it.

“Hey,” he says, sliding into the chair across from you.

“Hey.” You offer him a small smile, trying to mask the sudden knot in your stomach. You never could get rid of the way he made you feel. It was always this push and pull. You two had always been best friends, but there was something deeper that never had a chance to grow.

“You look…good,” he says, his gaze flickering to the engagement on your ring finger that glistened brightly when the sun hit it.

You swallow, trying to steady yourself. “Thanks, Rob.”

A long pause settles between you, and you can feel the weight of his words hanging in the air. This was the moment. The one you’d always known would come, but never expected to feel so real.

“You didn’t tell me,” Robert says, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it feels like thunder in your chest. “About Luke proposing. I found out through Sam for fuck sake. You’re my best friend, why would you do that?”

You bite your lip, looking away for a moment. The silence stretches on, suffocating. You had hoped he wouldn’t bring up this part. You thought maybe, just maybe, your past mistakes would stay buried.

“I…I didn’t know how,” you finally manage, though it feels like an excuse. “It all happened so fast. We’re happy, Rob. I’m happy.”

“I know you’re happy. And I’m happy for you, I really am,” he says, but there’s a faint bitterness in his voice that makes your stomach twist. “I just…I wish you would’ve told me. I mean, we’ve been through so much together. I thought I deserved to know.”

The words sting, more than you anticipated. It’s not like you didn’t want to tell him—it’s just that the moment never felt right. Maybe, deep down, you feared his reaction. Or maybe, you feared that he’d see right through you, see how much you’d been trying to bury what you truly felt for him after all this time.

“I swear to god I didn’t know how to bring it up, Rob,” you admit, feeling your heart race. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

He leans back in his chair, his hand running through his hair in that familiar way that always used to drive you crazy. The way he always did when he was thinking, or more when he was overthinking.

“You’ve never hurt me, not in the way you think,” he mutters, voice almost too soft. “It’s just…watching you move on, knowing I’ve always been here, feeling like I’ve never had a chance to say what I should’ve said before. It’s been killing me, y’know?”

His words hit harder than anything you expected, and the realisation crashes over you; this isn’t just about the proposal. This is about everything—the past, the present, the what-could-have-beens.

“You should’ve said something sooner,” you say, your voice quieter now, more vulnerable than you meant it to be. “You and I…we always had this thing, Rob. You know that, right? What happened between us years ago, might’ve been just sex to you at the time, but it wasn’t just sex to me, I fell in love with you.”

When you two were teens, you were fully best friends with benefits. It just happened one night at a house party, and then it never stopped. The two of you thought it wouldn’t hurt to fool around, but in the end, the both of you were broken and never really the same.

“But then things got messy. I met Luke, and we stopped messing around, and our relationship changed. I didn’t know what to think when we started drifting. You were never around when I needed you. So because of that I never knew how to bring up my relationship with Luke, never mind our engagement! So I just…let it go.”

“I know,” he responds, his gaze steady now. “I’m sorry. I thought if I stayed away, it would be easier for you, for both of us. But I was wrong, I know that now.”

You take a deep breath, the weight of it all hanging between you. A thousand memories flood your mind—the late-night talks, the stolen kisses, the times we’re you’d sneak out to his car and go between talking and fucking for hours, the times you used to laugh together, not thinking about anything but each other.

And Luke…the guy who had always been safe, always steady, but never this. Never the intensity that you shared with Rob.

“I don’t know what to do with all this, Rob,” you say, a shaky exhale escaping your lips. “I love Luke, but…God, I’ve never been able to shake the way you me feel. I never could. But I also couldn’t wait around for you to get your shit together and be with me. I had to move on.”

Rob’s gaze softens, his hand reaching across the table, fingers brushing against yours. It’s a touch that feels so familiar, but at the same time, too much. Too raw. The air between you two seems to crackle with something unspoken, something both terrifying and beautiful.

“I know, love. I know. You don’t have to think about me, or Luke, or anything right now,” he says, his voice cracking a little bit with emotion. “I just…I had to tell you how I feel. I couldn’t keep pretending like I’m okay with just being your best friend. Not when I’m in love with you.”

You thought you physically felt your heart and soul leave your body. His words echo in your mind, but you’re too afraid to say the same thing back to him out loud.

The realisation hits you, sharp and painful. You had always known, or at least you think you knew. Deep down, you had always know what was between you, but fear, timing, and life had always kept you from facing it. Now, it’s all on the table, and you have to make a choice.

Or at least think about making a choice.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Rob. I can’t hurt you. It’d kill me,” you murmur, looking down at the table, the weight of his confession pressing down on you. “But I also don’t want to keep pretending this doesn’t matter.”

Rob exhales slowly, his thumb gently tracing the back of your hand. “I know. I never wanted to put you in that position. But I also don’t want to keep pretending that everything’s okay when it’s not. We can’t go on like this, acting like it’s just friendship.”

You raise your eyes to meet his. His face is unreadable, a mix of vulnerability and resolve. But in his eyes, you see it—the same thing you’ve always seen; raw, unfiltered love. The kind of love that’s always been there, lurking beneath the surface.

You hesitate, heart racing, as you think about everything you’ve built with Luke. But the truth is, you’ve never been able to stop thinking about Rob. Not really. Not in the way you think about Luke, who feels like a safe and predictable future.

With Rob, it’s always been about the intensity, the passion, the unspoken connection that runs deeper than anything else you’ve ever experienced.

“I don’t know what to do,” you whisper, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. “I don’t want to lose Luke, but…I don’t know if I can keep ignoring how I feel about you. I never could.”

A gentle smile tugs at Rob’s lips, but it’s bittersweet. “You don’t have to make any decisions now. We’ve got time. Just…don’t forget that I’ve always been here. And I always will be. Even if I’m not the one you choose, I’m still your best friend, and you’re still mine. That won’t ever change.”

The words linger in the air, hanging between you both like a promise. Whatever happens next, you know you can’t go back. You’re standing at a crossroads, but for the first time, you’re not afraid to face it.

As you said your goodbyes and when your separate ways, you slipped on your headphones to keep you company as you walked to the bus stop.

You pressed shuffle play on the playlist you and Rob made with each other a few years ago, in your teenage years.

The song “Every Breath You Take” by The Police started playing, and in that moment you knew what your decision was.

It was Rob.

It always was Rob.

[inhalerupdates]

Eli backstage and onstage at Lollapalooza Chile (@/pedroaceituno IG)

[pollyypocket]

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : bobby skeetz x fem!reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Bobby is leaving to tour America with his band Inhaler, but he's unsure if he should let her go... and she's unsure if he wants this.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 : fighting, smoking.

Bobby rested his elbows on his shared balcony, cigarette in one hand the other rested under his chin, admiring the view from his shared apartment, when he suddenly felt hands go around his waist and a head resting on his back.

"What are you thinking abouttt?" he perked up at the sound of his girlfriends voice. "Nothing Y/N, just excited for tourrr" in a serious tone as he took another drag of his cigarette. You move to stand next to him, arms resting in the same position trying to admire what he's looking at. "What about tourrrr are you excited for" taking his cigarette placing it between your lips. "You know... the people, finding new places, being with the boys" "Are you going to miss meee?" his head turned towards yours taking in every aspect of your face. He loved how your eyes glowed in the dark, how graceful you were with every movement you did. "Yeah" he looked down fiddling with his fingers.

At this point you realised he wasn't giving you the same energy back. This time you returned the favour and admired his features "Bobby, what's wrong?"

He couldn't bare to look at you, he's been on tour before and it's been fine... has he had a fight with one of the boys? has it been cancelled? so many thoughts ran through your head but not what came out of his mouth next.

"I think we should break up" he finally met your eyes, he looked so drained and broken. "I'm sorry. What!" You looked at him like he was crazy and a scoff came out of your mouth "You're joking" taking another drag of the cigarette staring back into the distance. All he could do was run his hands down his face out of stress.

"No. NO! Bobby we aren't breaking up." "You can't tell me what to do!" this time he had anger in his voice. "I know I can't but why; tell me you're joking right..." your voice cracked unable to speak properly. The boy you've loved for years breaking your heart in your shared apartment. The boy who you grew up with. The boy who you supported no matter what. This tour wasn't any different...

"Just tell me why... please." he sighed refusing to make eye contact with you "Because-" "Because what" "I'm going away for a long time and a whole different country, i just can't do it anymore, being away from you, if you aren't in my life it wont hurt" Your jaw was on the floor, tears pricked in your eyes.

"Robert... You have been away from periods of times all the time. This is your job. I haven't ever stopped you from doing it, you've never stopped me from achieving anything! Your being stupid, did this whole relationship mean nothing to you at all..."

He had tears rolling down his face at this point as well, he knew he messed up, he knew those words should have never of come out of his mouth.

"Well... If you're gonna break my heart you better smash it to pieces cause I'm not gonna need it as much as i do right now. I love you, and you have messed it all up"

"Come along then, join us" "NO! NO BOBBY, WE'RE DONE"

Soon enough you stamped on the cigarette and walked out of your shared apartment knowing he would of left of tour in the morning meaning you can pack your stuff tomorrow...

[thevilhaslanded]

the instant regret 😂

[dublinskeetz]

i’d love for you to write something about elijah hewson!!! 🩷🩷🩷

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hiii ofc!! so since i did a smau x written fic for bobby i decided to do a full smau, hope thats ok with u! also i added some f1 babies in here cs why not JAJA. and by all means lovies, send more reqs!!! ♡

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 - 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘫𝘢𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘸𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢'𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 - 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘫𝘰𝘴𝘩, 𝘳𝘺𝘢𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘶𝘱

𝘧𝘤 - 𝘵𝘣𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘴

𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘫𝘢𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘸𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

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yourusername mirrors, cute boy gave me a cig, shhhh, me and tay, on his knees, i can never tie my shoes lol, grwm, mirror seflie?

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elijahhewson cause my girl ruined her own softlaunch. love you my sweet girl and thank you for the past three years full of love. words will never be able to describe how grateful i am for you and your shitty jokes

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yourusername in honor of me ruining my own soft launch, im happy to give u "sweet nothing" ft the taylor swift (thank u tay for agreeing) for my babygirl (thx josh for spoiling the surprise.) this song represents the small things this man has done for me that makes me happy in the world. eli ur kind words, pretty smile, and calmness that comes with being with you makes everything right in the world. thank u for loving me.

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[i-hardly-know-inhaler]

I am snoopy

[killherfreakout]

Eli Hewson INHALER - Your House (Official Video) dir. Jovan Todorovic

[leaawrites]

Juno (Demo Version)

Eli Hewson x fem!singer!reader

Summary: in which, she debuts a new song, revealing new feelings to the crowd and to him.

Requested by @honeyeyesworld

Warnings: bit suggestive, fluff, tiny moments of overthinking/angst,

Wordcount: 1.1k

Masterlist, Short n'Sweet Series

Standing in front of the little crowd that was beaming up at her with sparkles in their eyes, she could see it all. The excitement, the hopefulness, the quiet wonder of what she would play next.

Having an open spot in her little concert for ‘surprise songs’ she had the freedom of doing whatever song she wanted, whether it be a cover or an older original.

Looking out into the crowd, she caught his eye. Eli smiled up at her assuringly. Nodding his head as if to tell her that she was gonna be alright.

They’ve had a little conversation before the concert about her plan for the show. Especially about the surprise of the night.

He had asked countless times what she would play, though she never broke, only cracked a little and told him that it would be a new, unreleased song. One she had recorded only the week before, but it felt ready to be heard. Especially with him around.

It would be the first and only concert he was able to make it to, since his own job required him too, sadly. Though he still called her before and after every show. Sometimes he even asked friends or family to face-time him when they were attending.

He only wanted to see her.

Being a smaller artist than his own band, she had less tour dates. Less stress and less people looking into her private life. So, if his face was seen on a video call by one of the fans, they weren’t bothered by it too much.

“So,” she started talking, strumming a soft melody on the guitar. A smug smile building on her face. “I know that this section is usually for older or cover songs, but-” before she could continue speaking, the crowd already went all out. Cheering and screaming in anticipation and excitement.

Laughing, she continued talking, louder this time. “I’ve been much more in the studio lately, I’ve written a lot more new stuff.”

The crowd went wild again, they knew what was coming their way. A few more phones were brought out as they realized this wasn’t just another cover. This was new.

“And it does have a lot to do with the fact that I’ve fallen in love. It just makes the creativity explode.” Catching his eyes again, she could see the bright smile expanding on his lips. Eli knew that it was him she was talking about.

“This is what this is about,” she announced, starting the first chords of the new song. “And maybe a bit more.”

It was nerve wrecking at first, it was new. More than ever before. More revealing. It wasn’t just exposing herself to the crowd, but also to him.

Eli hadn’t heard any of the lyrics yet, she only sent him a snippet of the instrumental, saying it was different this time. And different it was.

‘Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit/ God bless your dad's genetics.' Winking at him as she sung the line and she swore she could see the blush creep up on his face with every further line she sung.

Every truth that she revealed made his chest feel heavier. His heart beating quicker than before the concert. His nerves were gone, now only his desire stayed.

The crowd was wild, filming not only her, but also Eli’s reaction to the song. They captured his mind reeling and his patience die. Every line was cheekier than the last one, every joke dirtier than the one before.

But that’s what he loved about her, the growth in confidence on stage and in her songs, as well as how comfortable she felt around the crowd to tell this secret.

Falling into the chorus, the instrumental he listened to so often jumped in, surprising the crowd even more. It was heavier produced than her old songs, more pop.

‘You make me wanna make you fall in love,' and in love he was falling. Further with every smile. Every nervous giggle sent his way made him fall harder than he ever thought possible. Feeling more for her than he ever believed possible.

‘One of me is cute, but two though.’ She shrugged nonchalant as if it was nothing, but he knew that in her head she was freaking out about his reaction.

Would he be nervous? Embarrassed? Angry? Would he just leave because this was definitely not what he wanted? What did he even want? Surely not this, right?

Walking away from the bright lights, she let out a deep breath. Shaking the nervousness from her hands and wiping the sweat on the jeans she was wearing for the show.

What if he wasn’t waiting for her backstage like does normally at one of his shows? What is she scared him away? Forever.

Too deep in thought she didn’t notice the presence in front of her until his arms wrapped around her waist and she was lifted from the ground. His lips leaving kisses on her should and neck, trailing up her cheek and across her face until the landed on her lips and she was sure she felt him everywhere now. Her body was on fire and he was the flame.

With his arms around her waist, their chests pressed together and her legs wrapped around his middle in shock and fear of falling, she buried her face in his neck when he pulled away. Too nervous to look at him, inhaling his scent because, for a moment, she was sure she would never smell it again.

“You were amazing, love,” he whispered against her skin, sure that she could feel his heart beating against her own. Begging for a hug closer than their bodies made possible. “And the song, it was incredible. You are incredible.”

“I’m scared that it was too much,” she confessed, giggling and smiling against his skin.

He could feel her lips spreading against his neck, her teeth crazing his skin until she jokingly bit into his shoulder and let out a quiet scream.

“Not at all,” Eli assured her. His arms tightening around her. “You could never be too much.”

Letting her slowly down again, she held her arms locked around his neck. “You sure? It wasn’t too much private thoughts let into the open?”

“No.” Shaking his head, he leaned down again to kiss her once more. Keeping his lips close to her own, he mumbled, “Only made me fall harder in love with you.”

“Also, I wouldn’t mind making you Juno. Just for the record.”

[inhalerdublinbaby]

I'm already in love with this album <3

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[killersfool]

hii! not sure if you’re open to requests but i’m going to give u a few ideas! most of these are for elijah hewson😭

falling asleep on the couch, waking up to not only a blanket around them, but eli squeezed in behind them

being in the studio with the band and messing about?? making jokes and being silly!

kissing and dancing in the kitchen to an old singe they both like?

eli taking care of you when you’re sick and just being super soft and caring!

spending valentine’s day together!

something about the reader playing with eli’s fingers to calm them down?

softly smiling at each other from across the room and also reassuring touches!

telling each other how much they love them

them cuddling in bed and pulling eachother closer

hope these spark your writing :))))

Kiss It Better | ELIJAH HEWSON

here's a short little thing inspired by this request!

PAIRING: elijah hewson x f!reader

WORDS: 1.5k

SUMMARY: eli's girlfriend is ill, elijah comforts her.

GENRE: hurt/comfort, fluff

WARNINGS: references to throwing up

I've never been so ill in my life. My nose is so runny. I've almost used every single packet of tissues in the kitchen cabinet right under the sink — which used to be a lot and now is very little. I've thrown up my insides into the loo way too many times to count on my fingers. Bent over the toilet, eyes pricking with tears, I've never felt so useless. At least the thought of my boyfriend getting back after his gig gives me something to look forward to. But it's far too late.

I'm staring at the TV screen. I hug my knees to my chest, attempting to generate some warmth. The blanket is upstairs — probably hiding in the space between the bed and the wall. Surely, if I attempt to stumble upstairs now, I'll just get stuck and end up falling asleep in the corridor.

I can't stop glancing at the door. I'm hoping for a doorknob twist, knock, ring of the doorbell, stamp of boots, low and raspy post-concert voice. But I'm just met with nothing. No signs of his arrival. He hasn't called me. He usually doesn't. He likes to surprise me. After having the worst migraine of my life, it would give me some comfort if he just gave me a hug. A warm Elijah Hewson hug would cleanse my mind.

Starting to realise that the TV is doing more harm than good, I switch it off. I'm beginning to see blurry triangular shapes and my eyes burn like they're on fire. The living room is pitch black. I'm freezing. I'm tired. I take two paracetamol tablets and chug some water. Curling up on my side, legs on the armrest, I close my eyes.

-

I wake up. Sunlight gleams through the gaps in the white curtains. My body is wrapped in a duvet, soft and warm. Skin is against mine. Arms are around my body, squeezing me tightly. He's shirtless. I can tell by the tufts of chest hair flicking at my shoulder. His head is on my back, curls all over my skin, lips between my shoulderblades. I don't want to move. I don't want to speak. He's asleep. Gentle snores, deep breaths, in and out.

I must've fallen into a deep sleep because I have no recollection of his arrival or him ever taking me upstairs. I'm usually a light sleeper. This migraine fully knocked me out. That's the best nights sleep I've had in a while. I'm especially thankful I managed to escape from work for the rest of the week.

Elijah's normally the little spoon when we hug like this. It's funny how the tables have turned. I think I prefer this though. But lying awake and tracing the muscles in his back always seems to calm me down.

I want to ask him how the show went and the reason for his tardiness. He had been playing in Glasgow, thankfully only a few miles away from me and had bought me tissues, chocolate and gave me an endless supply of kisses before he had to run down to meet the band.

Opening my eyes fully, I take a peek over at the bedside table. He's brought me more tissues, face masks, more chocolate and a box of sleep teabags.

I realise Elijah's awake when his fingers start to walk along my bare stomach and his mouth is at the juncture between my back and shoulder. He pulls my hair to the side, presses his wet mouth to my neck. He smells clean. I'm sure he's showered. His hair feels a little damp.

He keeps pulling me closer. Arms tightening like he's a boa constrictor. Cool rings on my stomach, large hands tugging at the waistband of my shorts.

"You feeling better?" He asks, between kisses, tongue tracing my jugular vein. It's unsettlingly nice. His words are always gruff the morning after the show. All the singing takes a toll. Makes him sound more mellow. Sometimes I worry for his vocal cords.

"Not really." I groan. A mind-numbing headache is still prodding at my brain and the brightness of the sun makes my eyes burn. He's got a hand on my forehead, cool fingers against fiery skin — checking the temperature.

"God, you're pale. And you're burning up. I should get the thermometer." He gets out of bed. The loss of weight of his body makes the mattress shift. I glance over at him. His hair has stuck up at the top, his bare back glows under the sunlight. He stands up. Sweatpants cling loosely to his hips, revealing the muscles of his abdomen and a chain circles around his neck. He leaves the room — not even giving me time to utter a word of annoyance at the sudden lack of touch.

Then he's back. He crawls into bed. The thermometer is between his index finger and thumb. I look at the cross tattoo on his palm, see the concentration on his face as he plays around with the buttons.

"It's just a migraine," I say but he's already turning it on and pointing at my mouth. I roll my eyes and separate my lips. He gives me a sly smirk, just making me sit like that for a moment. Then he puts the device beneath my tongue and waits patiently. I'm trying not to laugh at how awkward this is. I close my eyes to evade his gaze but I can still feel the force of his stare.

"You've got a fever." Dr Hewson alerts me with his expert diagnosis although the furrow of his brows makes him seem unsure. He looks down at the numbers displayed, rubbing his face with worry. "A really bad one." He's now searching up on his phone what it means.

"Should I go to the doctors?" I shuffle away from him. I don't want him to catch what I have. He has gigs all week, I don't want to ruin anything for him.

He notices my movement. Shaking his head, he drags me back towards him, making me nestle into his chest. His eyes are still darting along a website.

"I think you just need to rest. I'll make you breakfast." Elijah kisses my nose before running downstairs with his mind set solely on making some decent food.

Through the corridor, into the kitchen. He's forgotten where half the things are in the room. Opening cabinets, searching through the fridge, putting water into the kettle. Most of the time he'll get his breakfast on the way to a show. Maybe a café, maybe he'll steal some food from Ryan. Today, however, he's lucky enough to not have a gig and actually have time to look after his girlfriend. Although he's definitely going to make a mess of the place.

His final decision is to make omelettes. Oil on the frying pan, ham—leaving it to heat up until it's a little crispy. Two eggs, cracked and swirled in a glass. Cheese on top, grated with masterful excellence—at least that's what he believes. Folds it over to make it fill half of the pan. Let's it continue to fry. Then he's running over to make a cup of tea. He uses one of the sleep teabags he bought. He's just about to plate up when footsteps echo behind him.

I have to stop for a second when I walk into the kitchen. It's a rarity to see Elijah here, cooking for me. We started dating at the beginning of the tour which unluckily means that he's hardly ever home. He has to leave early in the morning and gets back really late. Whenever he has days off, he takes me on dates and walks, or we just laze around at home, basking in eachother's presence. There's times when he brings me along to the recording studio so that I can reprimand all the band members or give an outside opinion of their new songs.

Elijah seems so focused on getting this omelette perfect. He's running around the place. He grabs two pieces of bread to turn his dish into an omelette-sandwich. I stand in the doorway for a while, just watching him. But, I can't stop myself from nearing him. As he cuts an apple into a slices, I slide my arms around his stomach, pressing my head to his shoulder. He sighs quietly. I breathe in his scent, his comfort.

"You should be in bed," he whispers, although he doesn't seem to want me to let go. I shake my head as he looks at me.

There's music playing on the radio. I turn it up. It's a song by The Smiths. I'm swaying to the beat, moving Elijah along with me. He's still carefully chopping fruit into perfect pieces. Watermelon, strawberries, mango. My mouth is watering just looking at the vast array of flavours.

Elijah drops his knife, turns around to face me. His hands find my waist, his lips find my neck, his head burrows into my chest like he's a mole hiding under soil. We dance along to the crackle of music, feeling the melodies trickle into our bones. Just his presence makes me feel better, every kiss turns my negative thoughts to mush.

[kate-inthedarkness]

Hi I absolutely love your writing!! Just wondering if I could request an Eli fic where reader is a friend of Bobby’s and that’s how they meet (maybe some jealousy or tension???). Thanks!

Oooo this is such a good idea!!! Thanks for sending it in gorgeous xxx

I Want You - Eli Hewson

Summary: When your friend, Rob, asks you to watch his band play in the Grand Social in Dublin, you obviously agree to going. But when you’re introduced to the lead singer of the band, there seems to be some tension there that you can’t shake, and neither can he….

Warnings: This is set in 2019, so they’re about 19/20. Tension (the good kind & the bad kind), Eli being a jealous asshole, making out but that’s as far as it goes, cursing, and I think that’s it 💋💋

The dim, hazy light of The Grand Social flicker above the crowd as your friend’s music swells in the background. It’s one of those nights that feels full of potential—the kind where the air is thick with the energy of youth, excitement, and something else you can’t quite put your finger on.

You’re standing at the bar with your best friend, Lucy, nursing a drink that’s barely touched, watching Rob on stage with his bandmates.

Inhaler had been getting some buzz lately. And tonight, you’re finally meeting the rest of the band. Rob’s been telling you stories about his bandmates, about their late-night jam sessions and the kind of energy they bring to their performances.

But there’s one bandmate he’s mentioned a little bit more than enough about: Elijah Hewson.

You don’t know everything about him, or anything really, except for the fact that he’s Bono’s son. And that already makes your expectations a little higher than they should be.

Rob gives you a wave from the stage, a big grin on his face, and that’s when you first see him. Elijah.

You’ve seen him in photos, heard his voice on tracks, but in person, there’s a certain gravity about him. He stood on that stage, staring down at his guitar, looking like he was doing his best to avoid eye contact with anyone.

His messy hair and laid-back, effortlessly cool vibe make it hard to not stare a little. But you can tell he’s the type to enjoy being looked at.

Rob was quick to make his way over to you and give you a hug once they finished their set, excited to finally have you here watching him in his element.

“Hey! Come on, I want you to meet the lads,” Rob says, shouting slightly over the music, pulling you over. The introductions go smoothly with Josh, Ryan and Louis, but when you finally get to Eli, there’s an awkward pause.

He glances up at you, eyes flickering with brief interest before returning to his drink. No smile. No handshake. Just a polite nod.

“Eli, mate, this is the wonderful—“ Rob starts.

“Yeah, I know. Hiya.” Eli interrupts, his voice low and uninterested.

You feel a strange pang of disappointment, but you brush it off. It’s just who he is, right?

The rest of the night passed quickly in a blur of music, laughter and conversation. You’re enjoying watching the other bands perform, caught up in the vibe of it all, but your eyes keep flicking back to Elijah.

He’s still standing there, leaning against the wall, almost a little too cool for his own good around his friends. His body language screams “don’t come near me,” and you wonder if it’s just his way of protecting himself from the world. Or maybe he’s just a fucking arsehole.

When the last band of the night finished their set, the crowd cheered loudly, and Rob waves you and Lucy over from the other side of the room. “Come on, have some fun with us instead of standing there just the two of you.”

And with that, you follow Rob out to the smoking area, your heart racing a little bit and nervousness hitting your veins. But as soon as you step outside, you spot Eli, his back to you as he pulls out a cigarette.

He’s standing alone, detached from the rest of the group. Rob made a remark that he wasn’t normally like this, and you made a mental note of that. You take a deep breath, the cold night air biting at your skin as you walk up to him, leaving Rob and Lucy to watch you in surprise.

“Elijah, right?” You ask, trying to keep your voice steady despite the rising nerves and frustration in your chest. “Can we talk?”

He turns to you, eyebrows raised. “About what?”

“About how you’ve been acting all night,” you say, crossing your arms. “You barely said a word to me earlier. Was I supposed to just be impressed by your…charm?”

He exhales a puff of smoke, looking at you in silence for a moment before replying, his tone sharp. “Look, I don’t have time for this. I’m here to do my job, with my friends. Not make small talk with you or make new friends. I have enough of them, thanks.”

You bite back a laugh, the sarcasm in your voice growing. “So you’re too good for small talk? And being nice to people? Or is it just me you’re too good for?”

“Maybe I’m just tired of people who think they know everything about me because of who my dad is,” he shoots back, his eyes narrowing.

A light bulb bings inside your head. There it is. The weight of his name hanging in the air, a reason for his distance.

“Okay, so this is about your dad?” You snap, taking a step closer. “I didn’t come here to suck up to you. I came here because Rob invited me, and maybe I actually want to get to know people he loves. But you—“ you pause, trying to gather your thoughts, “you’re just acting like I’m fucking dirt on your shoe.”

Eli’s eyes flash with something like annoyance, but his jaw clenches. “And you’re all over Rob, making it obvious you’re practically foaming at the mouth over him. It’s fucking embarrassing.”

The words hit you like a slap, and the sting sends a rush of anger straight to your chest. “What? You think I’m flirting with him? The guy I’ve known way longer before he was ever your best friend may I add. You’ve barely spoken a word to me all night when I’ve been nothing but kind to you, and now you’ve got the audacity to say that to me?”

His expression hardens. “Yeah. I’ve seen the way you look at him. Don’t act like it’s not obvious. He has a girlfriend and all, so clearly you have fuck all shame.”

You feel the heat of the argument rising, every word coming out sharper than the last. “How dare you say that to me!” You spit. “I would never try to split up a relationship, especially my friends one! You don’t know a single thing about me, so stop assuming that you do. Maybe you’re the one who can’t handle being around people who actually like Rob for who he is, not because of his connection to some famous musicians knob head of a son.”

For a moment, there’s just silence between you, the only noise is loud chatter and laughter from everyone else in the smoking area.

You can feel the tension hanging thick in the air, the anger swirling just bellow the surface. His gaze doesn’t leave you, and in the next heartbeat, he steps forward, his hand gripping your wrist before you can react.

You don’t have time to process what’s happening before his lips crash into yours, hard and demanding, silencing any word you thought of spitting at him and silencing every thought in your head.

One hand of his is tangled in your hair while the other grips your hip. You can hear catcalls and whistles from his friends, and you just know that Rob is smiling cheekily at the sight. But you’re genuinely too far gone to care.

Eli managed to slip his tongue into your mouth without much effort. You practically welcome it as soon as you felt his tongue touch your bottom lip. He tasted like whiskey and cigarettes, and you can’t get enough of it. You nip at his bottom lip, making him groan.

He breaks away unexpectedly, his chest rising and falling as he looks at you.

“Don’t ever assume you know me ,” Elijah mutters, his voice low, barely above a whisper.

You stand there, breathless, stunned, and a little lost for words. But in that brief moment, it was clear to you, that whatever this was between the two of you, wasn’t over.

Not even a little bit.