#eli hewson

[killherfreakout]

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

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🎥: hahakcoolgtgbye [2024]

[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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ynfan21 HELLO WHAT

ynfan45 MOTHER SOFTLAUNCHING ???

ynfan12 the end times have come

taylorswift 😉😉

ynfan100 WHAT DO U KNOW MA'AM

inhalerfan123 why does that look like eli omg

inhalerfan455 AND ITS HIS HANDWRITING ONT HE CIG?? inhalerfan2123 if its eli i will bleach my hair liked by joshjenkinson_, bobbyskeetz, ryanmcmahon_15 and 389 others inhalerfan2134 WHAT IS THIS A SIGN

landonorris when r u bringing mystery man to the paddock??

yourusername nevr cs u guys scare him danielricciardo lando's small body scares even me tbh rando12 how does she know dany and lando?? ynfan111 dany is like her uncle and she met lando through him

billieeilish the prettiest girl

bobbyskeetz dunno who gave u that cig but trashy handwriting

inhalerfan1123 HELLO BOBBY?? yourusername leave him alone hes just a girl

ynfan123 MOTHER IS IN THE STUDIO I REPEAT SHES IN THE FAWKING STUDIO

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caption: bought lvr a shirt🧘‍♀️

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elijahhewson LOVE YOU POSTED THIS ON UR MAIN

bobbyskeetz ur an idiot my god

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yourusername studio sesh for new music coming soon for u

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ynfan122 MOTHER WE SAW THAT

ynfan333 not her dropping a studio pic to throw us off....

inhalerfan111 UR SO SLAY FOR THAT SHIRT

joshjenkinson_ hm i wonder what the song is about

yourusername sorry who are you? ynfan2222 STOP IT WE KNOW UR LYING

ryanmcmahon_15 you are an idiot

phoebebridgers in love with u

yourusername my sweet baby jesus

oscarpiastri glad i wasn't the one who spoiled u two

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ynfan1112 OSCAR I SAW THAAF

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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 AWW ELI I LOVE YOU

yourusername stop im so sad we were supposed to be mysterious lvrs

elijahhewson its ok love theres always next time (you are stuck with me forever)

bobbyskeetz this is what i have had to endure for the last three fucing years.

inhalerfan22 i just shed a few tears

yourusername that twt thread was onto us

evehewson my favorite girl

yourusername my favorite hewson elijahhewson OIIIIII

ryanmcmahon_15 so glad she was the one who slipped up we almost posted it on the inhaler acc

ynfan333 she is so godly i cannot live

elijahhewson i know ynfan342 HELPP HES ONE OF USSSSS liked by yourusername

joshjenkinson_ ok now drop the song about eli yourusername

yourusername im going to MURDER YOU elijahhewson you wrote a song about me? 🥹🥹 yourusername it was supposed to be a SURPRISEAZFJE ynfan211 HELPP JOSH LEAKINGGG

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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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elijahhewson i think i just shed a tear

yourusername BABYYY ryanmcmahon_15 hes not lying i just heard a sob

elijahhewson i love you so much

bobbyskeetz he is never gonna stfu about this.

ynfan234 FT TAYLOR SWIFT WHATTTT

inhalerfan288 "I FIND MYSELF RUNNING TO YOUR SWEET NOTHINGS" LET ME FUCKING DIE IN A HOLE.

taylorswift was such an honor to be apart of your love

yourusername thank u mother love u tons

joshjenkinson_ this is my formal apology.

yourusername WHERE?? joshjenkinson_ there. that was it.

danielricciardo can i finally post the two of u on daniel.jpg ??

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THE ENDDD

i hope u enjoyed ittt lmk !!!

and send more reqs !!!

[inhalerdublinbaby]

Please leave me!

Also, happy December!!! Can't wait for Christmas holidays⛄️✨️🎄

[leaawrites]

just read your inhaler imagines and loved them!

You could make an imagine for elijah hewson with the song „don’t delete the kisses“- wolf alice or „to love“- suki waterhouse, i think they fit him well xx

To Love

Eli Hewson x fem!reader

Summary: a quiet night, shared by whispers and confessions.

Warnings: fluff, none; I did a bit of both songs, but more suki :)

Wordcount: 0.9k

Masterlist

The light on the bedside table was still on while they both fell asleep and she let it burn as she was now wide awake, watching him breath in contempt.

She wanted to brush the hair falling into his face out of his eyes to admire him more properly, the lamp casting a shadow at all the right places. How could anyone be this beautiful? she thought, her breath catching itself in the back of her throat in order to not come out too harsh and wake him. It was all coming down on her in this moment of silence, the endless possibilities of how her life could’ve changed if they’d have never met. How and where would she be now? Next to who would she be laying instead? A stranger she never got to meet or the lingering ghost of his existence that she could feel deep in her heart but never quite catch with her fingers? Would he only be a grain of sand slipping through her fingers like all the other people she walked past on the streets or sat next to on the subway?

She hoped not. She hoped that in whichever point of life they’d have met otherwise it would’ve ended the same; with them next to each other in every situation.

“What’s wrong?” She didn’t notice him waking, neither opening her eyes until he spoke, grabbing her attention from her thoughts and making her concentrate on him once more. She didn’t even notice the tear slipping from her eye until his finger gently wiped it away, pulling her closer by her waist in the process. His lips lingering on her forehead while Y/n nuzzled her head into his chest, inhaling his scent to remind herself that this was real. This wasn’t some fantasy she didn’t want to wake up from ever again, he was here with her, holding her, caring for her. He was here and she wouldn’t let him slip away ever again.

“What do you think would’ve happened if we never met?” she asked, not looking at him. She could feel him breath in deeply, trying to make the oxygen float up to his brain and start working faster. What would’ve happened if…? The one question with a million different answers.

“I would’ve been the most miserable man in the world,” Eli answered, chuckling at the thought of him being slumped in a corner of his childhood bedroom with a guitar in his hands a notebook written full of sad songs from a love he never had. “The guys probably would’ve had to throw me out of the band for being as miserable as I would’ve been.”

“I doubt it,” she answered honestly, making him frown. “You wouldn’t have known that I exist, so how would you have missed me?”

“I think, I would’ve known. Before I met you, I always thought that part of me wasn’t with me, something had always been missing,” he spoke into the night like it was a confessional of his feelings. “Until I met you. I’ve felt complete ever since.”

If the stars could fall to once words, she believed it would be his voice they would fall for. All the lights of the sky coming down to listen to him in a way they never heard anyone talk before. With a voice so soft and words so delicate yet threatening. The poets say, that nothing gold can stay, but in her heart she knew that this was the only truth she’d ever hold on to. This was pure and rich and beautiful. Nothing would ever be quite the same as this. Nothing would ever be quite as beautiful as his eyes in the moonlight.

“I never thought that you’d actually want to go out with me after I asked you the first time.” The necklace around his neck, which once laid on his chest, was now being twisted in between her fingers. Her eyes focused on the shiny metal instead of his gaze that lingered on her like always. In his eyes she was the most beautiful thing to look at, the only valuable waste of his time. Though laying next to her, simply breathing as one, felt like it was all they were ever meant to be. Besides their work and fame and family, this was what they were looking forward to in life. The quietness of simply loving. “I never thought that love was meant for me.”

“I never thought that I was able to love the way I do now.” A light breeze came in from the open window beside them, flying over the body. Making her shiver and letting goosebumps appear on her skin. Leaning down, Eli pulled the blanket higher over their bodies, hugging her closer to him than she already was to make her more comfortable. He knew how much she hated the cold laying over her body. He wouldn’t let her freeze if he was near.

“I couldn’t wish for a better love than yours.” Looking up at him, Eli wore a lazy smile on his face in her eyes, though in reality he simply couldn’t stop thanking god for letting him have her by his side at this very moment. All the endless hours of disbelief in himself and rotting in the doubts of ever having a love worth living for, they seemed like a gift now. They lead him to her in the end, at the right time.

If this wasn’t love that would last forever, he didn’t know what was.

[matildaanymore]

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...

[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.

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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.

[inhalerupdates]

Eli and Rob performing at the City of Omaha’s Memorial Park Concert yesterday (@/wallowsrry_ Twitter)

[sirenlulls]

feels like ➞ e. hewson

pairing — elijah hewson x fem!reader (gracie abrams fc)

fic type — social media au

met you at the right time. this is what it feels like!

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yourusername hello dublin!! i missed u angels sm 🫶 the last time i played a home show it was to a crowd of 200 at most & while i’ll always be grateful for those intimate shows and the family we built, i am so so so grateful and excited to play a sold out 3arena tomorrow with some very special guests ;) see you soon 💋

user SPECIAL GUESTS???? she’s definitely bringing inhaler out for a song or something

user no because didn’t she say on an ig live a few months ago that she helped eli write perfect storm…

user STOP ID CRY

joshjenkinson_ LFG!!!! 🤍🤍

user WHAT DO YOU KNOW JOSHUA.

evehewson beautiful beautiful girl 🫶

yourusername i love u to the moon and back by gorgeous eve ☹️💗

jordanjoyhewson ⭐️girl!! So excited for you x

user her friendship with eli’s sisters is so special to me

user im so excited i’ve been looking forward to this for months 😭😭

oliviarodrigo sososoooooooo proud of u baby 🥹

yourusername UGH!! my liv my life i love u too much

user you’ve grown so much in the past year im inconsolable

bobbyskeetz they were lovely leaves

yourusername getting the snow angel practice in early x

ynhq getting our bows ready!!

elijahhewson you betrayed me with that picture 💔

yourusername the job of a girlfriend is to humble, i’m sorry babe xx

phoebebridgers 🖤🖤🖤

ryanmcmahon_15 just updated their story!

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yourusername thank u thank u thank u all for giving me the perfect end to an already perfect tour… speaking of perfect things…. thank u to my angels inhalerdublin for joining me onstage for an encore. i love u guys so much & performing with u was a gift in and of itself 🫶 i’ll miss performing live but i’m so happy to be able to settle down for a while with those close to me. i love u all so so so much. thank u for supporting me 💗💗💗

user do you understand how many lives were impacted by this show.

user this is my boobgenius

reneerapp born to serve 💋

inhalerdublin thanks for having us 🫶❤️

yourusername i was looking at josh when he typed this guys just fyi

ryanmcmahon_15 i, too, ❤️ inhaler!

nieveella stunning beautiful yummy delectable talented showstopping amazing gorgeous perfect (storm)!!!!!!!

yourusername love u sm ☹️💋

user my roman empire

katiegavs can i get a kiss… pls

yourusername anything for u 💋💋

user post concert depression has already started to kick in

user u and eli sharing a mic for the perfect storm chorus had me 🥹🥹🥹🥹 IM UNWELL

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[lenelaura]

Elijah Hewson / Inhaler

📷 Lenenordfjord

[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.

[mcmahongifs]

reading festival [26.08.2023]

[storiesabouteli]

Hi! Loved your most recent story! I was thinking maybe you could write one where the reader struggles with acne and Eli makes her feel not insecure? 💕

Hope you are well!

Heey, thank you for requesting! I hope you like that one too!!

Words: 1,6K

You followed a certain logic in your mind, choosing comfortable clothes. You'd wrapped socks around your hair to make sure it looked nice, hoping it would draw attention away from your face—or maybe even from your own reflection in the bathroom mirror. Everything felt exhausting, almost pointless. Your face was freshly washed, the marks and small stinging spots seemed more noticeable. You spent a long time staring at yourself, wondering what to do—they were worse than the day before. You took care of your skin, wanting the blemishes to disappear, not to worsen suddenly, leaving scars behind.

You covered them with foundation and concealer, did your eyeliner to make your eyes more noticeable, but then leaned against the wall, disliking the texture of your skin, wanting to just stay there. You and Eli were supposed to meet Ryan and his girlfriend, trying out a new restaurant, something casual and fun, but you knew your mind wouldn’t let you feel at ease.

“You okay? Something happened?” Eli's voice was sweet, as if he hadn’t been waiting for you to get ready for almost an hour.

“I’ll be out soon, sorry.” You could hear him breathing behind the closed door, his feet shuffling against the floor.

“Need anything? I can run to the pharmacy for you, just tell me what you need.” His thick accent, full of concern, made you smile, an honest contrast to how you felt. You held the doorknob, hesitating for a few seconds, and then remembered Eli was your boyfriend—he would understand.

“No, I’m okay, El.” You whispered, opening the door to face him. He was wearing a tight band tee, showing off his arms, jeans with a belt, and his hair slicked back. He looked adorable, which made you feel even worse about the fact that he'd dressed up, only for you to now not want to go. It also seemed unfair that he'd be going out with you. You closed your eyes quickly, pushing those thoughts down as hard as you could. You hated being like this.

“You look beautiful, pumpkin. I can get dressed up more if you give me a few seconds.” That was the thing—Eli was just being himself, effortless, while you had tried so hard. He didn’t move, and the silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable, though you felt uneasy in your own skin. Tears welled up in your eyes, and he stepped into the bathroom with you. He looked around before his gaze settled on you. His eyes scanned you from head to toe, then he smiled softly, trying to show he was there for you.

“I can tell something’s bothering you, but I’m not sure what.”

All the beauty products—makeup, skincare solutions—were scattered across the sink. You often wondered how Eli saw this side of you. Some people could be insensitive about it, and although Eli wasn’t like that, you couldn’t help but think about it. You looked down at your feet, swallowing your words, not liking the idea of verbalizing this to him.

“Can I stay? I thought maybe you could go without me. I’m just not feeling up for it.” He frowned, thinking, still looking cute. It felt like you were a kid asking to skip school without a good reason.

“We don’t have to go.” He stepped closer, gently holding your face, trying to read you. His concern and calmness were so kind.

“But you should go—you look so handsome.” He chuckled softly.

“So do you, but what’s the point of going without my girl?” You crinkled your nose, embarrassed at how goofy he could be. He hesitated, about to brush his fingers across your cheek, but you flinched. Instead, he placed his hands on your shoulders, still wanting to keep you close, like that might ease your feelings. Your eyes drifted away from his, and that’s when he realized you weren’t avoiding him—you were hiding your face. He pulled you into a hug, and you pressed your face against his chest as he held you tight.

“I’ll let them know, it’s okay.” His lips brushed the top of your head as a wave of relief washed over you.

Eli held your waist as you sat on the counter in front of him. Your mind was somewhat blank, relieved to be staying in, but it still felt wrong. You were distant while Eli's voice echoed in the bathroom, talking to Ryan on the phone. He said he wasn’t feeling well, throwing in a sarcastic remark about you being his caregiver, which made you chuckle despite your sour mood.

“We could cook something nice, watch a movie, or just do nothing for the rest of the night. What do you think, huh?” You nodded, your eyes lifting to meet his, only to quickly look away. He kept his gaze on you.

"Sounds good, El."

Your shoulders were slumped, and Eli felt uneasy, unsure how to help. "I need to take off my makeup. You can get changed; I’ll do the same, and then we can cook something." You said this, imagining how you'd end up with your face pressed to his chest, transferring all the makeup onto his shirt. Either that, or you'd insist on hiding yourself with concealer the whole time.

"Can I?" Eli asked, his waist brushing against your knees as he reached for the makeup wipes you had grabbed earlier. You let out a long sigh and nodded. "My skin's irritated. It’s really flared up."

Your voice was barely audible, as if preparing him for the reality. “You know, I’ve seen your face plenty of times before,” he said softly, his warm, caramel eyes as tender as always as he carefully wiped your makeup away. “What do you think about them?” you asked quietly, handing him a small amber bottle. Speaking about it in code, adding a certain distance, helped make it easier to handle.

He paused, his shoulders heavy as if unsure how to put his thoughts into words. “I don’t really think about them like that,” he said thoughtfully, “They’re a part of you, so I like them.”

He applied the product to your cheeks with his fingers, lightly squeezing them, making you close your eyes and giggle at the way his thick fingers and rings felt against your skin. “How do you see yourself?” he asked hesitantly, not wanting you to speak poorly about yourself.

“I don’t know,” you swallowed, swinging your legs around him. “Now that they’re worse, I feel…”

He noticed your eyes divert once again, a sadness creeping into them. “It’s okay,” he gently lifted your chin, making you look at him. He kissed each cheek, the bridge of your nose, and then your forehead, lingering for a moment as his kisses echoed with soft pops.

You often feared Eli might find you unattractive at times, but his tenderness shattered that doubt. “I met you like this, remember? I thought you were beautiful then, and nothing’s changed. I won’t let you believe otherwise.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. You didn’t know what to say, but Eli had already brightened your day. You wanted to be enveloped by him, as if he were a cocoon.

You nodded silently, letting him apply a few more drops of product to your face. He massaged it in the way he had seen you do many times before, and it was endearing how he had memorized your routine just from watching. “What’s this for?”

“It’s an aloe vera gel; it helps calm my skin.”

His brow arched as he read the label. “Okay. And those stickers? What are they for? And the other tubes?”

You laughed, feeling a bit lighter now. Eli’s muscles relaxed, pleased to see you holding eye contact with him again. Things were looking up; everything would be fine. “I use vitamin C sometimes to fade spots,” you explained. The wrinkle in his forehead smoothed out as if it all made sense now. “And I just try to keep my skin hydrated.”

You handed him a pack of star-shaped pimple patches, and he glanced at the pile, you got slightly embarrassed by how many you had. “These dry out pimples—like the pus and stuff. But mostly, they stop me from picking at them.”

He seemed satisfied with the explanation. The patch you handed him was shaped like golden stars. “Do you still have the pink heart ones? I think you look adorable when you wear those.”

Your cheeks warmed. It was a bit jarring to realize that Eli was fully aware of your blemishes, yet he viewed them as just another part of you, while you treated them like monsters. "You like them?" You gave him the chosen patches, though the question was more a confirmation for yourself than for him.

“I do have a favorite, but yeah, I like the others too. It’s cute when you walk around the house with them on your face.” You laughed, guiding his hand as he placed the patches in random spots rather than directly on the pimples.

You peeled one off and stuck it on his cheek. He smiled, leaning in to kiss you on your lips, lingering a little longer. The tip of his nose gently brushes against yours into softness.“I’ll go change into something more comfortable and head downstairs.” You tied your hair up, abandoning any formality that might’ve lingered.

Eli nodded, removing his shirt and unbuckling his belt. You glanced over, eyes lingering on his shoulders and tattoo. He chuckled through his nose, “Okay, go get changed, little one. I’m starving.”

[d0llfaac3]

No.1 party anthem prt.1

Pairing: Ryan McMahon x rockstar!f!reader

Warnings: light swearing and innuendo’s

Social media au!

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Y/n.L/n

Just a lil photo dump from the tour so far, love opening for @.inhalerdublin 🫶🏻

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Inhalerdublin: we’re excited to see how the rest of the tour goes with you and you know who 🤭

User1: PARDON??

Y.n.L.n posted to their story..

Twitter thread..

ryanmcmahon_15

Some pictures from the UK and Ireland tour, so much fun thank you all for coming ❤️

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User1: omg will Ryan and Y.n just get together already!!

User2: girl the tour has only started technically, we still get to have months of this :)

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I’ll have a part 2 out soon 😋

[inhalerdublinbaby]

Praying that's what I'm seeing under my Christmas tree this year 🙏

[leaawrites]

Dumb & Poetic (Eli Hewson)

Elijah Hewson x fem!reader

Summary: in which, the one time where she walks away it finally ends.

Warnings: swearing, angst (can't seem to write anything happy, sorry), mentions of manipulation and a toxic relationship,

Wordcount: 1k

Masterlist, Short n'Sweet Series

Musicians. The one species no one could ever truly identify, neither understand. Especially when they were so convinced about being the best, and god was he one of them. The touring. Music. Aesthetic. It made her settle for less than what she wanted.

Drunk kisses and broken promises seemed less hurtful after another poem with her as the muse. Little love confessions between lyrics and longing glances that he sent her way when he was performing on stage. She met his family and she met his friends. She met who was important to him and on the sleepless nights, she understood that she was never one of them. She was the distraction he kept by his side to not break down. Taking up every corner of her mind to occupy her whenever.

Being his - even when it was only for a split second - it was all what she wished for and all she hated. She wanted to be something to someone. But leaving her sanity behind for it wasn’t the plan. Leaving an empty bed in the morning because he came home late and gone early wasn’t what she was hoping for.

She knew she should be long gone from Ireland, gone back home and into the arms of her friends to make her feel better about herself after he fucked her mind up one too many times. She knew she should be long gone, still she found herself buying the last tickets the night before. She found herself wanting to see him one last time before she finally took her belongings from this god damn city and leave it for once and for all.

On the stage, the lights were making him look like a god. The way the people in the crowd would scream for him, it made him excited. It made him feel alive. She could see it in his face as he looked at them, when he looked at the other lads. This was what he wanted.

He had told her about it hundreds of times, always dreaming of becoming the big rock star he was born to be. The one people told him he would never be after hearing their early days and shitty Nirvana Covers. But he was convinced that he could make it. And he did.

Now, in the back of the club, it felt different. She was now part of the crowd, the one he adored, but she wasn’t part of those he loved. Not truly. She couldn’t understand why, but she never understood him in the way a lover was supposed to.

Still she couldn’t stop herself from drifting towards another future they might could’ve had. One where he actually was the man and didn’t just act like one. One where they could’ve been happy and where he tried to understand how she was feeling about his actions.

But now, how he stood there, talking about loss like he knew what it meant, it wasn’t fair. For months, she was the one holding him sane and for weeks she was the reason for why he seemed miserable. Running from whatever could remind him of them.

She bet that another one was already waiting for him behind the curtain, someone he would pout at to not walk out of the door. Someone he would tell how understanding he was, that he knew how she was feeling. But truly this was what was on his mind. Nothing else. All for the music, right? That was what mattered.

She saw it in his eyes when he caught her gaze. She was sure he couldn’t see her, still his eyes were focused on her silhouette for longer than anything else. A glimmer of something like regret lingering in his eyes. A feeling of nausea overcoming them both in the moment.

It only broke apart when Bobby walked over to him, nudging him and making him come back to reality. He said he was alright, still his eyes flew back to her the moment Bobby let it go. But she was gone. Like she had never existed. But he knew she was there, he felt it. The stage lights made it hard to see, but he knew her. He knew when she was near.

The door to the club opened, letting a bit of light through and swallowing her body whole after it closed. She was gone and he knew that it was his fault. She was finally gone and he was sure no amount of self-help books could help him now that she was gone.

He read them all, but he couldn’t remember one helpful thing from them now that he needed it.

The rain outside was pouring down on her and reminding her of all the tears she shed for him. All the arguments she blamed on herself after never understanding the reason why they were fighting in the first place.

Her boots were making sounds on the pavement, her hands were furiously wiping away the falling tears on her face. He was the one who left, so why did she still feel guilty about how it ended? It was only him and his facade that made it all crumble.

Part of her wanted him to follow her, to tell her that he was a dumb idiot for letting her go. That he regretted it all and that he could never love anyone like her. But he never came back, he only ever left. She knew he would never come back with every step she took further away from him, feeling nothing but free now. Even when the burden of his love would weight her down for a bit longer than she hoped for, this was the first thing they’d both done right in the relationship. Leaving was sometimes better than holding on to something so dumb, no matter how poetic it might seem.