#eli hewson x fem!reader

[leaawrites]

Literature and feelings

Eli Hewson x fem!reader

Summary: when she can't sleep, he's the one to hold her.

This was a short story of my own originally, not a fanfic, so it's a lot of yapping in there, but I didn't have anything other to post and I do like it a lot and it'd be a waste if it was rotting away in some document.

Warnings: mentions of insomnia (I don't personally have it, I just go to bed late, still I hope this is as accurate as possible), pet names, College AU (I'm solely focused on school atm if you can't tell), friends to lovers

Wordcount: 2k

Masterlist

When you are having a sleep disorder, your eyes will stay open when they should be closed and your mind is active, noticing the slightest of details. You will hear the branch outside your room hit the window when it’s a windy night, you will hear the people talking outside the door when they should sleep (wondering if they feel the same way oneself does or if they just do it for the other), you can hear your brain work through the sleepless nights, noticing every thought it has.

If it isn’t occupied by all the noises surrounding it, it begins thinking about all the people you give your time to. You begin counting the people who hate you, that did something bad to you and before you can fall into the rabbit hole of self-hatred, you remind your mind that there are people that like you. You’ll remember phrases they’ve said, secrets they shared, feelings they opened up to; if nothing about them comes up, or you already went through it, you begin to think about what you’ve said, what secrets you’ve shared, how you feel about them.

Her mind begins at the start, when the sun goes down and she lies in the comfort of her bed, surrounded by old coffee cups, stacks of books, flowers (fresh and dead next to each other), and the smell of old paper, oranges and ink. She notices the willow tree hitting her dorm room window together with the slight rain drops that come falling down from the sky.

Mary and Rose are outside, taking advantage of the only time when no one will see the affection they share for each other, talking and sharing a kiss here and there, until the first person comes out and they decide it’s saver to go to bed, alone. The door next to hers makes a sound as it is opened and then melodies of kissing and further love fill the room; Bobby and Martha could never spent more than two hours without the other.

She turns on her other side, leg draping over the bed sheets, one of her arms crawling under the pillow, holding it up so that her head can lay comfortable. Her eyes close and the only thing on her mind is static silence. The hope of finally falling asleep is near, it’s hanging from the wall and in front of her eyes. She stretches her hand out to grab it, her fingertips touching it.

But then the pedestal she stood on cracked, making her fall to the ground.

The noises of Bobby and Martha make her head turn to the wall that separates them, disgusted by hearing what they are doing.

Throwing a shirt over her pyjama, that consisted of a pair of shorts and a bra, before walking out the door. In the hallway Mary and Rose gave her a look, asking if she knew, to which she only smiled at them, both going back to their cigarette and conversation after; Josh stood a few feet away, leaning out the window talking with someone about going out, the smoke of the cold winter night coming from his mouth as he spoke.

With her arms around her chest she made her way through the boy’s hallway. Some giving her a weird look, as if they never went into the girl’s chambers. Ryan, a guy from her English class, greeted her as he stood in the doorway talking with someone on the phone.

“Wait, Y/n.” He called after her, hanging up the phone. “Eli isn’t in such a good mood today, went to bed early, he might as well be asleep already.”

“I will be quiet and try to not wake him up, even when I don’t think he went that early to bed to already sleep. But thank you for informing me.” she thanked him, walking a few steps backwards, waving him good night and the turning around again.

Eli’s room was at the end of the hall, making it easy for him to stay up late or letting out his anger at 2 in the morning, about something stupid or feelings that he swallowed into his own existence rather than making them known, without anyone noticing. Sat with his guitar until the sun came up.

Inhaling deeply, letting the air fill her lungs, feeling her chest go up and down, she pushed the handle down slowly and stepped into the dark room. Eli was laying with his back to the door, his blanket pulled up to his chin. Curtains not fully closed, making the moon shine down on him; the light reflecting on his white skin in a room floated by darkness, making it seem like the shimmer of the sea.

Closing the door behind her, she took one step after the other, making her way towards his bed. The mattress shifted as she sat on the edge of it, and even though his eyes are closed, he’s not asleep. His breath was still static and his jaw looked more tensed than relaxed.

“I was almost sleeping.” He mumbled, his tone harsh, opening an eye to see who interrupted his peace.

“I’m sorry,” she says, looking down at her fingers that were fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

“Don’t be,” He answered, lifting the blanket and moving over so she could fit under it as well. “Can’t sleep?” He asks, turning his body so they were facing each other, when she laid beside him. His eyes looked genuine and soft, a small hint of tiredness laying in them too.

“Yeah, something completely new,” she answers sarcastically, trying to play the guilt off that she felt for waking him up.

“You wanna do something?”

“No.” Rest her head on his chest, she let her breathing settle to his heartbeat. In the moment of silence, her mind makes up different ways of how this night could end; good and bad. Trying to push the bad one’s away, knowing that whatever her head made up wasn’t what he would say, not out loud to anyone she knew, at least.

“What is going on in that pretty little head of yours, that keeps you up all night, love?” His fingers began stroking her hair, combing through the knots that were created from her tossing and turning in the dark. Her mind relaxing when he does that, calming her nerves and realizing that it’s just them two in a world so full of people that were always acting so hectic and stressed, when sometimes it could be so easy.

“Everything,” she answer, her leg laying over his, her foot resting between his own. “Can you tell me something different to think about? Anything. I just don’t want my old thoughts anymore.”

Silence filled the room as he thought of what he hasn’t told me already. “Today in Russian we talked about ‘The Brothers Karamazov’ and we went through our favourite lines in the book. The moment I heard the task, I knew which one I loved the most,” He said.

“What was it?”

“‘You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.’” He answers. Quoting the sentence without hesitation, as if he had it read over it so many times that it was burned in his head; sitting in his bed with the light on on the night stand, reading the same sentence, over and over again, getting shivers every time he finishes it and can’t believe what he just read, having to do it again. It’s like a painting engraved in his head, he couldn’t look away from it when he first saw it and now it’s still visible when he close his eyes.

“Why?”

“I believe, that if you come back to life, you need something or someone to do it for; you can’t do it on your own. When I was burning and needed a helping hand to get me out of the fire, you held yours out for me. You didn’t care if you got burned in the process, you just wanted to help me. When I realized that, the quote was since then about you and always will be. I picked it, because it reminds me of you,” He explained, his eyes set on the white ceiling that closed the space, creating something where they could be just two kids, talking about literature and feelings.

She looks up at him, her voice stuck in her throat, before breathing out, “Us.”

“What?” He asks, looking at her as well.

“It should remind you of us; you were also there not just me. It’s about us.”

He smiles down at her, his eyes sparkling with a strange desire of affirmation. It will always be them, no matter who gets between them, until this day, the quote reminds her of them.

“Did you explain it this way too?” she wondered.

“Not exactly.”

“How then?”

“I just said it reminded me of a certain time in my life where I met someone really important to me.”

“I’m really important to you?”

“More than you know.”

The way he said it made her heart stop. Could there ever be a right time for them? From kindergarten until 8 months ago, she never saw him as more than a friend, but after that one night in her room, she couldn’t forget the way his eyes and lips are shaped. Her mind was full with him and he didn’t know. All the little things start to taste bitter sweet, knowing that her mind is too full of skeletons and bones he doesn’t know of, that when he finds them out, he will run down the hill she’s build for him.

“You’re thinking again,” he muttered, tapping her arm to make her come back to reality.

“What’s so bad about me thinking?” she said it, like it wasn’t the reason she was here, with him.

“You don’t sleep when you think.”

“I don’t sleep even when I don’t think,” she shot back.

“You sleep when I’m with you.”

“Must be some superpower of yours then.”

“I’ve got many, love. Don’t underestimate me,” Eli answered, laughing as he began tickling her sides. Making her squirm in his crib and moving away from his reach.

Turning towards the edge of the bed, his fingers still moving over her skin, almost falling out. She could already feel her body hitting the floor, until it didn’t. Two hands holding her waist. Holding her up from hitting the ground.

“Got ya,” Eli mumbled from behind her, making her breath hitch.

Turning around in his crib, she came face to face with the guy she couldn’t stop thinking about having so close. Her breath hitting his face and his fanning over hers. Goosebumps appearing on both their arms, both feeling a shiver run down their spine. Both feeling the magnetic like pull between them. Both feeling their lips pressed together, moving against each other. Hearts exploding in their chests. Hands tangling into the others hair and shirt and skin.

“I don’t think I’m gonna be able to sleep now,” she said, breathing heavily. Looking him in the eyes, she knew that he was feeling the same. They didn’t have to say a word about it, they knew, because they knew each other.

“Might have to give you a good night kiss then,” he said, smiling widely before leaning down again, connecting their lips once more. This time it was softer, lighter.

They definitely wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight.

[iheartbritishmen3000]

Brooklyn Baby

Josh Jenkinson x fem!oc synopsis: fem!oc is behind the scenes of an inhaler interview when Josh reveals their relationship to the public.

words: 300

a/n: this is a short blurb, a silly idea I had. I'm manifesting

Lights are set up, flashing the boys in the already bright room. A camera is set up on a tripod, capturing the best shot of the Irish lads for the interview. Dylan sits in the back of the cameras, watching a team of professionals bombard her boyfriend and his band with silly questions. Josh sits on the couch with Elijah, the other two lads taking a break from all the talking. “Favorite Lana Del Rey song?” Josh repeats the question. He moves the small handheld mic to Eli, “The one she did with A$AP maybe?” His hands casually brush through his greasy hair. Josh nods at his mate's answer. “My girlfriend is always listening to Brooklyn Baby, so maybe that?” He says nonchalantly. 

Dylan quietly gasps at his response, catching his attention. They share a smile—her heartwarming at his thoughtfulness. She and Josh were never public with their relationship of six months. Both choose to remain private, only the people closest to them know about their love, and that’s all that matters. The room looks shocked at the public outing of his relationship. Josh never meant to out the relationship, but the words felt so right coming out, “his girlfriend.” He loves her wholeheartedly and wants to shout it from the rooftops. Plus, most fans were too concerned with the romantic doings of his other two mates to care. 

Dylan smiles throughout the rest of the interview, it quickly wraps up and the interviewers pack up their equipment. Josh gets off the couch and approaches his girlfriend. “If you want, we can edit out the part about your girlfriend?” The interviewer asks, being conscious of the private relationship. Josh looks at his girlfriend, wrapping his arm around her waist. “No, that’s okay. Leave it in.” Josh reassures them. Dylan snakes her arms around his neck, kissing him on the cheek. “You’re the sweetest,” She says with a smile. 

[kate-inthedarkness]

Sun-kissed Beauty - Eli Hewson

Eli Hewson x fem!reader

Summary: An early summers morning in Eli’s family home with sun-kissed skin, back kisses, and admiration….

Warnings: Fluff, nudity but zero sexual content (although there are some moments of suggestiveness), kissing.

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It was a rare summer morning in Dublin. The kind that made the air thick and sweet, the sun pouring into the room like liquid gold.

You lay on your stomach, the sheets tangled around your naked body, your skin sticky from the warmth of the night.

The gentle sound of waves in the distance drifted through the slightly opened window, mingling with the soft chirping of birds, creating a soothing backdrop to your dreams.

You felt the familiar warmth of Elijah’s body beside you, his presence a comforting weight. As you slowly began to wake, you noticed the soft press of his lips against your back, fingers gently brushing your hair off your back to reveal more skin, a delicate touch that sent a warmth through you.

His kisses were gentle, nothing compared to the rough ones the two of you had shared in the privacy of his old bedroom the night before. They were almost like a feather brushing against your sun-kissed skin, and you couldn’t help but smile into your pillow, feeling a rush of affection for him.

“Morning,” he murmured, his voice a low, sleepy melody. You turned your head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of his tousled hair and sleepy smile.

His eyes were still heavy with sleep, but there was a spark of mischief in them that made your heart race.

“Morning,” you replied, your voice muffled by the pillow. The world outside was waking up, the sun creeping higher in the sky, but you wanted to linger in this moment a little longer, wrapped in the warmth of his kisses and the softness of the sheets.

Eli leaned closer, planting a new loving kiss along your spine. “You’re going to make us late for breakfast. We’re heading up to Howth today, remember?,” he teased, but his tone was playful, and you could feel the warmth radiating from him.

“Let them wait,” you said, relishing the way he made you feel. “I’m sure your mother won’t mind us staying in bed for a few extra minutes,” you smirked, but the smirk went unrecognised by Eli who had now moved upwards to nip at your neck.

“It’s not even my mam I’m worried about,” he pulled away from your neck, laying his head back down to lay face to face with you. “It’s my dad who wants to get a tan and go for a hike before we all head off to France next week!”

A subtle smirk appeared on your face, the casual mention of a family holiday to the south of France tickling you.

“Posh prick,” you giggled out as you face planted the pillow, earning a playful slap to your bare arse over the sheets.

“Watch your tone, Missy! Or else you won’t be coming with us,” Eli warned, playfully of course.

You turned your head to look at him, your mind running through quick comebacks you could use, but no, your brain went blank as soon as your eyes met his.

Silence quickly fell upon the two of you, eyes hooding quickly with lust and admiration, and the words ‘I love you’ tingling on the tip of your tongue.

But he beat you to it.

“I love you so much, love.” He spoke with ease, completely sure of himself and the words he said. His fingers mindlessly traced patterns along your collarbone, stopping to hold their place over one of the light marks he’d left there last night.

Every brush of his fingertips against your skin left goosebumps in their wake, even in the stickiness of the heat.

“I love you most, baby.” You returned the three words that were so easy to say to Eli with grace, causing a light tint of pink to brush over his cheeks.

Eli’s large hand cupped your left cheek, leaning in for a passionate and loving kiss, leaving you feeling flushed and butterflies flapping around in your ribcage.

As both of your naked bodies tangled up in each other once more, kisses being peppered over any area of bare skin, time wasted away, but none of that mattered.

All that mattered was that the two of you got to share an extra few minutes together before your day was filled with the best kind of chaos.

And you were more than grateful for that, as was Eli.

[storiesabouteli]

Romance (Maybe it's a place) // Elijah Hewson X fem!Reader. PART 1

prompt: Eli is a vampire who falls in love with a human. The story explores the passage of time and the challenge of maintaining a relationship between two very different beings. It’s a guide on how to date a vampire/human while seeking a place of comfort in someone—and all the complexity that this longing brings.

words: 4K

(it'll probs 2 or 3 parts, it won't be long promise!)

There was nothing to expect, no prospects for the next day. Everything felt empty, his chest heavy, despite the absence of a beating heart. He wasn’t tired of the life he led; it was simply that so many years had passed, and he felt he’d experienced it all. Then, you showed up.

“Uh, she has this endearing look when she’s around me, like when you discover something new and know it’s going to be worth every moment. It’s still like that, even though we’ve been together for a while. I think I’ve gotten used to the idea that she knows who I am and isn’t afraid of me, even though I still watch my every move, thinking it might come to the surface one day. My point is, Josh, my human is kind and deserves a beautiful life. We’re not on the same page, but I can’t let her go.”

His voice cracked, eyes filling with tears, and he welcomed the feeling—it had been a long time since he’d felt anything like this. Over time, he’d grown numb to so many things. Josh sighed, understanding the weight of what Eli was going through but knowing there was little he could do.

“Eli, you’ll know what to do. You can agonize over it and delay all you want, but not making a decision right now is already making a decision.”

Josh had offered advice—he was a bit more adaptable to modern trends, though he knew how to use a phone just fine. He had tried getting Eli on board with it, considering up until recently, he still received letters, written as outdatedly as Eli sounded when he spoke on the phone. It was like he was composing his words with an old-world elegance, carefully phrasing each sentiment. But then you came along, and suddenly, he found himself adjusting to screens and adopting habits a bit more in tune with the present day.

Eli rubbed his face with a frustrated urge to shout. He had hoped his friend would offer a practical solution, but he knew this was the truth. Many of them had been through something similar. He knew what he wanted; he’d seen both paths before. And yet, he kept overthinking it, as if that would help somehow.

...

Eli chose heavier coats when he went out with you—usually something soft, like wool, more inviting to touch. “You alright, love?” His thick accent made you glance up at him. You couldn’t answer right away; all you wanted was to stay pressed against his chest, arms wrapped around his waist. There were no steady heartbeats to listen to, but his breathing—always at the same, calming rhythm—was comforting in its own way.

“Yes, El,” you murmured, slipping your hands into your own hoodie pockets. The cold air wasn’t helping. “You’re freezing,” he said, with a hint of guilt, the words lingering like it should’ve been obvious this would happen. But you didn’t mind. You chuckled; sometimes he was quick to worry. “I’ll go grab more blankets, alright, grumpy?” You didn’t want to downplay his concern but hoped to ease the way he saw it.

You took his face in your hands, kissing his naturally flushed cheek, then pressed closer, brushing a kiss to his lips. He savored the warmth eagerly, even though he could feel the chill in your fingers and nose—areas that must’ve ached from the cold. Embarrassed, he looked away for a moment, until you returned with more blankets. Wrapping yourself in one and placing another thick layer between you and him, it wasn’t ideal, but it worked; you could hold onto him, enough to count as a hug; proper physical contact.

He took in the scent of your hair, and it was enough—these little moments that reminded him you were his human, seeing every detail about him as a feature, never a threat (which was a little worrying, if he was honest). Eli held you close between the blankets, feeling a bit better.

“You know, El,” you said, turning your face to invite him in for a soft kiss, “your body temperature is going to be really useful in the summer. It’ll be nice.” He laughed, noticing your lips were warming up again.

...

Eli was waiting for your shift to end at the bar, his usual spot reserved with that easygoing smile. You'd started a weekend night job, one that fit around your studies, and he'd made it a point to pick you up every night so you wouldn't walk home alone. There he was, leather jacket, cigarette between his fingers, his hair charmingly tousled. He leaned on the bar, a soft, inviting smile playing on his lips as he ordered a drink. "You look beautiful." He tilted his head, letting the dim light catch his gaze as he took you in. You'd put in a little extra effort tonight – waves in your hair, a cinched dress under your apron, all for the quiet thrill of seeing Eli at the end of it.

"You too," you murmured, cheeks heating up as he let out a soft chuckle. His hand met yours briefly, the contrast in temperature catching you off guard, so he held onto them a little longer than usual. You slipped off your apron, glancing around to make sure everything was in order, and turned back to him. Eli rarely smiled fully-one of those open, toothy smiles. But whenever he did, you couldn't help but imagine those sharp canines showing, a detail he'd told you only appeared at his choosing. You had never seen them before, but fairy tales made you think it would be cute. Eli wasn't the tough type.

"And you're hot," he whispered with that thick accent, words lingering just long enough to leave you wanting more. You felt his cold hands at your waist, fingers resting lightly, and wrapped one hand in his hair, pulling just enough to get that quick intake of breath, followed by the softest sound that showed he liked you being a bit bold. "I like the dress," he murmured faster, hands resting on your hips as he nudged you back against the wall at the exit, his body pressed close against yours. It was quick, a thud against the wall that didn't hurt, but he caught himself, realizing you weren't quite like him. His apologies were soft, but you just whispered, "I like that, to be honest," which made his eyebrows raise in a mix of excitement and teasing.

The hem of your dress hitched a bit as he held you close, your pulse quickening against him, and the smirk on his lips only grew. Your eyes traced the freckles across his nose, his pink lips near yours, and it left you a bit breathless. "You're dying for me to kiss you, aren't you?" And you were. He cradled your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek, trailing down to your jaw. Your hands trailed up his arms, reaching his neck, pulling him closer. He nestled into the crook of your neck, his soft hair tickling your skin. "Missed me that much, El?" you asked before his eyes lifted to meet yours. He finally pressed his lips against yours, slow and deep, and you sighed into it, feeling everything melt away.

"I did. So much." His eyes had a soft gleam to them, a smile lingering, one that felt like it was just for you. Seeing your shaky breaths, he peppered your lips with little kisses until you settled, or at least got used to the fact that he wasn't about to stop. "Do... do your teeth ever show?" It slipped out before you could stop yourself. His eyes dropped for a second, awareness hitting him, and you instantly felt bad. "Sorry, you said I could ask."

"It's fine," he reassured you, fingers still gentle. His rings brushed your skin – a subtle reminder that he was there, by your side, despite whatever thoughts he kept to himself. "I won't bite you, okay?" His voice had a deep warmth, cautious but reassuring, and you let yourself believe him. He kissed you again, the same trail as before, from your cheek to your jaw, then this time letting his lips brush along your neck. You melted, fully aware of the way he held you. The kisses were soft and warm, pulling your eyes shut, and truthfully, you didn't fear much. Eli wasn't cruel, and you'd give him the benefit of the doubt until proven otherwise. You felt a faint graze, almost a scratch – it felt good. This was good. "I won't hurt you, little one." You'd talked about it before, those early questions you had about his predatory nature, and he'd told you he could handle it. He needed things but managed them.

"Maybe I'd like it if you did," you teased, part joke, part honest. He drew back, clearly content with all of it. "We should go. We're in public, miss." You groaned, laughing in playful protest.

...

The first time, you sent him a message saying you needed company, that you weren’t doing well. That way, he’d have the choice, the option to decide not to stay if he didn’t want to. But Eli called immediately—there was no time for your mind to spin into catastrophic scenarios. He briefly asked what was going on and if you needed anything (he didn’t even remember the names of medications anymore). It was clear he’d be spending the weekend by your side.

There was something about his presence that made you feel better, and knowing he’d be there in person filled you with a renewed sense of relief.

“I can turn my back, even if I’m in the

bathroom.” He said it so casually, and he was hard to read sometimes; every now and then, he seemed almost detached. You curled your toes, wrapped in a towel and seated on the edge of the toilet. He stood in the doorway, trying to figure out the best way to help. You needed a shower—your temperature was all over the place, and it would ease things a bit. But your feet ached at the slightest touch of the floor, and your shoulders were so heavy that you felt you’d collapse if you stood for too long.

“Can you?” Your voice came out low, soft, as if admitting just how much you needed him, even though you didn’t want to. Eli looked at you, and his expression softened as he came closer, kneeling down in front of you. His hands cupped your face, brushing your hair out of your eyes. You looked so tired, and instinctively, your cheek pressed into his palm, despite the chill of his skin against you. He pulled back, but you held his hand there, keeping him close.

“You know you shouldn’t wait ‘til things get worse before calling me, don’t you?” He spoke gently. You nodded, but dealing with this on your own was second nature; it was just how things had always been. Your eyes lingered on his tank top, the small star tattoo peeking out alongside his necklace, and a few scattered freckles across his shoulder. Your warm fingers traced over them, grazing those little dots softly. He smiled, and you looked up to see his eyes crinkling at the edges, that pointed nose and unruly curls, with a few locks twisted just perfectly.

He was beautiful, maybe that was why he wasn't human. Pale, rarely a fan of sunlight, but not repelled by daylight either. He didn’t sleep in a coffin or flinch at garlic; he’d answered all your questions, even if he felt uneasy talking about it. You often avoided asking too much. He needed blood but had assured you it wasn’t as dire as the movies made it seem—he didn’t hurt anyone, didn’t kill innocents.

You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him close. The intimacy of being wrapped only in a towel didn’t faze him; he was there just to help. “It’s chronic,” you admitted, barely holding back tears. “It’ll keep happening, and I don’t want to depend on you… but I’m just, uh, so tired.” He heard the strain in your voice, the soft sniffle, and drew you closer. His hands moved gently along your back as your cheek rested against his shoulder, forehead pressed to his neck. He kissed the top of your head, feeling a deep ache he hadn’t felt in years. For a fleeting moment, he felt the exhaustion you bore—aching shoulders, tired eyes, a sudden warmth creeping into his skin.

He couldn’t take this from you, but he’d stay with you as long as you allowed. “Well, then, I’ll be here with you more often, and as often as you need,” he said, and you simply held him a little tighter, eyes meeting his. He noticed the subtle dark rings beneath them, a telltale human weariness he found beautiful, something unique to you. Morning puffiness, the way your scent changed with the seasons—these little shifts only added to your charm in his eyes.

Feeling a bit lighter, you were ready to try standing. “I won’t look, I promise, love,” he murmured, and you knew he wouldn’t. Slowly, you stepped into the shower, letting the water pour over you, hoping the fever would slip away down the drain. Through the steam, you could just make out his silhouette, back turned, his posture more relaxed with you nearby. You’d seen him tense up in public around you, but you understood.

He didn’t look, not even once. When you were done, you let him know, narrating as you dried off and dressed. When you finally said you were ready, he turned around with a soft smile, placed a gentle hand on your waist, and kissed your forehead. Then he led you out, guiding you with a steady grip.

Lying on your back, you stared up at the ceiling while he lay beside you, careful not to touch, as if he knew it might not be what you needed right now. The bed felt small with him so close. You took his hand and guided it to rest at the crook of your neck and shoulder. “The feeling of warmth happens when the fever reaches the new set point the body establishes. At that moment, blood vessels dilate to release heat, and you start sweating to cool the body down.” Your words came out so precise, almost like a textbook. Eli smiled, clearly thinking you’d looked it up somewhere for him. Still, your temperature was finally stabilizing, and his natural coolness seemed to help. “Do you still feel any pain?” he asked, his eyes growing heavy, yet relieved to see you were getting better.

“Just a little, I’m much better now. You’re like an angel,” you murmured, watching his nose wrinkle slightly. You found it curious how he felt emotions without any functional organs. His body didn’t give him trouble; he was visually healthy, able to just… live. You weren’t sure if you wanted to be like him, but something about it felt unfair. Silence settled over you both, and he turned on his side, his deep, amber eyes holding yours, drawing you in.

“Can you turn people? Just anyone?” The question tumbled out suddenly, genuine, raw. He looked away, as if bracing himself. This was bound to come up, sooner or later. “It’s like when you asked if I’d move away when you leave for college because, otherwise, I might not be here anymore,” you added, trying to ease the weight of your question. You were getting to know him better.

He nodded slowly, knowing he’d answer you honestly if you asked for it. If you wanted, he’d let you be like him. “I can,” he whispered, keeping it brief, not wanting to linger on the subject.

You hesitated, taking in the idea. He knew how much you suffered from chronic pain, how sometimes you just wanted relief, independence. And while he wouldn’t think twice about offering you this existence if you wanted it, he couldn’t shake a selfish feeling—the thought that, in giving you this choice, he’d be binding you to him and trapping you in your current form for eternity. Even so, he’d never refuse to help you if you needed him.

“So… it’s just a bite? And that’s it?” you asked, curiosity shining in your eyes without a trace of fear.

“Biting’s just for blood,” he clarified, his voice softening as he took a deep breath. “To turn someone, it takes a witness and making sure the person won't die, y’know?” He sighed, and you noticed, arching a brow.

“I thought you didn’t feel tired,” you teased, sensing his discomfort and wanting to lighten the moment.

“I don’t,” he said, brushing off the feeling with a small lie. You let it go, realizing you were also getting sleepy, even though he didn’t need sleep the way you did.

He’d once told you he’d been at this for around 300 years, adapting quickly but feeling his enthusiasm fade with time. He didn’t even remember who’d turned him, just that he’d woken one night alone, with the pain of transformation, figuring everything out by himself. That always made you think about your own fear of being alone, especially when pain flared up and made you feel trapped to someone.

“Can you… have kids?” you asked softly, eyes tracing the constellation of freckles on his nose.

“No,” he replied simply.

“I was going to say I’d have your kids if I knew they’d inherit that nose and those freckles, but I didn’t want to offend you or anything.” He chuckled, that familiar, comforting nasal laugh. Eli felt pain, but holding you like this made it melt away. He’d met thousands of people over the years, but you were the one who made him want his world to keep turning.

“Do you want kids?” he asked.

“No,” you said without hesitation. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to go through this just because of some unlucky genes.” He looked at you, an emotion in his eyes that made you wonder if he’d learned to mimic human reactions, replicating them when needed, though Eli had never done that with you.

“Would you have wanted them? If you were still… you know,” you asked.

He wrapped you both in the blanket, creating a cocoon. The light smell of cigarettes and mint gum surrounded you. His curls tickled your face, and you reached out to touch his lips with your fingers as he spoke, feeling the faint movement of his mouth. “I don’t know. I never thought about it when I was human, and now it doesn’t make much sense. Maybe I’d be happy, maybe I’d be sad if I’d had kids in a life that isn’t mine anymore. But I’ve stopped dwelling on what I can’t control.”

He said it with a calm acceptance that made you wonder just how long one had to live to reach that kind of peace. You liked living in the moment, but only when it was good. And you understood that Eli wasn’t always okay; he just knew how to deal with what life had given him.

“You don’t see a future with me, do you?” you whispered, voice thick with unshed tears. His arms tightened around you, but his silence broke something in you. Still, you reminded yourself to cherish the present because, as much as it hurt, you understood the complexities of it all.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his words soft and full of regret.

...

“Dear Jenkinson, this will be a brief update, yet a necessary one. I’ve bought a cellphone and shall be more present. I still prefer to avoid the daylight; perhaps it’s simply the desire to remain unseen. I enjoy a quiet life—or at least, that’s what I believed. Recently, I’ve noticed a girl at the café near my house, yes, the same place here in Dublin. She comes around midday, doing something on her little black screen, though that detail hardly matters. I simply like knowing she’s there, and that she’ll likely be there tomorrow. I don’t speak to her, and I don’t imagine I will. Is it wrong for me to want to be near her but not seen with her? I mean her no harm, yet my human bears little resemblance to me. I write to you in confidence, as I suspect you’ll advise me to approach her. In any case, it’s a curious feeling, waking with this small excitement, the uncertainty and hope that she’ll be there, sitting in her usual spot.”

You scanned the first letter; they were all unsealed, unhurried in their elegance, as if they weren’t truly hidden from you—yet he kept them private all the same. You didn’t recognize the name, “Jenkinson,” but something in the writing made you imagine an old friend of his. Strange that you hadn’t heard of any friends. He knew all about your life, perhaps because you were far more open than he was. A pang of guilt hit you for reading his words. You’d picked them up from the mailbox by accident, and now you’d leave them where you found them, pretending you hadn’t seen any. Still, a gnawing question lingered in your mind. Eli cared for you, and you’d told yourself you were fine with this arrangement, just living in the moment—but you wanted something more, didn’t you? Eli seemed so sure of what he wanted from the beginning. You’d hoped maybe he’d change, but could you truly resent him? He wrote such beautiful things about you, didn’t he?

Your pulse quickened as you ran your fingers over the heavy paper, catching another letter. “Dear Jenkinson, I had forgotten that humans suffer, not just from their own mental wanderings like us, but from very real, very physical pain. My human has a condition that keeps her days limited, wrapped in intense pain. I’ve been there for her, and you’ll understand the significance of that, won’t you? It’s been a long time since I’ve done anything like this. Anyway, she’s full of a light-heartedness you’d never picture me having. She deserves so much more, you’d like her, but I don’t intend for things to reach that point—” You felt a sting behind your eyes, frustration and a sense of discomfort flaring up. How could he be so dense, filling these white spaces with beautiful words about you while being so unthinking about the future? After all, he’d have a future, regardless of what happened. His nature was certain that there was a tomorrow.

“Dear Jenkinson, I would never hurt her, truly, nor do I feel any inclination to do so, yet there’s something in her calm, gentle scent, and the eyes that makes me wonder what it would be like to bite her. Am I a bad person for thinking this? I know what it’s like—the taste and the quiet satisfaction when it’s with someone we truly appreciate. I don’t think of it as feeding, but rather as a form of cultivation.”

It was sweet, kind of sexy, in its way, yet left you with a hollow ache. Eli had a life, a very long one, yet he’d never shared any of it with you—not his past loves, this friend, or why, of all places, he still stayed in Dublin. You wanted all of him, but a part of him wasn’t there to be yours, was it? The letters lacked dates, having only found their way back to him. Why were you committing yourself to something that felt like it had an expiration date?

[purfectstormzz]

Million Dollar Man | Logan Sargeant/ Elijah Hewson X reader (smau)

Summary: In which Y/n y/l/n meets the love of her life after losing the other one.

Pairings: Logan Sargeant x fem!ex!reader, Elijah Hewson x fem!actress!reader

A/n: I’m back with my Elijah Hewson x f1 fanfics! Also no hate intended towards Logan.

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Yourusername

Liked by AlexAlbon, DanielRicciardo and 567000 others

Yourusername: Race weekend with my favourite people <3

Comments:

AlexAlbon: Wrong team y/n!

> DanielRicciardo: Alpha Tauri is the only right team😎

F1fans: “with my favourite people”. So where’s Logan🤔

> justaninchident: Right, he hasn’t been in any of her photo dumps and he hasn’t liked any of her pictures lately.

Lilymhe: My favourite person🫶🏼

> AlexAlbon: Tought I was your favourite person🤨

Yourusername

📍Dublin, Ireland

Liked by Lilymhe, AlexAlbon and 564900 others

Yourusername: Me, myself and I on a little get away!

Comments:

Lilymhe: You deserve it y/n/n🫶🏼

> F1fan3: I love how y/n and Lily are still friends even tho y/n and Logan probably broke up.

LoganSargeantfan2: Where is Logan????

Yourusername posted on their story:

📍Dublin, Ireland

Caption: Getting to know the culture!

Replies:

Lilymhe: 2 pints😏 who’s the lucky one??

> yourusername: I’ll tell u all about it when I’m back😉

LoganSargeant: Y/n please answer your texts, also 2 glasses, who are you with??

Yourusername

📍 Dublin, Ireland

Liked by ElijahHewson, LoganSargeant and 564000 others

Yourusername: Dublin in ecstasy.

Comments:

Lilymhe: Babe it’s been a month, I need you back here😩

> Yourusername: I’ll be back in 2 weeks babe🫶🏼

Inhalerfan2: Girly spends a month in Dublin and is already an Inhaler fan

> ElijahHewsonsguitarstring: That guy in the second pic looks a lot like Eli🤔

> inhalerfan3: omg he does🤨

> Bobbyskeetzzzers2: That is definitely Elijah, look at the tattoo.

ElijahHewson: Am I not the best tour guide ever??

> yourusername: Definitely!

Yourusername

Liked by ElijahHewson, Lilymhe and 5476000 others

yourusername: Brooklyn baby

comments:

Inhalerfan2: "Well, my bofriend's in a band"

ElijahHewson: Prettiest girl ever

>Yourusername: Prettiest boy ever <3

LoganSargeantfan2: Damn she moved on fast.

>Y/nswife: Girl shut up, they broke up 3 months ago and Logan cheated on her so let her be!

ElijahHewsonsguitarstring: From wag to rockstar gf, she’s such an icon😫

Yourusername

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yourusername: I too love Bono's son <3

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[sirenlulls]

ARABELLA → e. hewson

pairing — elijah hewson x famous!fem!reader

summary —every popular man needs an even more popular girlfriend and rn that's you babe xx

written for this request

wraps her lips round the mexican coke, makes you wish that you were the bottle

you're such a fan fav.

like whenever you're at inhaler gigs they're almost more excited to take pictures with you than with the band

if you work in the limelight as well (singer, model, actress, etc) his fanbase is your fanbase.

pictures of you and elijah (and just you) are very common profile pics for inhaler twt and tiktok

he's very aware that he's the arm candy in the relationship

he can't complain tho, he gets it

obsessed bf, pretty gf dynamic

goes without saying that you've got more than a few songs written about you

if you're irish (self projecting) you would be freaking out with him and the lads over them playing in slane (and for opening hslot ofc)

in famous!reader headcanons i always see "his insta is a fanpage for you" and i raise you one, your insta is a fanpage for HIM!!

litch whenever an album drops, it's on the story and in a post. they announced tour dates? posted. they're opening for someone? posted. they fall asleep on your couch after a show? posted. you see a cute fan edit? saved, commented, and posted.

you're visibly down bad for him

BUT DONT WORRY hes visibly down bad for you too

if you're a singer, people are getting videos of him with the biggest heart eyes chilling in the vip section

if you're an actress, pictures of him staring at you on the red carpet or during interviews haunt the rockstar gf pinterest girlies

if you're a model you better believe that there has never been a show of yours when everyone can see him smiling in the front row

your little fanboy <3

forehead kisses for the win!!!

AND AND AND!!!!!! a hand on the small of your back at all times

definitely does the thumb thing when you're holding hands

he follows the sidewalk rule like it's a law

tells u abt the time he got abducted by aliens to help u sleep xx

he doesn't really fuck with spooning but will always rest easier if your head is on his chest and his arm is around you

i feel like if you're a very excitable person (self projecting again) he's such a listener

like you could be rambling about the most random thing in the world, and he'll just sit there nodding with a cute little smile on his face

he'd be great to gossip with, i think, but that might just be the irish in him

it's pretty much mandatory that you get on well with the rest of the bad bcs if you're not busy yourself, eli is dragging you on tour with them

if you were in the industry longer than them i feel like you'd all have some really good chats

like giving them advice on how to deal with anxiety and helping them through any doubts or fears they have

they all appreciate having you around even if ye take the piss out of each other 24/7

it's loving banter <3

you'd get mentioned in interviews a few times

never by name tho

because eli's so private and doesn't want to end up with the bands success being attributed to you he'd never be like "oh, y/n said this, y/n said that"

instead he'd be like "oh, yeah my girlfriend's been here before so she's been telling us where to go and all"

if the others ever brought you up it'd be to take the piss out of eli

"yeah his girlfriend had to drag him out the bus this morning" "he wouldn't shut up till we brought his girlfriend over" stuff like that

you and eli would have some proper deep chats i feel

he trusts you so much

each others ride or dies fr

fans hope you get married

he does too

overall, any comment section under a pic of the two of you is filled with people crediting ye for their bisexuality xx

[lgwifey]

hey would you ever do a part two to delusions (robert x reader). id love to read it! x

DELUSIONS PART TWO

Robert keating x fem!hewson!reader

Summery : Y/n’s being carted away to stay with her brother and coincidentally there’s only one person in when she arrives.

Warnings : not proof read, bad spelling ✨, cringe xx

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PART ONE

2023

"I'm really sorry about you award tonight, I thought your new album was defiantly better than hers, smiley face"

Y/n turned around to face Anais and Issac whilst she lounged on their sofa in their living room where she had invited herself to stay for the night since Eli was in a strop and her dad was too concerned with him to notice she'd disappeared.

"How does that sound ?"

"Maybe rephrase the last sentence ? Something which is less," Issac paused for a minute before mimicking her frequent squeal, "I've been in love with you since I was thirteen oh my gawd you're so gorgeous."  His face turned to its regular serious after the dramatic second.

"So get rid of the 'your new album was defiantly better than hers' ?"

"Maybe something like 'I'm sorry about your award tonight, maybe try being a better musician ' ?"

The Irish girl turned to Anais with a mortified expression, quickly closing her phone.

"Maybe I should just leave it ?"

"Maybe ."

"Shut up Issac, no defiantly dm him at least, like he was giving major signs tonight."

The blonde gave the younger girl a suggestive wink before laughing, causing the other two to laugh as well.

"I'm not getting my hopes up anymore, but I'll just send a normal, platonic message to him which he probably won't see but what can ye do."

"That's our girl."

Issac have a small round of applause before leaving to go to the kitchen to get a drink after having to deal with the message rehearsals. Once he left the room, Anais made her way over to Y/n with a grin on her lips.

"What about a little snap, like just with a bra in the background ?"

Once again, y/n looked at her with a look of horror.

"My brother is with him !"

Y/n dragged her suitcases to the front of the terrace house, a glare to her dad who stood beside her. He knocked on the bright door whilst she gave another complaining huff.

“Look you don’t want to stay at your granny’s and your ma isn’t dealing with you by herself for three months so Elijah is the last option y/n. Trust me it took a while for him to agree to it.”

“I’m 21 and being babysat by my brother. Are you even able to comprehend how sexist that it. He was touring without anyone at 20 !”

“That’s different.”

Y/n just gawped in shock before letting out a very unusual noise that resembled something between a scoff and a choke.

Before her dad could say anything else, the door was swung open and none of the than Robert Keating stood there with wet curls and a towel wrapped around his waist.

Y/n flushed bright pink, immediately turning to look in the opposite direction, noticing the neighbours had a camera pointing at her as she did so.

“Oh sorry, thought yous where coming over tomorrow.”

“We where but plans changed, I texted Eli?”

“Oh the other three have been out all night, they ended up staying at some hotel I think.”

Y/n looked back to where the semi-naked 23 year old was stood, trying to make it look like she wasn’t overly fussed by his presence.

“Will you two be ok if I just leave her here, I’m already running behind.”

He looked over to where the younger girl stood staring intently at the wall next to him and let out a small smirk, barely noticeable since y/n had lost most of her vision from eye strain and Bono was busy with tour plans on his phone.

“Ai yeah, that’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

“Thanks Bobby, I’l see you in a few months y/n, yeah ?”

She just behave a nod before pulling up her suitcases’ handles. As she went to pick up her duffle off the floor, another hand met hers, a slightly bigger and callous one. She looked up to meet the bright blue eyes of Inhaler’s bassist and hugely her face go even redder.

“Urm…”

“Don’t worry love, I think I can handle a bag for you.”

He gave her a smile again and she knew if Anais was here she’d be eating up every second of this like Corrie.

[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

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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.

[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.

[leaawrites]

Rhinestone Eyes

Josh Jenkinson x fem!Albarn!reader

Summary: getting spilled beer over her at one of her dad's concerts isn't half as bad when the guy is cute.

Warnings: fluff, language

Wordcount: 1.2k

Masterlist

She’d abandoned the spot reserved for her behind the stage years ago at the age of 16 as she took notice of the fun the crowd had at every Gorillaz concert. Wanting to be part of it and feel less left out, hiding behind bodies and watching her father from the best spot there was, she found herself there 6 years later.

Damon was walking around the stage, interacting with the crowd and pulling them into the story he was telling them through songs as if it was a secret he couldn’t keep any longer. The animations behind him supporting his words, showing the characters he had built years ago.

At the beginning they were just characters to support his words and songs, though very quickly they turned into bedtime stories specifically for her.

Singing with the crowd almost every night when she could attend a few shows in a row, she was used to the bumping of bodies and the occasional ‘sorry’ as someone stepped on her foot. Though none of those were ever as sincere or apologetic as when a guy accidentally spilled part of his beer on the front of her shirt.

“Shit,” he mumbled, turning to her, staring at the mess he’d made. “I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to.” Screaming over the music for her to understand him clearly.

“It’s all good, don’t worry about it,” she waved him off, ready to see him turn around again and continuing watching the band while she was off to the toilette to wash it out.

Instead, he stayed turned towards her, seeming like he was thinking about what to do next. So she was the first to walk away, out of the arena and into the halls. Following the signs to where the toilettes were supposed to be.

Rapid footsteps followed her out, only slowing down when he was walking next to her. Hands stuffed in his pockets, eyes slightly shut as they adjusted to the brighter light outside.

“I’m really sorry, OK?” he said once more as she didn’t react to his presence.

“I already said it’s alright, you can go back now.” It sounded harsher than she intended and at the bright blush creeping up his neck, she could see that he took it harsher than she hoped. “I don’t want to ruin your night, you were obviously enjoying yourself.”

“Well, I think it’s only fair now that I’ve ruined your night already. Concerts can be expensive these days.”

They stopped walking as soon as they stood in front of the female bathroom.

“That’s true, also the reason why you should go back. I’ve seen them before enough times, I won’t miss out on anything.” Pushing the door open, she left him standing outside.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she only now realized how hard she made it for him to feel better, because he clearly felt bad about it. Squeezing her eyes shut and letting out a harsh breath, she pulled the shirt over her head and began running it under the water. It wasn’t the best way to deal with it, but it seemed like the only way. She could easily walk the few meters backstage with a wet shirt on. The black fabric not making it obvious unless someone would touch it.

Stepping outside again, the wet fabric now clinging to her skin, she cursed herself for ever leaving the backstage area. Though, just as she was about to turn in the right direction, a cough from her left side took her off guard.

The guy from before still leaned against the wall, supposedly waiting for her until she was finished up inside. A bag now hanging down from in between his fingers.

“You’re still here.” Crossing her hands over her chest she fully turned to him now.

A shy, slightly embarrassed smile graced his lips as he looked at the bag dangling in front of his feet.

“Uhm, yeah.” Scratching the back of his neck, he held the bag out towards her. “Thought it might be uncomfortable in the shirt now. It’s the least I could do.”

Taking the bag from him, she pulled out an oversized band shirt from the merch stands inside the venue. All four characters were printed on the front with the ‘Gorillaz’ spray painted logo and all the tour dates on the back. Laughing at the purchase, she excused herself once more to change her attire.

“How does it look?” she asked, walking out, the drenched shirt now crumpled up in her hand. Doing a little spin to let him see it in it’s full glory.

“Amazing, now you absolutely scream fan girl.”

Laughing together they listened to the music booming from inside.

“You wanna go back inside?” he asked, pointing back to where they originally came from.

“Nah, it’s almost over so it’s not worth it.”

Nodding in understanding, they stood in awkward silence until she remembered why she was there in the first place. Glancing back at him, he was staring at the floor beneath his shoes. Almost like he wanted to see through them and see his bones. Like an X-ray.

“What’s your name again?”

“Uh, Josh.” Taking a hold of her outstretched hand, he shook it in greeting. The tension slowly dissolving between their fingers. “Yours?”

Introducing herself, she took her hand back towards her side. Continuing her attempt at small talk.

“How long have you been a fan?”

“Pretty long actually, grew up listening to them and just never stopped I guess. I mean they make great music. What about you?”

“Yeah, also grew up with them. My dad’s very invested in their music so it was always all around the house.”

They started walking further towards the back of the venue. Back to where she had to be when the concert ended.

“Do I know you from somewhere?”

It was a risky play, she knew that. But seeing the genuine interest in his eyes calmed her nerves as they came closer to the door labelled: ‘Backstage. Unauthorized entry prohibited.’

“I’m in a band: Inhaler. We’re from here; Dublin.”

“Yeah, I think I’ve seen you at some festival before or sum.”

“Possibly. We play quite a lot of shows, whenever we can actually.”

“That’s cool. Taking all that time for the fans and all.”

“In the end they’re the ones making it possible for us to make music. It would be egoistical if we only played a few shows a year.”

“Yeah, well Josh. Thank you for the new shirt and the company.” She stopped walking a few feet away from the backstage entrance. Turning to him and smiling as she saw the shy look in his eyes.

“No worries, it’s fair play.”

“Maybe I’ll see you at another concert someday?”

“Hopefully.”

Before she could slip away fully from his sight, she sent him a small wave and ‘bye’. Receiving the same in return.

Leaning against the door and breathing out deeply once more, Damon was already waiting for her behind the door.

“Nice shirt.” A smirk covering his face as he looked down on his own band printed on it.

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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.”

[leaawrites]

So american

Eli Hewson x fem!reader

Summary: in which, a decision is made that changes everything for both of them.

Requested by @honeyeyesworld

Warnings: bit of angst, fluff

Wordcount: 0.9k

Masterlist

The last few years had been a bit of a rush, a roller-coaster filled with screaming and a fear of heights. The reason as to why she stayed as low as she could, closing her eyes whenever something seemed to be filled with too much adrenaline.

Guys were guys, to her they were nothing more than a reason to not spent the night alone. They were the ones she would fall asleep next to but not wanna wake up to as well. If one stayed longer than a week, it made it feel too real. Their existence made her feel too bare.

“I can’t believe you’re still just stalking him,” her friend said, as they were sat in a quiet corner of a cafe they found themselves in more often lately.

“I’m not stalking him,” Y/n tried to defend herself, turning her phone off to stop staring at his profile picture.

“Maybe,” she started, making the other girl narrow her eyes at her. “Just let him in for once.”

“I know how it will end, so no, thank you.” Sipping on her coffee and looking around the small space, she tried ignoring the voice that told her, that maybe the idea wasn’t too bad.

Maybe, this once it could actually work out for the better.

Getting into something more beyond a few dates had been scary at first, the thought of letting someone closer than a bit of small talk seemed too much, but the more time she spent with him, the better it felt.

Eli always seemed to understand what she was going through and how to handle it. His easy-going nature making dark moments brighter.

Laying on a blanket in Central Park, Y/n watched him as he looked out on the lake, taking in every detail she was afraid to remember as of yet, in case of his face haunting her when he was gone. But after four months, he was still by her side. Still holding her hand.

Rubbing his thumb over her skin, he could feel her gaze burning into his face. The feeling of her eyes fixated on him sending a heat to his face and a shiver down his spine.

“What’s got you so captivated, love?” He asked, his Irish accent shining through his words, making a small smile appear on her lips.

“Nothing,” she casually answered, still not looking away from him. “Just you.”

His lips curled up at the compliment, a laugh bubbling up in his chest and escaping through his perfect lips.

“I’m really that nice to look at?” Raising his eyebrows, Eli averted his gaze from the water, now looking down at his lover laying in his lap.

“Of course, lad,” she joked, his laugh prominent once more.

“Thanks, dude.” Putting on an American accent, he bent down, catching her lips in a quick kiss. Lifting her head from his lap as he sat up right again, she looked almost disappointed when he seemed unbothered by the the loss of her lips.

“I’m going back to Dublin after we’re finished with the album,” he continued talking, a sad smile pulling down his happy demeanour.

“OK,” she said, sadness flooding her own veins.

This was what she always wanted, right? For this to be a simple play like always and nothing worth mentioning to her grand kids when they asked about her earlier life. This was what they were meant for, right? Nothing more.

“Do you think that we’re gonna be alright with the distance between us?” Eli asked, his hands finding the ends of her hair and twirling it between his fingers.

She didn’t look at him, not even when he rested his hand on her cheek. Only a single tear grazed his skin before she closed her eyes to keep the others away.

Not answering, she only shook her head, biting her lip and cursing herself for getting so attached so quickly. This wasn’t meant to happen. He was a Rock star, she was just some girl from New York City, what were they even doing here together?

“What about-” Eli started talking, cutting himself off in thought though as every bad outcome of his question came to his mind. “What if you would come with me?”

“What?” Her voice broke as she asked, her head snapping towards him. Her eyes were wide open and filled with shock.

“I just thought, maybe, you could come with me…to Dublin.” His voice was quieter now, scared. “You don’t have to stay forever, but just for however long you want. Get some culture into your American system, you know?”

“You’re so mean,” she said, shaking her head. Trying to look angry at him, though the smile on her lips said otherwise. “Firstly, you make me absolutely fall in love with you, and then you also make fun of my homeland. Unbelievable those guys today, I’m tellin’ ya.” Sitting up, she shook her head in disappointment.

“You’re absolutely in love with me?” He asked, pulling her closet with his finger beneath her chin.

“Maybe,” she answered, smirking as his eyes flew down to her lips for a second.

“Well, maybe I’m also absolutely in love with you, American girl.”

When he captured her lips with his, it felt like more than any other before. No matter if with other guys or him, for her it had always been a matter of time before she felt their lips in one final kiss.

This one, it felt like a promise for forever. Like they wouldn’t fall out of their routine the next second. Like they would wake up next to each other every morning and not regret a thing about the night before.

[leaawrites]

Fade Into You

Eli Hewson x fem!reader

Summary: a dance can change the loneliest evening she's ever had.

Warnings: angst, fluff, it's pretty fast paced

Wordcount: 0.9k

Masterlist

Slow music was humming it’s way over to her, carried through the wind by all the people dancing. It changed every now and then; the intensity, the tempo and the feeling over all. One moment everyone was cheering and in the next you could barely see them moving as they held on to one another.

Holding back the tears that threatened to spill once again that night, she watched the empty chair next to her own that was once occupied by her date. Her boyfriend of three years.

They planned on attending together for a few months already, nothing ever speaking against it. Though when the realization came that someday she wanted something like this too, he became the bolter of commitment and disappeared down the hall. Leaving the whole room speechless as they witnessed the murder of love.

“What’s up with you? Why’re you sad at a wedding?”

Catching her out of her thoughts, Eli sat down on the other side of her. His arm laying over the back of her chair. A giddy, excited look on his face. Breath stacking upon his words as he tried to get his pulse back to normal.

“Has grandma Edna finally drained you enough to make you shut up?” she asked back, trying to muster a smile on her lips. Receiving an eye roll and dry laugh.

“Nothing could make me shut up and you know that,” he answered, smirking smugly at her.

“Then that’s why I’m sad.”

“I don’t believe you, you love hearing me talk,” Eli insisted, sitting up straighter and pulling her chair closer to his in the process. “Why’re you sitting here all alone, where’s that lad you brought with you?”

“He had to go home,” she said.

Eli barely knew him, even though they dated for quite some time. Though the few times he met him, it was enough to make up his mind. He hated that guy and - though he was unsure if it was because of the uneasy feeling in his chest when seeing them together or because he knew he could treat her better - told her she should leave him more than once when she called him crying over some shit he’d done.

“Why? Didn’t enjoy the party?” Taking the full champagne glass from the table, Eli drowned it in one go. Hoping it would make the excitement of the foreseeable future wash away.

“More like: didn’t enjoy the thought of having the same someday,” she finally confessed, avoiding his eyes because she knew how he would react.

“What?” Eli was in utter disbelief, his hand falling on the table, making a loud sound of shock echo through the room. “What a wanker.”

“Yeah, well, he went home to pack. Told me he’s leaving tomorrow to move back home.”

The sadness was undeniable in her tone. Her voice dripping with tears as she spoke the truth she didn’t want to believe.

“He never deserved you anyway.”

In contrast, his voice was soft. A certain type of empathy falling from his lips, comforting her through the space between them.

Looking at the room around them, the slow song faded out and the DJ announced, that ‘this one is for all the lovers. Whoever you may be.’

‘Fade Into You’ by Mazzy Star boomed through the speakers and Eli knew it was now or never.

“You wanna dance with me?”

He held his hand out to her, raising his eyebrows in suggestion.

“Sure.”

She took his hand in hers and slowly they made their way to the middle of the dance floor. Eli’s thumb brushing over the back of her hand before moving them behind his neck and putting his own on her hips.

Softly swaying, they stayed focused on the other. The music fading away, her fading into him as she laid her head on his shoulder. Burying her face into his neck and breathing in the comfort of his scent.

“I do like it when you talk to me,” she mumbled softly against his neck. her lips brushing his skin while she spoke, sending a shiver down his spine and butterflies in his chest.

“I know,” he answered casually. “I like talking to you.”

The mirrorball hanging over them reflected bits of light on their skin as she pulled away from him a bit. Looking into his eyes and watching the soft glow dance over his features. Over his eyes, his nose, his cheeks, his lips.

Staying focused on the flickering spot of light that appeared and disappeared as it pleased on the soft flesh of his lips, she couldn’t help but leaning forward a bit with every second passing.

“You just broke up,”Eli reminded her as soon as he could feel her breath on his skin.

“Eli,” her tone was steady and her eyes lifted back up to his own, but she didn’t move away. “Do you like me?”

It was a silly question. Of course he liked her, they were best friends for years. But when his eyelids fluttered shut and he breathed in deeply, they both knew that this was more than friendly feelings they’ve felt.

“I always thought love must be this flame inside of you,” she continued talking. “That you should feel like you’re burning from it.” He opened his eyes again, waiting for her to finish her sentence. “But I don’t feel like I’m burning when I’m with you. I just feel at peace. Like I can breathe in for a second.”

Her thoughts ran wild when he still stayed silent, taking in her words and processing them dangerously slowly.

Pulling her closer, he answered her as his lips found hers. Making her gasp into his mouth at the sudden force and their smiles mixing together at the realisation of what just happened. Their lips moving together like they were always meant to.

“I love you too,” he mumbled against her lips. “I really do.”

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Meer

Eli Hewson x fem!reader

Summary: a quiet conversation at the beach, based on Meer by Jeremias.

Warnings: fluff, I love a good quiet talk about something, school and migraines have been keeping me from writing so here is this.

Wordcount: 0.7k

Masterlist

Slow crashes were making a soft melody appear in the salt air surrounding them. The sand beneath the towel they were cuddled together on, flew over their skin every time the wind blew it from it’s surface and into the air. No one of them said a word, enjoying the silence they’ve been longing for so long.

With his fingers tangled up in her hair and her head resting on his thigh, Eli couldn’t stop his eyes from trailing away from the ocean and down to her. The one, he was sure, that would stay. His own hair was still wet, almost weighting down his head so he was forced to look at her. He could see the hair on her arms standing up, goosebumps appearing on her body with every breeze flying by.

Eli loved music, he really did. Creating it, listening to it, feeling it. Though sometimes silence was the most comfort one could get. With being on tour the last four months, they hadn’t seen each other as much as they wanted to. Messages and calls not doing the face to face conversations they’d have justice. And when he was finally back in her arms, with his head buried in her chest, her breathing reminded him of the sea. The calm, steady rhythm that made you close your eyes and just forget every bad thing around. With both of them by his side, he had never felt better.

The attention and fans and appreciation was worth the work, every bit of his career was worth fighting for, but he loved not having to fight for something for once.

His hand travelled further down her body, laying just beneath her breast to feel her heartbeat against his own pulse. Feeling it quicken before it slowed down again, matching with his like it’d always do. Their hearts beating as one.

“I never want to loose you,” Eli whispered, almost afraid to voice his concern about the future.

They’d never talked about it this serious. It was always just drunken giggles over wine late at night or little whispers while the other was already asleep in their arms. Having this conversation now seemed almost too serious to be taking a good turn, in his eyes.

“You won’t,” she promised him without hesitation like there wasn’t any in her mind. Like she knew this was what she’d feel forever and how she wanted to feel forever.

“How are you so sure about that?” Burying his hands in her hair and letting them move over her scalp made her close her eyes and snuggled a bit closer to his skin, leaving a kiss on his leg before sitting up and facing him.

Taking his face in her hands she held him softly, her cold cooling the warmth on his face.

“Because, sometimes, when you aren’t home, or already asleep next to me, I can’t help but wonder how your skin would feel beneath mine in seventy years. If I’d still hold you like I do now, in fear of breaking your delicate body because I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you. I can’t help but fantasize about everything we haven’t done yet and what we’ll never be able to do, but what I want to experience with no one else with you,” she said, not letting her eyes flick away from his gaze once. “I want you, in every of those thoughts. Every thought I think is about you and I don’t ever want that to change.”

Silence settled over them for a few seconds, his hands finding the top of hers and pulling her closer to lean his forehead against hers. His breath, filled with cigarettes and peppermint, flying over her face in the process, the familiar feeling sending shivers down her spine.

“I bet I’ll be all wrinkly and gross to touch,” he said. “Won’t even be alive then anymore probably.”

“Oh, Hewson, I’ll make sure you live as long as I want you to.”

A stream of laughter erupted from him, breaking the silence around the empty beach and melting a part of her. Infecting her too. Making them a mess of love and laughter, kisses shared between the two like words in a steady conversation. A river of love flowing through their veins and making them one of the same.

[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.

[kate-inthedarkness]

nepo baby eli x nepo baby reader... maybe?? please 🙏♡

Oooo omg I love this idea!!

Think I might make this into a little series if people enjoy this xxx

Honey Sweet, Pt.1 - Eli Hewson

Pt.1 Pt.2-coming soon

Elijah Hewson x nepobaby!fem!reader

Summary: Even though you and Eli have been apart of each other’s lives for years due to your parents being friends, the two of you were never really close. But when both of your families decide to go on holidays together, things change between you…

Warnings: friends (kinda) to lovers, a slight amount of nepotism lol, and this is a bit short, sorry! The second part will be much longer hehehe.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the Bahamas. The sound of laughter and splashing water filled the air as families in the villas near by enjoyed their vacations.

You found yourself lounging on a beach chair, reading a book you picked up in the airport, the salty breeze tousling your hair, while the backdrop of both your and Eli’s parents joyous laughter echoed behind you.

Eli wasn’t far from you. He was sprawled out on a towel, AirPods in, seemingly lost in his own world.

The two of you had known each other since childhood, bound by the intertwined lives of your famous families. Bono and Ali Hewson being his parents while Jon Bon Jovi was your dad. Both legends in the rock side of the music business.

The two of you only ever really saw each other when his family visited New York or New Jersey, or the odd time your family would head over to Ireland. But whenever the time came to be faced with each other, the two of you were never overly excited to see each other.

You didn’t truly hated each other, but there had always been an invisible wall separating you—a mix of rivalry and indifference.

“Hey, Eli! You wanna go for a swim?” You called, surprising yourself with the offer. Eli looked up, pulling one AirPod out.

“Did you just ask me to join you for a swim?” He replied, a hint of skepticism in his tone.

“Maybe,” you smirked, trying to hide your own surprise. You were both in your 20s now, and perhaps this vacation was a chance to break down some of those walls.

With a slight shrug, he stood up, brushing sand off his legs. “Alright, let’s see if you can keep up.”

Before you could say anything he sprinted down to the sea front, and it became clear to you that he was instigating a race.

And there was no fucking way you were letting him win.

You sprinted up to him as fast as you possibly could, making it your business to get in the water first. From the looks of it, Eli wasn’t really quite the runner, but he did have a good amount of speed on his side.

Luckily for you though, you had years of track running working in your favour. And it showed when you splashed into the warm water first, Eli following only seconds later.

Laughter had replaced the awkward tension that had characterised your childhood and teenage interactions. You both emerged from under the surface of water with grins that mirrored the suns brightness.

“Not too shabby. You know, for a Nepo baby,” you teased, the two of you swimming side by side.

“Ha! Says you Ms. Bongiovo herself.” He quipped back with a smug grin on his face, making you smile.

“Yeah, yeah. You got me there. Forget sometimes I’m not in the position to pick on you for it.” You chuckled, splashing some water towards him.

The afternoon unfolded with playful banter and shared stories. You learned about the early days of when the band just started, his love for the craft that seemed to run deep in their family, obviously.

In return, you shared your own dreams, aspirations, and the weight of expectation that came to having a famous parent.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you both found a quiet spot on the private beach you were so lucky to have just to yourselves, sitting on the warm sand.

“I have to say, I guess we never really gave each other a chance,” Eli spoke, his voice softer now.

“Yeah, I guess we didn’t,” you replied, looking out at the horizon. “But I’m glad we’re getting to know each other now.”

In that moment, something shifted between the two of you—an unspoken understanding and connection began to form. The laughter and teasing faded, replaced by a shared vulnerability that felt both new and exhilarating.

“Do you think we could be friends? Like, not half arsed friends because we’ve been forced to or anything. I mean actually be friends.” He asked, a shy smile creeping onto his face.

“Definitely,” you smiled back, feeling a warmth spreading in your chest. “It’d be my pleasure.”

The waves lapped gently at your feet, echoing a promise of something beautiful blooming between you two, a bond that had finally found its roots

As darkness enveloped the beach, you both sat together, talking under the stars before getting ready for dinner, the sound of the ocean weaving it’s magic around your new friendship.

But, something in your gut was telling you that there was more. More than just a friendship. And you’d make it your main priority of this trip to find out if your gut feeling is right or wrong.