#elijah hewson oneshot

[kate-inthedarkness]

Everything is Romantic - Eli Hewson

Summary: Soft moments of you and Elijah on a short summer break away…

Warnings: Suggestiveness but other than that just fluff!!

A/N: I’m so busy at the moment so here’s something short and sweet that’s just been sitting in my drafts while I’m trying to catch up with requests!!

The cicadas hummed lazily in the olive trees, the golden haze of the late afternoon settling over the hillside like a warm blanket.

You leaned against the balcony railing, a cold glass of rosé in your hand, the breeze lifting the hem of your linen shirt. Somewhere below, the sea glittered like broken glass, blue and endless.

“The longer you stare at the ocean doesn’t mean it’s going to talk back to you,” Elijah said, his voice rough from sleep and softened by the way it always got around you.

You smiled but didn’t turn. “Maybe I’m waiting for it to say something interesting.”

He stepped up behind you, arms sliding around your waist without asking, without hesitation. His skin was warm from the sun, and he still smelled faintly of citrus and the salt water you’d swum in earlier.

“You know,” he murmured into your hair, “we didn’t come all the way here for you to flirt with the Mediterranean.”

You laughed, leaning into him and his touch. “Are you jealous of the sea, Hewson?”

He tilted his head, brushing a kiss just below your ear. “I’m jealous of anything that gets your attention longer than I do.”

Your heart flipped, like it always did when he said things like that—so direct, so low, like it was meant only for you and no one else would understand.

His fingers slipped beneath your shirt, finding bare skin, the cool contrast of his rings making you shiver.

“Elijah,” you breathed, a warning and a plea.

“Hmm?”

“We’re supposed to be getting ready for dinner.”

He kissed your shoulder. “Dinner can wait. The sun’s about to set. And you, standing here like this…” He pulled back just enough to look at you. “You’re not making it easy.”

You turned finally, letting your hand rest on his chest, where his heartbeat pulsed steady and real. He looked impossibly golden, curls messy from the hammock he fell asleep on, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips.

“I like it here,” you said softly. “With you. Quiet like this.”

He reach up, brushing your bottom lip with his thumb softly. “Yeah?” His voice dropped. “Then let’s stay like this a little longer.”

And as he leaned in—slow, deliberate—you forgot about the dinner reservations, the time, the sea. All that mattered was the feel of his mouth on yours, the sun slipping low behind the hills, and the promise of a night that belonged only to the two of you.

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The sun had finally dipped below the horizon, brushing the sky with a purple hew almost as the heat of the day still clung to the stone walls of the villa.

Inside, tangled in linen sheets and each other, skin to skin, you lay with Elijah, your limbs barely distinguishable from his.

The dinner reservation had long since passed.

His hand trailed lazy circles on your lower back, the salt of your sweat still cooling on your skin. His chest rose and fell beneath your cheek, his breath steady now, but slower—like he never wanted to move again.

“You know we missed that Michelin star place for this,” you teased, nudging his thigh with your knee playfully, voice half-melted in the warmth between you.

Elijah’s chuckle vibrated under your ear. “Best decision I’ve made so far on this trip.”

You tilted your head up, brushing your lips against the edge of his jaw. He turned to meet your gaze, his eyes soft, unreadable, pupils wide in the dimming light. The breeze from the open balcony stirred the curtains like a slow dance.

“I could stay like this forever,” he murmured, fingertips brushing your collarbone. “Just us. Nowhere to be.”

You smiled, pressing your forehead to his. “You say that, but you’ve got a world tour staring back up in, what? Two months?”

“Then let’s run off before then. Disappear into the countryside. Start a vineyard, raise goats.”

“Raise goats?” You laughed.

“Fine. Kids, then. If you insist.”

You stilled for a moment. His tone had shifted—still light, but not joking. He looked at you like he meant it.

“Eli, baby…”

“I’m serious,” he said quickly. “Maybe not goats. But… someday. I can see it.”

You reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his. “You and me. Kids. A home.”

He nodded. “Maybe not here. Back home, in Dublin, probably by the sea. I know that’s what you really want. You’d make a beautiful mam, you know.”

Your throat tightened, unexpected and sweet. He kissed your temple.

“You ever think about it?” He asked. “What it’d be like? Having kids? Marrying me?”

You smiled against his skin. “All the time.”

“Yeah?”

You shifted so you were looking at him full on, not caring that the linen sheet was no longer covering your top half, your hand still in his. “Yeah. You’re the only person I can imagine sharing forever with.”

The breeze blew through again, warm and lazy, smelling like sex and sea salt. The room, the whole world, seemed to exhale around you.

He leaned in slowly, kissing you with the kind of depth that said more than words ever could.

And outside, the stars began to blink into the sky—silent witnesses to a future quietly unfolding.

[killersfool]

Medicine | RYAN MCMAHON

PAIRING: ryan mcmahon x original f!character

GENRE: romantic tension

SUMMARY: ryan - after the collapse of 'inhaler' and first year at TCD - is entering his second year of med school and meets a strange fresher who he desperately wants to get to know

WORDS: 5.5k

WARNINGS: swearing, alcohol use, smoking

Trinity college Dublin was not at all how Ryan expected. The first week's workload was like a punch in the stomach compared to his work last year. First year had been a nightmare, truly, but second year was on a whole other level. He had this sneaking feeling that the medicine course would go easy on him, that immunology and histology were a thing of the past. But as his eyes fixated on his timetable for the week, eyebags sunken and mouth dry as he pressed his back against the wall in the library, he couldn't help but suck in an anxious breath.

Josh had messaged him a few hours ago, seemingly in a similar state of confusion — well you couldn't be too confused, they had both signed up for the course with the most contact hours per week and a workload that could leave you in tears.

A slight jealousy was the first pang in his chest at the sight of all the fresher's, naïve and blissfully unaware of all the hell that was soon to ensue. He looked out of the library window to see the influx of students. He could easily spot the medics. Huddled around the Med society pitcher, they weren't too hard to find. Each with their new stethoscopes and shiny shoes, all signing down their names for new societies, he banged his head against the window, part of him wanted it to shatter, to cause a scene, but he valued this future too highly. Being a doctor was all he wanted. After the failure that his band endured, he wanted to prove himself to everyone. He wanted his parents to be proud of him. Now, he had the chance. He needed to get on with his work and think about the final outcome. He needed to stop chewing on the past and focusing intently on the present. Second year anatomy would surely kill him but he knew he had to prod on, or he'd be wishing in a few weeks time that it hadn't piled up.

He had an essay due for Monday. He looked at the word document. Fifty words out of one thousand. It was Sunday evening. Maybe today called for an all nighter.

So he left the library with one thing on his mind. Find some caffeine, find a quiet space and get this essay done in as little time as possible.

He made his way through Dublin, his final destination was a corner shop which was quite the dump. The lightbulb had almost fallen of the hinges and was illuminating the room with flickers of a mellow light. He shifted through the group of teenagers looking at sweets and glancing over at the Vodka, probably resisting the urge to leap over the counter and run with it. Ryan's hand gripped the cool fridge door and he looked at himself in the glass. Pallid and tired. Corpse-like. He brushed away the insecurity that washed through him and grabbed two cans of red bull.

A sideways glance led him to look at a girl who was grabbing a few packs of cereal. She was wearing a 'Biosoc' hoodie (Trinity's medical society's merch) and oversized jeans that pooled over her Doc Martens. Typical fresher, Ryan grinned, thinking back to his first year self.

She was trying to decide between Cheerios and Coco Pops.

"I'd go for the Coco Pops." Ryan pointed at the bright yellow packaging, closing the fridge as he turned to face her. His eyes were still pressed upon her braided hair. "They'll stop you from wanting to kill yourself when you're cramming at 3am."

The girl froze, then slowly turned to face him, her eyes wide and startled. She hesitated, frowning slightly as she looked him up and down, clearly unsure whether to laugh or be concerned. "Is it really that bad?"

Ryan chuckled, though there was no humor in it. "Worse. They'll chew you up and spit you out. But hey, at least you'll look good doing it with your shiny stethoscope." He gestured lazily toward her hoodie, his gaze sharp and jaded.

The girl bit her lip, glancing back at the cereal shelf, then at Ryan. She put the Cheerios back, choosing the Coco Pops as if his off-hand comment had made the decision for her. "I guess I'll take your word for it."

Ryan raised an eyebrow. "You'll be wishing you hadn't soon enough."

Her hand froze on the cereal box, and for a moment, she seemed to waver. But then something shifted in her expression. "Maybe. But at least I'm doing something that matters."

That struck a chord. His sarcastic smile faltered for a split second, but he quickly masked it, letting out a soft laugh. "Yeah, keep telling yourself that. You'll need the delusion to get through first year. And second year. And basically the whole course."

The girl didn't respond immediately, her gaze flickering over his face as if trying to read him. "Why are you still here then? If it's so miserable."

Ryan felt his jaw clench. He wasn't in the mood for a heart-to-heart with a stranger in a dingy corner shop, but something in her tone got under his skin. "Because I don't quit," he said sharply, almost snapping. The tiredness was taking its toll. He instantly regretted how rude he sounded and looked to the side then back at her.

She held his gaze for a moment, something unreadable passing between them. Then she shrugged, breaking the tension. "Well, I guess I'll see you in the library at 3 a.m. then."

Ryan watched her turn and walk toward the counter, the cereal box tucked under her arm. He didn't reply, just stood there, feeling a strange mix of frustration and... something else.

With a sigh, he grabbed his Red Bulls and followed her to the register. As he paid, he caught her glancing back at him, almost as if she wanted to say something more. But she didn't. Instead, she gave him a slight nod, grabbed her change, and disappeared into the night.

Ryan stood there for a moment longer, the weight of everything settling back onto his shoulders.

He had an essay to finish. But all he could think about was her question.

Why are you still here?

-

Ryan made his way back to the library, the girl's question still circling his mind. It wasn't like he hadn't thought about quitting before. There were nights where he'd lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if this was really worth it. Whether the hours of sleep lost going through ankis and doing questions were worth it. But each time, a voice in his head pushed him forward. He had to finish. He had to prove himself.

The library was a graveryeard now, the once-bustling late-night crowd reduced to a few souls hunched over their laptops, murmurs blending into the hum of fluorescent lights. Outside, the rain whispered against the windows, soft but steady, like the ticking of a clock winding down. Twenty-four hour libraries were a god send. Especially for the frazzled med students who were in here at least once a week. Ryan would probably win the award for most all nighters done throughout first year. He was pulling them almost every day during exam season. He hated to admit it but he was one of those people who worried too much about the possibilities of failure. He'd already failed once with his band. He didn't want to fail all over again. Especially after working so hard to even get into univeristy. Ryan found a corner, tucked away from conversations, set his Red Bulls on the desk, and opened his laptop. The blank screen stared back at him, mocking his lack of progress.

Fifty words out of a thousand.

He cracked open the first can, but instead of typing, his mind wandered back to the girl. Biosoc hoodie, Coco Pops, and that slight challenge in her voice when she asked why he was still here. There was something different about her, something that lingered even after she'd left. He wasn't usually one to think about girls. He kept telling himself he didn't have time for friendships and that falling in love would be the worst thing to ever happen to him. So he kept to himself most of the time. His only close friend was Josh who was quite the party animal. He was living life on the edge, in full sense of the phrase. He worked hard but he also balanced this with his love for clubbing. Ryan lived in a flat with Josh, another guy called Callum and Josh's girlfriend, Laura, who didn't actually pay rent but was always there.

Ryan wasn't in any societies other than the medicine one. Josh had told him countless times that he should join in some kind of band or orchestra to give him a way to destress. Ryan had told him that the drum kit in his room was enough. Once he'd finished his work for the day, he would either go for a long run through the park with his headphones on, Joy Division humming through his ears or would crash his drumsticks against the electric drumset in the corner of his room. This was enough to calm him down. But he did miss the feeling of making music with other people. He missed Elijah and Bobby a lot. Elijah was still at home trying to figure out what to do with himself. Ryan would visit him every now and then in Blackrock. It wasn't like how it was two years ago. It was quite sad. Bobby was all over the place, taking a trip across the world. It was hard to speak to him. It was rare for him to answer a phone call as timezones always made things difficult.

Another hour dragged by with little progress. Ryan's head was pounding, and the caffeine wasn't helping. It was making him feel ill. He needed air. He grabbed his jacket, shoved his laptop inro his bag, and headed outside, hoping a walk would clear his mind.

The cold night hit him as soon as he stepped out of the library. Luckily the rain had stopped now. Dublin was quiet, only the occasional taxi passing by, but as he turned the corner toward the river, he spotted someone sitting on a bench near the water. Familiar figure. Oversized hoodie.

The girl from the corner shop.

For a moment, Ryan hesitated. He could keep walking, avoid any awkward conversation. But something pulled him toward her. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was the fact that she'd gotten under his skin in a way that didn't happen often.

He walked over, hands shoved in his pockets. She didn't notice him at first, her attention fixed on the water, the soft glow of the streetlights reflecting off the surface.

"Couldn't sleep either?" Ryan asked, his voice cutting through the night like a dull blade.

She jumped slightly, turning to look at him. A hint of recognition flickered across her face. "Oh, hey. Yeah, I guess not. Just needed a break." Her breath fogged in the cold air, disappearing as quickly as it came.

Ryan nodded, sitting down on the other end of the bench, leaving a comfortable distance between them. They sat in silence for a moment, both staring out at the river. He wasn't sure what to say, but the quiet wasn't uncomfortable. It was calming, in a way.

"So, did the Coco Pops help?" Ryan asked, breaking the silence with a smirk.

She chuckled softly. "Still haven't eaten them. I guess you were right about the workload. I've been drowning in lectures since I've started. I thought Freshers week was all about partying and not giving a shit but I know that if I go out I'll miss out on important things."

"Yeah, welcome to the nightmare," he sighed. "You should go out though. Me and my mate Josh did fuck all during the first week. I think we alternated between pub and club each night. It's an experience you'll never get before. But if you're not into that stuff, that's cool as well. There's loads of music venues and silent discos and costume parties if that interests you more. There's something for everyone really."

"Thanks." She smiles.

"I'm guessing you're not from around here?"

"I'm from Cork. I live in a little town on the coast called Schull. You've probably not heard of it."

"I don't think I have. Must be a big change being in such a big city."

"It is." She looks upset. "My flatmates are quite depressing as well. I'm not enjoying it much."

"In what way are they depressing?" Ryan is concerned.

"They just sit in their rooms and don't talk to anyone. Just your classic antisocial people. I don't think I know any of their names. I was sat on my own having dinner and just needed a breather. So I came out here to watch the river. It's beautiful. Reminds me of home."

"I'm sorry about that," Ryan wants to comfort her but he keeps to his side of the bench. "You know you can always ask to move flats. Or you could join some societies to make some more friends."

"It's okay. I think I'll leave it for now." She looks down at her shoes, watching how the light gleams off them. She turns to him, her expression softening. "You seem different to the other med students I've met."

Ryan raised an eyebrow. "Different how?"

"I don't know. Most of them are all intense. Like they've got everything figured out. But you... you seem more... real. A bit less robotic. More human"

Ryan couldn't help but laugh, though there was an edge of bitterness to it. "Real? I'm barely holding it together."

"Exactly," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "At least you admit it. Everyone else I've met in the years above look like they're on the tipping point but are desperately trying to hold it all in."

There was something disarming about the way she spoke, like she wasn't afraid to challenge him. Most people either ignored Ryan's cynicism or got uncomfortable around it. But she, she pushed back, in the softest way.

"So why medicine?" she asked suddenly, her eyes searching his.

Ryan leaned back, letting out a long breath. "Because I couldn't be a rock star, I guess," he said, half-joking. Her curious expression urged him to explain. "I was in a band in school. 'Inhaler'. Thought we were going to make it big. We didn't. So, medicine seemed like the next logical step, right?"

She tilted her head, intrigued. "Quite the career shift."

"Yeah, well. My parents were always pushing for it. Figured I'd give them something to be proud of."

"And are they?"

Ryan's throat tightened. He hadn't expected her to ask that, and for a second, he didn't know how to answer. "I think so. I mean, I haven't dropped out yet, so... that's something."

The girl smiled softly, but her eyes stayed on him, like she could see through the bravado. "You don't seem like someone who does things just to make others happy."

Ryan shrugged, looking away, out at the river again. "I don't know anymore. Maybe I am."

Silence fell between them again, but this time it felt heavier, like they were both teetering on the edge of something unspoken. The air between them felt charged, and Ryan found himself wanting to know more about her, wanting to pull her into whatever mess he was dealing with.

"What about you?" he asked. "Why medicine?"

Her lips parted slightly, as if she hadn't expected the question. "Honestly? I'm still figuring that out. I wanted to help people, I guess. I liked science a lot as a kid but also wanted to be able to speak to people. I didn't like the idea of being stuck in a lab for the rest of my life. But I don't know if that's enough anymore."

Ryan nodded, understanding more than he cared to admit. "Yeah. Sometimes it doesn't feel like it's enough."

For a moment, they just sat there, sharing the weight of their doubts, their unspoken fears.

Ryan shifted, turning to face her fully. "What's your name, by the way?"

She laughed, the sound soft and almost musical in the quiet night. "It's Emer."

"Ryan," he replied, holding out his hand.

She hesitated for a second, then took it. Her hand was warm, and for a moment, he didn't let go. Neither did she.

When she finally pulled away, Ryan could still feel the imprint of her touch, something electric lingering in the air between them. He cleared his throat, unsure of what to say next, but there was a spark in her eyes that made his heart beat just a little faster.

"What did you play in the band?" She found herself looking at his fingers, the silver rings pushed upon them.

"What do you think?" He tilted his head, giving her a challenge.

"I'm really bad at this. You said a rock band so let me guess... keys?"

"Close but drums."

"Ah. That makes sense actually." She could imagine him sat at the drumkit, sticks in hand and hair all over his face as the vibrations tap at the floorboards.

"You want to get out of here?" he asked, surprising himself with the offer. He still had that essay to deal with. He glanced at his watch, he had another 10 hours until it was due. Plus he had no tutorials or lectures on Monday, so he could just nap for the day. He also wanted to cheer her up. Show her that Dublin wasn't at all as dim and depressing as she thought it was.

Emer raised an eyebrow. "Where to?"

"Who knows. Wherever we can get in."

Ryan could see the spark of curiosity in Emer's eyes, which only encouraged him. "I mean, Dublin's full of spots that stay open late. I know a place with live music. Not many people know of it. It's usually clogged up with students from RIAM. They sometimes let you play if you ask nicely."

Emer perked up at the mention of music. "Live music? That sounds fun. Can you really just walk in and play?"

"Depends on your charm," he grinned, the cocky side of him flaring up. "I'm pretty persuasive when I want to be."

"Is that so?" She smiled back, and he felt that electric tension again. "Alright then, let's see if you can charm your way in. Lead the way."

Ryan stood up, shaking off the remnants of the library's stress. As they walked side by side, he couldn't help but glance at her. The way she moved with that casual confidence made him feel a little lighter, a little less like the burdened med student he'd been all week.

"Tell me about Schull." he asked as they crossed a street, the distant sounds of music drifting toward them.

Emer laughed, brushing a braid behind her ear. "Not much to tell, really. It's your average coastal town. Very scenic and calm. My Ma owns a café on the main street. I used to sit down to do my work and listen to all kinds of conversations. We'd get quite a few tourists actually, every now and then. This summer I worked as a barista just to help out but I think it's helped me to open up a lot more."

"That's actually really cool," Ryan admitted, intrigued. "A café sounds like a good gig. You must be great at dealing with people. That will help you a lot in this career."

"I like to pretend I am." She smiled. "I still don't think my skin is thick enough to be a doctor."

"Be a pathologist or a histologist then. You can avoid people all together."

"That's true." She nodded, although deep down she did like the idea of personally helping patients. "What do you see  yourself doing after uni?"

"Surgery, I think. I'm really interested in cardiology. So maybe cardio-thoracic surgery. But I think once we've done placements I'll start to make my mind up. Being a GP might give me more time to keep up with my music but I've always liked the idea of being a surgeon."

"I think you'd be an incredible surgeon. Most surgeons I've met are drained of any humanity. Let's hope you haven't lost it by the end of these five years."

"That's unlikely." Ryan admitted. The fifth year med students in Biosoc were complete bellends, especially the group who would do anything to become surgeons. He didn't want to become one of them. 

After reaching the end of the street, Ryan gestured towards an alleyway which was probably the darkest corner of Dublin Emer has ever encountered. 

"Ladiest first," Ryan said, stepping to the side so that she could pass through.

She peered through, anxious. "It smells. Of weed."

He laughed. "It's Dublin. What'd you expect?" He decided to walk through first to show her that it was not as terrifying as she thought. The look on her face told him she'd rather do anything that walk through there. "It's the last street until we get there, I promise."

"Alright." She followed through, hit by another lovely scent of urine and kept to the centre of the alleyway, worried about her clothes brushing the side and catching any piss. She stared at the back of his head as he made his way forwards. His dark blue jeans, his white button up shirt, his hair grown out at the back, curly strands falling from the bottom. She was surprised she had met someone so genuine in her first few days at uni. She thought she wouldn't make any friends and that she'd be stuck in her room for hours at a time, wishing that she actually tried to go out and get to know people. The big city made her nervous. She always resorted to thinking the worse. Especially because the streets and faces were no longer familiar.

"Here we are. The Harp and Clover." Ryan moved to the side so that Emer could have a look through the stone arches ending the alleyway. Green light escaped the pub through the almost-shattered windows and illuminated the cobbled pavement. Groups of teenagers were smoking outside and looked at Emer's hoodie with a frown. They were all dressed in dark clothes, with countless piercings and colourful makeup. Emer felt a bit out of place.

"Wow it's... not what I expected. But cool." Emer smiled. She continued looking at the decor. The words 'Harp and Clover' were placed at the top in dark green and orange. Very patriotic. A harp symbol and clover aligned just underneath.

Ryan read her expression. She didn't look very impressed. He knew how to change her mind.

They entered the pub, glares still shooting at them. The teens inside all had pints of guiness and there was a band on the stage, playing some kind of alternative-rock. Emer could imagine Ryan on the stage, playing the drums and smiling as the crowd jumped to the beat. She was interested in hearing him play or maybe even hearing the songs he made with his band back in the day. She didn't want to force him into anything  and decided to keep silent, instead taking in the music and the atmosphere. She pulled off her hoodie and placed it down on a bar stool, leaving her in a black tank top that made her seem at least a little bit more suited for the ocassion. The glares seemed to cease once they noticed Ryan with her. 

"Josh! Hey, didn't think I'd see you here." Ryan's attention drifted to a tall guy in the distance with braids who was speaking to a group of people.

The guy turned around and ran towards Ryan, careful not to drop his Guiness in the process. "Ryan, mate. What on earth are you doing here? I thought you hated this place. And who's this?" He had a drunken slur to his voice, dark brown eyes and a leather jacket upon his shoulders. 

"This is Emer," Ryan introduced his new friend. "Emer, Josh."

"Another med student I'm guessing?" Josh was quick to catch on, quickly shaking her hand.

"How did you know?" She questioned, surprised that he was also a med student.

"Dead behind the eyes." He joked.

"Rude,"��she shot back, a playful smirk creeping onto her lips.

"Josh used to be in the band with me. He was the lead guitarist," Ryan interjected, shooting Josh a knowing look, who was now winking with unabashed enthusiasm, probably astonished that Ryan was actually talking to a girl—a rare moment indeed.

"You guys should play together. For old times' sake," Emer suggested, nodding toward the stage, where two saxophonists swayed, and an older woman belted out a sultry jazz tune that filled the room with rich, smooth notes.

"I think I'll need a drink first." He hoisted himself onto the barstool, and Emer couldn't help but notice how he seemed to shrink next to the towering Josh. She had never really registered how short he was until now, and it made her want to smile. "D'you want anything, Emer?" Ryan caught her attention by tapping her shoulder. His fingers were cold against her skin. She jolted before turning sharply to meet his intense gaze.

"I'll have whatever you're having. Surprise me." She hoisted herself up beside him, spinning the bar chair around like a child. 

She watched carefully as Ryan spoke to the bartender, his accent deep and rough, a classic posh Dubliner. She wondered where he grew up, where he went to school, who his friends were, what he ate for breakfast, the songs that kept him up at night. Too many questions were rolling through her mind like tumbleweeds. 

He sat there in silence, his fingers picking at the wood falling off of the bar, absentmindedly thinking about his to do list that was pretty much infinite. He needed to finish that essay. Soon. He glanced at his watch. 8 hours. It was 12am and the essay was due at 8 in the morning. He'd be fine. Surely.

Emer chose a question out of the millions crashing through her head. "So, what's your favourite band?"

He stopped picking at the wood and turned to face her with a smirk. Her head was pressed into her hand. Her eyes darting across his features - each line of his face, every curl of his dark eyelashes drawing her in. She noted the bracelets adorning his wrists and the tattoos that peeked from beneath his rolled sleeves, stories etched into his skin.

"I could go on forever." He placed two fingers upon his chin, thinking. "I've been listening to a lot of Monkeys and Fontaines at the moment. Gets me through my revision. But I think Bowie is up there for me. Such an inspiration. I went as him for Halloween last year, actually."

"You've got to show me a picture," she insisted, mouth wide open. 

He reach for his phone and placed it down on the bar. Scrolling through his camera roll - which contained an absurd number of anatomy notes - and reached a chaotic collection of drunken party photos. He stopped on a polaroid of a group of lads who were all posing in a variety of costumes, Ryan in the middle with a bright orange wig and eyepatch. He zoomed in on each person and told Emer their names. Bobby through to Louis. 'Inhaler'. But then, something shifted, a shadow crossing his face as he powered off the phone, his gaze drifting away, fingers scratching at his ear.

He started picking at the wood again. Emer put her hand on his, trying to comfort him. "I bet you guys were incredible. But you can't keep thinking that you failed, Ryan. You're doing so well and you're working so hard. Even if this isn't exactly how you imagined your life would work out, you're not in a bad place at all, you've got an amazing future waiting for you."

His hand froze in place beneath hers, the warmth of her touch contrasting with the chill of his uncertainty. His eyes still glued to the wood.

"Two pints for Ryan." The barman slid over the drinks, landing perfectly in front of the pair.

Ryan glanced up at Emer, the tension easing ever so slightly. "Thank you," he murmured, giving her hand a quick squeeze before taking a hearty swig of the Guinness, the dark liquid disappearing as if it were water.

"This is going to sound so embarassing and un-Irish of me..." She put her hand around the pint glass, fingerprints marking the surface. 

"You've never had a Guiness,  have you?" He already knew by the terror that swam across her face. "It's better than you think. Has a unique taste to it."

Emer lifted the pint glass to her lips, hesitating for a brief second as the dark liquid shimmered under the pub's dim lighting. She could feel the cool glass press against her lower lip before tilting it just enough for the Guinness to meet her mouth. The first sip was slow, tentative. Her eyes widened slightly as the bitter foam touched her tongue, the creamy head giving way to the rich, almost velvety texture of the stout. It was heavier than she expected, its bold taste unfolding in layers—first malty, then an unexpected bitterness. She pulled the glass away and swallowed, the aftertaste lingering. Her brow furrowed slightly, but there was a curiosity in her expression, like she wasn't sure if she liked it yet—but wanted another sip just to be sure.

"What do you think?" He had been watching as her expression shifted but found it hard guage what was going on in that brain of hers.

"It's something." She laughed, this time she took a big swig of it. She wanted to clear her mind. "I think I like it. I don't know."

"That's how I felt when I had my first one." He had a quizzical look in his eyes. "So, what about you, what's your favourite band?"

"Wunderhorse. Without a doubt." 

"Really? Didn't think they'd be your style."

"Well, I also love Phoebe Bridgers and Lizzy Mcalpine. My taste is all over the place really."

"So is mine."

Ryan took another swig of his Guinness, the frothy head nearly spilling over the rim, but he didn't care. The warmth of the drink spread through him, loosening the knots of anxiety that had been tightening in his chest since he'd stepped into the pub. He looked over at Emer, who was now nursing her pint, the corners of her mouth curling into a smile as she talked about the bands she loved.

"What's your favorite song by Wunderhorse?" he asked, genuinely curious, leaning in closer, the hum of the crowd fading into a background buzz.

"Probably 'Morphine'. It's just so hauntingly beautiful. What about you?"

He nodded. "I'm going to be really boring and say 'Leader of the pack'."

"No honestly that's a classic. That's the first song I heard when I started listening to them and just fell in love. I'd be happy to send you a playlist with their best songs if you're interested."

"Sure." He passed her his phone. "Type in your spotify, I'll stalk it later."

She typed in her username into the searchbar and followed herself on his account, feeling a bit nervous about whatever stalking her account meant. He semed like quite the cultured musician. Some of her playlists were slightly embarassing to say the least.

"Ryan, come here, lad!" Josh shouted from the distance. The Jazz music had stopped and students were trying to get on stage, begging the owner if they could have a go.

Josh came over and dragged Ryan away. "Just going to steal him for a few minutes, sweetheart. We need a drummer."

Ryan clambered onto the stage with his friend. There was a girl up there with a bass guitar, a guy holding the microphone with a guitar over his frame and another girl on the keys. Ryan was passed some drumsticks, quite worried about what was to ensue. He didn't look like he'd played infront of a crowd in a while. 

Emer walked towards the stage and stopped by the wall, leaning her shoulder against the cold wood, watching as the musicians tuned their instruments. She used to play the clarinet back in the day, in the high school orchestra. She loved being part of the music and closing her eyes as it washed over her. But her studies prevented her from carrying on with that dream. In a way, she was similar to Ryan. But his passion for music was definitely at a whole other level. As he crashed the drumsticks together and the first note thrummed from Josh's guitar, Emer closed her eyes like she was in orchestra again, feeling the music through every bone in her body. All 206. 

[darlingdesire]

X-Ray

(Elijah Hewson x female!Reader)

Warnings: none

Genre: very very fluffy it might make you sick

Word Count: 1k

Des Talks!!: ok I loved writing this one so much AHHH!! simple little drabble imagine things are always my favourites to write. Anyways, requests are open—I write for bobby and Eli!! 💗

The day that you had left you feeling tired—but a good kind of tired. The kind of tired where you curl up in bed at the end of the day, all freshly showered and clean, and finally replay the moments in your head over and over before sleep finally captures you.

Summer had been treating you well so far.

Inhaler was on a short break before they headed on their Australian leg of the tour, and you and Eli had decided to take this opportunity to your advantage and go to the Maldives for a week.

Sure, you followed Elijah on tour when you could and got to see parts of the world, but you never stayed in these places long enough to actually take the time to enjoy it. And plus, you were never really alone like the two of you were now.

It was summer heaven. Pure bliss.

The two of you booked out a small, private villa. You didn't need to stay anywhere big since it was just the two of you. Your villa was secluded away from other guests and even had its own little pool that overlooked the pretty, blue ocean.

You had arrived yesterday morning, settled in and went out for dinner at a local restaurant—very romantic. And the two of you slept in this morning, you had woken up at your own time with your legs tangled together and a full head of dark, curly hair resting on your chest; soft, gentle breaths against the skin of your neck as Eli slept soundly. You were wrapped up in your own bubble of bliss.

You spent the rest of the day exploring the local area, looking at markets and buying random little things that would remind you of your time with Eli in the Maldives. And there was a pretty little bracelet dangled on your wrist, gifen to you by Elijah to prove it.

You were sprawled out on the large lounge chair, a lounge chair that was big enough to fit you and Elijah. He, of course, decided to ignore the space which was more than happy to fit him, and decided to lay on top of you—a position much like the position you guys were in when you woke up this morning.

You were holding your book up with one hand, reading it contently. Elijah, on the other hand, was close to falling asleep—actually, you had no clue if he was even awake or sleep as you gently played with his curls. His face was in your neck, his body curled into yours as you basked in the setting sun. It was a gorgeous sight, the horizon was painted in gorgeous hues of pink, purple, and dark blue. The night sky was beginning to evolve right in front of your eyes. You felt so lucky.

"Mm,"

Eli sleepily groaned as he cuddled up tighter against you, his face burying itself into the curve of your neck. His arms wrapped around you, arms around your waist, hands gripping the skin of your waist loosely.

He inhaled deeply, taking in the smell of you as he pulled you in closer and nuzzled his face lazily into your skin. He was warm. Very warm, he always was. Warmth and safety.

You smiled softly at him, taking your hand out of his hair and instead rested it mindlessly against his shoulder; holding him closer to you as you assumed he had fallen asleep.

"Don't stop playin' with me hair," Elijah murmured softly, proving your assumptions wrong.

"Bossy," You murmured back lazily, a gentle smile pulling your lips up as you complied with his demands; putting your fingers back into his hair to resume playing with the dark curls.

"Notin' wrong with being bossy now 'n then," Eli muttered back, his words muffled against the skin of your neck.

He pressed his lips softly against your neck, his lips moving upwards until they found their way to the sensitive area right below your ear. He pressed a few soft kisses against the skin, feeling the way your skin would erupt into little bumps whenever his lips landed on a certain, favorite spot of his.

You shivered under his touch, feeling the sweet kisses mark your neck; soft electricity sparked brightly under your skin where his lips touched. His hand in your waist was moving lazily, gripping ever so slightly as he caressed your smooth skin.

"This is perfect," You muttered out into the warm, summer air; speaking your thoughts out loud.

"Mm, it is," Eli echoed in agreement, his breath warm against your skin. "I could get used to this, you know. Bein' on holiday with you. It's heaven,"

He wanted to get insanely close to you—he didn't know how to explain it, but no matter how close he was to you; fully wrapped up in you with your bodies pressed together and faces in each others necks, he thought about how much space was still between the two of you. He would chain himself to your soul if he could—and even then, that still wouldn't be enough for him.

It drove him mad.

He was at his most when he was with you. He adored moments like this where he could just lay with you, no phones and no distractions. He treasured this. He couldn't let time slip away from him—he would be killing himself if he let moments like this slip away and not take a moment away from everything to embrace this time with you. He would grow old with you like this, just completely and utterly wrapped in each other's souls.

He pressed one final soft kiss against the skin of your neck before pulling himself up, just enough so his chin was resting on the top of your chest. He peered up at you with sleepy eyes; a small smile on his face as he studied your features, his thumb gently stroking the skin of your side idly.

And then you smiled up at him.

He didn't know if Heaven existed or not, but if it did then it definitely felt like this. And if it did exist, he knew he would be transported back to this time with you. The two of you would be like this forever.

[sullenshrugs]

til the dawning

→ sum: late night guitar sessions and cuddles on the couch

→ contains: fluff, teasing, nothing crazy

→ length: 0.8k

a/n: sorry i haven't uploaded in forever but here's a request i got. btw i do take request so if you have any feel free to ask! remember to like and reblog if you enjoyed! <3

if dating a musician has taught you anything, it's that when they're working on a song, a few more minutes is never just "a few more minutes." in reality, a few more minutes will stretch into a minimum of two hours.

"eli, you've been going at this for a while now. can't you call it a day and just lay down with me"

"i'm almost done. i'll be there with you in a bit" he says, his eyes still fixed on the frets of his guitar as you slowly make your way to your shared bedroom.

even hours later, you can still hear the soft strumming of the guitar filling the halls, its gentle melodies lingering in the quiet of the late evening.

you pad over to the living room, silently watching eli sitting on the couch, his fingers dancing gracefully over the strings, lost in the music.

you move over to stand behind him, your hands placed on the tops of his shoulder as you rub at the knots that have formed. "love, it's getting really late. can we go to bed now?" you plead with a tired whisper.

he pauses, tearing his eyes away from the instrument to gaze up at you with a loving smile. "just a few more minutes, darling. i'm almost done," resuming his strum on the guitar.

"you know, that's what you said hours ago yet you're still here," you pout as his focus remains on the guitar.

eli chuckles softly and takes one of your hands from his shoulder, bringing it to his lips to place a gentle kiss upon it. "i swear, love, i actually mean it this time." he replies, his warm breath brushing against the soft skin of your knuckles.

you sigh and sit down beside him on the couch. "alright, but it better be just a few more minutes." you tease as he smirks back at you.

but as you predicted, those "few minutes" turned into a half-hour. you couldn't help but get pulled into the music, humming along every so often and tapping your fingers to the rhythm .

eli leans forward, his stare fixed on the notepad, a series of words and doodles decorating the page in a messy art. he taps the butt of the pencil against the coffee table, muttering lyrics to him,

"burning a hole, right down in my chest. like the morning, just slide out the window...." he hums the tune and purses his lips.

"til the dawning?" you suggest. he turns to face you, the pencil pressed to his lips as he thinks for a moment. a smile spreads across his lips, and he scribbles the words down on the notepad.

"when did you learn how to write a song?" he taunts lovingly, eyes crinkled. you shrug your shoulders and lean back, "what can i say? something about drowsiness gets the creative juices flowing." "i should keep you up more often then?" he laughs at your mocking glare before going back to working on the song. 

he was getting close to the end of the song, the melody finally taking shape. you tried your best to fight off the sleepiness, feeling your eyelids growing heavy as the song progressed, and before you even knew it, the soft tune from the guitar had lulled you to sleep.

when he'd finally decided he was done for the night, eli turned to find you fast asleep, head resting on the armrest of the couch. he couldn't help but chuckle softly at the sight of you completely passed out, hair sprawled out and mouth slightly agape.

he gently set the guitar aside and draped a cozy blanket over you, tucking you in with care. he maneuvered the two of you around on the couch, snuggling up beside you, placing your head on his chest.

he brushed your hair out of your face and planted a soft kiss to your temple then whispered, "good night my love" before falling asleep with you wrapped in his arms.

the morning light pouring through the window hits your eyes, the glow of dawn filtered through the drapes. you groan at the ache in your back from a night on the couch as you become aware of a comforting presence beside you.

eli is nestled against you, his arms wrapped protectively around your body, and the two of you swaddle by a blanket.

you smile at the sight, feeling his gentle breath against your cheek and his heartbeat beneath your ear. you brush your thumb along his cheekbone, and trail your pointer down the bridge of his nose.

as you shift slightly, eli stirs, his eyes fluttering open. he gazes down at you with a soft, affectionate expression. "good morning, my love," he whispers, his morning voice filled with warmth.

“late night?” you hum

“you know it”

[kate-the1975]

While I still love this account and will be posting more soon (hopefully, college is just killing me rn) I am going to make another account to write for another fandom that I’ve been apart of a lot longer than the ‘75 fandom!!!

Since I started this account I wanted to focus on writing for the 1975 and Inhaler but I just felt like the inhaler crowd wasn’t really here, so I’m going to do all that over on another blog!!!!

The account is @kate-inthedarkness ,so please check it out of you love Inhaler (specifically Elijah Hewson 😝) or you’re just looking for something new to read!!!

Love you all xxxx

[clarkeytv]

SILLY LITTLE CRUSH !

elijah hewson x singer!reader

summary → you have a small crush on elijah and are unsure if he feels the same. after the last show of the tour he makes you tag along as the band goes to a pub, which leads to him revealing his feelings.

warnings → already established flirting? mentions of alcohol and a steamy kiss. nothing crazy <3

word count → 0.5k

authors note → let me know if you like this and if you want me to do a pt2 cause i might do one … also this is insanely short bc this is my first time writing on tumblr 😔 also ignore any grammar mistakes..

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yourusername thank you to everyone who has supported me and i wanna give a special thank to inhalerdublin for letting me tag along on their NA tour!!

gonna miss this 💗, xoxo yn !

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→ yourusername going to miss u the most

→ ynlover exactly what does this mean….

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The November air was chilly as you walked out of the hot venue. This was the last time you’d be going on tour with Inhaler and the last time you’d share heartfelt stares with Elijah — well at least you thought they were heartfelt.

The loud voices and laughter filled the air as the boys walked out the venue, carrying shirts, bags, and cowboy hats.

Elijah locked eyes with you, “ Y/N, it was lovely having you.”

Your body stiffens at the slight compliment.

“Thank you.” You chuckle.

Josh grabs Elijah’s stuff and takes it onto the tour bus leaving you and Elijah alone.

“Uh, the lads and I are going to a local pub do you want to maybe tag a long?” He asks you, as he steps closer to you.

“Are you sure?”

Elijah nods his head at your question. He pulls you closer and places his arm around your shoulder as you follow him onto the tour bus.

Your stomach was jumping up and down and you were sure he could feel your heart pounding out of your chest as you tried to keep calm.

𝄞

You smiled as the boys chatted. Never in your life did you think you’d be sitting at a pub at twelve in the morning with a band that you just went on tour with. Not only that but one of the members were staring into your eyes.

“Hey, I’m gonna go to the bar.” You speak over the loud music.

“Me too.” Elijah added as he followed you like a puppy following its owner.

As you ordered Elijah spoke into your ear. “I meant it when I said we’re gonna miss you, me especially.”

Your cheeks instantly turn red as your stomach fills with butterflies. And you’re sure he notices because now he’s tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Wanna take a step outside?” He asks you.

You nod as you take your drink and he takes you to the back part of the pub where there’s nothing but graffiti on the walls and a singular streetlight that lets out a warm light.

As you look at all the graffiti on the walls he gently grabs your chin to turn your head to face him. All the feelings in your body go numb as the music that’s already been drowned out by the walls gets even more drowned out by the fast beating of your heart.

You wrap your arms around his shoulder unsure of what to do with your body because nothing like this has ever happened before.

“Can I kiss you?” Elijah ask’s whispering into your ear.

You nod your head in very fast motion which makes a large smile appear on Elijah’s face and causes him to laugh.

He slowly leans in as his breathing quickens. You place your lips on his as he slowly kisses you back feeling the eagerness in his kiss.

“You don’t know how long i’ve wanted to kiss you.” He speaks while kissing you. His hands trail down your back as he squeezes your waist.

“I can say the same.” You try to say but the feeling of his kisses trailing down your neck makes it hard to speak.

You hope this moment never ends.

© clarkeytv , please don’t steal and if you take inspiration please credit me ! thank you <3

[cl16clerc]

Secrets we’re taking to the grave - Robert Keating

Summary: You’re friends with the band, all but Bobby. He hates you, you hate him. It’s a known fact. One day at a party, Bobby takes it too far, leaving him to face the consequences and confront his true feelings.

Warnings: make out session, swearing, ANGST (arguing) but fluff at the end, mean rob

P.S. I loved @kate-inthedarkness ‘I Want You’ fic so much I made something kind of similar?? GO CHECK THAT OUT ITS A GREAT FIC!💗

“Don’t get me wrong.” Ryan’s words were muffled by the food in his mouth. “He’s a great guy but he’s just not… you know…”

You can’t help but chuckle at Ryan’s crappy attempt at advice. “He’s just not what?” You taunted.

“He’s not Bobby.” His words earned a kick to the shin.

You and Ryan were sat across each other at the kitchen table in his hotel room. Ryan was your best friend since you’d stumbled into the band’s lives. You really clicked with them. Everyone but Bobby.

“I don’t want Bobby. He’s a prat.” You rolled your eyes. “All he ever does is get on my nerves.”

“Not in the way I see it. I see built up tension but you diffuse it by being pricks to each other.” Ryan looked you dead in the eyes.

No.

“No.” You said plainly.

There was a pause. Ryan could see through your own thoughts into whatever doubt you had in your statement. “Sure.”

You were about to interject but there was a knock at the door. Ryan raised his eyebrows before getting up to check. You heard some mumbles and then the person came in. Your head whipped round.

Bobby.

“What’s she doing here?” His voice was cold.

“I’m-“ You went to make a snarky comment but Ryan cut you off.

“We were just talking about Toxic by Britney Spears.” Ryan smiled.

“No-“

“Don’t ruin my favourite song.” Bobby grunted.

You wanted to kick Ryan again.

“I wasn’t-“

“Don’t be mean!” Ryan cut you off again. “Look see, you have something in common.”

“No.” You and Bobby said in unison.

That was it. Just the sound of his voice was enough to drive you out of Ryan’s flat. You got up and grabbed your coat.

“I just remembered I had something to do.” You said bluntly.

“Do what? Don’t tell me you have plans, that’ll make me laugh.” Bobby taunted.

Ryan gave him a harsh nudge. “Shut it.”

You didn’t say another word, stepping out into the apartment complex. This was your reality, stuck in an endless loop of not being able to stay in the same room as Bobby. It sucked, you enjoyed everyone else’s company, but Bobby? He made your skin crawl. You’d rather sit through Dune on a constant loop than have to listen to his nagging. He felt no different. Every time he saw you it was comment after comment.

You found yourself subconsciously kicking stones as you wandered through the streets of Dublin. The night had just began to coat the skies in a purple haze. The stillness of it all made you forget about Bobby for a moment, but not long enough. Nothing could ever rid of the feeling of him.

——

A few weeks later, you found yourself at a party with the band and some friends from the industry. You were wearing a simple dark green dress but it looked effortlessly pretty on you. Elijah greeted you with a smile.

“Hey.” He beamed, pulling you in for a hug. “You look great!”

You smiled. “Thanks! So do you!”

Elijah was wearing a suit but he dressed it down so it still looked cool. You always loved his style.

“Just keep me away from Bobby. I want to feel good tonight.” You huffed.

“You’ll have to deal with him at some point, love. He’s pretty hard to avoid.” Elijah’s words were quickly manifested as Bobby trudged over.

To your relief, Josh and Ryan were there too. They all let out ‘ooo’s, admiring how you looked. It was friendly but it made you blush, nonetheless. You felt good in your dress and in yourself. No dirty look from Bobby could knock your confidence tonight.

A few drinks down and you’d started to ease a little. You were chatting with the guys about their upcoming tour, potential new music and even the pizza that you were going to get after tonight’s party. Bobby, unsurprisingly, wasn’t trying to mask his resentment. It was plain to everyone that he didn’t want to speak to you. He dodged answering anything you asked. He didn’t react to your jokes or comments. Nothing. It was getting beyond annoying.

“Where’d you get the dress from?” Ryan asked, trying to keep the conversation light.

“Oh um, it’s vintage. I just saw it one day and really liked it.” You chuckled.

The guys all nodded in amusement, well, all but Bobby. Your comment somehow annoyed him more. You tried your best to avoid his looks and glares.

“Do you always have to dress up so extra?” The alcohol had made Bobby suddenly very blunt and rude.

“Excuse me?” You raised your eyebrows.

The rest of the guys looked at each other in shock.

“I mean, it’s a bit much for this party. It’s not a gala.” Bobby rolled his eyes.

“I liked this dress.” You frowned.

You hated the fact that his comment stung. You didn’t expect anyone to be so bothered by a dress.

“It looks nice, Bob. Shut up.” Josh said whilst the others nodded in agreement.

“It just wouldn’t kill you to stop showing off for once? And a thrifted dress? Come off it. You’re not special.” Bobby scoffed.

You weren’t sure what to do. You were too stunned and embarrassed to act immediately. You felt your stomach drop, like a heavy weight in your chest. Normally, you’d be fine with anything Bobby threw your way but tonight felt different. This was an attack on something you wanted to feel good about. It just- stung.

“Don’t be a prick.” Elijah snatched the bottle in Bobby’s hands, probably trying to stop anything else that Bobby would say.

Your lack of response made the air uncomfortable. The rest of the guys had cursed Bobby, it was an uncalled for comment. That still wasn’t enough for you. It wasn’t enough to shake the awful feeling it gave you. Don’t rise to it, said the voice in your head. So you left.

With a quick turn, you walked away. It was embarrassing in all honesty. Thinking about it, there were other ways to handle it. But you knew your fights with Bobby. It would’ve been heated and messy and tonight you couldn’t deal with it. You managed to find a room down the hallway that wasn’t occupied. You burst through the doors, taking a deep breath and trying to contain yourself.

The room was dimly lit with a desk and large leather chairs. It must’ve been an office of some sort. You tried to take your mind off what had just happened. You needed to go back out and face Bobby, face it all but god you just needed a minute. A minute to try and figure out why on earth this was bothering you so much. You noticed a mirror on the wall and your gaze flickered to yourself.

In the corner of the mirror, you saw the door opening. You whipped your head round to see Bobby, his irritating face a little bit softer now.

“I’m not in the mood.” You said firmly. “I’m really not.”

Bobby raised his hands in defeat. “I’m not coming to make any more comments.”

You relaxed your shoulders slightly, letting out a sigh.

“You were so mean.” You said plainly.

“I know.” He nodded.

“You insulted my dress.” Your words were filled with hurt.

Bobby was stepping closer. Why was your heart beating so fast?

“I know.” He repeated.

“You made me feel ugly.” You choked out.

“No. Don’t say that.” Bobby’s tone had shifted.

You looked at him with a puzzled look.

“You’re not ugly. You’re so far from it. You’re-“ Bobby struggled. “You’re beautiful. God I hate that you are, but you’re the most beautiful person here tonight.”

You felt your breath get caught in your throat. Seeing Bobby so vulnerable was out of the blue but… you didn’t mind it? In fact, it helped answer the question as to why you were so hurt.

“It hurt most coming from you.” You whispered.

“I didn’t mean it. I’m so sorry, I took it too far.” Bobby stepped closer.

You didn’t back away. You physically couldn’t.

“Everyone thought you were beautiful.” He continued. “It just clicked something inside of me. I think I’m jealous.”

What?

“Of the dress?” You joked, trying to contain the shock in your voice.

“Shut up.” Bobby’s voice was low but he couldn’t help but smile.

What now? The voice of reason was far gone. It felt like an empty confession, spilling his deepest thoughts but no consequences, no change. It was hard to move past the hatred you both had for each other but it was harder to ignore the feelings there. So now it was your turn.

“It hurt the most hearing you say it because I didn’t want it to be true. I didn’t dress up for you but you know, I wanted you to like the way I looked.” The words came out before you could stop them. This must’ve been how Bobby felt.

“Why me?” He looked into your eyes suddenly.

“Don’t be an idiot.” You shook your head, the hurt still there.

“I like the way you look. I didn’t mean anything I said, I promise.” Bobby stepped closer. “I could never actually feel that way about you.”

So many thoughts were swirling in your mind. Bobby’s confession was screaming at your brain. You were beyond shocked, unsure what to say. When words fail, actions are all that’s there.

“Please- I’m so-“ Bobby started but you cut him off.

Your lips on his lips. He melted into the kiss, his own mind going at 100mph. Bobby’s hands were on your waist as he pulled you as close as physically possible. Your hands were on both sides of his face, trying to do the same. It was right, this felt so right. All the hurt and anger seemed to dissipate. You couldn’t hate Bobby. Not right now, that was impossible. With chest pressed against him you could’ve sworn your bodies merged.

You pulled away, slightly breathless. There was a doubt in your eyes but Bobby shook his head.

“Don’t do this to me. Don’t make me spill it all for nothing.” His walls were threatening to bild up again.

“I won’t. I want you, more than anyone or anything.” You admitted.

Bobby stared at you, a slight look of disbelief. He must’ve not expected that. He struggled to muster up a good response.

“I want you too.” Bobby whispered.

It was all he could manage but it was enough. Your lips were on each other’s again, indulging in the feeling. Bobby backed you into the desk making you gasp. The hunger and passion was there. It felt alive, it felt right.

About half an hour later, you both emerged from the office room. Your cheeks were flushed and your hair slightly messing from all the kissing that had been done. The rest of the band spotted you two immediately. They all cracked huge grins, feeling pleased to see the sight.

“I take it you two made up.” Ryan smirked. “I told you so! I told you so hard!”

Bobby nudged him and everyone broke out into laughter. You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t help but smile.

The rest of the night was spent with Bobby’s arm around you. It was like he was scared to let you go. Stolen kisses, whispers and giggles. It was like you two were teenagers in love.

[sirenlulls]

feels like ➞ e. hewson

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

fic type — social media au

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

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

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evehewson beautiful beautiful girl 🫶

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

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

bobbyskeetz they were lovely leaves

yourusername getting the snow angel practice in early x

ynhq getting our bows ready!!

elijahhewson you betrayed me with that picture 💔

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

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

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[orangeinecstasy]

would love to see a bobby fic!! maybe a friends to lovers? adore that trope , and maybe it’s like a party and one of them gets jealous?? then it leads to them arguing and confessing 🤭 ( maybe a bit of 😏😏 near the end? up to you!! ) love ur work btw!!

an: omg friends to lovers is one of my favorite tropes ever! AND WITH BOBBY UGH!!!! it's so perfect for him. thanks so much for your suggestion and hope you enjoy!

halloween party ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟrobbery keating

paring: robert x fem!oc

summary: at Kat's halloween birthday bash, robert has to decipher whether his feelings for kat are purely platonic or maybe something more.

wc: 950

*reblogs, notes, and feedback are greatly appreciated!!

The music in the house was so loud. Too loud if I was being honest with myself. It bombarded my mind as I was dragged through the dimly lit living room by my friend Niya. She decided that this year I should live a little and somehow convinced me to throw a party for my birthday. However, my birthday happened to be Halloween, so I was in a mini skirt and corset vaguely resembling Marie Antoinette. At least that’s why Niya said when she gave me the outfit and told me to start getting ready earlier that night. 

“I have a surprise!” She said, her smile looking too close to a smirk for my liking. “Please don’t tell me it’s something crazy like a dude with a monkey..” I could feel the knots in my stomach grow tighter. Something about this night felt so different from all my other birthdays. 

“Surprise!!!!” Niya yelled as she pushed me in front of her, squeezing my shoulders gently. That’s when I saw him. His hair was all messy, and where the fuck was his shirt? “Happy Birthday, Kat,” Robert said with a smile as he started to light the candles on the cake I didn’t even notice he was holding. “Make a wish.” 

Just knowing his blue eyes were on me made my body ache in the most primal way. My eyes glanced down at the lit candles before back at his, closing my eyes for a moment before thinking of a wish and blowing them out. Everyone cheered, my lips curling up in a smile as Robert set the cake down on the table, pulling me into a tight hug. 

He smelled like smoke and leather, and his skin was so warm. And my god, his hands, they were so big and warm and gripping my waist so tightly. “What’d you wish for?” he whispered in my ear, breath hot on my neck. “If I tell you, it won’t come true,” I gave him a tight squeeze, my hands lingering on his forearms as I pulled away from him. The party quickly returned to its noisy-colorfully lit atmosphere. 

“I thought you couldn’t make it tonight?” 

“I couldn’t miss my girl’s birthday,” His eyes moved down my body slowly. He wasn’t even trying to hide it. “Princess?” 

“Marie Antoinette, actually. Sid Vicious?” I cocked my eyebrow, reaching up to gently tug on the chain around his neck. “Ding ding ding!” 

“It suits you.” 

“Kat, come on, I need to introduce you to someone,” Niya said, grabbing my arm. “I’ll see you later. Have fun!” I smiled, giving Robert a wave before being pulled back into the crowd of people by Niya. 

The night continued on, my mind fogged with one too many vodka cranberries. Time felt like an illusion as my body moved on the dance floor. I didn’t know whose hands were roaming my body, and I didn’t care. I just wanted to feel skin. To feel warmth. 

“Fuck, I’m dizzy,” I mumbled, pulling away from my faceless partner and wandering outside onto the patio. The cool air sent shivers down my spine as the sound of passing cars on the street below mixed with the muffled music. “Kat?” I turned to face with Rob once again. 

“Bobby!” the drunk flush on my cheeks grew darker. Even in the dim lighting, I could see his jaw clench. “I’m really sorry I got pulled away from you earlier.” 

He shrugged, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. “It’s whatever,” he placed one between his lips, taking a long drag from it. 

“Bobby, I can tell you’re upset.” I stepped closer to him, arms slipping around his neck. “Come on, tell me what’s wrong.” 

He didn’t budget. Instead, his hands moved down, pulling my grip away from him. “It’s nothing.” 

“You don’t have to be such an asshole, Jesus,” I huff, arms wrapping around my body to provide some warmth. 

“Me, the asshole? What the fuck ever.” He shook his head, taking another long drag off his cigarette. “I went out of my way to come to your birthday party because I care about you and you're fucking people on the dance floor.” 

I scoffed, shocked by the sudden change in his behavior. What happened to my sweet Rob? The guy who was always there and ready to do something stupid or to make me feel better when I was crying over God knows what. 

“Robert, what the fuck is your problem? It’s my party. I’m allowed to have fun.” 

“Oh yeah, I forgot the princess gets everything she wants.” he was becoming even more defensive than before. 

“Fuck you! Why do you even care?”

“Because I’m in love with you, Kat. Are you thank fucking thick in the head?” 

My chest tightened, his words echoing in my head for a moment. “You what?” My heart was beating so fast I thought it would fall out of my chest. “I’m in love with you,” his voice got quieter as the words fell from his lips. 

“Robert I,” my chest was too tight. It’s like the universe was telling me not to confess. “I love you too,” My arms wrapped around him, tugging his body closer to me as our lips crashed into a kiss. I could feel his hands on my body, the warm, familiar skin radiating through the costume’s fabric, only making me ache more for him. 

We broke away, breath heavy as his forehead rested on mine. “Your lipstick’s all smudged,” He said with a soft chuckle, thumb swiping over the corner of my mouth to try and clean it up. 

“Why don’t you smudge it some more, hmm?” 

“I think I can do that,” He said, clearing the air between our mouths once again. 

an: i hope you guys enjoyed! i really wanted to get this out there for all my inhaler readers, so sorry if it seems a bit rushed. there will definitely be a part two.

[msmoony7]

need my inhaler fics to get the same amount of likes as my marauders ones😩😩

[orangeinecstasy]

OH MY GOD SOOOO GOOD!!!!!!

a mastermind [1]

ryan mcmahon x reader

faceclaim:phoebe bridgers

authors note: k so this is kinda an all over the place fic but I had a lot of fun making it so ENJOY! @orangeinecstasy a fellow ryan appreciator, thanks for the brainstorming 🫡

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[kate-inthedarkness]

maybe some robert smut 👀👀👀 i saw on ur master list u have a little section, so maybe like u guys just started dating and it's ur first night together could be rly rly cute

This smut is a lot more detailed than my Eli one so I'm so sorry don't cancel me pls!!! (cries)

Thank you for the request my love xx

I Love You - Robert Keating

Summary: Read the request for the summary xx

Warnings: sexual content, explicit language, a very loving relationship and it's all very consensual.

A/N: Again, I'm sorry if this isn't great, I tried my best! If you feel uncomfortable reading this then don't read it!! Only read things that you're comfortable with and enjoy xxx

The air outside still held a trace of spring’s warmth as you and Rob stepped out of the cozy little Italian restaurant he’d chosen. Your hand was tucked into his, your fingers interlaced like you’d been doing it forever.

The soft glow of the city’s streetlights brushed against his face, catching the smile that hadn’t left his lips all evening.

“I still can’t believe you said yes. What do you mean you’re my girlfriend?” he murmured, squeezing your hand.

You nudged him playfully with your shoulder. “Was there ever a doubt?”

He chuckled, that familiar soft laugh that made your stomach flutter. “I dunno. I’ve been nervous about asking all week. Eli said I’d fumble it somehow.”

“Well, you didn’t,” you said, stopping in your tracks. Robert turned to face you, his brows raised just slightly in anticipation. “It was perfect. You were perfect.”

His eyes searched yours, something unspoken passing between you, and then he leaned in, pressing the gentlest kiss to your lips. “Let’s head back to mine, yeah?”

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The moment the apartment door clicked shut behind you, something shifted. Maybe it was the way Rob looked at you—like you were the only thing in the world worth paying attention to—or the way his thumb brushed your hand as he dropped his keys on the counter.

Whatever it was, it made the distance between you feel unbearable.

“Come here,” he said softly, an obvious tone of hunger there, already closing the spaced between you.

His hands found your waist as yours slid up to rest on his shoulders. His lips were on yours before you could say a word—warm, hungry, and full of everything you both had been holding back all evening.

You melted into him, your fingers threading into his bleach blonde hair, the slight scratch of his hair against your palms sending a thrill down your spine.

He walked you backward gently, guiding you through the apartment like he’d done it a hundred times. Your back hit the wall with a soft thud, and you both laughed into the kiss, breathless and flushed.

“Fucking hell, you’ll be the death of me.” He groaned, his voice low and a little rough as he nuzzled against your jaw.

You tilted your head, giving him space, your heart racing at the way his lips trailed down to your neck before returning to your mouth with a new kind urgency.

You loved his lips being on yours more than anything, but that burning heat in the pit of your stomach needed more. You needed to jump in his bones at this stage just to feel some kind of relief.

“Shit,” you moaned quietly between a kiss. “Go-go back to my neck.” You managed to stutter out, and he wasn’t the one to say no to you.

You could ask him to get on his hands and knees and crawl for you, and he’d do it without a second thought.

The two of you had made out before, so he knew where you liked to be kissed, or little things that got you riled up, and the left side of your neck, right under your ear, was one of those spots.

His lips found the spot in an instant, and he wasn’t afraid to bite down on the sensitive area slightly, sucking the skin lightly after to try and get a moan from you.

“You sure about this?” He murmurs against your neck, voice low, husky with something between hope and restraint. His fingers brush under your dress, hesitating about mid thigh, waiting for your answer.

You pull his head gently away from your neck, looking him straight in the eyes and nodding. “Yeah,” you say, barely above a whisper. “I want this. I want you. Really, I mean it.”

He leans in. The kiss is soft at first—careful. His lips are warm, a little chapped, tasting faintly like the red wine from earlier. But then he deepens it, tongue teasing the seam of your mouth, and you melt into him with a quiet gasp. His hands find the zipper of your dress, and you practically jumped out of it, desperate to feel his hands on your bare skin.

His fingers splayed over your ribs, thumbs stroking slow circles just under your breasts. You’re not sure how you make it to the bedroom. It’s all a blur of mouths and laughter and demands.

But most importantly that wild, dizzy feeling of finally getting what you’ve wanted for so long.

Clothes come off in stages—his button up shirt practically being ripped open, the slow peel of his jeans, your dress was left behind in the hallway but he wasn’t shy to take off your bra, finally admiring the part of your body he’d been nearly craving to see face to face.

The drag of his fingers down your spine as he pressed you back against the mattress, dragging a low moan out of you.

“You’re gorgeous,” he says, almost like he’s saying it to himself. “Been thinking about this… about you…”

“Rob, baby, I love you so fucking much. But please, get to work I’m dying over here.”

You reach for him, pulling him down into another kiss, and this one is full of hunger, your bodies flush, his skin practically boiling hot against yours. His weight on you is grounding, electrifying. He kisses down your neck, slow and reverent, teeth grazing your collarbone, tongue flicking just enough to make you squirm.

You gasped softly as his teeth grazed the soft skin above your breasts, and he smiled against your skin, his hands splaying wide across the outside of your thighs.

"You nervous?" he asked, pausing to look at you—his blue eyes suddenly a darker shade of blue, pupils blown, but still so gentle.

"A little," you admitted. "But not in a bad way or anything. It's just been a while since I've...you know."

His hand reached up to cup the side of your face, thumb brushing along your bottom lip, slow and careful. "We can stop any time. Just say the word."

"I don't want to stop."

That was all he needed.

He kissed along your chest slowly, reverently, letting his tongue flick over your nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Your back arched instinctively and he groaned at the way you moved under him.

The feeling of his calloused fingers tracing your ribs, your stomach, it had you feeling like your head was stuck in the clouds. You finally managed to pull yourself back down to earth for a second when you noticed he was kneeling between your legs, pulling your underwear down at a teasing pace.

"You're shaking," he said softly.

"I know," you breathed. "I just...I want you so fucking badly."

Rob leaned down, lips brushing yours. "You have me."

Then his hand slid down your thigh, then between them, and you gasped as his fingers found you already wet, already aching for him.

"Christ," he muttered. "You're so fucking perfect."

He dipped one finger inside you, then another, curling them just right, his thumb brushing your clit in slow, patient circles. You moaned, hips lifting to meet his hand, and he watched you with something close to awe—as if seeing you come undone for him was a privilege he didn't quite believe he deserved.

"I'm obsessed with you, you know?" he whispered, kissing your jaw, your throat, your breast. "So obsessed."

You tightened around his fingers, gripping onto his wrist as you moaned out in ecstasy. But before you knew it, the feeling of his touch was gone, and you could've screamed from frustration.

"Come on, baby. I think we've both had enough of playing around." His smiled was close to a smirk, tone clearly teasing. You didn't know if you wanted to kiss him or slap him.

Probably both.

You watched his every move. The way his muscles flexed as he took his boxers off. The way he ran his fingers through his bleached hair as he took in a shaky breath. You couldn't possibly get enough of this man.

He reached across to the top drawer of his night stand, clearly in the search of a condom.

"I'm on the pill. We don't need to use one." you rushed to say. Just wanting to feel all of him with nothing in the way.

"Are you sure? You're still taking a bit of a risk without one."

"No, I'm sure. I just want to be able to feel you."

His face practically scrunched up in what looked like pain. Pain from you killing him with words.

When he finally slid between your thighs and pushed into you, he went slow—achingly slow—watching your face the whole time, checking for any flicker of discomfort. But all you felt was full, deliciously stretched, your legs wrapping around his waist as he bottomed out inside you with a low groan.

"God, you feel unreal," he chocked out.

He moved slowly at first, deep, measured thrusts that made your breath catch every time he rocked into you. His forehead dropped to yours, sweat beading along his hairline, threads of his hair sticking to his forehead.

"You're taking me so well," he murmured against your lips. "So tight around me. Let go, baby. Let me take care of you."

Your nails dug into his back, leaving marks down his spine as your body climbed higher, tighter. He sped up just enough to make your breath stutter, your moans getting louder, his hips snapping into you with perfect rhythm, hitting that spot inside that made starts burst behind your eyes.

"Rob—" you moaned, barely able to get the words out. "I'm so close, I—"

"I've got you," he said, voice rough, hand slipping between you again to circle your clit. "Come for me. Show me how good I make you feel, baby."

And you did—hard. Your whole body tensed, you cried out his name like it was the only work you knew, and clenched around him as your orgasm tore through you like a wave. He followed moments later, groaning into your neck as he thrust deep one final time and spilled inside you, hips jerking through his own release.

You stayed like that for a while—tangled, breathless, your limbs intertwined and skin flushed with heat.

After a long silence, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, whispering, "You okay?"

You nodded, burying your face in his neck. "That was...fuck me, that was good."

He laughed softly, brushing your hair back. "I couldn't agree with you more, beautiful."

Your eyes glistened as they locked with his. The two of you just admiring each other, not wanting to end this moment too soon.

"I love you so much." You whispered, your voice thick with emotion and love.

"I love you most."

"That's impossible, Keating."

"Hm, I don't know. Wanna bet?"

[killersfool]

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

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

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

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

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

spending valentine’s day together!

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

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

telling each other how much they love them

them cuddling in bed and pulling eachother closer

hope these spark your writing :))))

Kiss It Better | ELIJAH HEWSON

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

PAIRING: elijah hewson x f!reader

WORDS: 1.5k

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

GENRE: hurt/comfort, fluff

WARNINGS: references to throwing up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[darlingdesire]

Cosy

(Elijah Hewson x Female!Reader)

Warnings: none!!

Genre: fluff

Des Talks!!: I love this one mwah don't forget to request

Elijah felt the heavy weight of the day slowly lift off his shoulders as he kicked his shoes off by the front door. They each landed somewhat next to each other, but he was too tired to care; instead, making a mental note to neatly put them away when he could be bothered later. He just needed to lay down for a while and regain the last bit of strength he had left for the day.

“M’home!” He finally managed to say, letting the girl—who he had been dying to get to since he left their warm bed this morning—know of his arrival.

He was itching to find her and clamber into her arms again; it was one of the things that got him through the day. Knowing that he had the most beautiful girl—inside and out—waiting for him with her smile that never failed to melt his heart.

No more than a second later, said girl made her presence known; “Hey,” she called out back to him, her voice was light and chirpy; and he followed the sound of it straight to their bedroom.

She was laid in bed with her phone, dressed all comfy in her pyjamas—ready for the night. He was jealous at how relaxed and cozy she looked, freshly showered and all when he had only just gotten home. It was even dark outside.

She looked up when she saw him; and he didn't miss the way her face lit up as soon as her eyes landed on him at the door.

“Hi,” She drawled out again, her voice quieter now. She was glad he was finally home, she had missed him today.

A grin easily pulled on his lips, seeing her all comfy and cozy in bed as he pushed himself off the doorframe and moved inside the bedroom at a casual pace; taking her all in with his eyes as he did.

Elijah loved how her face immediately lit up; that simple act alone was enough to relieve the tension in his shoulders, melting away the weight of the day from him as he came to a slow stop at the foot of the bed.

“You look cosy.” He replied in a quiet tone, his eyes gently roaming over her form.

She smiled proudly up at him from her position in bed. The covers were tucked up to her neck so that only her head and forearms were visible—she had dropped her phone onto her chest so she could give him her full attention. “I am cosy. I've been keeping the bed warm for you, of course. You're welcome.”

“Mm, of course.” He responded to her with a grin, slowly pulling the corner of his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes roving over her lazily with an ever-growing heat. He could feel the exhaustion beginning to fade and give way to something hotter in the pit of his stomach.

He was a little bit envious of the covers; feeling the irrational desire to be wrapped up all cozy with her rather than still standing in his day clothes. He stepped closer.

She quickly shoved her hand toward him, gesturing to halt with a raised brow; “Ah—don't even think of getting into bed yet until you've changed out of your day clothes. You know the rules.”

He stopped on command, his shoulders slumped almost comically as he playfully whined. He really wanted to clamber into that cozy bed with her, but his day clothes were beginning to bug him now that she’d mentioned it.

His mouth pulled down into a little pout, gaze still lazily roving over her as he slowly began unbuttoning his shirt.

The look on her face softened and morphed into a cheeky grin as she watched him slowly unbutton his shirt; she caught the slow smirk on his lips as he gazed down at her with low eyes.

Eli chuckled lowly, his mouth pulling into a smirk as he watched her take in the sight of him pulling his shirt open, exposing his chest. He loved the look on her face, her reaction to him was an incredible turn-on, one that seemed to heat his blood and drive him crazy.

He was suddenly reminded of the way the covers must be brushing against her skin, her body underneath their warmth. He almost groaned aloud at the thought.

He quickly shrugged on a more comfortable outfit—a pair of sweatpants and an old shirt—and hurried back to the bed in a much less sensual way than how he looked getting out of his clothes. He was bloody desperate to get into that bed.

The switch-up of how he acted when he was taking his clothes off to then almost leaping into the bed like a mad man had her laughing—her eyes crinkling with joy and adoration as she made room for him. She loved his personality; how he could be so goofy, he didn't even need to try that hard to get a laugh out of her. The dynamics between the two of them were perfect—simply, and utterly perfect.

She lifted the covers up, allowing him to slot himself right next to her and their bodies naturally folded together. He felt his body relax almost instantly when he laid his head down. He breathed in… inhaling her scent, her perfume and her body wash, and the smell of fresh laundry. He was now home. And all the weight of the day finally lifted off of his shoulders.

He sighed deeply as he laid his head down on the pillow, his body curling up next to hers out of instinct. She was warm. She was soft. She was home.

His arms wrapped around her, pulling her all the way in until there was absolutely no space between them. He pressed himself against her; his leg wrapping around hers and his face coming to rest in the crook between her shoulder and her neck.

Her skin was silky smooth, and he loved the little giggle he got out of her as he nuzzled his face into the side of her throat.

“D’you feel cosy now too?” She asked, her hand coming up to the top of his head so she could start to play with his hair. A delicate smile was unconsciously painted on her face at the feeling of him.

He groaned softly, the sound of it was a mix of pleasure and satisfaction. He loved the feel of her fingers threading through his hair, and he almost purred—almost—as he responded to her with a low “Mm hmm.”

He gently pressed soft kisses to her neck, before pulling away just far enough so that he could look at her properly, “I was getting fomo. Glad m’ part of the cosy club now.”

His arm slid around her waist to hold her close, his fingers gently tracing shapes on her hip.

She couldn't help but let out a snicker at his words, “It’s great to welcome you to it,” she muttered, her eyes instinctively closing, “Now tell me about your day. Any potential hits created?”

He felt her body shake against his as she laughed, and he let out a little laugh of his own. His fingers continued their gentle stroking on her hip, his touches seemingly never-ending and yet his pace was languid and unhurried.

At her question, however, he groaned softly. “I’ve been staring down pages of lyrics all day,” he murmured, his words were slightly mumbled against her shoulder. “Can’t seem to get anything worthwhile down. Feels like everything I do is shite.”

She scowled at that, not liking the way he spoke about his art. “Hey, that's my boyfriend you're talking about—come on now,” She tsked him, her frown softening the slightest, “It will come to you soon, you just gotta give it time to develop.”

Eli chuckled softly at her scolding, the sound of it low but warm. He pulled his head up from her shoulder so he could look at her properly, his hand still tracing those lazy circles on her hip as he smiled at her.

“It just doesn’t seem to be happening this week.” He mumbled, his free hand coming up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. He adored the way her scowl was always tinged with sweetness. It never failed to amuse him. He knew she was just looking out for him.

Her gaze softened as she looked up at him, “And that's okay, just like how you can't expect a flower to grow just like that—you gotta give it room, you gotta give it love, etcetera, etcetera, or you will go mad waiting,” She brought to light, her head tilting slightly on the pillow, “You’ve done pretty good so far though for the new album—m’very proud of you and the guys. You especially but don't tell the rest of them,” She smirked at him, attempting to lighten the mood.

Her words, her look, her smirk, all of it made him smile, something fond and genuine forming on his face. He loved the way she could so effortlessly turn his mood around, taking the frustration right out of him.

“yeah?” He mused, raising a playful eyebrow up towards her, “I’m your favourite, huh?” He smirked back, a little bit of mischief appearing in the light of his eyes.

“Yeah—but just by a little bit,” She nodded, playfully teasing him as she brought her hand up and punched her fingers close together.

He gasped in faux offence at her words, the corners of his mouth tugging up into a small smile. “Just a little bit?” He repeated, feigning the hurt in his tone.

He pretended to pull away from her, a pout on his face, “all I do for you and you go and say that. I can't believe you. And you make me change before I’m allowed to get into bed to cuddle; do you know how many people would let me sit on their bed in my day clothes.”

Her face shone in joy at the banter between them, grateful that they had turned the conversation to a more happy one, “Gotta keep you humble somehow.”

He hummed at her explanation and nodded sagely, his eyes filled with mischief. “And you choose the cruelest ways.” He complained lightly, his hand still drawing patterns on her hip; his touch lingering there, as though he couldn’t keep his hands off of her.

He shifted closer to her, burying his face back into the crook of her neck, placing little kisses across her skin.

She sighed softly at the sweet feeling, her eyes fluttering shut once more as she basked in it all, “Youre gonna make me fall asleep.”

Eli chuckled softly against her skin, “Don’t fall asleep.” He mumbled, his hand leaving her hip in order to gently grasp her chin and pull her face towards his. His fingers lingered on her jaw, gently tracing the line of it as he continued to place tender kisses on her skin.

“I’ve been without you all day,” He murmured between kisses, “Please stay awake with me for a little longer.”

She hummed quietly, still not opening her eyes as she felt him kiss her lips—her lips which remained still. She lulled her head to the side, pretending to sleep; though she couldn't push away the slight smile knowing that he was looking down at her.

He let out a soft scoff when he noticed her smile, his own smirk tugging on his lips as he noticed her feigned sleep.

He gently let go of her chin, his fingers trailing back down to her hip and lightly tugging at the bottom of her shirt. “M’not stupid, you know.” He huffed softly, before leaning closer and letting his lips rest against the shell of her ear. “Can’t fool me.” He whispered.

He chuckled at her words, gently taking her hand in his and linking their fingers together. “It’s your fault for being so comfy.” He responded; a teasing smirk on his face as he gently squeezed her hand.

His free hand came up to her face, his thumb tracing the line of her cheek before cupping it in his palm. He could still lightly feel her smile on her skin. She really was something.

[sullenshrugs]

hiii! i have a request if you’re open to them :)))

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

UGH i love that so much! he's so warm and you can still smell his cologne lingering on him. his arms are wrapped around you. GOD... here's a sneak peek 👀

[kate-the1975]

I have a new oneshot coming, and it's the first time I've ever posted smut on here, AND it's not Matty, so it'll most likely be a flop, but we move 😭😭