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18 ✮ infj ✮ taurus

[cl16clerc]

…thinking about how grayson hawthorne would be as an academic rival (before he dropped out) (and if he studied english literature)

ఌ︎ like every cliché, it starts out with him actually despising you. he wants to be top of his class. i mean he’s in harvard, for god’s sake

ఌ︎ so when you waltz into his classes and know everything about all of his favourite books, it rubs him the wrong way. especially if you answered a question he knew but didn’t put his hand up in time for

ఌ︎ grayson secretly always a competes with you and he hates that you probably couldn’t care less

ఌ︎ in all honesty, this is more of a one sided rivalry

ఌ︎ there was one assignment that required a presentation and you both accidentally picked the same topic. he has to watch you go up and present it, knowing he’s going to look like an idiot after you. that day he decided to fake an illness and go back to his dorm…

ఌ︎ one day, you had the nerve to try and to talk to him. your innocent, “hey, i hope you’re feeling better” made his blood boil

ఌ︎ jameson laughs on the phone when he hears about this, “you’ve met another you.” and grayson couldn’t be more livid

ఌ︎ but something in him changes when you attend a dinner party with your department that you were both invited to attend. yes, he was annoyed that it wasn’t just him being invited

ఌ︎ there was just something about seeing you in that dress, the way it flowed so perfectly down you. now he’s cursing himself for even entertaining that thought

ఌ︎ pair that with your knowledge of literature and how intelligent you were, suddenly grayson’s thinking about how he wants to speak to you

ఌ︎ he wouldn’t be upfront, his stubbornness getting the best of him. instead, he goes in with a question: “so you seem to know tolstoy pretty well”

ఌ︎ he sees the shock on your face but you reply, “i thought you didn’t speak”. and now he hates you all over again with your indestructible confidence. grayson’s an insecure person to put it lightly

ఌ︎ but he still indulges in you. after the awkward laugh he lets out, the pair of you talk for hours about your favourite books

ఌ︎ suddenly he remembers what it feels like to really enjoy someone’s company. maybe you’re not so bad after all

ఌ︎ there’s an open bar at this event so you and grayson of course take advantage of that. you’re drinking wine, he’s drinking whiskey.

ఌ︎ your conversation eventually leads onto the inevitable topic. you ask, “so why do you hate me to much?”

ఌ︎ he wants to be nothing but honest, the alcohol loosening his tongue, “because you’re everything i am but just better”

ఌ︎ his admission doesn’t strike you like he expected. instead, you’re looking at him like he’s an open book (pun intended)

ఌ︎ “the first seminar we had together, i overheard you telling another student all your favourite books. we share quite a few” you pause and look away and grayson physically cant tear his eyes off you. you look so beautiful

ఌ︎ your eyes are back on his, “just the way you act, i see myself in you so much. it took me a while to realise maybe that’s why i’m always trying to beat you. i don’t want to lose, neither do you.”

ఌ︎ grayson’s obviously shocked by this, he was under the illusion that his hatred was completely one sided

ఌ︎ and then, like all clichés, he’s realised he’s fallen for you. all those months spent thinking about you weren’t really from a place of hate, were they? of course not

[cl16clerc]

girl "keep reading" was FIRE keep doing what ur doing ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

awh this is soooooo sweet!!! brb crying 🥲

TYSM💞💞💞💕💕💕💕

[cl16clerc]

TO THE PEOPLE WHO KEEP POSTING MEMES AND TAGGING CHARACTER X READER I HOPE BOTH SIDES OF YOUR PILLOW ARE WARM I CAN’T FIND ANY GOOD FICS

sorry for the hostility it’s been a long day

[cl16clerc]

my contents been all over the place oops!! i really want to write a part 2 for ‘The Afternoon’s Hat’ but i’m currently struggling to find motivation for it🫩

[cl16clerc]

keep reading - mike wheeler x reader

summary: in which you and mike live together and his favourite part of the day is unwinding with you. except this time you’re reading something that catches mike’s eye.

warnings: nsfw, mdni!, soft dom!mike, fluff? i guess so… not my usual forte, afab reader, oral (fem receiving)

a/n: this is set when reader and Mike are working and in their 20s, Mike works for a publishing house as an editor, i also made up a book for the purpose of the story lol

One hand held your tea, the other held your book. You had the same routine every night in order to unwind. The books were often fantasy, providing that little escape from reality.

Whilst reading, you were always asked…

“Love? Do you want anything?” Mike would call out.

You knew he was stressed from a long day. You could hear it in his voice.

“Just you.” Would be the reply.

Tonight was no different. Mike sauntered in, holding his own mug of tea. He had a smile on his face. He loved it when you read. Despite his stressful day at the publishing house, the sight of you reading in your bed calmed all the storms in his mind. It was like the world took a pause, leaving the two of you alone in your bubble.

“I missed you.” He said with a soft smile.

You placed your book down. “I missed you too.”

Once Mike was in bed, you tilted your head down for him. He kissed your forehead without even thinking twice. The tender moment was enough to put you to sleep.

“Whatcha reading?” He asked, wondering if it was a book he’d edited.

In this small town, books were edited and published and placed on shelves and didn’t tend to leave the town. Everything was interlinked. It was like its own little world.

“Hmm I’m not sure. It was just the first thing I saw at the store.” You raised a brow, checking the cover. “Relight.”

Mike’s eyebrows shot up when he heard. He knew that book and he had in fact edited it.

A chuckle. Not a very well hidden one.

“What?” You asked, furrowing your brows.

“Nothing, just keep reading.” He smirked.

You poked his side, causing him to yelp a little.

“I swear to god, if it’s another one of those weird horror books.” You rolled your eyes.

“It’s not horror, it’s… just interesting.” Mike voice had dropped to a whisper.

You weren’t sure why, but there’d definitely been a shift in his mood. He shuffled slightly under the covers. You tried to take no notice of it, continuing to have your calm tea and reading time.

As you read, you had to keep your breathing balanced. You now knew why Mike was so jittery and amused. The book itself was pure filth. In depth descriptions of sexual acts consumed the story. It was straight up porn.

But you didn’t want to admit to Mike that you’d been so shaken by this. Didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Didn’t want to admit that your legs were now pressed together, wetness seeping through your panties. Your heart rate had quickened. You didn’t move as you read.

“How is it?” Mike’s voice cut through the painful silence.

You cleared your throat.

“Good.” You said with a nod.

He smirked, placing a hand on your thigh.

“Then open up.”

Mike knew you well enough to know that when you were turned on, you pressed your legs together. Mainly it was to hold yourself together but sometimes it was just to get some friction. You slowly pried your thighs apart and he shifted to lie between your legs. You began to place the book down.

“Ah ah, keep reading.” He smirked. “I want you to really focus on this book, doll.”

His voice was like honey now. It was enough to make you come undone. You picked the book back up, reading over a particular scene of two lovers having sex against a tree. It was long, graphic and very much in detail. You tried to keep your focus on it, even though Mike had now stripped your shorts and panties off and dipped his head between your legs. His tongue trailed up your thigh before planting kisses along it. He placed kisses along both of your thighs until you whimpered. He smirked, knowing he’d gotten what he wanted: you, all desperate and whiney.

He placed a soft kiss on your core before licking a long stripe up it. You let out a gasp, eyes flicking off the page.

“Read, darling. Or I’ll stop.” Mike said softly against your cunt.

You swallowed, your breathing shaky yet you still continued to read. As the book got more intense, so did Mike’s tongue. He was licking slowly, tongue flat, taking his time. Your eyes rolled back momentarily but they snapped back to focus on the damn book. You let out small whimpers in fear that if you were too loud he’d accuse you of not paying attention properly.

Mike gripped the back of your thighs, pushing them up to gain better access to your dripping pussy. You were already starting to soak the sheets with a mix of his saliva and your own juices. He began to suck you like a man stuck in a desert with no water. Your back arched involuntarily and you let out a loud moan. Fuck. It felt so good. The words on the pages began to blur together and you weren’t sure how long you could keep this up.

“Shit, love. You always taste so good.” His voice was a growl against you.

You were a mess, desperate to reach out and touch his hair. Your fingers were practically ripping through the pages as you struggled to compose yourself.

A scene about a candlelit bedroom… something about a woman on her hands and knees.

The book was interesting but you were sure none of the characters were feeling the same about of pleasure as you were right now. Mike’s grip on your thighs was so strong you couldn’t move if you tried, and you had tried. The pads of his fingers began to dig into your skin.

He moved his tongue with expertise. He knew your cunt like the back of his hand now, knowing exactly what you liked and how to get you there. His mouth alternated from a focus on long licks to sucking and flicking your clit. It felt so good you almost went to heaven and back. He didn’t hold back one bit, diving as deep into your pussy as he could.

Mike pulled away, slightly breathless himself. You whined in annoyance.

“Read it out loud.” He ordered, head still between your legs.

“What?” You furrowed your brows.

“Read out one of the scenes. Try your best sweetie, I know you can do it.” He said softly before dipping his head back down.

You inhaled sharply. Damn you wheeler and your dirty tricks. Your eyes scanned the book for a particularly graphic scene of a woman being eaten out. Fitting, you thought.

“H-he…” Your voice was unstable as you struggled to hold yourself together.

“Keep going.” Mike whispered.

“He swirled his tongue around her clit, s-slowly and steadily.” You said shakily.

And Mike did exactly that. His tongue moved with precision, just like the book had described. You could’ve sworn you saw him smirk.

“His tongue flicked between her clit and entrance, teasing it gently.” You swallowed, knowing what to expect now.

Mike’s tongue poked at your entrance, slipping in just slightly. You let out an uncontrolled moan, struggling to keep focus. The pages was were starting to grow damp from the sweat on your fingers as you gripped the book tightly. Your eyes rolled back, you were getting close.

“Shit, don’t stop. Please Mike I’m so close.” Your tone indicated that you weren’t in the mood to play around anymore.

He was a man who liked to tease you but also a man who wanted to see you come. His tongue picked up the pace, zeroing in on your clit. It was gentle but deep. Not too harsh to hurt but enough to get you there.

The book was quickly discarded across the bed and you were finally free. Your hands darted down to grip his locks tightly. You were letting out louder and more desperate moans. Stars clouded your vision as Mike did the thing he did best.

When your orgasm crashed over you, you let out an obscenely loud whine. Your hips lifted slightly, indicating that you’d come. The build up and the way Mike devoured you made your whole body convulse as you finished. He knew you were at your peak but still continued to work his mouth on you, dragging out your intense orgasm. A final tug on his hair and you were limp.

Mike pulled away, wiping his mouth. He smirked at the sight of you all spent.

“Guess you’re all ready for bed then.” He kissed the side of your head before flipping down beside you.

For a moment you didn’t speak. You were just trying to catch your breath.

“So you knew that book?” You turned to face your boyfriend.

Mike nodded. “I edited parts of it. I just hoped you wouldn’t pick it up.”

A small blush crept onto his cheeks, making you smile.

“Awh you didn’t want me to know you’ve been editing dirty books? How naughty of you.” You teased.

He could only blush more, pulling you into a tight hug. You were satisfied enough to fall asleep without issues. Maybe the pair of you could explore a little more of that book tomorrow.

[cl16clerc]

new person, no more mistakes |patrick zweig x reader

summary: in which patrick has his baggage, you’re the first person he wants to see when he finally removes it - this is set after the movie takes place

warnings: cursing, mentions of previous hookups, spoilers for the movie, smoking, mentions of going to therapy

a/n: this isn’t my usual stuff but i watched challengers recently and i just had to write this

It was never about Tashi. It was never about Art. It was about being wanted. Patrick had just come terms with it all after years of inner conflict.

He was a dick. He would cause fights just to give himself a sense of satisfaction, watching relationships break down. Sleeping with Tashi was like the ultimate goal - or so he thought. After the music died, the lights turned off (metaphorically speaking), he was still alone. Tashi and Art had their own complicated relationship and he couldn’t do anything to get in the middle of it.

He was alone. 31 and completely alone.

“Fuck.” Patrick cursed as he watched the city lights below him.

He stubbed out his cigarette on the railing before tossing it into the night sky.

———

The soft pop of the tennis ball against the racket was your way of release. It felt like each hit was eroding any tension off your body. You glided along the grass courts, seamlessly hitting every shot. Your coach kept serving, you kept returning.

“Good. Keep your focus like this.” Your coach said.

Memories of Patrick flooded your mind whenever you played nowadays. You’d met him a couple years back through mutual friends and you’d hated him. He had one hell of an ego and you couldn’t stand it. Nonetheless, you’d ended up in bed together and it was exactly as you’d expected. He was selfish and uninterested in your needs. You noticed his front begin to crack just slightly when he held you afterwards. But then, he opened his mouth.

“Christ. A bit less power in your shots, please. If you’re not careful you’ll knock me out.” Your coach instructed.

You shook your head, returning to reality. “Right, sorry.”

Fucking Patrick Zweig.

Apparently you had a sense for him.

“Well well well.” That voice. That damn voice.

You stopped in your tracks, as did your coach. Clearly they knew each other as Patrick brought him into a tight embrace. Your eyebrows knitted together as you watched the pair.

“What are you doing here?” Your harsh tone could’ve cut through the net as you approached it.

You were expecting a snide remark, a clap back, anything really. But you were met with a smile, rather than his usual smirk.

“I’m competing in the area. I know a lot of people here and I know this is where you train.” Patrick said plainly with a shrug.

You raised a brow, nowhere near convinced. You were sure there was some sort of malicious intent to it.

“Really? You were just in the area and happened to stop by?” You were still holding your racket tightly in your right hand.

Your coach excused himself and left, noticing the tension. Patrick didn’t let his resolve crumble. He knew it was coming.

“I know I wasn’t ideal.” He exhaled. “I’ve just… been thinking about you.”

There it was. He was trying to get you into bed.

“That won’t work on me. If you wanted an easy hook up you’re in the wrong place.” You snapped.

“Please. I’m not trying anything.” He raised his hands in defeat, walking closer to you.

The net stood between you both like a forced wall. You were glad it was there. It provided a good separation.

“Just get to the point. What do you want?” You crossed your arms, racked still in hand.

“Dinner. Just give me one chance.” For some strange reason, you couldn’t hear a hint of malice in his voice.

“Fine.” You stepped away from the net. “But only if you can beat me in a set.”

There it was. That smirk. Only this time it felt genuine and you didn’t want to wipe it off his face.

“Oh love, you’re too good to beat.” Patrick sighed, picking up your coach’s racket from the floor. “But I’ll try for you.”

Pop. Pop. Pop.

You were completely out of breath trying to keep up with his pace. Patrick was a few years older than you so you had more experience but you’d expected to have more stamina than him. You were very much wrong. The ball felt like it was coming towards you at lighting speed.

Your backhands brought you to the floor. You were pretty damn good at this. Yet, Patrick was even better. His shots often flew right past you or skimmed over the net. You just couldn’t keep up.

“Alright!” You panted, raising your racket. “You win. I’ll see you at 8pm tonight outside my house.”

You walked around the net, passing into Patrick’s threshold. You saw him visibly tense. He was nervous. You made him nervous.

It was summer. You were out in the open in the grass courts, the air was fresh. Still, the tension made it feel like the two of you were confined into a tiny space with no way out. You’d managed to regain your confidence when you saw how flustered he got. You’d gotten your power back.

“You remember where that is, right?” You smirked as you got extremely close.

He swallowed, feeling his heart racing. “Y-yeah. See you at 8.”

———

The soft lull of jazz music filled the restaurant. It was very fancy, almost too fancy in there. You weren’t sure how Patrick was going to afford it. Maybe he would want you to pay- no. He’d changed. You could feel something in the way he spoke, the way he looked at you.

“You know, you were a real prick. What happened to you?” You chuckled.

“Honestly?” He sighed, sitting back in his chair.

You’d both ordered some fancy dishes neither of you could pronounce. It was probably one of the best meals you’d ever eaten. You were now both stuffed and onto the deeper conversations.

“Honestly.” You leant forwards.

“Well, I did something pretty messed up. And when it happened, I realised how much of it I was doing because of my own issues. I craved being wanted.” Patrick paused before continuing.

“So, I went to therapy.”

Your eyes widened and you let out a laugh. You hadn’t expected that.

“Therapy? Patrick Zweig went to therapy?” You were in disbelief.

“You’re acting like it’s a bad thing.” He said, slightly insecure about it all.

“No no!” You quickly interjected. “I think it’s a really good thing. I just wouldn’t have expected you to make that move. It was the right thing to do, in all honesty.”

There was a beat. A silence. You were both sat thinking. You about how you were slightly in awe, Patrick about how he was worried you’d judge him.

“I wanted to change. I couldn’t keep living like that.” He exhaled. “I think it’s been working.”

“Well, you seem different.” You admitted.

Another beat.

“Is that a good or bad thing?” He leant forward slightly and you could’ve sworn the lights dimmed.

You looked into his big blue eyes. Was he always this pretty?

“Good.” You shook your head, snapping yourself back to reality. “Definitely a good thing.”

The lights had definitely dimmed. It suddenly all felt so intimate. You decided to be brave and ask the question that was weighing on your so heavily.

“Was I the first girl you came to see after you… changed?” You weren’t really sure how to phrase it.

Patrick’s heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t expected such a forward question. He nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“Yeah.” His voice was silky and warm.

This felt so scary, it was terrifying. Were you going to fall for Patrick Zweig? If you’d heard that a couple years ago, you’d assume you were insane. But right now you were putting your trust into someone who was prone to being an absolute dick. If your walls came down, then that was it. All you trust would be in him not screwing this up. The thought was weighing heavily on your heart.

“Don’t make me regret this.” You whispered.

A small smile crept up on his lips. “Never.”

———

There was doubt. Patrick knew that. He didn’t initiate anything. He was trying to take it slow. The most he’d done at the end of the first date was a peck on the lips after dropping you off at your place. He would do anything to make you trust him again.

His conversations were interesting and you found yourself growing fonder and fonder for him. Gone were the days of his egotistical self but you could tell he was still insecure. Only now, the insecurities weren’t translating into him being a cocky prick to put up a front.

A bottle of wine in and you’d accidentally unlocked a new side of him. This was your third date and he was on his knees, deep in an emotional turmoil. You’d let it happen, you tried to push it out of him. You wanted him to be raw and open with you.

“I can’t stop screwing my life up. I tried to get in the middle of relationships because I couldn’t keep my own.” Patrick gripped the backs of your thighs.

He was on his knees acting like this was a Catholic confession.

You reached out to run a hand through his hair.

“I don’t care. You’re not like that anymore.” You whispered, voice soothing enough to stop the lump in his throat.

Would you regret this? Maybe. You can’t always teach a dog new tricks. When you met Patrick, he was a bastard. Now, he was on his knees, begging for a second chance at life. You inhaled deeply, watching the desperate man at your knees.

“I want to be good. Please. I need to change.” The tears were almost here.

“I know.” You whispered, hand still running through his hair.

In your own sick and twisted way, this made you trust him more than anything else. Seeing him reduced to nothing on the floor was like watching all his previous mistakes break apart. He was willing to be himself now, willing to connect with his emotions.

The two of you continued to take it slow, creating a gradual build of trust. But trusting Patrick was one of the best things you’d ever done. You didn’t regret it one bit.

[cl16clerc]

The Afternoon’s Hat - Elijah Hewson

summary: you were family friends with elijah and strictly off limits but he always made his way back to you

warnings: kissing? father issues (sort of, he's just controlling), mentions of wounds, a tiny bit of angst

pairing: elijah hewson x fem! reader

a/n: it’s 5am, i can’t sleep and i was inspired by the instrumental to ‘the afternoon’s hat’ by AM… so enjoy!

'When I'm in the confines of crawling walls

You hold me in place'

A subtle knock at the window could be heard. Loud enough for you to hear, quiet enough to remain unheard by everyone else in your house. You walked up to your window, drawing back the curtains. Elijah had yet again made use of the ladder in your garden to reach your room. Like always, you opened the window and pulled him inside. Like always, you gave him a piece of your mind. Like always, Elijah enjoyed it if he was being completely honest.

"What the hell are you doing here? Again?" You whisper-hissed.

For a moment, all he could do was stare. His lips curved into a smirk as he relished in seeing you all riled up.

"I needed to see you." Elijah whispered back with a slight slur.

"Are you drunk?" You folded your arms.

He shook his head. "Just tipsy. I was at a party."

"So why did you end up here?"

Elijah couldn't help but find your obliviousness endearing. You were so clueless to the fact that you grounded him in a way he never though possible. The stillness of your home, your voice, your touch - it was a remedy to his loud mind.

"I hated it there." Was all that actually came out of his mouth.

"You always do this. You go to these parties then show up at ungodly hours." You huffed in frustration.

"You know I'd rather spend all my time here." Elijah's eyes were trying to meet your gaze.

The repetitive conversation. See, you'd known Elijah all your life as your dads were close friends. He was a few years older than you so it wasn't like you actually spent much time together growing up. Still, your dad made it absolutely clear to you that Elijah was bad news. His teenage years had given him a bad image that had lasting effects. But Elijah didn't care. He wanted you - no, needed you.

"Eli that's not fair on me." Your voice was even more hushed now.

He stepped closer until he was almost pressed against you. Both hands reached out to grab your wrists causing you to remember why you hadn't kicked him out yet. You were just as in deep as he was. His scent only reminded you of the nights it was all you could smell. The nights where he stayed until dawn before having to sneak back out. You thought about his lips on your skin. In that moment, you noticed you couldn't take your eyes off him.

"Love..." Elijah's breathed.

You connected your lips with his instantly. It was so easy to break. Your hands found his brown locks and tugged at them desperately. Elijah reached down to grab your waist like it was muscle memory. It felt like you were both molding into one. You could feel the coolness of his rings against your warm, slightly exposed skin. His lips left yours to trail down your neck. God, you loved when he did that.

"I will do everything if I have to prove my worth to him." Elijah mumbled between kisses.

Your head was thrown back. All you could do was let out a few noises of agreement. You knew this was all talk. He'd been saying this for months but it seemed like he just preferred you as a little secret.

-- --

You were watching the waves lap against the shore. The sounds made everything around you melt away. The subtle shh of the sea was enough to send you to sleep. Everything felt so perfect in this moment. As it was the middle of November, you were wrapped up in a coat and scarf. It felt a bit like a movie scene.

Elijah had suggested the two of you take a trip to somewhere far away from your controlling dad. So you'd ended up by the Cornwall coast, breathing in a moment of stillness. You'd had to make up the excuse that it was a 'university trip'. It worked but you couldn't shake the guilt of lying off.

"Something bothering you, love?" Elijah's voice brought you back to reality.

You looked at the man stood beside you. He too was huddled in a long coat. The malicious man that your dad created out of him was nowhere to be seen.

"I hate lying." You said plainly.

Elijah inhaled deeply, looking off into the distance. His gaze met yours again but this time his eyebrows were knitted and his expression more serious.

"You didn't have to lie." He sighed. "You're twenty now, you can do what you want."

"But I still live at home, my dad thinks he can control me." You frowned.

You'd always wished you didn't go to a university that was so close to home. That way you could've lived on your own and Elijah and you wouldn't have to hide.

"Just move out. I'll pay-" He started but you cut him off.

"No." You said quickly and a little harshly.

Elijah had brought this idea up before but you always shut it down. You didn't want to be dependent on anyone. Your dad had made it seem like the worst thing in the world.

"Fine." Elijah exhaled but reached out for your hand.

You let him take it and pull you in. You were against his chest, feeling like you could just melt again.

"We'll work through it, I promise." He kissed the top of your head as he spoke.

The rest of the trip had been slightly soured by the nerves and guilt you felt. Any call, any text, any notification had you startled. Elijah had tried his best to calm your nerves but he knew that it was just who you were. His heart bled watching you put yourself through all of this just for him. He wanted nothing more than to escape the world with you.

-- --

Back at home, you hadn't seen Elijah for weeks. He'd mentioned he was busy with work but it had never been like this before. You were starting to get an unusual gnawing feeling in your stomach. The man who would've moved worlds just to hold you now couldn't even answer your call.

One night, there was that gentle tap at your window again. Usually you felt excited by it but tonight you were angry.

You drew back the curtains and to no surprise, Elijah was there. You opened the window and pulled him in without another word. It was like you had forgotten every word ever. You were frustrated and hurt but also incredibly flustered by the mere sight of him. You hated that he made you feel like this.

"I'm sorry." Was the first thing he uttered.

You flicked on the lamp and turned round to face him. In the dim lighting, you noticed a gash across his nose.

"What on earth happened to you?" You said almost too loudly.

"I got into a fight. The guy was being a dick-" He started.

"So you swung at him?" You folded your arms, feeling your frustration rise.

"He swung at me first." Elijah said with a slight smirk, leaning against the wall.

When he noticed you weren't happy, he spoke again. "Come on, don't get mad. Aren't you flattered that you were the first person I wanted to see."

God, he wasn't lying. Elijah just needed to hear your voice again, to see your face, to feel you. He felt like a starved man and the only thing that would nourish him was your presence. He couldn't breath without you.

"I'd be more flattered if you bothered to speak to me these past few weeks." You said flatly.

Elijah sighed, he knew this was coming. He didn't blame you for being so frustrated with him.

"I know, I'm so sorry. I just felt so bad after the way you had to lie for me. I could see the guilt was tearing you apart that whole trip." Elijah almost pleaded. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry. I figured some distance might help the nerves you get from constantly lying to your dad."

You folded your arms, keeping that stoic look on your face. You looked the injured man up and down, gauging if you really wanted to accept his apology. He was right, despite his absence you did feel a little relieved. You exhaled and relaxed your body a little.

"Fine. I guess you're right. It was nice not having to be so secretive all the time. But I did miss you." You admitted.

"I missed you too." Elijah stepped closer. "So damn much."

A smile finally crept onto your face, making his heart swell.

"Being away from you was tearing me apart. I need you." His voice was so deep it made you shudder.

"Wait." You shook your head, trying not to get too flustered. "I'll go grab a wet flannel and try clean you up a bit."

Elijah couldn't help but chuckle as your cheeks flushed pink even in the dim lighting. "Yes ma'am."

You headed into your bathroom to wet a flannel. Whilst in there, your thoughts were consumed by Elijah and how badly you just wanted to love him openly. He was everything to you and you knew damn well you were everything to him.

Suddenly, you heard your bedroom door slamming open. You cursed under your breath and rushed out of the bathroom.

To your dismay, your dad was standing in the doorway. He was furious. Not a single word had been spoken but your blood had already run cold. It was bad enough sneaking a guy in at 3am but Elijah? You were absolutely done for.

"Dad, it's not what it looks like." You said quickly.

"Really? Because it looks to me like this is exactly why I told you to stay away from this idiot." Your dad snapped.

Had it been anyone else, Elijah would've been pissed. But he had gotten himself into this mess.

"Why is he in your room at 3am? And those wounds?" Your dad stepped closer to Elijah. "You better stay the hell away from my daughter!"

"Dad, please!" You pulled him away from a terrified Elijah. "I swear, it's nothing like that."

"Oh really? Look me in the eyes and tell me he's not the reason that every few nights the ladder in by your window." Your dad seethed.

You exhaled a shaky breath. "Okay yes, that is why-"

"Can't even have the decency to come any other time when you're not off your head after a party?" He turned to Elijah, pointed a venomous finger.

"Because it's the only time I can see him!" You suddenly shouted.

Both men looked startled. Elijah looked as if he was silently begging you to stop. He didn't want the situation to worsen.

"Excuse me?" Your dad was beyond furious now.

"You heard me." Your voice was shaking but you held your ground. "Elijah has done nothing but treat me right. He makes me happy and hasn't stepped a foot wrong in years."

Elijah reached up to subtly cover his nose.

Your dad slowly looked at you before looking back at him.

"You. Out. I'm bolting these windows shut. Don't even think about pulling a stunt like this again." He snapped.

Tears brimmed your eyes. You weren't sure what the eventual outcome of your dad finding out would be but this was the worst one possible. You could barely see Elijah as he left your room, accompanied by your dad. You heard the front door slam shut without any more shouting. You stared at the ceiling, wishing things didn't have to be like this. All Elijah had done was make you happy. Now you were under the premise you'd never see him again.

-- --

Elijah held his phone with shaky hands when he rung you the next day. His heart was beating out of his chest as he waited for you to pick up. Ring...ring...ring...

"Hello?" Your voice made him feel the tiniest bit reassured.

"We'll make this work, okay? I promise. I'll spend every day buying your dad flowers if it means he'll like me." Elijah's tone was a mix of humor and desperation.

You let out a pained chuckle. "He likes sunflowers."

"Sunflowers, got it." Elijah smiled. "Oddly ironic."

"Tell me about it." You sighed.

(lmk if you guys want p.2?)

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Heavy - Elijah Hewson

summary: elijah pushes you away when he thinks he can’t give you what you want for your future, despite it being the worst decision of his life

warnings: quite angsty!, mentions of drinking and being drunk

pairing: elijah hewson x fem! reader

A/N: i’ve read the requests and i’m working on them!! i just wanted to write this to get back into the groove of stuff

ANOTHER A/N: i got into my dream uni and i’m starting in a week :) (queue more slow updates…)

Coming to terms with losing you was like coming to terms with giving up on life. A few months ago Elijah would’ve never even considered it. Yet, here he was, staring at the wall. His mind played the look on your face over and over again. He’d ended things in that coffee shop whilst the rain wouldn’t stop pouring.

“You’ve deserve a better future.” His voice had cracked.

“I don’t want a future! Not if it’s without you.” You had to try to keep your voice down in public.

“Don’t you understand? You deserve stability, something that fits your 9 to 5. I’m never home.”

He really hadn’t meant to offend you. Elijah was genuinely concerned. But in hindsight he realised that wasn’t the best choice of words. Not that it mattered anyways, he’d broken your heart either way.

Perhaps it was self sabotage. Nothing had felt as wrong as this did.

Elijah’s mental justification was simple. You’d started to talk about what you wanted in the future. A simple townhouse in London where you could still work but also start a family. All your plans had been under the premise that your partner would be there consistently. You hadn’t said it outright but it was implied. But Elijah couldn’t give that to you. It would be years until he could properly settle, the band was just taking off. And even then, he’d never be fully still. Music meant he’d be everywhere all the time. But that’s not what you wanted.

So, that was his justification. He couldn’t give you the future you wanted so he had to let you be free, despite your protests. He wanted what was best for you.

Elijah still felt bad for the way things had ended in the coffee shop earlier that day. A couple hours later, he found himself at your door. The door opened when he twisted the knob. You always left it unlocked for him. His heart rattled in its cage as he stepped into your dimly lit flat.

A cool breeze indicated where you might be. He followed it to your room.

“Love?” He called out.

Pushing the door opened, he spotted you sat on the windowsill, watching the streets below you.

“I’ve never pictured a future with anyone.” When you spoke, you could see the condensation in the air. “Only you.”

You were watching the bustle of London in the rain. It was your favourite pass time when you wanted to enjoy life.

“Please, love. I’m not trying to hurt you.” Elijah’s hands rested on either side of you.

You tensed at the feeling of him being so close. You craved his touch, his love. It was so painful to feel him slipping away. He stepped back when he noticed your body going rigid, a clear sign of your discomfort.

“I won’t fight if you want to leave. I won’t beg you.” You said firmly, despite wanting to break down.

Your attitude was to be expected but it still stung. So, Elijah did the only thing he thought he could.

“Good.” His voice was collected and stoic.

The cold outside was nothing in comparison to the way he was treating you right now. You tried to focus on the cars, the rain, the people crossing. Nothing could tear you away from the cruel reality that he was shutting you out.

“Before you leave.” You finally tuned round to look up at him.

He stared down at you, eyes heavy with regret. He was aching to reach out and touch you, tell you to forget it all.

“Just give me the main reason you’re doing all of this.” Your voice was shaky.

Elijah inhaled deeply. You braced yourself.

“You deserve everything I can’t give you.” And that was that.

The finality in his tone almost made you shudder. Suddenly there were a hundred rocks were on your shoulders, weighing you down. You gripped the edge of the windowsill in fear that you’d completely fall apart.

“I would’ve waited forever for you. I know your career means you can’t be still-“ You started.

“Love, please.” Elijah cut you off. “Don’t make this harder than it already is. I’ve made my mind up.”

And with that, he left you alone in the depths of your heartbreak. You could’ve run after him, but your pride made you stay.

———

Elijah’s heartbreak translated into lying on the pub’s bathroom floor. He was completely intoxicated by 10pm. The bathroom door burst open, revealing a concerned Josh. He knew his friend well enough to tell when something was up.

“Talk to me.” Josh said simply, crouching beside him.

Elijah pulled his head up off the floor, groaning slightly. He managed to prop himself up against the side of the toilet.

“We broke up.” Elijah’s voice was hoarse.

“You- you what?!” Josh almost shouted. “Why?”

“She wanted to settle down, she wanted a stable future!” Elijah tried his best to not get choked up.

“And you can’t give that to her?” Josh raised a brow.

“The band’s taking off. I can’t be with someone who wants stability.” Elijah held his head and winced.

“And she told you she wants stability?”

“Well no but she implied it. She wants a future where she can settle down, have kids, all that.”

“Since when couldn’t you give her that?” Josh sighed, preventing himself from rolling his eyes “For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve never loved anyone like her. I know you want that too and I know you’re scared. Did you ever think you’re just doing this because you had something so good?”

“It’s just not practical.” Elijah groaned.

“It’s more than practical. You two will make it work.” Josh looked at him in the eyes. “You want that too, no? The kids, the dogs running round. All of it.”

Elijah nodded, lids drooping with sadness. For the first time all day, he felt regret. He’d really messed this up for nothing. Josh was right. He was so worried about not being able to give you the right things that he pushed you away, not bothering to consider other options.

“I love her.” Elijah mumbled as he dropped his head into Josh’s chest.

“I know, I know.” Josh huffed, rubbing Elijah’s back.

In the stingy, pungent toilets of the pub, Elijah realised his mistake. Loving you was simple and straightforward. It was all that mattered. His career would eventually settle and things would work out. God, he was such an idiot for it seeing it.

———

You decided to lock your flat door now, seeing as there was no reason to keep it unlocked anymore. It was the morning after your heart had been broken and you’d barely slept a wink. You were angry, sad, hurt - all the emotions that the movies said you’d get.

You were startled from a half asleep haze when there was a knock at your door. It was an unfamiliar sound these days. You dragged yourself out of bed and to the front door. To your dismay, Elijah was stood on the other side of the door. He looked a mess.

“You look a mess.” You didn’t feel like keeping your thoughts to yourself.

“I’m extremely hungover.” Elijah started but quickly added. “And still upset.”

“I don’t think you have the liberty to be upset.” You folded your arms.

Elijah winced at your bitterness.

“Can I come in?”

You inhaled deeply but stepped aside to let him in. He stepped in before turning back to face you.

“I messed up big time.” Elijah bit the inside of his cheek.

“You think?” You couldn’t believe the audacity.

“I know, I know. Sorry will never cut it but just hear me out.” He stepped slightly closer. “I was worried that you wouldn’t want to wait. I don’t know how long it’ll take me to settle and I want you to have this future.”

“Eli…” Your voice cracked. Damn it.

“No, please.” He reached out to take your hand in his. “I know that I should’ve asked you but I didn’t want you to feel like you had to wait.”

“When I said I’d wait forever, I meant it.” You finally interlocked your fingers with his.

For the first time in a day, Elijah could breathe properly again.

“I want that future, yes, I’ll admit it. But I know you want it too.” You spoke softly now. “It’s in your music. You want the house and kids.”

“I do.” He couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“So I’ll wait. I don’t care how long it takes as long as I’m doing this with you.” You pulled him closer.

You felt like your heart was back where it belonged. There was nothing more you wanted than Elijah.

“I just didn’t think anyone would wait for me. You deserve the world and I was scared I couldn’t give it to you.” Elijah’s voice trembled.

“You are my world.” You replied with complete honestly. “So just give me yourself and don’t leave me.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Elijah looked down at you with love in his eyes.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you tighter than ever before. You both were tied by the strings of your hearts. There was nothing that could stand between you anymore. All you needed was here and now, holding you in his arms.

“I hope you know that I’m not letting you off easy.” You mumbled into his chest.

“Oh I’m well aware.” Elijah chuckled, kissing the top of your head.

“I’m expecting you to cook dinner, buy me tonnes of flowers, nightly apologies where you cry…”

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Hey loves! Sorry I’ve been so inactive. I have exams for the next month (YIKES)

I’ve also seen the requests. Thank you for sending them in! I’m going to write them when I have the time❤️

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She - Elijah Hewson

A/N: I’ve been listening to ‘She’ by Harry Styles on repeat and it gave me inspo!

Summary: You’re the opening act for Inhaler. You live in Elijah’s head but he can’t say too much in fear things will get too messy for the tour

Warnings: mentions of sex, it is described but definitely not in detail, kissing, I think that’s it?!

THIS ISN’T PROOFREAD SORRY!

She lives in daydreams with me

Your laugh, your voice, your scent. It was all that was on Elijah’s mind. Damn Bobby and his suggestion to have management ask to have you open for Inhaler on tour.

“Her music’s good.” Bobby had said.

And he was right. So damn right.

Watching you from the wings of the stage as you poured your heart out felt like a dream. Your voice sounded like sweet honey. The way you played guitar was mesmerising. It was all too much for Elijah, maybe he should’ve stayed in his dressing room. He had to force himself to turn away from you and head back to the rest of the band.

This wasn’t like Elijah. Every time he closed his eyes, your face was imprinted in his mind. When he slept, he dreamt of telling you his deepest thoughts about you. In person he was a wreck; silent and stunned. He never lacked confidence with women but you were so… different.

Josh caught on first. He happened to notice the way Elijah stared at you when you left the room one day. His eyes memorising every feature of you, like he was scared he’d forget. Josh chuckled to himself but kept it on the down low. He knew Elijah was probably already down bad and didn’t want to make matters worse. But then Ryan noticed, and then Bobby, and even Louis. Soon it became a known thing of Elijah’s (not creepy) obsession for you.

It wasn’t your body, although that was beautiful too, but your aura. The vibe that surrounded you, like an amber glow. Elijah swore that’s what he saw when he closed his eyes and pictured you. It was alluring - more than alluring, it was infatuating.

He continued to hear the sound of your guitar thrumming in his head as he walked back to the band. It was impossible to escape it. Unsurprisingly, the band weren’t in their dressing rooms. Elijah assumed they were watching you, which was what he should’ve been doing but he had to suppress whatever these feelings were. He slumped into the chair of his dressing room, groaning into his hands.

A soft knock at the door snapped Elijah out of his thoughts. The music from the stage had stopped and he hadn’t even realised.

“Come in.” Elijah cleared his throat.

You opened the door, looking flustered from your performance. Your hair messily framed your face, your body glistened ever so slightly with a layer of sweat. You had that post- performance glow. Elijah was staring without realising.

“You weren’t there after my set. I just wanted to check on you.” You flashed a grin.

“Yeah- yeah sorry, I just wanted to get some peace and quiet before the show. You sounded great, though.” Elijah said, voice slightly shaky.

You leant against the doorway.

“You nervous or something?” You grinned, still breathless.

“Me? Why would I be nervous? What?” Elijah’s eyebrows shot up. He thought you were talking about him being nervous over you.

“About the performance.” You furrowed your brows and let out a chuckle.

“Oh- yeah, a little.” Elijah cleared his throat.

The guys would be laughing hysterically if they saw this, Elijah thought.

“You’ll kill it.” You were still breathing heavily.

He gave a half smile, nodding. “I know.”

“Always cocky, huh?” You giggled.

Your laugh made Elijah’s stomach flip.

“Yeah, that’s me.” He couldn’t help but laugh too.

Before either one of you could say anything else, the rest of the guys showed up at the door.

“Show time in 20. Come on.” Ryan beckoned Elijah over.

You smiled at the guys. They’d already congratulated you on your performance but it was nice to see them again.

“Good luck.” You smiled.

The rest of the band thanked you before walking off. Elijah was last to leave, his gaze lingering again. When you noticed, he quickly looked away. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

Of course you found Elijah attractive, who didn’t? But you knew guys like him. They were prone to loving the chase and nothing more. You weren’t going to give in.

At least that’s what you told yourself. It got a bit harder to keep that mindset when Elijah had you in his hotel bed, making you scream his name. He was holding you tightly like he was afraid to let go. Praises fell off his lips as though it was the best thing he’d ever experienced. And it definitely was. Elijah eventually rolled off you and you were both in a blissful state, panting heavily.

“Oh my God.” You said breathlessly.

“Yeah.” Elijah panted before laughing.

You were staring at the ceiling but he was looking at you, eyes never leaving your face. He was mesmerised by you still, even though he had you.

“I’ve wanted you for so long.” Elijah’s finger traced your cheek.

You blushed. “Yeah?”

Elijah nodded. “It was getting a bit embarrassing, in all honesty.”

“I didn’t notice.” You chuckled, still staring at the ceiling.

“I wasn’t exactly subtle.” Elijah sat up.

“You were to me.” You replied.

You both fell asleep in each other’s arms. It felt perfect, like what you both needed.

——

Waking up to nothing and cold sheets was not Elijah’s plan. You were gone, not a trace of you left. He cursed, sitting up. His mind was tainted with the memories of you last night. The way your body felt against his, the way you cried out, your scent, your touch.

Elijah checked the hotel room, praying you had just gone for a shower or something but you weren’t there.

You were gone.

The memory of you still stayed. It infiltrated his mind like a parasite.

——

Seeing you at rehearsals was like a kick to the shin. You were there, fine, acting as though everything was normal.

When your eyes suddenly met Elijah’s, you looked away.

See, you weren’t happy about ignoring him. You were scared. The thought of things going wrong made it so difficult to want more with Elijah. If you’d let it last and then something happened, it could spoil the whole tour experience. Last night was fun but you weren’t ready to let things get messy yet.

You fiddled with your guitar, strumming along. You’d noticed Elijah’s gaze but you couldn’t bear to look. Not after the way he’d made you feel. You wanted him more than anything. When he’d touched you, sparks ignited your whole body. It was like you were made for him.

“You okay?” Bobby’s voice snapped you out of your haze.

You shook your head before turning to Bobby. “Yeah, my mind’s just elsewhere.”

He wasn’t exactly convinced. He raised a brow but decided not to press further. Bobby couldn’t help but make a comment.

“Whoever they are, they’re clearly on your mind. You should just pursue it.” He smirked.

Bobby had no idea what he was saying or who he was talking about. He just seemed to know you better than you knew yourself. Of course you wanted Elijah but it was just so…messy.

“I- I’ll try.” You nodded, giving a stiff smile.

Bobby shot you a wink before walking off.

You huffed, realising it was probably time to face the reality. Not the reality you’d made, but the reality Elijah was probably facing. It wasn’t fair to throw it away without saying anything.

Your heart was going at lighting speed as you walked over to Elijah. He was trying (and failing) to not look at you.

“Elijah.” You said, feigning any shred of confidence.

His eyes were on yours instantly. His sweet, sweet eyes-

Stop.

“We need to talk.” You swallowed. “About last night.”

“There’s not much to say.” Elijah let out a scoff. “You left before I even had the chance to see your face again.”

Elijah wasn’t mad, he was just hurt. It stung enough when a girl he didn’t know would do it but you? That just felt like 100 knives to the chest.

“I freaked out.” You admitted, throwing your hands up dramatically.

His eyebrows rose, a look of disbelief. It was getting harder and harder to put up a front for both of you.

“You freaked out?” Elijah folded his arms.

“Well, you’ve got this reputation. You have a lot of girls. I knew I’d just get hurt because you didn’t want anything more. And then the rest of tour would just be so messy.” You rambled, playing with the rings on your fingers

Elijah’s heart was beating out of his chest. You wanted more?

“You want more?” He asked nervously.

“Oh God, I really am just rambling-“ You sighed but Elijah cut you off.

“No, say it. Say what you have to say.” He smirked, a cocky grin on his face.

“Oh you’re really getting on my nerves, Hewson.”

You took a deep breath, trying to still the racing thoughts and feelings.

“I like you. I want things to go further. I also want to wipe that grin off your face.” You confessed with a dramatic sigh.

Elijah was in fact grinning, an amused look on his face. Maybe his body was going into some kind of shock. Oh that would be so embarrassing if you had to see him faint. He was about to pass out.

“I like you too.” He let out a nervous laugh. “I’m grinning because I’m happy, I swear.”

Now his smile had turned into a creepy one as he tried to suppress his excitement. It looked a bit like a scary dolphin. You almost flinched.

“Stop looking at me like that!” You gasped.

“Sorry!” Elijah burst out laughing.

You couldn’t help but laugh too. You were both so on edge, so nervous to be open with each other. But this was such a precious moment. You stepped closer to Elijah, feeling the way he tensed slightly.

“You’re awfully giddy for someone who had me wrapped around their finger last night.” You smirked, folding your arms.

“Are you kidding? Last night I must’ve been so drunk in order to be so level headed.” He said once he’d calmed down from laughing.

That was true. You’d both been very drunk, your inhibitions lowered. It made it easier to be so forward.

“Me too.” You nodded.

“I’ve been crazy about you for a while now.” Elijah said, sounding a bit like a Rom Com star.

“So you said last night.” You grinned.

“I did?” His eyes widened.

“You were very forward.” You smirked.

Elijah let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck.

“You know what you said?” You asked.

“Oh God, what?” Elijah dreaded his drunken words.

“You didn’t say anything bad! You just told me ‘I think I’m falling in love with you, mi amore’.” You faked an Irish accent, giggling as you spoke.

“What? Did I actually?” Elijah wanted to die right then and there.

“I’m joking!” You rested your hands on Elijah’s chest.

The action made him tense. He suddenly felt more nervous than ever before. He couldn’t explain why, he’d been in bed with you last night!

“You just told me you’d wanted me for a while.” You giggled softly.

Elijah looked down at you, a soft smile on his face.

“You’re driving me through one hell of a storm today, love.” He chuckled, finally easing into your touch.

Your eyes met and you felt that undeniable pull yet again. You wanted nothing more than to have Elijah forever. His head dipped down, grabbing you by the waist and kissing you with a passion like never before. It wasn’t the sort of passion brought to bed, it was one that screamed of yearning and need. Your hands were still on his chest, feeling the heat from his body. It was all so perfect.

It was no doubt you lived in Elijah’s daydreams, his thoughts, his moves. But now he knew you felt the same. You were just as entranced with him. The rest of the tour was going to be so much fun.

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hi! I saw your post abt the inhaler fics and I wanted to make a request! Can you write a fic were Eli and his girlfriend(the reader) are at one of Inhalers concerts but the stage manager called in sick so the backstage crew are kinda lost? so the reader volunteers to do it, reassuring Eli that she has experience with a job like that. (maybe she jokes about being a nerdy theater kid or whatever) And then the show goes great with Eli and the boys being grateful to the reader, and maybe jokingly saying that she should help backstage more often. and of course ending while some fluff with Eli cause he's awesome.

i hope this isn't too much to ask!! sorry, this is my first time actually requesting something; and it's completely fine if you dont want to write it. thank you so much!!! have an amazing day!!❤️❤️

Hey I love this idea!!! Thanks for sending in this request xx

(I’ve not got experience with stage management, I hope this isn’t inaccurate. I just assumed what a stage manager would do?)

Hope this is good❤️

Worry No More - Elijah Hewson

Summary: what the request says!

Warnings: some kissing and a little making out, the band being super stressed

“What do you mean sick?” Ryan was on his feet, pacing round the room.

You were sat with the band backstage on the day of their Paris show. Ryan had just gotten the unfortunate call that Inhaler’s stage manager was sick with a cold. The rest of the guys listened intently, silently praying that this wasn’t true. Elijah had an arm around you but you could feel the way it tensed as he observed Ryan.

Shortly after, Ryan ended the call. Worry was plastered over his face.

“Tim’s sick, he can’t make it to the show today.” Ryan said with a huff.

“Well that’s alright.” Elijah tried to stay positive. “We know what we’re doing, we’ve done this 100 times already.”

The rest of the guys nodded in agreement, still unsure but they had no choice. How bad could it be? Elijah gave you a quick kiss on the temple before standing up.

“Let’s get this show on the road.” He clapped his hands together.

You’d never seen such a mess in your life. Despite the band’s efforts to coordinate it all, they just didn’t know what they were doing.

Bobby was running round frantically trying to find his bass.

“But it’s right here!” Josh pointed to a bass that was propped up.

“Not the right bass!” Bobby yelled as he ran everywhere trying to find the right one.

Sound crew were chasing Bobby now as he needed to have his amps altered and his earpiece fixed.

Elijah was playing the chords to ‘Dublin in Ecstasy’ on his guitar but it was hard to do over all the commotion.

Ryan’s heavy bashing of the drums only intensified this mess. Everyone was shouting over him.

Suddenly, someone fiddled with the wrong cable and it caused a screeching noise to erupt through the venue. Everyone covered their ears, grimacing at the sound. You managed to find the source of the painful noise, pulling the cable out of the jack.

“Eli!” You shouted.

Elijah was by your side in a second, a stressed look on his face.

“Yeah, love?” His voice was hoarse.

“Let me take over, I’ll do Tim’s job.” You said firmly.

“What? No offence, love, but he’s pretty qualified. You’d need some kind of experience to take over all of this.” Elijah said softly, despite all the chaos happening around.

“I have experience.” You chuckled. “I did some stage management as a student.”

Elijah’s eyes widened.

“You do? Why didn’t you say?” He was shocked.

“I don’t know, I just didn’t think my nerdy theatre kid training would be of much use today.” You sighed. “But looking around, I know what to do.”

“You’re perfect, you know that right?” Elijah grinned.

He pulled you into an embrace, peppering kisses all over your face. You giggled, playfully trying to push him off.

“My girlfriend is amazing.” Elijah squeezed you. “And a little nerd.”

Afterwards, things settled down almost instantly. It seemed to all be going smoothly. Elijah would steal quick glances whenever he could, giving you a wink.

You heard a voice from behind you whilst you were writing down a checklist.

“I can’t find my bass!” Bobby groaned.

You chuckled, turning round. He looked distraught.

“Millie will know. She was doing tuning earlier.” You reassured.

Bobby’s face lit up. “Thanks!”

You were fixing some cables backstage when you noticed Josh and Elijah approaching. They seemed to be holding some sort of headpiece. You let out a chuckle when you realised what it was for. It was a headset for you.

“Modern day tiara.” Elijah smirked, handing you the headset.

Your eyes lit up. You placed it on your head, your smile as wide as ever before.

“She’s just the cutest.” Josh smiled.

“She’s a theatre kid.” Elijah pinched your cheek.

“I feel like a princess.” You joked.

The guys laughed. Elijah snapped a photo of you like this before speaking again.

“Show time in 3 hours. Doors open in 1.” Elijah informed you.

“I know.” You smirked. “You under estimate me.”

“Ooo okay, we’ll leave you to it then.” Josh grinned.

You were now rushing round slightly, trying to get everyone organised and ready. Doors opened in 30. Despite your own inner panic, everyone seemed to be doing fine. There was nothing going wrong. It was all smooth sailing. You had your checklist and you were ticking things off as you went round. It felt good to go back to your roots. Maybe this was the career for you.

“Sound check… lights… Bobby’s bass…” You read through the list. “…playlist!”

You ran over to the sound room. The crew were there, all seeming very relaxed. Ryan was there too, speaking to one of the crew.

“Is the pre show playlist sorted?” Your eyes scanned the equipment in front of you. “I remember Elijah saying you were making a new one for today.”

Ryan’s eyes widened. “Oh god, no it’s not sorted!”

You bit your lip nervously. Think!

“I haven’t got time to do it, we need to go over ‘All I Got is You’” He panicked.

“It’s fine. Go rehearse. I’ll sort the playlist.” You assured.

Ryan raised a brow, giving you a suspicious look. It’s not that he didn’t trust you but they found their pre show playlists very sacred.

“Trust me, I know what the fans want.” You assured again.

“Alright, I’ve not no choice but to trust you.” Ryan chuckled, raising his hands in defeat.

He exited the sound room, leaving you with the rest of the crew and the playlist. You made a carefully curated playlist, adding artists that were usually listened to by Inhaler fans. Arctic Monkeys, Fontaines D.C., overpass, Wolf Alice. And of course, ‘Morning Glory’ by Oasis had to be the final song. How could you forget?

Two hours later and things were all set. The opening act had gone smoothly, no errors, nothing. You were backstage with the band now that you’d sorted everything else out. They were rearing and ready to go.

Elijah had his arm round your waist, a huge smile plastered on his face. He was so proud to call you his girlfriend. You’d stepped up in a time of crisis. For that, the band would forever be grateful.

“You’ve been amazing.” Josh said with a smile.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

“I couldn’t sit back and let you guys cause anarchy.” You giggled, earning laughter from the boys.

Elijah gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. You checked your watch. It was showtime. You pressed your headset whilst you spoke to the band.

“Showtime, guys. It should all be ready.” You said confidently.

Elijah pulled you in by the hips. “Not all ready.”

His lips were on yours, claiming you in a fierce kiss. He loved seeing you like this. Your hands were on his chest. You knew you should be pushing him away. Bobby had to pull him away by the shirt. Elijah groaned in protest.

“You can have her later. Let her do her job, and maybe you do yours?” Bobby joked.

Elijah stole one last peck before joining the guys on stage. The crowd roared with excitement. Everything was perfect. You left the wings of the stage to make sure everything was still going well.

After the show, you were stood by the stage. It had all gone exactly as planned. No technical errors. The band had performed amazingly. Everyone was relieved that it had gone so well, a thought they didn’t think they’d be having only hours ago.

When Elijah came off stage, he lifted you up off your feet and spun your round.

“You’re amazing!” He beamed.

The rest of the band and some crew members chuckled and agreed.

“Yeah, maybe you should replace Tim.” Ryan joked.

“Not a bad idea.” Bobby nodded. “She’s much cuter than him.”

Elijah put you down before judging Bobby playfully.

“You can’t have a stage manager who’s messing with the lead singer.” You pretended as if they were actually offering you the job. “I’m sorry! I can’t take the job!”

“We’re so hurt.” Josh feigned offence, clutching his chest.

“You wound us.” Ryan grinned.

“At least join us for a celebratory drink?” Josh smiled. “It’s on us. It’s the least we could do.”

You beamed. “I’d love to!”

You all headed back to the dressing room. They grabbed their jackets and belongings, getting ready for the night. When you caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflection, you saw you were still wearing the headset. You reached up to take it off.

“No. Don’t.” Elijah smirked, stopping your hand.

“Oh?” You grinned.

Elijah chuckled, his arm round you again. He turned to the rest of the guys. “Give us a minute. We’ll meet you at the pub.”

The boys exchanged knowing glances before heading out of the room.

“Did I ever tell you how amazing you are?” Elijah’s voice was hushed as he stepped closer towards you.

“Maybe once or twice.” You giggled softly.

His lips were on yours in an instant. Elijah had you backed up against the dressing room table. Your hands were on his back, holding him close to you whilst his lips devoured you. His hand reached down to your thigh, pulling it so it was around his waist. You gasped softly.

You were entranced with Elijah, practically intoxicated by his presence. You kissed him with more passion than you thought possible. Your chests were heaving with desire. A mix of emotions were washing over you. Tonight was a reminder of why Elijah…

“I love you.” He whispered.

Despite the heat of the moment, there was a vulnerability in his tone. You’d never said that to each other before. Elijah looked at you, waiting for your reaction. But you loved him, of course you did. You didn’t need to say it to know it.

“I love you too.” You finally said the words.

Elijah sighed in relief. “Thank god.”

You chuckled softly. “How could I not?”

“That’s true, I am a catch.” He rubbed his nose against your cheek.

“Come on, let’s go.” You giggled.

“Yes, boss.” Elijah saluted you. “I think you should wear the headset more often.”

“Maybe, Hewson.” You started to exit the room.

You spoke into the headset that was now turned off. “Show time in 3…2…1…”

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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.

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Me after finding out Daniel Ricciardo is ACTUALLY at the met gala

[6ebe]

Real and true 🫡

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changing my page a bit!

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Brian, teaching Freddie to drive: Okay, you're driving and Deaky and Roger walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?

Freddie: Oh, definitely Roger. I could never hurt Deaky.

Brian, massaging his temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

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John: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Roger: I'm a knife.

Brian, from across the room: He’s the little spoon.