Summary: writing songs has always helped with understanding and digesting her emotions, until she finds herself in a situation that cannot be transcripted into words
Warnings: fluff, mentions of angst, no miscommunication but not enough communication,
Wordcount: 1.8k
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The streets were dimly lit, every second lamp turned off by the city to save energy and protect the insects living in the surrounding. The blue of her heart reflecting in the sky she was walking beneath. Her feet heavy as they made their way further away from the train station she just told him goodbye at. Arms wrapped around herself to keep his scent and touch in her vicinity.
Her head was spinning as she opened the door to her apartment only to find his ghost still lingering everywhere. The kitchen still held the smell of the coffee he made for them in the morning. Her record collection was filled with new names he picked out for her. Half her closet was his now. His dirty clothes were mixed with hers. Lyrics he wrote for her were scribbled next to her own. A duet that neither could finish in honesty but it felt right all the same.
Letting her fingers trace over his handwriting, the messy letters and crossed out words that she would remember even when he didn't believe them to be worth it.
Settling down in the spot he claimed as his own ever since he came over for the first time, her legs curled underneath herself, face pressed into the cushion that still held the scent of his cologne from the hours spent on the sofa together.
Their last meal together was packed away in Tupperware, left in the fridge to hold on for a bit longer than it normally would. Her heart felt like it was laying there next to it. Frozen up to not suffocate from his departure.
It made her feel insane. How she missed him twenty minutes after he left as if she hadn't seen him in a year. Love was that cruel, she had to admit it to herself at some point. This was love and she felt every bit of it because of him. A single individual that she knew for a few months was now the reason why she carried her head high and looked in the mirror in the morning a bit less critical.
Reaching for the notebook he bought her after she complained about her previous one running out of empty pages on their first date and she couldn't find a good enough looking replacement and the black ink pen she carried around since sixth grade.
Tapping it against one of the pages that were still patiently waiting to be filled, nothing that she thought of felt right. Nothing felt like it conveyed her feelings in the way that reflected her emotions. No words could capture her truth like they were once able to.
Songs had always been her escape. It was the medium she fell back on when her own experiences felt too big to carry them around all alone. They made her understand the world that was spinning without stopping and waiting for her to catch up. They made her understand herself.
Though now, thanks to the guy with messy brown hair and a smile that brightened all her darkest nights, she felt like not even her most trusted strategy could help her out of tragedy this time.
She tried to write it down: his smile, the feelings of his hands on her waist, the racing of her heart when she woke up and saw him still asleep next to her. The image of the sun uncovering the small amount of freckles that liked to hide away otherwise. The reoccurring dreams where he starred as the main role. How her heart felt aflame when he kissed her for the first time and every time after.
It continued like that for weeks.
Every day she sat down, his hoodie or shirt or pants over her body, the coffee his mom send them because he swore on Irish coffee beans, steaming next to her empty notebook. Every day he called and every day she told him that she missed him but never how much he affected her. And every day she gave up on it by noon, walking out into the streets and trying to get herself under control until it got too cold to wander aimlessly. Retreating back into the uncomfortable silence of her apartment, putting on one of his records and telling herself that it brought them closer together.
"Only a few more shows," he reminded her over the phone ever night. Her ear pressed close to the speaker, the sound of his voice treating up to her brain and making itself at home. The memory familiar enough to echo in her dreams like she was standing between two mountains and he was her own voice calling out. But he never came out.
And 'only a few more shows' turned into two shows two hours away. Two shows that she'd seen a million times and that her schedule had no time preserved in for her to take her car keys out of the little ceramic bowl by the door anyway and made her way down the highway. Speeding like a car with no brakes, her eyes focused on the goal. Instead, her goal were a few bearable lyrics on a sheet of paper that wouldn't end up ripped out and crumbled in frustration.
Two hours that felt like eternity as she watched the black of the TV and had to put on a cheap movie that would distract her enough to not image the turn of his keys in the door when she knew for a fact that they only finished the show. Let alone, wrapped up and went on their way, if they even got around to driving back home that day.
Closing night was a pub night that would rein in until the early mornings most times. She knew from experience how keen and eager everyone was for that last night spent together with no other worries ahead. So, she stopped pretending that the hope of his coming home early was occupying her mind more than what time she went to bed and the hours of sleep she would get that night. Staying in her place on the sofa and trying to shake out whatever came to her mind that could make her less wanting.
Dreams had often tricked her into thinking they were real, she had woken up enough times twice a night to find that the first time wasn't her at all but a dream projection of what could happen if she was in another reality. The sound of his voice was in her dreams too often to differentiate it from the real thing these days. The chain of previously imagined actions all aligning too well for her to actually be waking up in reality.
Though the silence felt too real when Eli stopped in his tracks in the living room, his gaze felt too soft to be a dream. And when she rubbed her eyes, pulling her skin down along her cheeks and jaw, the stretch was apparent in her previous state of stillness. Turning to find him staring with a soft smile on his face and approaching her too gently with too quiet feet to turn into something she'd wake up sweating from.
"Are you real?" she asked, her voice too far back in her head to count as a whisper. And when his lips pressed against her temple, they felt too real to not be anything but actually him.
Before he could answer, she was already on her feet. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pulling him down and breathing him in. The feeling of his chest pressed against hers finally making sense. A feeling that she could describe. The rapid beating of his heart against hers feeling like the bass of trumpets etching through a jazz piece. The simple vibration of his laugh setting her aflame. The feeling of his shirt over his shoulders acting like a barrier between their love. The barrier that kept her from writing. The barrier that made her go insane.
Taking his face into her hands, she pulled him into her before he could kick off his shoes. Both their bodies falling into the cushion of the sofa, his spot now theirs. Her blanket now beneath their bodies. The crumbled pieces of paper scratching along his thigh like knives. The danger of disappointment in her words that she didn't want to be true etching through the taste of each other.
"I don't want you to go again without knowing whether you'll come here or go to your own place," she mumbled against his lips, leaving enough space between them to tell him her wish but not enough to hide the tears falling down her face. The prints of her sadness carried over on his own cheeks. "I want us to have one place to go to. I want us to go to the same place."
"I don't want to go anywhere else but where you are," he confessed too. His words coming out wrecked against his heavy breathing.
"I couldn't even write when you were gone," she laughed. Pulling away to pick up a dozen ripped out pages that were mostly blacked out or even destroyed through the tip of the pen. "Nothing was able to describe what I felt. Nothing could ever describe you in the way that I see you."
"It goes both ways, love." Eli's hands moved over her hips, fingers treating beneath her shirt. The endless lines decorating his palm melting into her waist. His warmth transferring over into her chest. "I tried to write something for months and nothing comes out."
Relieved at his assurance, she fell into his chest. Head rested in the crook of his neck, eyes cast down to watch his legs move as he kicked off his shoes. His hands holding her in place as he shifted his position, both legs sprawled out over the sofa. Reaching for the book, turning the light behind him on, they went through past texts. Talking for hours about what they'd written but showed no one else, the texts they found to be too much that actually were everything they felt. Honesty was always the most scary of emotions and all they wanted was to be honest in how they felt.
Eli noticed when her breath settled, he noticed when her lashes grazed his neck and fell shut. Her fists curled into his shirt like she didn't want him to slip away in the middle of the night. Their legs tangled up together. Their hearts beating as one.
Turning off the light, reaching for the blanket abandoned on the floor and tucking her in, he felt like he could finally breath. Kissing her head, mumbling sweet nothings until he fell to exhaustion's feet and met her in dreams again.
would you be able write a fic about getting high with the lads? maybe like with the other lasses and being elis girl?
Wait I’m actually giggling over this (and it’s not like I’ve daydreamed about this before or anything…👀)
Hopefully this is as you imagined it HAHAHA (I also put my own little twist on it so hopefully that's okay xxx)
Weed Talking — Elijah Hewson
Summary: (based off request) The guys are back from tour and you invite them and some old friends over to your childhood home. Your feelings for Elijah have been around for years, but when you get high they seem to heighten, and there’s no hiding from him…
Warnings: mentions/use of weed, a few suggestive moments and thoughts, alcohol, aggressive make out sesh.
A/N: I decided to put a bit of a spin on the request just to spice it up a little bit. Hopefully that’s okay with everyone hehehe xxx
There was something about being back in your childhood home with all of them — like the years hasn't passed at all. You'd set out blankets in the back garden, grabbed spare duvets and snacks, and someone (probably Rob) had already queued the same playlist you all used when you were seventeen.
Rob's girlfriend, Martha, and your best friend, Caoimhe, were sitting cross-legged under the fairy lights you'd strung up that afternoon, passing a joint between them while Sam and Lucy argued about whether the moon looked "mystical" or "like a bad drawing." Ryan and Josh were somewhere near the fire pit your parents fitted in about a year ago now, laughing over God knows what, and Elijah...well, Elijah was beside you.
Too close, maybe. His leg pressed lightly against yours, neither of you shifting away. The weed had hit (so did the whiskey), mellow and heavy, and your whole body felt like it was floating. But your mind — your mind was doing somersaults.
You could smell him. That same cedarwood-after-smoke scent he always carried, always just barely there. And you shouldn't notice that, shouldn't care. But the warmth pooling low in your stomach said otherwise.
"You're quiet," Elijah said suddenly, voice low like a secret.
You glanced at him. His eyes were red-rimmed and a little glassy, his curls a mess from when he kept running his hands through them. He looked unfairly good. Not even in a rockstar way — just...him. Familiar and infuriating and heartbreakingly safe.
"Just thinking," you said, blinking up at the stars like they could save you from the daydream you were slipping into.
"About?"
You should've lied. You should've said something dumb — the stars, Lucy's nonsense, or how Josh still couldn't roll a proper joint. But you were too high for that kind of finesse.
"You."
He tilted his head, his expression unreadable in the low light. "Yeah?"
You gave a half-shrug, suddenly feeling exposed. "Dunno. Just...It's weird, isn't it? How we've all known each other forever, but sometimes I look at you and it feels like I'm seeing you for the first time."
He didn't answer right away. He just stared, eyes dropping to your mouth for half a second too long, before flicking back up to your eyes.
The air thickened. Like summer heat before a thunderstorm.
"Eli," you said, voice soft, guilty even. "I probably shouldn't say any more."
"Probably not," he agreed.
Neither of you moved.
The laughter in the background faded to a blur, the music distant. Everything felt underwater. Too slow. Too much.
You imagined his hands. On your hips. On your neck. Tangled in your hair. You imagined saying fuck it and kissing him, right there, while everyone else was too stoned to care. You imagined him pulling you into his lap and whispering the things you wanted to hear but could never ask for.
You looked away,
"God," you muttered under your breath. "I need water or I'm going to say something really fucking stupid."
Elijah laughed. Quiet, low, raspy.
"I'd probably say something worse."
Your gaze snapped back to his, and this time you didn't look away.
There was something unspoken hanging there — thick, heavy, humid — suspended in the summer air and the smoke curling lazily around the two of you.
He leaned in just a little, breath brushing your ear as he whispered, "Tell me later."
Your heart stuttered.
And maybe it was the weed. Maybe it was the years of almosts. Maybe it was everything finally catching up with you.
But in that moment, your daydreams didn't feel so far from reach anymore.
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The night had slipped into that dangerous kind of blur — too many joints lit at once, whiskey glasses way too full, everyone too relaxed, too loud, too far gone.
Caoimhe was giggling at something Josh had muttered under his breath, their shoulders pressed against yours like bookends holding you up. But across the fire, Elijah hadn't laughed in minutes.
His eyes were on you. Still.
It was relentless. His stare wasn't subtle, wasn't gentle. It burned. Possessive. Heavy. The kind of look that sank into your skin and didn't let go. He didn't care who saw it. His glass was low in his hand, fingers loose, his star ring catching the firelight — and still, all his attention was on you.
You shifted under it, tried to laugh at something Rob said, tried to focus on Martha gripping Rob's arm while she stared at him like he hung the moon just for her. But it was like Elijah's gaze was pulling at the hem of your linen button up shirt, trailing down the slope of your shoulder, setting fire to the inside of your throat.
You couldn't take it anymore.
"I—uh—water. Need some water," you said, voice too sharp, too fast. You were on your feet before anyone could respond, your steps uneven as you practically bolted into your house.
The kitchen lights were too bright. The cold water from the tap hit your glass in a hiss, and you drank it like it might save you. But it didn't. You slammed the glass down harder than you mean to, chest rising and falling like you'd run a marathon.
Head in your hands. Elbows digging into the marble counter. You squeezed your eyes shut.
"Get a grip," you whispered to yourself. "He's your friend. He's always been your friend. Just your friend."
But your body didn't feel like it got the memo. It was still humming, charged. And your mind — your mind was deeper in the gutter, imagining things that you couldn't un-imagine.
The sliding backdoor squeaked.
You didn't need to look up to know who it was.
He didn't say anything at first. Just walked in and shut the door behind him like it was nothing. Like you weren't about to combust.
When you finally looked up, he was leaning against the wall, hands in the pockets of his black jeans, curls messy, whiskey eyes locked on yours.
"You alright?" he asked. But he knew the answer. You could see it in his stupid, knowing smirk.
You let out a humourless laugh, still breathless. "Not really, no."
He pushed off the wall and walked toward you, slow like he was giving you a chance to run. You didn't.
"You left in a bit of a hurry," he said, voice lower now, almost careful. "Did I... do something?"
His eyes searched your face, softening just enough to make your stomach flip.
"You know you did," you whispered, too honest, too wrecked to lie. "Back there. What you said — how you said it, about me telling you what I was thinking later. You can't just... do that."
He stepped closer. You didn't move.
"I meant it. I always want to know what your thinking. I always have."
That was it.
That was the thing that broke you.
One second you were staring at him — at his flushed cheeks and parted lips, his chest rising slow like he was trying to keep it together too — and the next, your hands were in his shirt and your mouth was on his.
It was messy, immediate. Years of repressed feelings, passing glances, drunken almosts, and high-stoned fantasies crashing into one kiss that was too much and not enough at the same time.
He kissed you like he'd been waiting. Like he'd thought about it every night on every tour. Like he couldn't believe it was actually happening. His hands gripped your waist, pulled you flush against him, and you gasped into his mouth, already dizzy from everything — the weed, the whiskey, him.
His lips trailed down your neck, teeth grazing just enough to make your knees weaken. Your hand tangled in his curls, the same ones you'd watched him push back over and over, wondering what they'd feel like between your fingers.
You were halfway up on the counter before either of you realised it — clothes still on, but the tension electric, skin burning. It was like every fantasy you'd buried under years of friendship had broken the surface all at once.
When he pulled back, just barely, his breath hit your lips.
"This isn't just the weed talking, right?"
You shook your head, whispering, "No, it's not."
He nodded, like that was all he needed, and kissed you again — deeper this time. Slower.
And you knew it then and there, that there was no going back after this.
genuinely attached at the hip (dare i say enmeshment)
his love language is quality time or physical touch
he goes all out for birthdays, anniversaries, etc.
he loves doing all the corny couple things, the only issue is that he is terrible at all of those things
ice skating together which ended in him refracturing his rib. a pottery date in which, despite wearing an apron, you both ended up caked with clay. he has spent so much money at the fair trying to win you a stuffed animal
he's very clumsy
speaking of money, he likes to spend it on you (ik that bono money is good)
hair, nails, souvenirs, anything you want
and back to bono, you get along super well with his family. they saw him trailing you around like a lost puppy and just knew you are the one
you hang out with his siblings solo all the time. you stream jordan's music, watch eve and john's movies/shows
you fall asleep on facetime together while he's on tour
he has a hard time coming down from a show, so just hearing you breathe and seeing your face, even through a screen is amazing.
when you facetime normally, he holds the phone so close to his face like some grandpa just because he cant be bothered with holding his phone up
when you come with him on tour, it makes his year
hes very big on pda, he wants at least one part of his body touching yours at all times
an arm over you, holding hands, hand on your back, little kisses, etc.
he doesnt see a reason to hide his love for you
this goes for social media too, he loves posting you
he loves spooning, especially to fall asleep (see that one photo of him sleeping cuddling a pillow)
i dont think he has a preference with little or big spoon though
he steals YOUR clothes
a shirt of yours goes missing for three weeks then you see a video of him on stage just sweating it out
good luck getting it back (spoiler alert: you ARENT)
Ryan
half of your texts are just sending selfies back and forth to eachother
he also sends you songs that remind him of you (mainly love songs)
he has a tattoo dedicated to you or matching with you
he's a words of affirmation guy
you get handwritten letters and paragraphs from him all the time
he's also a foodie. whenever you travel, he's already mapped out the places where you are eating
loves a movie date too, but he always buys too many snacks and you both leave with tummyaches
you also spend at least an hour talking about the movie before writing your letterboxd reviews
you're the couple that friends trust to babysit/dogsit
he's such a good caregiver both for dogs and kids, but also to you.
when you're sick or on your period, he goes all out. ordering food, putting on your favorite movies, you aren't getting out of bed on his watch
he's fine with pda but it's not something he tends to initiate unless you ask for it
he does post you on his socials a lot, he just wants to brag about how perfect his partner is
he's also one of those people who get really hot when they sleep, so he tends to stay away from cuddling you to sleep.
that being said, he does love when you fall asleep on him (even if he'll move you once he starts to sweat)
back to the dogs, you two probably tried to foster some
you failed and fell in love with the first one you ever fostered
now you have a puppy running around your home, but ryan's just as energetic as that puppy so it evens out
there's a perfect mix of joking around and serious conversations between you two
Bobby
He's also a foodie. But, in the sense that he really likes cooking
his love language is acts of service
and he acts like a housewife- cooking and cleaning for you
this being said, he cannot have you in the kitchen at the same time as him nor can he bake to save his life
you're like his stylist. you do his hair (dying and braiding it), you've done his makeup (eyeliner for gigs- shoutout ella for putting that idea in my mind)
he really likes it when you play with his hair, especially if you've gotten your nails done
there's a lot of arcade dates
he's so competitive
if you're not a video games person, he makes you one. (he doesn't let you win)
there's a lot of play fighting and wrestling in your relationship too. you guys like making fun of eachother (lightheartedly ofc)
occasionally it goes too far and you guys need to re-establish boundaries
if you come with him on tour, he takes you to all the tourist attractions
lots of museums and sightseeing
he's great at impressions and making you laugh
when sick/on your period, he's always distracting you with some antics
he loves sleeping on you. its often that you wake up with your arm numb from him or having his hair in your face and him on your chest.
he's probably taller than you, so you steal his shirts for nightgowns.
there was a time when you got into an argument and he put your favorite snack on the top shelf so you had to ask him to get it for you.
you realized you underestimated his stubbornness
Josh
the sweetest ever
before he cut his hair, he tried to convince you to teach yourself to retwist his dreads (using youtube)
his love language is physical touch
it's not like eli with how he needs you touching him, but josh feels more comfortable with you
you make him feel more confident also, especially while preforming if you're watching him
a lot of record shop dates, going to gigs and on hikes
he is an alltrails demon, though if you haven't gone on a lot of hikes, he'll only choose easier ones for you.
when your feet hurt, he'll carry you (both on hikes and standard outings)
he loves taking his camera and taking photos of you instead of the views
he's got over a thousand photos of you, off guard, or posing
he's the dream instagram boyfriend
speaking of insta, he doesn't post you on it unless you insist
he wants your relationship to be as private as possible
but with that being said, he's okay with pda. never like anything too crazy, but he's almost always holding your hand
he tends to be a bit more of a homebody, he doesn't frequent pubs as much as the other guys
he hates when you get sappy, which is just all the more motivation for you to do it for birthdays and anniversaries
he also shies away from being sappy towards you. he loves you a lot but just can't put it into words
he gives you a lot of hugs though, they swallow you whole
there's been times when he comes home from tour and just flops ontop of you. no matter how long you want to stay, you have to tell him to move as he is a large muscular man who is heavy.
and he's probably bigger than you, so you steal his shirts all the time
he loves when you sleep on him or being the little spoon (have we seen all those photos of his waist being grabbed?)
a/n: short lil headcannons bc i was bored, i actually really liked making these!
❛ ⸺ rockstar!bf x rockstar!gf .ᐟ.ᐟ ꒰ reader is inspired by olivia rodrigo and implied to be irish꒱
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youraccountxx been writing lately xx new things coming & if u haven't already, go grab your tickets for @/inhalerdublin !!! i better see you there (or else)
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user: OMG THIS IS SO EXCITING!!!!! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOREVER
ynfan4ever: guys i think the new album is going to be pink!! she's been wearing a lot of pink during recent interviews.
scottstr33t: i'm gonna miss the purple
user: GUYS THAT IMAGE??? IS THAT AN MV COMING???
chappellroan ohhh!!! ❤️❤️
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youracountxx congratulations @/inhalerdublin on the release of this absolutely banger of an album. the lads have been working very hard on this, so please go give them loads and loads of luv.
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inhaler.and.ynfan: soo good to see that eli has good inspiration for his songs. please keep him writing queen
youracountxx: haha, i may or may not have helped them with a few things here and there...you will have to listen and guess which chorus i wrote and which riff is actually my guitar.
carpenterlcver: i love how they support one-another. i remmember eli posting some stuff when she announced 'drop dead' a few months back.
inhalerdublin: She's right. Listen to her.
bobbyskeetz Best album you'll ever hear.
youraccountxx: ok i wanted to give u a shoutout but let's not exaggerate.
ynmywife: inhaler is nice, but when are YOU releasing that album 🤨
youraccountxx: i'm not telling. you just gotta stay tuned....
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youracountxx: leeds, oh my god!!! you guys were amazing. i still get giddy every time i get to play at stages this big, even more when the crowd is full of people who know the lyrics to every song. thank you always and forever for your love.
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elijahhewson: ❤️⭐️
usertwo: I was there last night!!! she changed some of the lyrics to brutal 😕 she's grown so much since releasing that song omg my girl
sabrinacarpenter: best girl ever, you were amazing as you always are.
says the queen herself!!!
yourbestfriend: i am incredibly proud of you. i always knew you were going to be big, even when we were teens and you played covers in the school. you have so much passion and love for your art.
youraccountxx: in tears. i adore you with all my soul.
yourbestfriend: love you more. 🥹
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youraccountxx: life lately. touring is fun, but sometimes all a girl needs is her hometown.
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yourbestfriend: so good to have you back angel
youracountxx: i missed u so much
elisstartattoo: eli what are you doing....
jordanjoyhewson: you can come hang out now that you're around....
youraccountxx: i absolutely will. missed u and eve so much.
sunk1ssses: SHE'S SO GORGEOUS OH MY GOD 😫😫😫
useruser: home town, uh huh. more like boyfriend. we have seen the pictures ma'am...
youraccountxx: 🤫🤫
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youraccountxx: I have teased you guys enough. my new single 'drop dead' comes out 2nite !!!
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radvxz: bangers bangers !!
elijahhewson Best girl, best music.
youraccountxx: ilysm 💓💓💓
ynmywife: drop dead??? oh she's in loveee.
evehewson: so excited ✨️
aimee's note: hi hello hi... this was my first attempt at a smau, and my second time writing for eli. i had loads of fun and i hope u can enjoy this.
summary: A girl celebrating her birthday meets a guy celebrating his new album.
authors note: this is a random blurb that I wrote for funsises! Lmk if you guys enjoy and maybe I will write more. :)
Sweaty bodies grind up on each other—multicolored LED lights flash; purple, to blue, back to purple. The air is thick, yet most people are far too drunk to care. In the corner by the bar, a party of twenty-somethings all taking birthday shots. They cheer as they take in the pure liquor, vodka. A brunette girl wearing a “birthday girl” sash scrunches her face. Vodka was never her favorite but it sure did make her feel ecstasy. She's surrounded by her four best friends, celebrating the year's most important day. They cheer in excitement, already feeling wasted.
On the other side of the club, a group of twenty-something Irish men, sitting in a booth. Why were they at the club? They honestly didn’t know. They were far more accustomed to pub life if anything. Maybe it was to celebrate their near-finished album, which they had just finished recording for. Thirty songs in total, only nearly half would make it on the final product. The blonde bassist and the lead singer get pulled onto the crowded dance floor by their girlfriends, there to support their boyfriends and have some fun.
The drummer, never one for club culture, found himself walking to the bar in an attempt to order a red wine. The guitarist follows along, he already has a drink in hand, a beer. The birthday girl gets pulled onto the dance floor by her friends, ready to let loose to the random Lady Gaga-Bruno Mars remix playing. They sandwich themselves near the Irish lads, dancing awkwardly with their girlfriends. The birthday girl dances around without a care, her arms flailing around in the air. She felt the music in every cell in her body. Hungry eyes watch her like mountain lions spotting a naive fawn. She has no care. From the bar, the guitarist scans the dance floor, trying to spot his friends. Meanwhile, the drummer is going on about the awful transition from “Just Dance” to “24K.”
The guitarist finds his friends, having fun in the middle of the dance floor. The lead singer and his girlfriend sway to the music like it’s jazz. The bassist and his girl go ham, jumping around. He smiles at the sight. His eyes navigate to the eyes watching him. Her honey-brown eyes and full lashes pulled him in. She continues to dance with her friends, now feeling the need to impress the handsome stranger. He smirks as she moves around without a care, noticing her sash and the way her hair remains flawless. Her eyes navigate back to him, who continues to look in her direction. She says something to her friends, leaving the dance floor.
As she approaches the musician, he gulps, never feeling this nervous to talk to a woman before. She stops right in front of him. The brunette girl was never one to be so bold, but that’s the wonder of liquid courage. “You’re staring,” She says. His eyes were comforting like a cup of tea on a cold rainy day. He doesn’t know how to respond to her, his beer was not helping his brain function. “What’s your name?” She asks, trying to get more of a read on the mysterious man standing at the bar with a beer in his hand. “Josh,” She smiles at his response. “Dylan,” He smiles at her response. Somehow, she managed to make a boyish name sound effortlessly cool and feminine. “Happy Birthday,” He says referring to her sash. She graciously accepts his kind words.
The drummer sitting right next to them, watches in confusion, not realizing that his friend was no longer listening to his rant about terrible club remixes. The bassist in the crowd also notices his friend's interaction with the flirty girl, who’s playfully touching his friend's arm. “Looky there,” He nudges the lead singer. All eyes were on the guitarist and the birthday girl, standing at the bar. “You’re friends are staring,” She giggles. Josh nervously looks around, spotting three pairs of eyes on him. They quickly divert their eyes, not trying to ruin his moment. “And yours are jumping around like maniacs,” They look over to her best friends, who looked like they got stuck in a tornado. Messy hair and wrinkled clothes are the outcome of their drunk dancing.
“What are you doing here on a Friday night Josh?” She quizzes him. The girl had met her fair share of club rats. They were for everybody and anybody which she didn’t like. He seemed to be the opposite of that. He seemed fairly reserved. He for sure wasn’t dressed for the club, sporting a casual flannel and baseball cap. “Celebrating I guess.” She giggles at his answer. For someone “celebrating,” he didn’t look to be having much fun. “Do you dance?” Her fingers delicately grab his hand. He shakes his “no,” but the girl still pulls him away from the bar. They find a spot away from their friends, entering their own world. An annoying remix of a Snoop Dogg song plays, the blue lights get darker, and her arms find themselves around his neck. His arms snake around her waist, touching the exposed skin of her lower back. His hands are cold. Her hips move sensually to the pounding music, merely grazing his jeans.
Josh’s heart pounds as he dances with the intoxicated girl. She turns around, her back to his chest. She lets the music rule over her body as she claims his body as hers to dance on. His hands roam her body, doing his best to dance along with her. The birthday girl can feel the shots she’s taken leaving her system, he was sobering her up.
She turns back around to look at him once again. Her hands feel on his beard, it complimented his face wonderfully. She pulls him in, their lips interlocking. His pace is slow and rough compared to hers, rushing the kissing. She matches his tempo, their lips working in perfect harmony. His beard felt rough on her delicate skin. She breaks the kiss, her eyes searching his. With a lustful smile on both of their faces; he grabs her hand, leading her out of the club.
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hiii ofc!! so since i did a smau x written fic for bobby i decided to do a full smau, hope thats ok with u! also i added some f1 babies in here cs why not JAJA. and by all means lovies, send more reqs!!! ♡
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yourusername in honor of me ruining my own soft launch, im happy to give u "sweet nothing" ft the taylor swift (thank u tay for agreeing) for my babygirl (thx josh for spoiling the surprise.) this song represents the small things this man has done for me that makes me happy in the world. eli ur kind words, pretty smile, and calmness that comes with being with you makes everything right in the world. thank u for loving me.
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Summary: When Eli comes back from tour they feel like strangers, the longer he stays, the closer they get again
Warnings: fluff, consumption of alcohol, lots of dialogue
Wordcount: 2.1k
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It shouldn't feel as apprehensive as it did while she waited by the exit of the airport. Her own plane having landed twenty minutes earlier and now she was stuck waiting for him.
Sitting by the door, the Spanish coast and salt air already filling her nose whenever someone opened the door to leave. She'd seen people laugh and cry, hug and fall to the floor. Some were fighting already though that would soon pass, as soon as the sun shone down on them and they could see the ocean. She'd seen it all, the good and the bad, in only a few minutes. There were so many people around, she could see it all.
The whole world was spinning the longer she waited, leg bouncing with anxiety and her heart hammering against her chest as if to break free was the only way for it to keep on beating. The only way for her body to function when it came to him was for her heart to be left out of the affair.
It was a tender subject whenever he came back from home. Normally they would rot away together, normally it would only be a couple weeks they hadn't seen each other. Though now they were separated for over three months and phone calls and text messages could never make up for the feeling he got when his eyes scanned the arrival hall, searching for one person in particular.
She'd spotted him long before he had the time to look around the whole place. Knees buckling as she made her way over, luggage abandoned at her seating place, throwing her arms around him with a force that almost knocked him over.
She swore she'd never be one of those people to make a dramatic scene out of meeting someone again though now it felt different. It felt different. To hold on to him was like breathing in the air that kept her alive. The tears weren't spilling yet though she could feel the emotions rising up her throat.
"Oh god, I missed you," she mumbled into his neck, feeling him pick her up. Never taking his arm from around her waist or his lips from her shoulder as he carried her back to her bags. Setting her down just as she came back to her senses. Imagining what they must have looked like, she stepped back. Just enough to take in his appearance but still feel too far away for him. Tucking her back into his side, Eli kissed her head.
"I missed you too, love," he mumbled, taking her bag without question and guiding her outside.
The sun was already devastating for eight in the morning. Shielding his eyes, he tried making out the signs, the car he rented already waiting on the parking lot. Picking up the keys and making their way over, neither had to say anything for it to feel normal. It was almost like they were never separated.
The air was flowing through her hair as he drove. Running her hands through the strands to keep knots from forming. It felt easy. Life felt easier once he was back by her side, once she didn't have to worry whether he slept enough or drank enough or still fell in love with her on the daily. She had felt it fade before. The longing for him, the aching of her heart when he didn't call for a few days. But it never disappeared; not when he still came to her in her dreams and stayed throughout the morning until she opened her eyes.
But now—with the sun shining down on her, forming shadows of her movement—he was there with her and she never wanted it to be another way.
The waves could be heard from their terrace. Opening the big glass door, she stepped out into a world that felt more like a dream than reality. Watching palm trees bent over her head and offer her a shadow to rest under. The sky was as blue as the water, the reflection making the two bleed together in perfection. No spec of colour made her able to tell where one started and the other one ended.
Eli stood by the door, leaning against the wooden frame as he watched her take it in. It was what she had talked about for weeks already. A place where they had to be no one but themselves and slowly, one by one, he dreamed of the same dream. An island somewhere where no one knew their names. A house they had no pictures of their past framed in. No shadows lingering in the corners of their rooms.
The sky was bleeding into the mountains as they went out of the house again. The sheets twisted and half hanging from the mattress. Shirts and bottoms and dresses laying on the floor that never looked right until she found something that made him stare in wonder.
With their hands intertwined, her cheek pressed against his shoulder, they walked down streets whose name they weren't aware of. He talked about the tour while she cut in every now and then with anecdotes from her own life that he'd missed. Catching up on time they could never re-imagine. It was done and they had no chance of pulling the other into a memory they would never be part of.
And as much as it hurt, it also gave them something. A sense of what their time together meant for the long run. She had toned her hair into a colour that he would only ever see through a camera lens. He had grown a beard as much as he could before she forced him to shave it off even when she never could feel it in real life, she already knew that it would be horrible to kiss him with it.
"I don't mean to be dramatic," he started, knocking his hip against hers as they went down a steep hill. Laughing when she slightly stumbled to the side but quickly pulling her back. "Paris with you would've been nice. The crowd was amazing and the city's beautiful."
"We've been there twice already," she reminded him, knitting her eyebrows together in confusion, trying to suppress the laugh that threatened to spill from her lips at the tone he said it with. The frown on his face a clear hint of evidence for his disappointment.
"Yeah but without you it feels different. Less like the city of love," he shrugged, tightening his hold on her hand.
"You literally say that about every city I don't visit with you."
"Only this time it fits."
The table reserved for two had been waiting for them since two weeks before, cutlery neatly decking the embroidered cotton cloths. The glistening sliver metal reflecting the rich lights hanging over them. Hands intertwined, menus exchanged and tastes specified, she could only see what she's been missing out on for the past few months. The low giggle and shy shake of his head whenever a comments of hers made him blush and he tried hiding it, regardless of how many times she's already seen it happen. The slow brush of his finger over her knuckles when he could feel the pressure of the setting coming down on her. The way he didn't wait for the waiter to turn to her before ordering her food too.
The wine made them feel immortal in a world filled with foolish mundane creatures.
"I don't think Paris would've been better than this," she confessed, the meal almost halfway done. The heat from outside dying down, making her shoulders relax at the new friction of clarity that occupied her mind and body. Twirling the fork in her fingers, musing the what if's and comparing them to what is.
"Really?" Eli asked surprised, dabbing the edges of his mouth with the napkin to give her his full attention without feeling disrespectful. "How come?"
"I mean, Paris is nice, don't get me wrong. But all we do there, we can do here as well but with a sense of quiet that I never really got to taste in a city as big as it is." Shrugging, going back to her food, her foot knocking against his by accident but staying put close to his ankle on purpose. "I don't need all the lights and big names above stores or on hotel buildings. I just want you."
Falling into the quiet of the night, the distant chatter of busy streets fading further the longer they stumbled down alley ways together, cheap wine buzzing through their systems.
"Let's go to the beach," Eli said absentmindedly, taking their intertwined hands and lifting them over her head so his arm could wrap itself around her waist. Pulling her closer, making them stumble and almost fall with laughter.
"What do you want at the beach it's…" Trailing off with her eyes focused on the moon, she tried figuring out the time based on where it was standing above them. "Close to midnight."
The guess was vague, it wasn't even correct, but in their state of minds, neither could care about the time around. It was whatever they wanted it to be.
"Don't know," he said, passing by the place they stayed in and following the best route they figured out to go to the beach. "Don't care." Arriving at the border where concrete turns into sand and soon sand will become water, he kicks off his own shoes before bending down and helping her get rid of her shoes as well. Looking up, eyes half lidded through his lashes and low hanging lids. Blinking up as if he couldn't believe she was real. "Do you?"
Leaving her shoes disregarded by his feet, the footprints in the sand are the only hint at her existence when he comes back to his senses.
Taking her belongings with him, making sure sand doesn't stick to any corner, he follows her. Watching her silhouette as it became bigger and bigger in his vision, the moonlight falling on the sea in front of her. Contrasting her to the rest of the world. Making her easy to find.
Walking closer, letting their shoes fall and tangle up together, he could hear her voice croaking out of her lungs as she spotted his feet next to hers. The water washing away any second thoughts.
"I don't mind that we spent time apart every once in a while," she confessed, hugging herself in an attempt to make her words sound less harsh now that she spoke them out loud. "I like coming back to you or you coming back to me, knowing that nothing has changed instead of always being together and not noticing that things have changed. I like being able to want you and miss you and think of you without you being there or having the choice to see you in a matter of five minutes because what if I don't make that choice anymore at some point?"
Turning to him, he was already looking at her. Eyes drained on the emotions beyond her face. The way her fingers itched and cramped to touch him. The way her lips slightly parted when she wanted to say more but knew she shouldn't. The way her arms tightened their hold around herself subconsciously.
"I don't want to sound mean," she added.
"You aren't."
"I only thing that distance can also mean growth and consolidation for two people."
Taking her hands from around her body and bringing them up to her lips, he mumbled his next words into her knuckles. Making sure that she can feel his honesty through her bones through to her heart. "I'm not mad at you for thinking this way. It makes sense."
Intertwining their hands, resting them against the side of his face. "I know how you're feeling because I feel the same. All the hectic and longing and short term miseries feel worth it because I know that I'll get to hold and love you at the end of it all. When life becomes too real, too sharp, you're always there to keep my head over-water."
Pulling her into his chest, his lips resting on the crown of her head, neither tried saying something that wasn't worth mentioning. They didn't need words for what they already knew by a simple touch and look in the eye.
"Lets go back," he offered, moving away just enough to look at her. Cradling her face in hopes of getting her smile back on his face.
Shaking her head gently, she held him back from turning away, saying, "Lets stay for a bit longer."
Settling into the space before the coast, watching the waves hit the shore as if they were their unsaid words, holding each other as if they were slowly melting together.
