maybe a bit of a specific request lol but can i please request eli & reader is an influencer & neurodivergent & she goes to an event without him but gets overstimulated because there’s a bunch of people & her dress is bugging her etc & he comes to get her and takes her home n makes sure it’s quiet and shit for her ??? idk maybe i haven’t worded this very great HAHAH xx
HII i love this request SOO MUCH tysm and i hope i did it justice!!! u made perfect sense dont worry
savior
elijah hewson x reader
warnings: a whole lotta fluff
summary: in ask!
You would never, in a million years have expected to be standing here. When you started posting on instagram and tiktok, you didn't think it would lead to this. You were surrounded by the most beautiful girls, with beautiful outfits, in a beautiful location.
You were one of them. In a black dress, with lace detailing the arms and bottom.
You typically didn't mind lace, but with it skin tight on your arms, it felt horrific to even move. It felt like you squeezed yourself into a condom, just an extra small lace one. The DJ who played nothing but shite wasn’t helping, in fact it caused people to shout just to be heard. It felt like your brain was in a frying pan, making you more and more agitated. You wanted to run as far away as possible from everything.
"But, honestly, I just don't think it's good enough," Jade was saying as you attempted to listen back in. It was futile though, over the noise of everyone else. She was the only girl you knew here, the rest felt like they were already in their own little packs. "You okay?" She asked, concern painting her eyes.
"It's just... a lot," You said, voice quiet. She looked around in time with you.
"Yeah. Do you want me to stop talking or... is there anything I can do for you?" She asked. She was always so helpful, but you couldn't think of anything except going home that would help.
"I think I just need some fresh air," You decided after a moment of fake thought. You didn’t want to seem quick to leave and insult her, but your brain was being frayed by everything happening. She nodded, careful not to touch you in fear of overwhelming you more.
As you navigated through the event, you were only getting worse. You couldn’t even hear yourself think with how loud everything was. The lace that clung along the bottom of your dress rubbed against your thighs in the worst way. If you could, you would stop and rip it all off. Not to mention, your shoes had started causing pain in your feet. You were moving terribly awkwardly and slowly, trying to cause yourself the least amount of pain as possible.
You found some stairs to sit on outside the venue and tried center yourself, to calm down. Still, nothing worked. You wanted to be home. You immediately thought of Eli. He would immediately understand, and often, better than yourself.
The noise of the phone ringing against your ear made you cringe and only want to dive into a hole, to be left alone. But, you knew he was your only savior.
“Hello?” He asked, finally picking up.
“Can you get me?” You asked, voice wavering.
“Of course,” He said, trying to hide the nerves that immediately bubbled up inside of him. “Are you still at that place I dropped you off at?”
“Yeah,” Your response was quiet, barely louder than a whisper.
His voice had already helped slightly, but your stress levels were in the atmosphere. It didn’t make as much as a dent in the greater scheme of emotions whirling around inside you like a tornado. Throwing a wrench at it like it wasn’t capable of mass destruction.
You closed your eyes and attempted to will away all the bad emotions before the sound of a car startled you out of it.
The singer was throwing himself at you before you could even speak. He went to wrap his arm around you but stopped when he noticed your face.
He knew that look. He knew it well. There were times things were just too much for you, and this was clearly one of them.
He forced his hands back by his side, “You wanna go home?"
You nodded and stood up. As much as he wanted to wrap an arm around you, keep you safe in his hold, he knew it was better to let you initiate that when you felt like this.
Like the gentleman he was, he opened the car door for you. Once he got in the car, he didn't turn on the radio, shockingly. He knew you wanted as little input as possible, like a song. He needed to strip back the layers of what had been recorded, to the bare bones of the song. He needed to let you be you.
You focused on your breathing, the quiet of the car making it easier for you. Eli’s here, you told yourself. You didn’t have to be on edge or fearful, yet still, the hum of the road couldn’t let you do that. It felt like the reminder of a test tomorrow, a dread that loomed no matter what you did. You needed silence.
Once you stepped into the house, you made a dart for the first thing you could sit on. You ripped off your heels in record time, cursing the strap that was on them. You questioned your earlier choices. Without asking, Eli made the move to take off your dress, unzipping it for you.
You were choking on the words you wanted to say, you wanted to say too much and could only understand so little of what was even going through your brain. Thankfully, Eli’s face was telling you he understood everything you wanted to say.
He nodded. "I'm gonna, uh... Go upstairs and grab some clothes for you, is that okay?" He asked.
You just nodded back. You owed him so much after this, you thought. But, to him, it was just a regular day. He did this not to gain something, but because he loved you. And loved being around you. Any moment that was offered to be spent with you, he took.
While he grabbed the items, you made the move to free yourself from the dress. Finally. It felt so good, like you were a butterfly who finally broke out of her cocoon. But instead of spreading your wings and flying, you were curling up away from the outside world.
You stood there in your underwear, the condom-esque dress laid in a black blob in front of you. You waited. Like your salvation, Eli descended the stairs with clothes in one hand and your weighted blanket in another. You dressed yourself and the softness of them was such a relief from what had been assaulting your skin before.
"I brought you this, if you'd like," He said, gesturing toward the blanket. You just nodded, tired from all the emotions.
You laid on the couch with it over you. Eli had his arms wrapped around you. The typically chatty boy had his mouth shut. He was so grateful to have you, and for you to let him in on such a vulnerable moment. As much as he wanted to ask if you were okay, he knew you wanted silence. It left him knowing to only speak when necessary.
There was the sound of breathing, but it was muffled by Eli holding your head against his chest. He kept one hand on the ear that wasn't being muffled by his sweater, silencing everything for you. His body was turned into your own personal pair of noise cancelling headphones and you could never convey how much it meant to you.
Your eyes got heavier and heavier. Like waves crashing onto your body, you were getting knocked down by sleep. In the comfort of your boyfriend’s arms, you felt safe enough to be able to let go.
a/n: i hope i did this justice as ik neurodivergency and what can trigger overstimulation differs so much depending on ppl! tysm for the request AND happy bday to eli!!!
eli hewson is 27 now (unc) but whilst he’s reached unc status this also means my feed on every social media is filled with pictures of him so it is a win for me today! x
for all of you that just got spoiled by my upcoming fic I have to apologize 🙏 I scheduled a fic but then it accidentally posted...i hate tumblr....it'll be out tmrw morning 😭💪💪
"What?" she asked, looking up from the little piece of dough her hands were kneading with precision. Turning the beige paste over and rolling it out, clapping one half over the other and making them melt into one round piece. Her hands and pants dipped in flour, little pieces of hair falling out from the up-do she arranged her hair in before the baking started, tickling her face. The uncomfortable feeling of it urging her to try and blow it away, the very scene that caused him to chuckle next to her.
"Nothing," he shrugged, arms crossed over his chest that was still free of dough or flour or any other ingredient she used for the cake in process. Head leaned against the kitchen cabinet they stored their good hardware in. Watching her as if it might heal the cold he caught just after coming back from a week spent on the road again.
"You know, you could help instead of just standing there like a pretty face with no hands," she said, teasing him. Moving her head to the side to still get the piece of hair our of her vicinity.
"Alright, alright," Eli mumbled. Laughing at the edge that she carried in her tone while tethering him. "Bossy." Pushing his long sleeve up to elbows, helping her move the strand from tickling her nose.
"Wash your hands first. Even when we're one household you're still infected." She pointed at him to get her point across.
Watching him as he shuffled over to the sink, moving a few of the dirty dishes and previously used baking equipment before letting the water run down his fingers and palm and let the soap mix into the cold liquid. Drying them on the towel that hung over the handle of the oven which she stood before, he wrapped his hands around her waist. Kissing her neck, breathing her in. Squeezing her once before letting go and concentrating on falling into a rhythm while the two of them started forming the dough. His hands dipping into the flour to make the rolling out part easier for her. Dapping it on the surface and her nose.
"Cut the apples, Eli," she said, trying to remove the flour from her nose with her sleeve hunched up to her elbow just like his. Still laughing at his antics but also exhausted from the hours spent in the kitchen.
"You good?" he asked, listening and moving to the other side of her but keeping his focus on her half lidded eyes and small smile she tried to keep on her lips for his sake.
"I'm fine, just tired. It's been a lot at work lately and baking—as fun and rewarding as it can be—is just taking the last bits off me," she confessed. Sliding the edge of the knife through the dough with her hand over the dull side of the blade too keep it steady. She could hear the sounds of him working steadily combined with the low music she put on halfway through the recipe.
And from there on, Eli did more than she ever anticipated him to. He buttered the tin as she turned around to ask him where it had gone from where she previously put it. He made sure the dough was nice and flat against the metal. He did all the dirty parts that would make her hands sticky. He put the form in the oven when it was ready to bake and he did all the reading while telling her what she should set each adjustment on. Letting her fall into his chest when the small hum of the heat finally took over her brain.
"It looks absolutely horrible here," she mumbled against his chest without having to look around the kitchen. Ready to push herself back up and start the cleaning process. Ready to not let herself rest once more to keep him from having to do the part no one ever wanted to do.
He knew about her habits of putting everyone else before her own needs, prioritizing them before she even considered herself. He knew how exhausting it was for her but also how she couldn't shake the guilt off if she stopped doing it. "Go sit down, watch something, don't know. I've got this." Eli gently pushed her out of the kitchen, kissing her head when she tried to argue with him. Not leaving space for an argument as he got to work. Moving around the space steadily even if it was slower due to his on-going sickness.
summary: dreading the time it takes to wash his hair, you volunteer to help
warnings: nudity (implied), teeny tiny mention of toxic masculinity
Josh's head was tilted back toward the shower head. Weekly, he was reminded of the downside of cutting his dreads- washing and wearing his natural hair took quite a bit more work. But, this time was going to be easier, as you asked to help him out.
"You don't have to," Josh said.
"I want to," You responded, "It's not an issue."
He nodded. He didn't want to acquiesce your proposal, there was something deep inside him that told him not to. Maybe that was just how he was raised. He wasn't one to let people help him, but he supposed he should for you.
So that's why he's standing here, getting his hair drenched. "Can you like... crouch down?" You asked.
"Just sit on the ledge," He said, once you followed he sat down inbetween your legs.
"Is this the shampoo I should be using?" You asked, showing it off. He nodded.
With a squirt of it into your hands, you started to scrub it into his hair. His eyes shut and he leaned back into your body. Drop by drop, stress left his body. His shoulders relaxed and he hooked his arms over your legs. For several moments, he wasn't sure whether the warm sensation in his chest was from the water hitting it or your hands in his hair.
"You need to detangle it," He mumbled, too lost in the pleasure of a rare moment of relaxation.
"Is there a brush somewhere for that?" You asked. He pointed to the caddy. Some awkward shuffling around later, you had the brush in your hand and were prepared to start detangling.
"Not like that!" Josh immediately said as you started. His body tensed back up and he was back to square one. "Brush outward, like up. Not like how you brush your hair," He explained, trying to relax again.
Softly, you spoke, "Im sorry." You left a kiss on his cheek as you followed the instructions. It felt like such an intimate moment, much more vulnerable than anything done before. He slumped back into you, creating a positive feedback loop. You kept brushing his hair, he kept falling deeper and deeper into some sort of sixth dimension. "Don't worry about it," He mumbled, only realizing he should respond after more than a few minutes.
You noted how long his hair was every time you brushed it up, his shrinkage causing it to remain close to the root. Once you were done, you tapped his shoulder to let him know to wash it out.
His hands routinely found their spot on his head, scrubbing out all the soap and making him miss your hands that were right in front of him.
"I can't remember the last time someone did this for me," He said as he sat back down. You ran the conditioner through his curls, which had been loosened from the water and shampoo.
"Really?" You were met with a hum.
"Not since I was, like, a baby."
You nodded. His hair was so soft, like a fine silk. It worked against your fingers, you brushed straight through it and it snapped back to a curl. "Did it take you this long when you had dreads?" You asked.
He responded with a shrug. "It took like... twice the time to dry. Didn't have to detangle it though. I mean, I would have to get like retwists, but…” His voice drifted off as he let you continue. There wasn’t a time that he could remember being treated as nicely as you were treating him. There was love and affection in your fingertips. All of his barbers just wanted to get it over with. With a tap to his back, he stood up and washed it out. Despite no change in the routine, his hair felt softer.
It was interesting seeing Josh’s hair like this. His curls were loosened by the water and the method of detangling he had you use. It hung down by his ears and over his forehead.
You both stepped out the shower and wrapped towels around you. When you moved in together, you splurged on some fancy towels. You supposed it was a sign of growing up, getting excited by the little things.
The guitarist grabbed the hairdryer from under the sink. There was a diffuser attachment that he would use. “Do you want me to?” You asked, having slipped into one of his shirts.
With an indifferent look on his face, he replied, “I’ve kinda got my own method. Plus you’ve done enough for me today.”
You smiled, stepping forward and meeting his lips with yours.
The living room welcomed you as you sat down and ordered food. He didn't tend to be picky, so you just settled on pizza.
Josh came back out later, with dry hair and sweatpants on. He didn't often go shirtless, but after earlier, he wanted to feel you as close as possible. He would never tell you that though, fearing it too embarrassing and complicated to convey in words. You trusted him and he trusted you, enough that you could communicate through touch alone.
Nearly autonomously, his arm wrapped around you and pulled you in. “I ordered pizza,’ You said with a peck to his lips. He hummed in response.
“Thank you,” He said.
“For?”
“My hair,” He smiled, “It's nice to have someone do something like that for you."
You were sure that there was something more to it, but you didn't push. Instead, you relaxed into his skin and let him do the same. His chest was a strong pillow, like a concrete wall made from a mold of your own body. You fit eachother perfectly, and when you looked up to his eyes, you saw your own reflection in the deep brown.
"I love you, you know that?" You asked
"Of course, I love you too." He said, staring back into your eyes.
"I just don't want you to hesitate asking for help, or letting me help you."
"I'll try," He said, looking away. He hated when you did this, confronting problems head on. You were always so good at it. Sure, he could point it out, but he had no clue where to even start to fix it.
"Just don't worry too much," You said, making him wonder if you could read his thoughts. "You stay in that head too much, and it's a real lonely place."
"I suppose so," He twiddled his thumbs, too embarrassed from all the attention and care he was receiving to look at you.
"Thank you. I'm gonna go pick up the pizza," You said, standing up, "Come with?"
"Do you really have to ask?" He remarked.
a/n: the amount of time i spent looking at photos of joshs hair to try and figure out his hair texture... anyways when are we getting his curl routine. title from chosen by blood orange
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