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kindestofkings · 6 months

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photographer era [2]

my lovelies this is a long one so get yourself a cuppa and hopefully enjoy!

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inhalerdublin A huge honour to be bringing our show to @officialslanecastle this summer to support the one and only @harrystyles. We should definitely shower for this one X

See you there.

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inhalerfan1 man this is so cool

yourusername WOOO ill get the boas !! @joshjenkinson_ @bobbyskeetz @elijahhewson @ryanmcmahon_15

bobbyskeetz oh lets maybe not do that

yourusername damn my small indie band aren't that small anymore

inhalerfan2 such a mood lol

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yourusername these lads are about to SLAY Slane castle !!

📸 are all me baby ;))

inhalerfan1 AHH they were so so great

inhalerfan2 oh come on look at that first pic of eli, if thats not love I dont know what is !

inhalerfan3 they are making it hard to not ship em inhalerfan4 that your honour is two oblivious people IN LOVE (liked by bobbyskeetz)

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inhalerdublin We’ll never be able to fully recover from the experience of playing Slane Castle yesterday. Thank you to @harrystyles for having us open for him in such a legendary place. And to every one of you who sang our songs back to us.

See you in November Ireland x

📸 @lewevans and @yourusername

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lewevans some gig!

thescriptofficial Scenes !!!!

inhaler2 inhalerry photo when? (30 likes )

inhaler1 @username you take the best pics of them please please go on tour with them!!

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inhaler2 will ONE of you close the deal , for the sake of your fans !! joshjenkinson_ @elijahhewson for the fans.... inhalerfan3 so unserious you forget they just played SLANE

harrystyles, anthonypham and lloydddddddddddddddd followed you!

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yourusername photos of THE harry styles that I took... me cause I met harry styles over the weekend

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ryanmcmahon_15 your supposed to be our photographer

bobbyskeetz welcome home cheater

elijahhewson is one lead singer not enough for you ??

yourusername ..... yourusername you start dancing like that THEN we'll talk elijahhewson 💔💔

lloyddddddddddddddddd coming for my job but the pics are so good ill let it slide

yourusername yeah im obsessed with you and your employer please hire me <33 yourusername i can boot scoot like a pro (liked by harrystyles and hshq)

elijahhewson

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elijahhewson was a good weekend I'd say

yourusername wow yes well done that caption reaffirmed how cool you are !!

yourusername YOU JUST PLAYED SLANE YOU CAN BE HYPED evehewson such a loser

joshjenkinson_ did you do it for the fans ??

ryanmcmahon_15 👀👀 bobbyskeetz 👀👀 yourusername he did it for the fans FINALLY

inhalerfanupdates

inhalerfanupdates photos of eli and @ yourusername have been leaked over the last few days .... are we still saying they're just friends?

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inhaler1 if I didnt think they were in love before I sure do now

inhaler2 literal evidence of my parents in love <33 inhalerfan3 for real I feel so passionately about these strangers

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yourusername slow down more like .. go down/ soft sound/ midnight/ car lights ....

my idiot (lovable) friends are now my employers cause im joining them on tour in europe ahhh, a professional photographer some may say

bobbyskeetz war is fucking over we got ya

ryanmcmahon_15 about time!! gonna be lethal

lewevans ohh yeah cannot wait to see you in action!

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yourusername too kind <33

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authors note: ahhh part 2 which will probs flop, shes a long one! hope y'all enjoyed, please please enlighten me on your thoughts <33

#inhaler band #elijah hewson imagine #inhaler dublin #elijah hewson fanfic #elijah hewson x reader #elijah hewson #fake instagram #fake insta post

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killersfool · 6 months

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

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

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

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

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

spending valentine’s day together!

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

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

telling each other how much they love them

them cuddling in bed and pulling eachother closer

hope these spark your writing :))))

Kiss It Better | ELIJAH HEWSON

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

PAIRING: elijah hewson x f!reader

WORDS: 1.5k

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

GENRE: hurt/comfort, fluff

WARNINGS: references to throwing up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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msmoony7 · 4 months

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Inhaler holiday show with Eli Hewson

Summary: your boyfriend’s band performs their final show of the year

Word Count: 420

12 days of fics

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“Good luck tonight,” you say, kissing your boyfriend on the cheek.

“Thanks, love. I’ll see you after the show.” He gives you one final hug and walks onto the stage with the rest of his band to perform their final show of the year. After many long months of touring, following them for some and being apart for some more, you were excited for them to have a little break. For themselves, but also to be able to spend some much needed time with your boyfriend.

They play a few songs before Eli finally introduces the band to the crowd.

“How are we all feeling tonight?” he shouts at the crowd and is met by cheers in response.

“Thanks for coming out so close to Christmas, you all look great tonight. Let’s keep this party going.”

The band starts playing their next song and the crowd starts singing along. Everyone in the audience is dressed for the occasion. Everyones dressed in reds and greens and golds, and Santa hats fill the crowd. At one point, Santa hats are thrown up onstage and Eli and his bandmates put them on, earning a roar from the crowd.

The band plays their final song before the encore and they come offstage for a few minutes. Eli looks gorgeous in his jeans and white tank top, you can’t believe how lucky you are to be his girlfriend.

“You’re great out there,” you say to Eli, “Go on, finish the show.”

He pulls you in for a deep kiss and goes back on stage to play the final two songs.

“We’re gonna play a few more for you. Thanks for coming out tonight and giving us a great year. We’re gonna take some time off, but we’ll see you all very soon.”

The crowd is the loudest you’ve ever heard it. Finally, the boys finish the show and Eli comes off stage and wraps you in his arms. You can feel the adrenaline radiating off him, knowing this is exactly where he belongs.

“I’ll never get tired of watching you perform. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks, baby. This break is gonna be so nice, I’ve missed being with you.”

“Missed you too,” you say into his chest, “you deserve some rest, this years been crazy.”

“Yeah, I know. C’mon, let’s go home.”

The two of you exit the venue and start making your way to your shared home. This year has been amazing, but you can’t wait to see what your future with Eli holds.

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kindkingsarchieve · 6 months

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photography era

inhaler x reader (platonic)

potential elijah hewson x reader (romantic) ??

reader is childhood bestfriends/ who doubles up as their occasional photographer, who the lads are trying convince to go on tour with them!

authors note: heyyyy so this is my first time every writing/posting something on tumblr so please be kind 🥹 social media aus are my guilty pleasure so i thought id try my had at one ! let me know what you think <33

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yourusername graduated college baby, celebratory drinks, idiots returned to the homeland, re entering my photographer era, (rare) pretty bus seens, my girls <3

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bobbyskeetz at least this idiot doesn’t still get the bus at the ripe of 24…

yourusername WHO HURT YOU ROBERT ?!??

collegefriend no cause im gonna miss seeing your cute face every day

yourusername no cause I cant think about it or ill get all sad !!

yourusername collegefriend we’ll do coffee loads

inhalerfan1 wait who’s this girl?? How does she know the boys?

inhalerfan2 they’re all mutual friends! they all grew up together, think they met during school :)

inhalerfan3 she’s really into photography, she took alot of the bands earlier pics!!

elijahhewson great no excuse now come on tour with us

ryanmcmahon_15 yeah or youll be a big fat liar

joshjenkinson_ yeah time to join your idiots on tour!

yourusername …. dont tempt me

inhalerfan2 omg to be her

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inhalerdublin

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inhalerdublin dont mind us, just dreaming of festival season. not long now 📸 @lewevans

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joshjenkinson_ 🤘🏼🤘🏼

bobbyskeetz oh baby take me backkk

ryanmcmahon_15 who are those good lookin fellas?

inhalerfan1 me 🤝 ryan

thinking bobby and eli are goodlookin

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yourusername @lewevans the man that you are, these a sick photos 🔥

lewevans cheers mate! hopefully see you in action this time around ?

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yourusername oh ffs not you too 🫠

yourusername hahah U2 @elijahhewson

elijahhewson ….right prepared to be blocked

yourusername wait no no no come back! I dont even know who bono is !!

elijahhewson removed you as a follower !

yourusername added to their story

- bobbyskeetz hahahahhaha what an idiot

- joshjenkinson_ oh the receipts are coming out

- ryanmcmahon_15 well you know this is never gonna work to get back in the good books right?

- keep going tho

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yourusername so ill watch you life in pictures like a used watch you sleep 😭

Its now been a million days since my “best friend” cut all contact with me, come back guggi be here 💔

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inhaler1 holy shit these photos are something else

inhaler2 was just thinking this! Ive never seen them before

yourusername heyyy they were acc taken by me! my camera roll is plagued with these boys at this stage lol xx

inhalerfan4 wow i didnt know eli could smile..

bobbyskeetz its yn’s superpower

inhalerfan4 fwfagshsjue wtf hi bobby

joshjenkinson_ and by a million you mean 1 day right?

ryanmcmahon_15 and we were literally all together last night

yourusername god forbid a girl exaggerates every now and again 😀

inhalerfan3 wait omg are they dating?? he looks so boyfriend in these

inhalerfan5 omg they have to be you are so right

inhalerfan2 jesus they’ve said so many times she their bestFRIEND dont be weird

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part 2

#elijah hewson imagine #elijah hewson #elijah hewson x reader #inhaler #inhaler dublin #fake instagram #social media au #inhaler x reader #ejiah hewson fanfic

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kate-inhaler-1975 · 6 months

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

#elijah hewson #elijah hewson oneshot #inhaler dublin #inhaler fanfic #inhaler oneshot #elijah hewson imagine #elijah hewson smut

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doomed-syko · 2 years

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Eli dating a professional footballer headcanon pt. 2 — Winning the UWCL

requested by the lovely @qqueenmars — sorry it took me so long to get to it 🫣🫣 hope you enjoy it xx

— when your team won the second game of the ucl semi finals you cried

— not on the pitch but later when you were in the changing room and it all had set in

— you were going to play the Champions League final in Turin and you would try your damn best to win it

— you face timed Eli when you were back at the hotel around one in the morning

— he was on tour in Sweden or Denmark you didn’t quite remember where but it didn’t really matter

— there was a lot of yelling and cheers when he answered the call

— Rob and Josh were chanting your name over and over again, Ryan and Louis whistling and clapping along

— and your boyfriend was smiling the biggest smile ever

— you only talked briefly; you were tired he was tried but you promised to talk to him the next day

— the next twenty days flew by fast and before you knew it was the night before the final and you couldn’t sleep

— Eli was sleeping peacefully next to you but you just couldn’t

— so you grabbed your phone and headphones and sat down in the bathroom leaning against the cool bathtub

— an hour later Eli joined you on the floor

— “everything okay love?”

— “can’t sleep ‘m too nervous”

— “you’re gonna be okay y/n, you’ll get on that pitch tomorrow, score a goal or two and then you’ll win the whole thing and i’m gonna be the proudest boyfriend on the planet… but first you need to sleep, so come back to bed with me please and get some sleep!”

— you slept surprisingly well after that pep talk and got up early in the morning for breakfast and the first meeting with the team

— you only saw Eli and the lads (yes they all came out to see you play) briefly right before you would get into the team bus and drive to the stadium

— they all pulled you into bone-crushing hugs, wishing you luck before the game

— you saw them a few hours later while warming up, in the block you had got them tickets for

— they were all wearing jerseys with your name and number on the back, it was kinda cute

— you of course didn’t hear it but they all cheered so loud when you walked onto the pitch

— they got even louder when you got passed the ball by Chrissy your teammate and best friend and ran the last meters towards the goal

— Eli jumped up when you scored and watched in awe as you ran towards your teammates hugging them and screaming in glee

— the game was intense and more importantly tied

— it was the 87th minute and the game was tied at 2:2

— if you could you would lay down on the grass and cry… but since that was not an option you gathered all your remaining energy and passed the ball along

— two minutes of added time

— it all happened so fast

— you were in front of the goal while Chrissy took the corner kick

— the ball came flying, high and fast

— you jumped up… and you scored

— a header

— in the 91st minute you scored a header

— you felt the earth shake and move, the crowd louder than they had been at any other point during the game… and then the referee blew into her whistle and it was done

— you had won, you had actually won

— your team had won the Women’s Champions League and your last-minute goal was the reason

— you blindly pulled your teammates into hugs trying to move towards where Eli and the lads were sitting

— when you reached them they’re all cheering and yelling in excitement leaning down to pull you into hugs

— as best as they could anyway

— when you reached him, Eli pulled you into the biggest hug, pressing a kiss to your lips

— “told you, you could do it! the two goals and all, i’m so fucking proud of you my love!”

— “i love you, thank you for believing in me!”

— you didn’t stop smiling that day

— neither did your boyfriend

— Eli watched in awe as you got handed the big silver trophy, his smile getting even bigger when you put it over your head

— he did get to hold it himself, one hand on the cup, the other around your waist while he was smiling down at you

— he should thank whoever took the picture because that was his new phone background

— when the two of you fell into bed in the early morning hours of the next day you slept considerably better than the night before

— you had won the champions league just like Eli had said you would

part one

#eli x professional footballer lives on (whoooop)#charlotte writes #elijah hewson #elijah hewson headcanon #elijah hewson imagine #inhaler #inhaler headcanon

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angelwonie · 11 months

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LET ME IN || elijah hewson

PAIRING: elijah x reader

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

GENRE(S): fluff, a bit of angst, friends to lovers, hurt comfort

SUMMARY: when your best friend turns up at your front door unannounced, you decide to find out why he's acting so strangely. what you don't expect is for some repressed feelings to bubble up to the surface.

WARNINGS: smoking, mentions of drinking + being drunk, kissing, eli has daddy issues oops

this is it y'all i've gone insane... he looked at me once and this is what happens. @boobyskeetz made me post this btw

It’s far along in the evening when you come home to find Elijah Hewson sitting on your staircase with his head in his hands.

He’s slumped over, leather jacket around his shoulders and a slowly burning, unattended cigarette in between the pointer and middle finger of his right hand. The sky is pitch black, the only source of light being an ancient lantern whose shine just barely reaches Elijah’s hair.

You’re shocked at the sight, to say the least, the heaviness of your grocery bags suddenly a faint background noise.

“Eli?” you move closer, albeit hesitantly, and your voice makes his head snap up.

When he looks at you, you fight back the urge to gasp. His eyes, half lidded, just barely glimmer in the faint light provided by the moon overhead, leaving room for his undereye bags to stand out. And they do stand out — so much that you almost don’t catch him stumbling over his feet ever so slightly as he walks over to where you’re standing.

Almost.

“Are you alright?”

It’s not a question, not really, but he winces either way. You stand close enough to see it, but immediately, his lips pull into a lopsided grin to hide his initial reaction.

“‘Course I am,” he takes a drag of his cigarette, and uses his other hand to take one of your grocery bags. “Just wanted to see you, that’s all.”

You nod, watching him drop the unfinished cigarette to the ground and step on it. You wonder how many he’s smoked today and consider asking, but decide against it upon realizing you probably don’t want to know. Instead, you let him take your grocery bags wordlessly, following him up the stairs.

It’s a short staircase, but you’re walking slowly – too slowly for your liking – and there’s a million questions burning on your tongue. You hold them back, mostly because you’re tired, but also because something in Elijah’s eyes tells you not to push.

He’s the one to speak first when you reach the right apartment. “Hey, your flowers are still alive.”

He’s referring to the roses he helped you pick out last month. It was a treat for yourself, for finishing all your assignments, and you had taken the whole ‘plant mom’ job pretty seriously, even putting the roses in a prettier vase and putting it on display outside of your apartment.

“Yeah,” you chuckle. “They’re holding up really well.”

Elijah waits for you to unlock the door, then walks inside with you in tow. He wobbles a little as he drops down his shoes where he always puts them — where he’s put them ever since you told him three years ago it could be his spot.

You watch him shoulder off his jacket and start organizing the groceries in the fridge from afar, slowly taking off your outerwear. It’s warm inside, and your skin feels like it’s about to be set on fire after being out in the cold for so long. You think of Elijah sitting on your doorstep. How long was he waiting for you?

“Mind if I take a beer?” he cuts off your thoughts and you look up to find him with his hand on your fridge, an inquiring look on his face.

Now the lighting’s better, and you can clearly see his face. The creases between his brows, the focus in his gaze, the stubble that he’s let grow just a little longer than usually. Whether that’s a deliberate choice or simple forgetfulness, you’re not sure, but it worries you. His state worries you.

“Suit yourself.”

Maybe you should have said no, you think as he takes a sip of the drink and you’re reminded of the wobble in his walk. He’s probably had enough to drink already. To be fair, though, Elijah can be stubborn when he wants to, and something’s telling you today is one of those days.

When everything is either in the fridge or in a cupboard, you and Eli wander into the living room, shoulder to shoulder, without much to say. It’s messy, and he scolds you playfully for it — like he’s not the guy whose dorm you have to clean each time you come over.

You join his laughter though, and plop down on your couch a little more relaxed than before.

“How long did you wait for me?”

This time you manage to ask him the question, and he shrugs.

“A couple hours.”

He lifts the beer up to his lips and empties it, the can blocking out his view of you and your widened eyes.

What the hell is going on? His gaze tells you nothing. It’s so indifferent it makes you want to rip your hair out, because no matter how much he wants to pretend spontaneously coming over at three am is normal, it’s not. Especially when it comes to him.

Sure, if it were Robert, you would’ve figured it was just him acting on impulse, but it was never like that with Elijah.

“You could have just called,” you say finally, a slight quiver to your voice. “You should have just called. You know that, right?”

He meets your gaze, but not for long; after a second it drops down to his lap, like he’s embarrassed. You hold your breath, awaiting an answer. His fingers drum against the side of the couch, but then he changes his mind about that, too, and brings his hand to scratch the side of his face. God, what is he even doing? Trying to see how long it’ll take for you to snap and throw him out of the apartment?

Suddenly, he sighs deeply, dropping his hands in his lap. “Didn’t wanna bother you.”

You can’t help yourself from scoffing. That’s it? He ‘didn’t wanna bother you’? Maybe you would’ve believed it hadn’t he shown up unannounced at your front door in the middle of the night.

You almost open your mouth to say just that, but stop yourself when Elijah looks up again, and his bloodshot eyes meet yours. Something’s definitely not right. You can physically feel it, the tightening of your chest, the anger somehow pushed to the back of your head.

“Why are you here?” you ask him sternly, keeping your eyes on him. This time, he doesn’t look away.

“Do you want me to leave?”

It comes out meek, frail, as he almost chokes on his own words. You’re taken aback by the shiver in his voice, the drop of his shoulders. He places the beer can on your table and you swear his hands shake — just barely, but enough for you to see and for your heart to clench in response.

You shake your head. “No, I want to know why you’re here.”

He laughs humorlessly, leaning forward in his chair. His hands are definitely shaking, but you’re not sure whether it’s from the alcohol or something entirely different.

You know this face on him — he’s bothered by something, but doesn’t want to admit it. He’s always been like this, ever since you met him at school and watched his eyes glow with the same sadness after his teachers told him he should work on his grades. It was the same look on his face, the same millions of feelings threatening to bubble over the surface.

The only difference seems to be that now, he’s got no cap in his hands to close the bottle.

“I’m just tired, that’s all. Wanted to talk to you ‘cause the lads are too much noise.”

You frown and send him a look of disdain. Perhaps this isn’t something you should push on him, but seeing as he just magically appeared at your apartment while drunk, you do have a right to at least inquire what the fuck is going on.

“If you’re going to lie to me, you might as well leave.”

Silence follows your statement; silence so loud you almost regret saying anything at all. He grits his teeth, and you swear you can hear it from across the table — though that might just be your brain playing tricks on you this late in the evening.

“It’s my dad,” he mutters finally, scratching his stubble. “Not that that’s much of a surprise.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing new, really,” he exhales, closing his eyes briefly. “Just, you know, the usual ‘you’re wasting your life by not going to college’ talk. Total bullshit, as always. The only thing wasted is those twenty minutes of my life I spent listening to him talk about it.”

You breathe out slowly, fighting against the urge to look away from his gaze. He keeps it on you, unwavering, but you don’t know what to say. It’s dangerous territory, one you haven’t ever entered fully, and the worry of hurting him pangs at your chest; the legitimacy of his vulnerability scares you and moves you all the same.

You bite the inside of your cheek.

“He’s just worried, you know. I would be, too.”

“Why?” his lip quivers and your heart sinks in your chest; so quickly it forces a sudden nausea upon you. “Because I’m not cut out for this?”

“No, Eli, that’s not what I–”

He cuts you off — not with his words, but with his hands gripping the arms of his chair to help him stand. It’s so abrupt your words die down in your throat, leaving a dryness behind. Hovering above you, he still looks small, like he’s fading into the light above; barely even present as Elijah but rather as some mass of feelings clumped together, ready to explode.

“Do really none of you think I can make this work?”

It’s the alcohol, you think, god, you shouldn’t have let him drink any more — how could you be so careless? But no, it’s not your carelessness or his, and you know that, even in this state of panic, it somehow reaches your mind — the revelation that this isn’t a random outburst.

It’s the fruit of a tree that’s been growing for a long time; the ripeness isn’t fake, even if you’re unprepared to pick it.

“Do you really think that?” he asks this quietly, his voice barely audible, but it feels like he’s tearing your skull apart with a scream.

Do you really think that? The very assumption, the very thought, disgusts you. The thought that you could ever believe he won’t make it — it’s so unnerving you let out a shaky breath.

A movement of your legs from underneath you and you’re standing. Your feet tap against the floor as you walk up to him slowly, like approaching a scared deer. He is scared, you realize. Your fingertips tingle with the longing to run your hands over his face, but you hold them back, instead answering his question.

“No.”

He blinks, and you say it again: “No,” and again and again, “No, no, no, no,” until it almost doesn’t feel like a word anymore and more like some sort of bandage wrapped around a bruised bone.

“Your dad doesn’t think that, either. He’s just worried because he cares. Because he loves you.”

He falls silent. “I’m not so sure.”

“About what?”

He doesn’t reply instantly. You look down on his hands, only to find that they’re still shaking, and take a couple steps forward. Elijah doesn’t notice, you think, or if he does, he doesn’t show any disdain for your closeness.

“About love,” he says finally. “Isn’t love supporting someone unconditionally? Rooting for them, no matter what? That description doesn’t really fit my dad.”

“I think you’ve got it all wrong.”

You suppress the smile that threatens to form on your face when he sends you a confused look, his nose scrunched.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, you can support whoever you want without much difficulty,” you look at the floor, thinking of what to say next. “That doesn’t mean you love them. If you love someone, it means you’re willing to suffer through discomfort and pain to make them happy. You’re willing to spend your nights worrying if they’ve chosen the right path. You let them into your apartment at three am. That type of thing.”

Thirty seconds pass before you finally look back up, internally shivering at the way his stare bores into your soul.

“You…” he trails off, wincing like it’s painful. Uncharted territory, yet again — that much is obvious from how your heart bangs against your ribs. The silence in the room makes you worry if he might just be able to hear it.

You hear him inhale sharply, taking a step back so he can sit at the edge of your sofa. Following suit, you observe his eyes shining in the light, less red than before though still uncertain. His shoulder brushes against yours and you breathe in — he smells of alcohol, but it’s oddly comforting in the storm of your thoughts.

Elijah’s head turns to you.

“Have you… ever thought this is all for nothing? That I keep leaving the tour bus with more and more bruises for no reason at all?”

Your fingertips tingle again, and this time you do nothing to stop them from brushing over the back of his hand. It’s stupid, probably, but it feels right, his skin against yours. He’s warm, really warm, but it doesn’t bother you in the slightest, even when he leisurely drags his forefinger down the side of your hand. It tingles, but you don’t move away.

Elijah’s hand doesn’t shake anymore when you interlace your fingers together. Finally, you get the courage to speak.

“I’ve held your hair back while you were throwing up, Eli. Tied your shoelaces after a tiring show. Corrected your lyrics until four at night so you could send them to your manager before dawn. I wouldn’t do any of that if I didn’t believe you were on your way to the top from the first time I saw you,” you take a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before you look directly at him. “I wouldn’t do any of that if I didn’t believe in you.”

It’s silent after that. For a long time. But his hand sits clammily in yours like a pearl in a clamshell, and you hold onto it for dear life, praying he won’t slip out from your grip.

“Promise me you won’t stop.”

Your head turns, startled by the sudden statement. His gaze scans you from head to toe, lingering on the curve of your lips, then your nose and finally your eyes, where it stops and plants its roots. You feel it spreading almost like wildfire, the warmth that comes with it. You almost tremble underneath it, squeezing his hand a little harder.

“Won’t stop what?” you whisper, eyes wide.

“Letting me into your apartment at three am.”

His gaze drops in a manner someone might’ve mistaken for lazy, but you know him well enough to recognize the vacillation in his eyes. You feel his fingers shiver in your embrace, every breath strained.

“Why not?”

You move closer, only by a centimeter or so, but he senses it — all the cells in his body seem to tingle with the paradox of wanting to touch and wanting to run all the same. Maybe it’s the unexpectedness of it all, or maybe rather it’s the arbitrary comfort that comes with it, that scares him to death, but whatever reason, he feels like he’s entering a deadly storm.

And perhaps it’s the alcohol and he’s not thinking straight, but this storm appears more inviting than any sunny day he’s ever witnessed.

He squeezes your hand tighter and leans down until his lips are impossibly close to brushing against your nose. You feel his hot breath on your face, sparks dancing across your skin to the smell of cigarettes and whiskey and beer, his hand shaking ever so slightly.

“Because I still haven’t gotten the chance to let you into mine.”

You smile — a real smile that you no longer manage to hold back. He mirrors the expression, albeit softly, lines appearing in the corners of his mouth. Let me in. Hues of colors appear in his eyes just as his shaky pointer finger grazes your jaw. Let me in. He cups your cheek gently, his lips parting in a breathless exhale.

Let me in, let me in, let me in.

He does. Just when the clock shows 3:47am and your shirt feels like it’s sticking to your skin, he finally closes the distance between you.

His lips brush over yours — it’s featherlight and careful, but you accept it all and kiss him back nonetheless. You can taste cigarettes on his tongue when he opens his mouth. Suddenly, the clock’s sound doesn’t reach your ears anymore, and all you can hear is the beating of your heart inside your throat. His finger strokes your cheek and his nose bumps into yours, but it’s fine. It’s more than fine.

You breathe in the scent of him, bringing your hands to tangle themselves in his hair in a moment of recklessness. Yeah, you’ve definitely gone absolutely crazy — but that’s a problem to solve later. For now, you’re kissing Elijah Hewson.

You’re kissing Elijah Hewson. It’s almost a revelation that dawns upon you like the waves of a tsunami, knocking the breath out of your lungs. It squeezes at your heart, a drawstring closing around it, and you have to pull away to breathe, to examine his face, puffy lips and tired eyes, to understand the gravity of your situation.

“We just kissed,” you say, and your voice shakes even though you strain to keep it calm.

“Yes,” he affirms, like it’s nothing. But it is something, and his eyes can't hide that. “We did.”

“But you’re drunk.”

“You think that’s why I did it?”

“I don’t know.”

He smiles and you swear your heart almost leaps out of your chest. “You do.”

“I don’t.”

He looks at you for a moment – your messy hair, reddened lips, the hesitation in your gaze – and makes his decision.

In less than a second, he drops down to his knees and you’re about to protest (because what does he think he’s doing?) until he grabs your hand and holds it between both of his. You furrow your eyebrows to hide the fact that you’re taken aback, though from the glint in Elijah’s eyes you figure you’re not doing a very good job at it.

He looks at you, like really looks at you, and you look at him the same. The fruit lies in the palm of your hand and squeezes to the beat of your heart when he speaks.

“I love you.”

Your breath catches in your throat when he kisses your knuckles softly, and keeps them against his lips. “That’s why I kissed you, why I turned up to your apartment at three am, why I don’t regret it. Any of it. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Something pulls at the very back of your throat. You keep your mouth closed, but even that doesn’t stop a choked whimper from leaving you — a sound that makes Elijah’s lips quirk upwards. He smiles, and you attempt to do the same, yet all you manage is a half-laugh, half-sob that shakes though your body.

Embarrassed, you look down, and you can hear Eli chuckle before the warmth of his arms envelops you whole. He hugs you tightly against his chest, fingers coming up to stroke your hair as you partly laugh, partly cry into his shirt. And even though it should be humiliating, the act feels so powerfully comforting that you let him hold you.

“I love you too.”

You whisper this into his chest, breathing heavily. He pulls away and you look up, confused, but he smiles that gorgeous smile of his, with teeth on display and smile lines appearing, and cups your jaw. His eyes shimmer with undoubtable joy.

He doesn’t have to say anything. You know.

“That’s a fucking relief, huh?” he whisper-laughs and you join in on it.

“Yeah.”

And you smile.

He’s let you in, and you don’t think you’ll be leaving any time soon.

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i’d love for you to write something about elijah hewson!!! 🩷🩷🩷

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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!!! ♡

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 - 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘫𝘢𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘸𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢'𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 - 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘫𝘰𝘴𝘩, 𝘳𝘺𝘢𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘶𝘱

𝘧𝘤 - 𝘵𝘣𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘴

𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘫𝘢𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘸𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

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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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pictures of bobby that are so rockstar bf

#bobby skeetz #robert keating #inhaler #inhaler dublin #elijah hewson #josh jenkinson #ryan mcmahon #rockstar bf #bobby skeetz imagine #robert keating imagine #inhaler imagine

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𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕤

he was born twenty-three years ago, he is a werewolf who lives in white oaks as a mechanic at bolt’s auto repair, and is in the pack. he looks an awful lot like elijah hewson.

“and sorrow’s native son, he will not smile for anyone”

tw: drugs, neglect, death, abandonment

Cassian Evans was born in England to a single mother, and raised secondary to the initial love of her life - her drug addiction. His birth father was absent, unknown, not listed on his birth certificate and thus Cass assumed his was the same situation, addicted and unprepared for a child to come into the picture. Or a one night stand forgotten about until the consequences arrived nine months later. The only hint he’d ever had towards his father’s identity was his name, and even then all he could do was assume it was Welsh and perhaps that was a factor. The reality was something he wouldn’t have imagined - his father was a faerie and subsequently Cass was born fae. Unable to remain in the human realm his father had left before his birth, but protected his son with a glamour designed to last until his eighteenth birthday, the day he would become an adult, meaning that he wouldn’t show any outward signs of being of fae heritage until then. Thus he remained unaware of his true species, believing himself to be a human, and equally unaware that his mother’s drug addiction stemmed from time spent trapped in the fae realm and her desperation to get back to a dreamland state. Instead, Cass grew up fending for himself, cycling through a series of foster carers and social workers, occasionally moved back to his mother’s care when she got clean only for her to lose him again soon enough when she chose drugs again over him.

By the time he was twelve he was permanently removed from her care, and by the time he was thirteen he had been adopted by a couple claiming to give him a new life. Cass didn’t buy it. He’d been acting out by this point, becoming increasingly difficult to deal with and increasingly closed off, a side effect of the neglect he’d experienced in his formative years. Three years of tension followed with his adoptive parents making fleeting efforts to bond with him, before these efforts became few and far between, replaced with frustration at the fact that Cass just didn’t appreciate them acting like his heroes and preferred to run away and spend more time with his mother, refusing to even call his adopted parents the titles of mum and dad.

By the age of sixteen he had become impossible to control, skipping school to smoke weed or drink with friends, getting into fights, and once arrested for stealing a car. They had had enough of the problem child. His adopted mother was American and by virtue of the adoption Cass had gained dual citizenship, enabling them to ship him off to her childless sister in New York under the pretense of giving him a fresh start, ridding themselves of him and proving him right - that nobody would stay with him. Stateside, Cass didn’t exactly try to change his ways. If anything, he became worse. School for him was simply an avenue for meeting people, he spent more time in detention than in the classroom and often left halfway through the day. Devoid of an adult to actually discipline him he became more out of control than ever, ran through girlfriends and boyfriends at a speed even his friends struggled to keep up with and continued to perfect the type of behaviour that had gotten him sent away to start with. In fact, it was this behaviour that changed his life forever - a girl he’d been pursuing, just two months before his eighteenth birthday. He followed her into a park, the night of a full moon, aiming to ask her out. Instead, he found himself with a bite mark on his arm. He assumed it was a dog and left it at that.

Come the next month, alone in his room, he found himself suddenly transforming. Cass had never believed in the supernatural before, never even considered werewolves as a possibility. When he confronted her about it, she had only one suggestion - that he should run away. She’d heard talk of Greywood. He had no other options, and figured talk was better than nothing, dropping out of high school and driving himself across the country without so much as a goodbye to his adopted family. Which was how Cass ended up in Greywood right as he turned eighteen, a new werewolf and unclear on where to go from there. Able to gain a job at Bolt’s through his experience fixing his own car and teenage car jacking hobby, he set about preventing himself from getting close to anyone ever again.

“what power did he attain when settling in greywood?”

Cass has gained the power of telepathic communication, but he’s only able to use it with one person - the person he truly loves. As a result he’s never experienced it nor is he aware of it..

penned by... fern

#supernatural rp #town rp #oc rp #mature rp #horror rp #literate rp #fionn whitehead fc #werewolf #drugs tw #neglect tw #death tw #abandonment tw #retired

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dear john

elijah hewson x singer!reader

(ex!charles leclerc cause hes a hot red flag)

plot: its giving friends to strangers to friends again to lovers 🫶🏼

face claim: laufey <3

warning: spelling mistakes

authors note: this is for the lovely anon who requested a speak now inspired smau ! Hope this is okay?!? I was tempted by doing something on the vibe of speak now the song but imma think on it 🫡

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↳ hey E, missed you! I'm just as much at fault, guess we all just got so busy with tours (both so successful heheh). where abouts in the world are you? I'm heading home for awhie maybe we could all catch up?

↳ elijahhewson deadly! myself, ryan and josh are home and bobby is back next week, call around whenever

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ynfan2 I've always secretly hoped yn and eli would get together

inhalerfanaccount friends to strangers to friends to lovers hits soooo hard

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yourusername time is a terrifying thing..

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yourmam I could probably find an even earlier pic...

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elijahhewson smash x4

joshjenkinson_ the gang getting back together has 2024 winninggg

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ynfan1 yesss bitch remind that silly boy who drives in circles of all the hot friends you have !!!

(liked by elijahhewson and others) ynfan2 hahahah eli woke up and choose chaos

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yourusername turning all this heartbreak into something good ! dear john is the rawest I've ever been in my songwriting, treat her with love x

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ynfan1 so so incredibly beautiful, thank you for sharing

lucydarcus you're a wonder

ryanmcmahon_15 sobbing uncontrollably and ready to fight him

bobbyskeetz you good bro ?

charlesfan1 tough day to be a charles fan

ynfan2 omg those lyrics are HEARTBREAKING

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inhalerfanupdates WHO HAS THIS MAN SO SMILEY???

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inhalerfan1 FOR REAL?? hes usually so moody

elijahhewson posted to their close friends!

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vogue with just days before the release of her highly anticipated spohmore album we chatted to yourusername about love, loss and all things in between;

" you dont realise how easy love can be until you're with the right person. its the most annoying thing to hear when you dont have it but some how I was fortunite enough to discover"

find out what else the singer told us at the link in our bio !

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yourusername THANK YOU FOR HAVING ME

ynfan1 shes so happy and in love

ynfan2 how can one person be so talented, smart AND intelligent

charlesfan1 eww cant believe charles used to date her!

ynfan3 love how shes not petty like the leclerc fangirlies clearly still are..

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yourusername a year and a half ago I had my heartbroken, felt completed untethered and so so confused. today I give you my pride and joy!

this album features songs I wrote as a sobbing mess, some I wrote while I was healing and finally some I wrote after I opened my eyes and embraced what I had all along.

I love them all, I love everyone who worked on it with me and I escially love you.

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yourusername one single thread of gold tied me to you <3

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elijahhewson hell was the journey

yourusername but it brought me heaven. bobbyskeetz gross yourusername child

joshjenkinson_ my parents

yourmam my favourite pair !

evehewson sobbing it was always meant to be

phoebebridgers the sweetest love for the sweetest soul

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authors note: ahh im a broken record with the friends from home trope but its my favourite 🥲 hope you all enjoy, please as always let me know what you think!!

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killersfool · 5 months

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IM LOVING THESE REQUESTS PLS KEEP THEM COMING!!! btw the more detailed, the higher chance of me writing it.

If you haven't already, please make sure to read my elijah hewson full length fic on wattpad ('evergreen'). It's on my masterlist. I poured my heart and soul into that fic !! And it's completed. The first ever fic I've actually fully finished. It's about a group of friends who are put together for a duke of edinburghesque expedition. Eden, the main character, initially detests the two irish lads in her group (robert and eli) but after a rollercoaster of emotions, traumatic shared experiences, she begins to warm up to them. It's inspired by my expedition so it's personal and has all kind of random little things sprinkled into it that i have personally been through. From heating up mouldy, soaked socks in a stove to eating tortillas with nutella to playing Uno and wanting to kill the rest of your group when you don't win.

Also just wanted to thank anyone who is interacting with my work. Even if you're just liking or giving it a read, it honestly makes me really happy. I feel like fanfiction has helped me to grow as a writer. I've been doing this since I was about 13 and have always felt welcomed into any fandom I've written for. I love the sense of community on tumblr/wattpad/ao3. If you have anything to say about my writing (whether that be positive or constructive criticism) do send it my way. I always want to improve. That's why I'm doing this. If you read my first fanfics, you'd be crying your eyes out with shock and confusion. They were terrible.

Okay. Rant over. Thanks again :)

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msmoony7 · 3 months

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💘 can you pls write me an eli hewson blurb and it’s a meet cute at the airport? Also congrats!!

airport meet cute

Eli Hewson x reader

Word count: 770

Note: hope u enjoy it! Thanks for requesting :)

100 follower celebration!

feel free to send in more requests!

You’re late. You’re never late. And you hate being late. But the world seemed to be against you today and everything that could have gone wrong went wrong. Your alarm didn’t ring, causing you to sleep in. You knew you should’ve finished packing last night, but you were so tired from work that you couldn’t bring yourself to. You didn’t even have time for breakfast before you had to get out the door and get a taxi. With your luck, the taxi that you hailed got stolen right in front of you by someone who was seemingly in a bigger rush than you. You finally get in a taxi and the driver begins driving to the airport as quickly as they can.

You arrive at the airport and still need to get through security. You have hope that you might make your flight since you don’t need to check a bag. Security takes forever, as always, and you begin running to your gate. Just when you thought your day couldn’t get any worse, you see the boarding door close in the distance, not even thirty seconds before you get there.

“Oh come on, please let me on,” you beg the worker.

“I’m sorry, it's policy. Once the doors are closed, we can’t open them. The best we can offer you is a seat on the next flight. It leaves at 6pm tonight.”

It could be worse, you think to yourself. At least there was another flight today. You find the gate for your next flight and pull out a book to kill some time.

There’s about an hour left until your flight begins boarding and at this point, you’re so tired of reading you have to put your book away. You decide to stop at the airport bar for an overpriced drink. The bar is crowded but luckily there’s one seat at the counter. You sit down with a sigh as the bartender comes and takes your order, a vodka redbull.

“You sound like you had a bad day,” you hear the man to your left say.

“You could say that again,” you reply as you look up to meet his eyes. He’s attractive and probably around your age. He has big brown eyes and dark brown hair that is almost too long yet somehow, he makes it work. He’s wearing jeans, a long sleeve black t-shirt, and black boots. “Everything went wrong today, I missed my flight, and had to wait hours for the next one.” You’re not sure why you’re confiding in him, but you’re at your wits end and don’t have time to question anything you do.

“Wow, that sucks. Here, let me pay for your drink,” he says as he hands the bartender his card.

“It’s okay,” you say as you try to grab the card.

“No, I insist. Maybe your day will turn around from here,” he says with a smile as he grabs his card back from the bartender and leaves without another word. You’re thankful for the mystery man as you sip your drink.

The time to board the plane comes around and you’re feeling restless having waited all day for the flight. You walk down the aisles and as you get to your seat, you find the same man who bought you a drink sitting next to your seat.

“Never thought I’d see you again,” you say with a smile. He looks up and upon seeing who you are, gives you a smile in return.

“What’re the odds.”

“Thanks again for the drink,” you say as you take your seat next to him.

“Not a problem. How’s your day been since?” he asks.

“Nothing worse has happened, so I guess that’s an improvement.” Your day has taken a turn for the better, you think.

“Good to hear. What brings you to California?”

“I’m from there, I’m visiting family for the week. How about you?”

“I’m actually in a band. We’re doing some festivals out on the west coast for the next few weeks. I’m Eli, by the way.”

“Y/N.”

The two of you chat for the majority of the flight and get to know each other. Eli helps you get your bag down from the overhead bins and you both walk off the plane together.

“Hey, I’d love to see you again. How about you come to one of the shows?”

“That sounds amazing!”

“Awesome, I’ll text you the details. See you around.” He walks away, giving you a wink and leaving you smiling by yourself as you wait for your family to pick you up. Maybe missing your flight wasn’t a bad thing after all.

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kindkingsarchieve · 6 months

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wow just posted my FIRST EVER THING to tumblr, your girl is scared lol

#elijah hewson imagine #inhaler dublin #inhaler fanfic

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cass-evans · 1 year

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intro / cass evans

//// BASICS

full name: cassian evans (he never uses his full first name, despises it and probably won't tell you it)

d.o.b: december 19, 1999 (currently 23)

zodiac: sagittarius sun, gemini rising, scorpio moon

p.o.b: sheffield, england

nationality: american and british

species: werewolf

occupation: mechanic, bolt's

faceclaim: elijah hewson

//// PERSONALITY

positive / witty, loyal, imaginative

negative / philophobic, defensive, hot tempered, callous

descript: cass is an actor. one who is very, very good at portraying one specific character, but he’s been doing it for so long that he can’t quite tell where the character ends and where he begins. the character in this instance is the cass evans most people in opulence know and despise. cass has created a narrative for himself where he’s the bad guy, and he finds increasingly more excessive ways to display this narrative. cass is fuelled in this by his own entertainment. what does he gain from each interaction? he has no interest in being liked, no interest in genuine social connections, all he’s doing when he socialises is scouting out ways to entertain himself, whether it’s through casual sex or more often through manipulation, making people think he’s their friend so he can use it against them, through teasing people, low blows, hitting them right where they’re the weakest. because he’s good at delivering verbal punches and making them sound amusing, he’s witty, and he doesn’t give enough of a fuck about his own safety to mind any consequences.

partially, this character is in place for cass’s own self preservation. part of him believes, deep down, that if he keeps pushing people away and never lets anyone in and covers himself with a thick layer of sarcasm and bullying, he’ll never be hurt again. and then maybe a little bit of him wants other people to be hurting as much as he is inside. because truthfully, underneath it all, cass is wracked with guilt and constantly blaming himself for so much of his mother’s problems and his own abandonment that he can’t quite keep it all inside and needs to throw it onto the world around him. he doesn’t allow himself to have connections, because he doesn’t think he is deserving of them. he has never quite felt understood by another person, and he never thinks he will.

//// BIOGRAPHY

descript:

t/ws: drugs, neglect, death, abandonment cass was born in england, the only son of a single mother and absent father. his early childhood was pretty much defined by his mother’s immaturity and various addictions - she was a teenager when she gave birth to him, and an alcoholic, although by the time cass was five she had graduated to heroin. as a result, he was shuffled back and forth between the care system and family home, eventually being permanently removed from her care at the age of ten. since cass’s birth father was not known, he ended up in the first of a series of foster homes - unfortunately, since he has a misguided amount of adoration and idolisation for his mother, none of these lasted long as cass began to raise hell and act out in an attempt to force them to send him back to his mother.

after being passed back and forth for a few years, much to cass’s dismay he ended up in the care of his now adopted parents, with no amount of acting out seemingly enabling him get rid of them the way he had so many others in the past. they seemed (the audacity) to actually want him around and want to give him a chance at life, formally adopting him despite his displeasure at it and moving the family to his adopted mother’s birthplace of new york when cass was sixteen to give him a “fresh start.” and at first, even if he didn’t want it to, it seemed to work. and for once, he started to allow himself to feel attached to them, like he could finally settle down.

except that didn’t end up lasting long, either. in his senior year of high school, cass fell hard and fast for a girl. so hard and fast that it didn’t even cross his mind that she seemed off, vanishing every month, or that there were certain red flags surrounding her that his eyes just couldn’t pick up on. the night of his eighteenth birthday was a full moon, and all he wanted was to ask her out. so he followed her into the woods, intending to be a romantic. when he got bitten by what he presumed was a wild animal and showed up in the emergency room for a rabies shot, he presumed it was just going to be an amusing anecdote to tell her when he saw her again. he didn’t know that everything in his life was about to change. when he saw her again and went on about his bravery and how he’d injured himself in her pursuit, she told him if he had any sense he’d get the fuck out and run away, that opulence would be a better place for him and that she was sorry. he chalked it up to her being crazy and went back to his everyday life, until the next month.

his first time changing into a wolf happened, of all times, in the middle of his adopted parents wedding anniversary dinner party, at a restaurant outside. and if he’d thought he wanted them to leave, the moment they actually looked at him in fear and told him to get the fuck out, he realised he was wrong. but by that point, he was too late, and all he could do was pick up a few of his things and run away, keeping in mind what his crush had told him a month prior. he was stuck in a country which wasn’t his, with no idea what to do, no friends to call, and the only thing he could think to do was show up at opulence with his minimal savings and put his teenage hobby of carjacking to use in a more wholesome way. having been abandoned by everyone else in his life, he grew to value the pack he joined beyond anything else - but he never quite learned to let anyone else in.

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so for plot purposes he's been living in opulence for just over five years now, but he recently up and left without any warning for a month so if your chara knew him they probs thought (hoped) he was gone for good.

very loyal to the pack. wants to fight anyone who disses a member of the pack. has to be held back bc he definitely can't win said fight but wants to try regardless. yappy chihuahua energy.

absolutely despises his birth name and the only reason he hasn't changed it is for his birth mother's sake. but if you ask him what cass is short for he won't tell you. guess.

90s britpop aficionado

vape lord

i hate him

(ok continuing now)

likes to attempt poor graffiti on public buildings and will definitely eventually be caught

thinks he's the coolest ever (is not)

thinks he could take the entire population of opulence in a fight (could not)

is willing to put that theory to the test (is an idiot)

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