Here’s that Eli fic i mentioned the other day! it’s not all that but i hope you enjoy!!
warnings: cursing, girly pop is an asshole to eli lmao, not beta read and probably kinda shit
It all began on a hot July afternoon. Her friend Hannah had dragged her to a gig with her boyfriend Pete, because 'she didn't want to be alone while Pete talked to his friends'-she knew they'd end up making out as per usual, but still went regardless.
When they got to the bar it wasn't packed. It wasn't empty per se, just crowded enough to look full but not filled to the point of sacrificing personal space every time you moved. She waited for the band while listening to the playlist to hype people up, a Blondie song if she wasn't mistaken. She tapped on her glass while she payed only partial attention to Hannah who was rambling about some date idea Pete had come up with the last time they went out, more focused on the stage that was still lit up with normal white lights. They chatted until the lights turned off and an intro song began playing and the band came on. She clapped and cheered a polite amount while the band set up when she set her eyes on him.
The boy at the mic stand with shaggy curly hair that was getting slightly long, with eyes that reminded her of a fawn. He pushed his hair off his forehead and grinned as he began the show, introducing the band-Inhaler, she learned. They began their set with a hyped up song that got people to jump around and scream out the lyrics with him as he sang them. It was going to be a good show.
After Inhaler's gig she thought they were decent. scratch that-they were good, they were really good. she might have been biased, considering she spent the entire gig practically drooling over their singer, but that wasn't relevant. She wanted to meet him, she needed to meet him.
thankfully, Pete, her friends' Hannah's boyfriend was apparently friends with the bassist of the band, Robert. So she found herself backstage, chatting with all the guys except the guy she wanted (Elijah, she learned), so she needed to find a back up plan. After he had been ignoring and brushing her off for the better part of an hour she finally approached him.
"So...is it the guitar pick or are you just a shit guitarist?" she asked as she crossed her arms across her chest, making him finally look up from his phone with a raised brow and a mildly pissed off expression. "Excuse me?" he asked with a huff and a thick irish accent that matched her own, making her nearly flush.
Shit.
Why couldn't she have gone the normal route, like 'oh you guys were really good can i get your number by chance?' instead of full-on insulting the guy.
"Are you a shit guitarist or is it just the guitar pick?" she asked again, cringing internally at how mean she was.
He stood up, standing a couple centimetres taller than her that felt especially intimidating with how pissed off he seemed. "Well first of all," he clicked his tongue, "i'm a front man, i sing." he began.
"So is the guitar not plugged in?" She joked, earning another glare before he continued, "yes, it is plugged in, i do actually play." he scoffed. "And i'm not shite either, i'd know by now if i was." he rolled his eyes and stepped closer. "What's the point of this anyways? you acting insufferable i mean," he huffed and stepped back, pushing his hair out of his eyes again. "if you hated the show you should have left the moment you decided it."
She saw his disinterested expression and she felt slightly bad. Still, she had dug too deep of a hole for herself, so she had to finish what she started.
"No, no, i just wanted to give you some...friendly advice if you will." she smiled. "I feel like you're playing with the wrong pick, you know?" she sighed as if it was she most obvious thing ever.
"the wrong pick?" he asked, corking a brow, his expression turning amused. This girl could not have been serious.
"yeah, you know i just think that you should use like, .35mm you know? i think your playing would benefit from it," she nodded.
"A-A .35" he looked at her as if she was insane. "that's way too fucking thin." he rolled his eyes. He was beginning to regret ever entertaining the conversation they were having, let alone her. But still, something was pulling him in.
"No, no, trust me!" she said through a chuckle "you'd love it!" she laughed. "i'll even bring you one to the next gig for you to use," she added, hoping he'd get the message that she wasn't there only to fuck with him.
"I can assure you i wouldn't." he quipped back, a small grin forming on his face at her mention of coming to the next gig. "Oh? you'll be there?" he asked with a small smirk.
"of course, i need to see if you listen to my advice don't i?" she laughed and patted his shoulder before turning around and walking off, panicking the entire time.
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Once again, she was at his gig a few weeks later with Hannah, this time without Pete. They'd gotten drinks and chatted, ended up meeting Rob's girlfriend Martha, who was frankly gorgeous beyond belief, and stayed with her throughout the show. Eventually the lights dimmed and once again, Inhaler took the stage. They began the set the same way as last time, when she noticed it.
she'd genuinely thought he'd forget about it. Either that, or ignore her so-called 'advice.'
So she was surprised to see him on stage with a paper thin guitar pick, trying his hardest to not fuck up while glaring at her every so often, making her laugh. He did pretty good actually. He lasted for about three songs before switching back to his usual pick and practically sigh in relief when he could play normally again, but not without sending another glare in her direction. The set was regardless, still fucking good. The vibes were great, the band was great and so was the crowd. They delivered song after song with the same amount of energy and passion, getting increasingly more sweaty and exhausted throughout it under the hot stage lights.
After the show was done the guys came to the bar all exhausted but buzzing with excitement and post-concert energy. The moment he spotted her he marched up to her and pushed the guitar pick into her chest, making it fall in her palm after she'd set out to catch it. "Take your stupid pick," he huffed and crossed his arms. "That was the worst fucking experience of my fucking life," he dramatised and once again pushed his curly hair out of his face.
She let out a laugh, pocketing the guitar pick and patting his arm. "you know, maybe it's not the pick," she began, “maybe you are a shit guitarist,” she teased.
"Zip it.” he gritted out and ordered himself a beer, sliding another one to her. She hummed contently as he handed her the bottle, thinking that maybe, maybe, something would come out of it.
Hi lovely 🥰 don’t know if you’re doing requests quite yet but if you are could you maybe do a Bobby taking care of sick reader. I have unfortunately come down with a cold lol and need some comfort 😭😭 I hope you’re doing alright ☺️
SICK DAY
Bobby skeetz x fem reader
warnings: none (except for not beta reading but ok😭)
hiii i am so sorry i am this late but exams have been kicking my ass from march until last week but here i am now with a long overdue fic😭😭😭
"this wouldn't have happened if you had listened to me," Robert teased as he brought tea into the bedroom.
You had gotten sick. An umbrella forgotten here, a too thin jacket there and suddenly you were sporting a fever of 39.3°C, coughing like a chain smoker and breathing like a person on their deathbed. Robert had been sweet about it (as sweet as he let himself be); he brought you tea, lent countless hoodies and called his mom to make the soup she had always made when he was sick. You couldn't help but to tease him about not being able to cook the soup on his own to which he replied that cooking soup 'wasn't his thing'
"yeah, yeah," You croaked out as you took a sip of the fruity tea his parents had brought over the last time they came over. "i get it you were right." Robert smiled proudly as you sipped the tea, letting the warm liquid soothe your achy throat, warming you up more.
"I know i was. I'm always right." He grinned at you. "I could start naming the times you weren't?" You retorted back.
"don't." Robert deadpanned as you placed the mug back down onto the cluttered side table. He sat on the bed next to you and gently pushed your hair back, checking your temperature with his hand. "you're warmer than earlier," he sighed and went to retrieve the thermometer from his side of the bed. "it's honestly not that bad," you croaked out as he continued worrying.
You didn't understand why he worried so much. it wasn't like you'd die or anything. But he'd always been like that. he worried too much about you and that's the way it was. When you first started dating you thought of him as the stoic, nonchalant guy that didn't really enjoy vulnerability; since your first date where he showed up and spoke to you in a polite, kind way you knew that he liked you, but not that he expressed it much. oh how wrong have you been. he tended to cling onto you when he could, his face having a permanent spot in your hair or in the crook of your neck, his lips placing small kisses that showed his affection to you. he got more protective the longer you'd been dating. he'd have his hand around your shoulders or your waist when you went out, he'd constantly look around to make sure you'd be okay and tried to gently stray you away from situations he'd prefer you not to end up in.
He looked up at you unimpressed. "this morning you had a fever of like 39 degrees and you coughed so loudly i was worried i accidentally went to Albert's instead of ours."
Albert was your and Robert's neighbour. He was an older gentleman who was always kind and well put together, but you could tell the age had been getting to him. he was known for coughing loud enough to wake an entire floor (including you two).
"don't bring Albert into this, he's lovely," you defended. Robert rolled his eyes before triumphantly holding up the thermometer he finally dug out of the bedside table drawer, bringing it to you and putting it under your armpit.
"yeah he's lovely, but still, you sound like him." he teased before pressing a few consecutive kisses on your forehead. you hummed at the comfort and gently gripped his forearm. "har har," you pretended to be pissed off. to be honest you weren't, you were happy he was home for you being sick. Considering how hectic his schedule usually was you were surprised he was even home, not that you'd ever say that to him.
You knew how bad he felt when he left for your or for his long studio sessions. Tour was a whole other thing, but that was a conversation for another time. You knew it would happen eventually, he'd leave and go out to play more shows that would leave you-for the majority of the time-alone in your apartment.
After a solid four minutes of him gently pushing hair out of your face he checked the temperature and clicked his tongue displeased. “Your fever is still bad. you should nap sweet,” he murmured softly and kissed your forehead before closing the blinds. “i’ll be in the kitchen making some dinner for us later, okay? call out for me or text me if you need me,” he continued as he picked up the stray tissues and empty cups to take to the kitchen.
“will do,” you replied contently before nuzzling into the sheets, knowing you were going to be well taken care of.
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a/n: guys i’m pretty sure this request was given to me in march and i’m sorry 💀 i don’t know what got me to ask for any requests right before my test and exam season but here’s a long overdue fic-the first one in years-i hope you enjoyed lovelies.
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