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hear me out... bloke bobby enemies to lovers
like reader goes out with inhaler and bobby gets wasted, and he's being all rude and making reader the butt of the joke. BUT someone makes rob go apologize and he does but he's all drunk and ends up confessing.
this is ofc just if you want to write it, ik you've got some other requests to work on so don't stress too much abt this! (also i think your fics have made me a bobby girl...)
gonna work on this right now thank yeww 💌 love that you've become a bobby girl, like welcome to the club? i just admire that this request SPECIFICALLY says bloke bobby...like i live for bloke bobby 🚬 lets all pray he gets a stubble again 🙏
did i come off too strong? - robert keating
pairings: bobby skeetz x fem!reader
summary: you and the lads go out for a pint. as the drinks pour, the night folds into unfiltered chaos.
content warning: angst, fluff, mixed feelings, brief bathroom makeout, small innuendos, enemies to lovers situation
word count: 3,601
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it's too late to go out. well, too late for you. you usually set out for the pub around six, and didn't mind stumbling home past midnight. but to get ready at nine thirty to meet the lads did not seem fun when you're in your pajamas, about to start the last season of your favorite show.
a text comes in from eli.
eli: "join us? there's a guinness here that looks realllllyy tempting and might be gone in three minutes"
you chuckle, sitting up in bed and responding as quick as you could.
me: "the last season of 'friends' is just as tempting."
while you wait for eli to respond, your mind starts to reel again. all the lads were there? like robert as well? you groaned with a roll of your eyes at the thought of him.
me: "is robert there?"
eli responds almost immediately.
eli: "yup. you two fight like cats and dogs"
eli: "might as well stay home"
you shook your head with a smirk.
me: "i'm on my way. just tell him to behave his ass or he'll really regret it."
eli: 👍
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you arrive at the pub at ten. yeah, you took a while to get ready. and you weren't ashamed considering you felt good. you felt confident.
you spent nearly ten minutes doing your eyeliner and picking out a decent dress. even if it was just the pub, you wanted to feel good for once in a while.
a tight black dress that hugged your curves was perfect, with a nice thrifted leather jacket you bought at a christmas market with josh.
your tiny red purse full with a cig pack, your lipstick and a lighter was just enough for tonight.
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you step out of the cab, paying the driver and slamming the blue car door shut. your heels clacked on the grey concrete, leading up to the building of the pub. amber lights reflected through the windows, and music thumped throughout the building.
to your own surprise, robert's standing outside the pub with a cigarette between his fingers, one leg plastered on the brick wall behind him and his arms crossed.
he watches as you edge closer to him near the pub's entrance, and blows the cigarette smoke to the side of his face.
"you made it." rob greets you with a shit-eating grin.
you fake smile which quickly fades into a grimace, snatching the cig that lied between his fingers. "of course I made it. I heard there was an extra guinness for me?"
he chuckles, lurching off the wall to stand up straight. he towers over you, his height always intimidating you just a tad.
"you took too long. I drank it." he grins.
your expression drops. "hm." your face flames with anger. "good thing I brought my wallet."
your shoulder knocks his as you slide past him and through the doors, and he scoffs at the hard impact.
you and robert never got on. he was always the jerk in the corner, nose stuck in his notebook and his guitar always hanging too low. you were friends with eli and ryan, and wanted to keep it that way, but then the blue-eyed bass-playing bad boy, (woah that's a lot of b's) walked into your life once he moved schools.
he was always making stupid, crude jokes that pissed you off. and once school ended and it was time for uni, eli and the lads sat you down and told you they were not attending university. you were pissed. you and eli were supposed to have the best friend college experience, and it was all ruined because of their band.
you loved their band, their songs, everything. but you thought it was a highschool thing. you didn't think it was serious. and hell, it was serious.
robert would always tease you for going to uni and getting a life. when, in reality, you should have teased him; forbid their band never took off.
even when you were studying, they'd invite you to the pub for a drink and would go on and on and on about their recent gigs.
you were happy for them. except for robert. he'd always be the one making horrible jokes, calling you "one boring bird" for studying instead of going out- but it was a school night. what else did he want you to do? especially when you had exams the next day.
even though you never truly hated him, he was just a pain considering he always had something to say. he wouldn't shut up. ever.
snappy comments and arguing was your favorite thing to with him, probably because it was the only thing you could do with him.
he offered to buy you ice cream one time and you got so freaked out you left eli's picnic party saying you had a stomach ache. it was sooo freaky. he's rude, you're rude, it's normal.
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"she's in the house!!!!" eli threw his arms in the air as he watched you walk towards their booth in the pub.
you smiled with a tiny laugh, placing your purse down at the edges seat of the booth.
ryan and josh whooped as if they were at a soccer match, but you just laughed and realized how drunk they already were.
"the grump outside said he drank my guinness?" you rolled your eyes.
"he's a menace, that one. been moping all day." ryan shook his head.
"doesn't he always mope?" you said deadpan.
"don't worry about it love, i'll just buy you another one" eli brushed it off.
you smiled, taking a seat and sliding into the booth next to eli.
you had fun for a long time as drinks poured and wild music played. you shouted and laughed so hard your stomach hurt. you missed hanging with the lads; uni had you so busy all the time.
"hey." bobby walks in, swiping at his neck once, and then smearing something on the dark denim of his jeans.
you squint, and your lips curl into a grin. "what's up with you, then?"
his eyes fix on you. "what? nothing."
you hum slowly in response as eli huffs a laugh next to you.
"what's so funny?" bobby asks with a frown.
you burst into laughter as you notice the red mark on his neck, all of your thoughts mashing together with your drunk state.
"shit, rob. you finally had your first kiss?" you pout playfully.
his eyebrows furrow, and then his expression drops. "shut the fuck up."
the table continues to have a laugh, but he's running a shaky hand through his hair.
"where'd she run off to, huh?" you ask while blowing your cigarette smoke out while looking at the lipstick smear on his neck.
"dunno." he shrugs, his eyes not meeting yours. "said she had to go."
"maybe cause yer a horrible kisser" eli mutters.
you laugh even harder, not sure why the alcohol is tickling you so much.
"good one" you smack eli's palm.
bobby rolls his eyes, going back to the bar to grab a bottle of beer.
"someone's pissssed" you chuckle, drawing out your words.
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for the next hour, the tipsiness turns into something deeper. something more effective. you're really drunk by twelve. your eyes narrow and your head spins, but your mind manipulates it to feel amazing. especially with that cig between your red-painted nails.
you forget where you are. you forget the color of your dress. what you drank.
you smack your foot against bobby's leg playfully whenever he makes a joke that isn't funny, but the alcohol makes you think it is, and he continuously tells you to stop no matter how much he blushes.
"i have not been out with you guys in a long time" you slur.
"we know" eli says, half-dead, his head on the table.
you pat his back with a chuckle, watching as he almost falls asleep.
"lads,- and lady," bobby comes back with a bottle of alcohol you can't read with your blurred vision. "I pulled the strong stuff from the counter" he smiles lazily.
he pours some for the table, and you watch the way his lean figure towers over you. you never noticed how pretty his nose was or how he had longer eyelashes than you. how is that fair? you asked yourself.
"ooh gimme some" you hold out your shot glass.
"you sure you can handle it?" bobby asked.
a flicker of anger washed over your expression, almost taking offense or his statement. "you think i can't?"
"just sayin'" he shrugs. "i don't want to have to carry you home"
you wince at his words. "who says you're taking me home?"
"i am. that is- if you can't finish this drink." he waves the bottle in your face.
you put up your middle finger while blowing a clutter of cigarette smoke right in his face.
he doesn't flinch.
"what are you waiting for?" you ask.
"come on, love. i don't think..." he cuts himself off.
you're pissed now. what was he trying to say?
"you don't think what?" you ask sharply.
"i don't think you should have it." he says.
you freeze. who was he to make decisions for you?
"wow." you reply slowly.
"i didn't take you to actually be a complete dick." you spit out.
he rolls his eyes. "oh, come on. im trying to keep you safe."
"rob, give her the fucking drink." eli waves his hand lazily.
"since when do you care for my sake?" you snap.
the rest of the table goes quiet, and bobby's lips move to speak again.
but you interrupt him.
"is it cause i'm a woman?" you ask with pure curiosity in your voice.
"here we go again," eli buries his face in his hands.
"what?- no! God, you take everything so fucking seriously." bobby rolls his eyes.
your eyes have daggers in them, like you were three seconds away from standing up and reaching across the table to choke him to death.
"i'm just tryna say that you're way to drunk already-" bobby tries to explain, but your anger cuts him off again.
"come on, rob. you drank more than me! i'll be the one carrying you home," you shouted back at him.
ryan and josh exchanged "ooohs" but you ignore their drunk state.
"you're fucking dramatic." bobby scoffs.
"you know rob, i'm fucking sick of you." your voice just barely breaks as you point a stern finger in his face and scoot out of the booth.
he sighs, shaking his head as he watches you stomp away, your cute heels making a sharp sound on the wooden floors of the pub.
"fuck" he rubs his eyes.
"you fucked up. again." josh shakes his head.
"can you not remind me? thank you." bobby's face scrunches.
"come on, lad. if you like her so much why do you always make her feel like shit?" eli asks while fluffing up his hair.
"i'm not trying to! it just comes out and then she acts like a total bitch sometimes I just want to snap back"
"fix it." eli says, taking a drag from your cigarette that you left behind at the table.
"fix what?"
the lads stare at him blankly.
"go find her." ryan finally speaks.
bobby's eyebrows furrow. "why? she'll beat the shit out of me!"
"maybe you need to be beaten the shit out of" eli slurs with a chuckle.
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you're in the women's bathroom, scrubbing your face inside the marble sink.
you didn't cry. you wouldn't. not because of robert.
because he was a piece of shit and had to state that you couldn't handle alcohol would prove exactly how weak you were. and you weren't.
you open your purse and reapply your black eyeliner, wiping just enough at the edges. you were fine. you'd go through the back door of the pub and never say bye to them. you'd call eli tomorrow with an apology.
suddenly, the door to the women's bathroom opens while your head is stuck in your purse, searching for your lighter.
as soon as it lights your cig, you sway your head to the side, taking a long drag.
"i'm sorry." you hear a familiar voice say behind you.
your head snaps around, and your heart starts to race. anger threatens to take over your senses as you try to compose yourself.
"what the fuck are you doing in here?" you ask.
he walks closer to you, slowly, like prey approaching a dangerous species. you blow your smoke right into his face, and this time he coughs. just slightly.
"listen, i was being stupid." he says, his eyes refusing to meet yours in embarrassment.
bobby runs a shaky hand through his hair, muttering a small, "i'm sorry" again.
"you're fucking pathetic. you can't even look me in the eye when you're talking to me." you mutter.
his eyes slowly meet yours. "fuck. I screwed up, okay? please, are we cool?"
any ounce of calm in your body is gone. vanished.
"seriously? that's it? you can't just beg me to forgive you. you made me look weak out there. you know I can handle alcohol and you just act like a complete prick all the damn time. i'm sick of it." you spit out.
"I know. I know." bobby nods lazily.
"you know? come on, keating. im done playing games with you." you roll your eyes.
"listen, i didn't mean to. i can't act normal when im around you, and it just-" he stutters, running a hand through his curls.
he walks towards you slowly, your noses bumping just barely, and you can hear the way his chest was knocking against his ribs nervously.
"i hate you." you whispered, looking down at his lips.
"no, you dont." he whispered back, watching as your eyes darted from his lips to his eyes over and over again.
his fingers danced across your cheek and placed a strand of hair behind your ear, right before he leaned in to kiss you.
"don't." you turned your head.
his head jerked back in surprise at your words. "what?"
you closed your eyes. "come on, rob. what are we doing?" you asked slowly.
"im being honest with you." he pleads, following your eyes as they fix on the dirty white tile of the bathroom floor.
"no you aren't. i cant do this." you shook your head.
he grabs your wrist as you slide past him, asking for your attention one last time.
"please, just let me talk. for once."
you huff once, and then cross your arms over your chest. "what?"
"i like you. okay?" bobby starts with a long exhale.
your eyes widen.
"ive always liked you. even when i haven't been the nicest, i just always screw up when im near you. so no, i didn't mean to talk to you that way-"
you tilt your head as you listen to him confess.
"I didn't even notice how incredibly rude that was until you pointed it out. i was just being stupid, and it was a bad choice for a joke." he admits.
"its fine." you say with a sniffle, bringing your cig up to your lips again.
"are you sure?" he asks with a squint of his eyes.
you nod. "mhm."
bobby comes closer to you, slowly again, reaching his fingers out to brush your wrist.
you don't argue.
he guides you back towards the sink, pressing your hips against the marble counter.
"rob, i dont want to rush this." you say carefully.
"we dont have to." he leans in, his minty breath mixed with the smell of the alcohol he drank earlier fanning down your neck.
a shiver crawls up your spine as goosebumps coat your skin, and your eyes flutter shut.
"i fucking hated you three minutes ago" you breathe out as you feel him edge even closer, his lips inches from your neck.
"hated? meaning you dont hate me anymore?" bobby asks with a sly smile.
"dont fish for it." you say.
he chuckles, letting it echo in your ear.
"please let me kiss you." he whispers against your lips.
you smile slowly.
he leans in, his lips gently brushing against yours teasingly, almost asking for permission before he fully gives himself to you.
you nod once, and that's all it takes for bobby to kiss you deep.
your hands fly to his hair as his hands tuck under your thighs in one motion, moving you to sit up on the counter.
"fuck." he breathes against your neck, trying to tell himself you're real and his dream of always wanting you coming true.
you laugh into the kiss as you feel his lips against yours, and he pulls back to take a deep breath. "I thought you didn't want to rush this?" he asks as you tug his brown strands of hair.
"fuck that," you breathe against him, inviting him in again, his hands steady on the small of your back.
after a few long kisses, you place your hands on his chest to steady him. "rob." you say, but he doesn't pull away.
his lips continue their trail down your neck, and you bring your hands to yank at his shirt roughly. you say his name a few more times to calm yourself down.
"what is it?" he asks, out of breath.
"i'm...drunk." you say, your pupils wide and lazy.
"i know." he says with a tiny giggle as he places a kiss on the inside of your palm.
"and so are you." you say slowly.
he stands up straighter, fixing the buttons on his shirt that you attacked just seconds ago.
"what are you getting at?" he asks with one brow perked up.
"will you still want me tomorrow?" you ask shyly, a blush creeping up your cheeks.
tonight you were buzzing with the daze of the alcohol. tomorrow you'd be back to normal.
"of course," his lips brush yours again.
"i think i should be the one asking you that." bobby admits.
you drop your head to look down at your feet hanging off the ground, but its not long until he puts his fingers between your chin and forces your eyes to his.
"i do want you." you whisper.
"then that's all i need." he grins, pulling you in again.
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you two erupt from the bathroom around one.
"the fuck were you two takin so long?" ryan asks.
"i got lost." you pull a few messy strands of hair behind your ear.
"and I found her." bobby adds with a pointed finger.
eli's passed out, and josh's head is on his shoulder. they look like two dead bodies.
"did you poison them?" you ask.
"its all rob's fault." ryan said.
bobby's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to protest.
"you put out the strong stuff. it knocked them out." ryan explains.
"never leave them with that bottle again." you point a finger at bobby's chest.
he chuckles. "copy that."
"i guess we're the ones having to carry them home." you say while finishing the last sip of your guinness.
"no way." bobby whispers in your ear.
you turn to face him, your brow perked up in suspicion.
"what's on your mind, keating?"
"you." he smiles.
before you know it, rob's tugging you out of the booth and into the cold streets of dublin. you inhale the fresh air for a quick moment before the night dissolves into slight drops of rain. you smiled, throwing your arms out freely.
"shit." bobby looks up at the pour, shielding his eyes from the rain.
"c'mon, love, lets go. it's pouring." he squints at you.
you look at him on the steps of the pub, your lips curled into a loose grin.
"come here." you say, your face dripping in water.
"are you crazy? get out of the street." bobby waves you over with his hand.
"no." you say, standing your ground.
rob sighs. "i'm not playing around." he says, his tone sharper this time.
"neither am i." you bite your lip, continuing to get drenched.
you remove your leather jacket, tossing it at bobby's face. he catches it with a sharp gasp, not expecting that.
"you afraid of a little water?" you tease, letting the rain soak your dress that now clung to your skin.
he sighs deeply, placing your jacket on the railing of the pub and scurrying over to you in the middle of the street.
"listen,- what if a car comes?" he asks frantically.
"there's no one driving at this hour." you mutter against his lips.
he looks at you through wet eyelashes, admiring your glistening skin and pretty smile.
"you're crazy." he shakes his head, looking down at your lips.
"i know."
"i've never met anyone like you."
"i know."
"do you?" his eyebrow lifts.
you nod your head while biting your lip. "but am i better than that other girl?"
he squints. "what-"
"earlier. her lipstick was on your neck." you say shyly.
he giggles. "come on, love."
"be honest." you don't let up.
"of course you're better than her. i didn't even get her name."
you cluck your tongue once. "what are you waiting for to take me home, then?"
his expression drops, but he continues to tug you closer to him by your hips. "im waiting for you. you're so stubborn, got me stuck in the rain."
you chuckle, cupping his cheeks to kiss him hard once more. "let's go."
he smiles, tugging your hand as you run off into the rainy night.
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bobby skeetz fic tonight/tmrw night depending on if i finish it <3 (lets all pray for my brain that i can cook up some lit shit)
Hi! It’s my first time here and I love your fics! I was hoping to request a Josh x reader fic where they grew up close friends but lost contact after Inhaler started touring more. They run into each other years later and admit there were feelings there.
I apologize if that’s a bit confusing.
hi, anon!! thank u for your kind words <3 i love the josh fic requests like yessssir
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rein me in - josh jenkinson
pairings: josh jenkinson x reader
summary: josh comes home to dublin after inhaler finish their north american tour. little does he know, you've just returned from uni, graduated, and ready to continue life in dublin.
content warning: fluff .ᐟ
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you were sat on the late bus, earbuds with the smiths sunk in your ears, the rhythm of the whole "louder than bombs" album on repeat for the last eight hours.
you couldn't remember the last time you were in dublin. you didn't even come home for winter break.
the late london train arrived in the dublin station at last, and you grabbed your luggage as soon as you heard the woman over the speaker declaring your arrival.
you breathed in the fresh air as you stepped onto the platform, walking onto the long cobble streets you missed so much.
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"mam?" you asked as you unlocked the door painted with a dark shade of blue.
"love? that you?" your mam squinted in the doorway.
"yeah, ma." you sighed, exhausted from your travel but still managing to give a soft smile.
your mother wrapped you in a tight hug. "you're graduated! i'm so very proud of ya!" she squeezed you hard.
you chuckled, trying your best to match her excitement.
"im gonna call everyone and tell 'em you're home!" she smiled.
"you don't have to-" you started.
"well, come inside for tea, tell me all about it!" she waddled into the kitchen.
you laughed, carrying your luggage through the door and locking the front door.
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"one question for you, love." your mam said as she lit a cigarette.
"why didn't you come home for break?" she asked, taking a drag.
you sighed. you couldn't tell her exams. it was the truth, but it looked like a cover up. you needed to study. college was serious.
"ma...why are you still smoking?" you shook your head in dissapointment.
"i'm lonely." she shrugged.
"i suppose I didn't come home because I was busy with work. I have bills to pay, books for classes to buy, which are really fucking expensive." you laughed.
"welcome to the real world" your mam chuckled, her rough laugh turning into a chainsmoker's cough.
"ma." you shook your head, grabbing the cig. "no more."
"you're no fun." she shook her head.
"I'm trying to protect you. cancer isn't a joke." you scolded.
"cause you want to keep me alive until your wedding?" she joked.
your face dropped. "come on ma, that's not funny."
"ah, I'm sorry." she patted your hand over hers. "listen, tell me about something other than classes. any lucky lads?"
you shook your head. "no."
"oh. I know why," she sang.
your eyes shot up. "...why?" you asked slowly.
"the lad who used to live here. you two were quite inseperable. just came back with his band." your mother waved the words around like they were nothing.
but you knew.
josh.
"oh, josh?" you asked while you cleared your throat.
she nodded her head.
"we grew apart. he's isn't the reason im not married, mam." you grimaced.
"yeah, okay" she said.
"I'm gonna arrange something for you tonight." she patted your shoulder, walking into the living room.
"arrange something? like what?" you asked, puzzled.
"like a grad party." she shouted from the living room.
you sighed, your face falling into your hands.
"arrange something" for your mam meant invite the whole neighborhood. and now that her memory was fresh with josh, she was definitely calling his folks.
"ma, I'll be back." you grabbed your jacket, heading out the door.
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you pressed your back against the wall of some brick building you didn't care for, frantically pulling out your cigarette pack.
your mam smoked. you hated it. but it got the best of you sometimes. you were glad it didn't affect you as bad. and today, you needed it.
why would she bring up josh?
he was your best friend. you met at an ice cream shop when you were fifteen, you ordered the same flavor and then you accidentally dropped your cup, so he bought you a new one.
you talked about bands for hours, exchanged digits, and then called each other each day. you didn't go to his school, but one of your mates eli had a close connection with him.
they formed a band, and you were with them at every rehearsal. you always felt something in your heart for josh, but couldn't pin what it was. even if you did tell him, you figured it was just a stupid crush and he was your best friend.
their band blew up before you could confess. and then tour swooped him away.
and college captivated you, so you left for london, and he left for stardom.
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"y/n?" someone asked as you took a drag.
you slowly turned your head, only to be met with the one and only josh.
speak of the fucking devil. angel. wait. you have to respond so you don't look weird- "josh?" you asked quickly, your eyes widening.
he chuckled. "yeah. its nice to see you. my mam just called to tell me you were in town. I was on my way to your house." he stuffed his hands in his pockets.
"I wonder who told her," you laughed. "mams been telling everyone I'm home." you rolled your eyes.
"I remember her. she was fun." josh nodded.
"yeah. uh,- you're also back, right? how are the lads?" you asked, scratching your neck.
"they're good, we're good. tour's a lot of work, but we're holding up. you should come see us."
your eyes widened. "like at a gig?"
"oh- no. I meant like you should just go see them- maybe at the pub or something"
"oh! sorry-" you chuckled.
"no, you're good. you could also come to a gig if you want to. we're playing at anderson's tonight." josh let out a nervous laugh.
"mam's having a party for me tonight." you sighed, biting your lip.
"oh. that's totally okay, don't worry." he brushed it off, but you could see the longing in his eyes.
"no." you rushed to say. "I could tell her its not a big deal. I'd rather see you guys anyway."
"what? isn't it your grad party?" josh asked.
"yeah, but...I missed you guys." it slipped out.
josh's expression softened.
"see you then." he pulled you in for a tiny hug, and you gasped at the contact.
you didn't expect it, but you didn't mind it either.
you'd miss the hugs he'd give you whenever you snuck a cig outside of class or went to his gigs and he'd come off the stage asking you how you liked it.
"see you" you waved goodbye, placing your cig up to your lips again.
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you didn't know what the dresscode was for anderson's.
you settled on a long sleeve red dress, ruffles at the edges, the length down till mid-thigh.
you wore black tights and shiny black loafers, with a golden button to match your gold hoop earrings. maybe it was too much?
but josh thought it was perfect. "you look stunning." he breathed, coming closer to you carefully like you were made of glass.
"hi." you blushed, patting his back as you settled into the hug.
"is that-" ryan pointed at you.
"no fucking way!!" eli shouted, interrupting ryan's thought.
you could tell they were tipsy already.
"hey" you waved shyly, pulling away from josh.
"y/n? that you?" bobby squinted at you through the glass of his guinness.
you nodded enthusiastically.
"you look good. how was uni? y'know, since you were the only one of us who actually got a life" eli joked.
you chuckled. "it was fun. i'm going into photography."
"good for you, good for you" ryan nodded.
you smiled, looking at josh, who rolled his eyes at the lads' slurred responses.
"music photography," you sang with a grin as bobby passed you a beer.
"ohhhh hell yeah" eli nodded.
"we'll call you up for a shoot- are you planning on staying in dublin?" he asks.
"yeah. there's some great studios around my mam's house." you nod.
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the show was amazing. you stood right in front of josh, gripping onto the barricade and your guinness as you sang familiar lyrics from your teen years.
you remember when eli was in the process of writing "it wont always be like this", and hearing it live rather than in his dad's garage was a much better experience.
the way he looked at you and occasionally shot you a wink made your heart beat faster than it normally did, and you realized if all this time you were just hiding from your feelings about josh.
"you did great." you praised, sweaty from jumping up and down and a bit drunk from the refills.
"thanks." josh gave you a lazy smile, removing his guitar by the strap delicately.
"hey, can i talk to you?" your fingers were tied in anxious knots, your hair frizzy and covering your forehead.
josh downed a can of beer- or maybe it was an energy drink? you couldn't really see because the label was blurred from your very drunk vision.
"sure." he swallowed, placing the can down.
you stepped to the far side of the stage, pulling him into the dark corner. applause from the crowd was still very noticeable with over-excitement.
"ive been thinking." you started off with a deep breath.
josh raised his eyebrows when you didn't continue. "you have?"
you nodded slowly. "yeah- uh,"
just calm down. its josh.
"it's about...us." your eyes finally met his.
his body stiffened, almost like he was preparing; or at least hoping for this moment.
"remember senior year? when we got really drunk and snuck into the pub during karaoke night?" your cheeks grew hot.
he tried to cover up a smile, but let it slip out regardless. "yeah."
"well, i've been thinking about that night." you muttered.
"me too." he scratched his neck with a nervous laugh.
you smiled. "yeah?"
he nodded.
"all the time. every time we come back to dublin I hope to see your face. but now you're home, so I'm beyond happy." he confessed.
"josh," -you breathed in with a soft smile- "God, that's really nice to hear." you laughed.
he chuckled. "i've always liked you. I don't know if it was obvious, but..."
"really?" you gasped.
he nodded.
"me too. I just thought if I told you, it'd ruin our friendship. and I would never do anything to hurt our friendship."
"I'm glad you're still here." his finger lifts to brush your cheekbone.
you don't wait any longer before you lean in for a soft peck on his lips, watching as his cheeks redden.
you giggled, running off into the crowd. "I'll see you around, rockstar." you wink as you travel deeper into the night.
he laughed, shaking his head.
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taglist: @cloudyneptune @palmerpillled @astraeainecstasy @maroonstarssorrow
for ppl who requested, i received them!! they are on their way im so sorry for the delay <33
josh requested fic coming out tonight!!
ceilings - robert keating
pairings: bobby skeetz x fem!reader
summary: bobby has to go on tour again. but you're suffering. he won't leave you alone, not again.
content warning: mentions of postpartum, melancholy, hurt/comfort, fluffy fic .ᐟ
authors note: guys. this was emotional.
you were sat in the kitchen around midnight, your head between your hands, bobby's sleepshirt nearly falling off your shoulder. your hair was a mess, and your body felt scattered and drained.
the door creaked open, and then slammed shut. you couldn't even look up. the stress of taking care of way too much was killing you.
work, bobby on tour, your child; everything was too much.
the dark circles under your eyes deepened each day, and bobby started to notice.
"love?" he asked, dropping his jacket on the coat hook.
you sighed.
what now? more news about him leaving you again?
him and the band had just organized their tour schedule for north america, and bobby was about to be back on the road again.
his hand landed on your shoulder, asking silently for your attention. you slowly turned around on the stool, showing him your condition.
"baby? why are you still up?" he asked, his brows furrowing with concern as he looked in your dark eyes and pale face.
"i cant sleep without you." you muttered, your chin quivering on the verge of falling tears.
"i'm home." he kissed your temple. "lets go to bed."
"i can't, rob." you nearly whined.
"why not?" he asked with a tired sigh, rubbing your shoulders.
"its too much. everything is too much." your face scrunched.
he let your statement sit for a little, his face softening with understanding.
"come on. lets go." he dragged you off the stool at the counter, his hands holding you up by your waist.
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you collapsed into bed, your eyes fluttering shut. you didn’t know the last time you went to bed early, taking care of your son every day and night nonstop.
bobby was never home to.
"how is he?" he asked while unbuttoning his shirt.
"good." you nodded, opening your eyes slowly.
bobby tried to smile, but the only thing that he felt was pain from your suffering.
he hated seeing you like this.
his bare chest gleamed in the dim lighting of your bedroom as he walked over to the wooden crib next to your bed.
he cradled his small cheek, and then smiled.
"he's beautiful." he whispered.
you hummed in response. bobby looked up at you, drained from all of your energy, not being able to pay attention to your baby.
"how long are you here for?" you whispered as he moved into bed. his weight created a dip in the mattress, and he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
"as long as you want me to stay." he answered, brushing his fingers along your hairline.
"no, rob. when do you leave for tour?"
"i know you're talking about tour. i wont leave you if you aren't okay by yourself." he told you.
your heart stuttered. what? but he had to tour.
"you don't look well. and you aren't talking to me. i know it's not just about him." bobby notices, brushing your cheek with his soft digit.
the tears are on their way. and this time, you can't stop it. "rob..." you trailed off, the tears slipping down your soft cheekbones.
"shh...just talk to me." he pulls you closer to him on the bed. you laid on his chest as his fingers drew soft patterns in your hair.
"i want to love him. i do. and he's beautiful," you sobbed into his chest.
"but my body is so tired..and i just- i can't even look at him." you admitted, your voice breaking with each word.
the truth hurt. but it was right. and it needed to come out.
"you need sleep." was all he said, rubbing his hand up and down your back.
every day this month after he was born you felt tired. lonely. you couldn't even look at him properly. hold him properly. and bobby noticed. he's found you in the kitchen every day late at night.
even when he was home, you'd sneak onto the porch after midnight to just feel the breeze. a sign that life still moves while you're frozen in time.
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bobby woke up to the sound of the water in the shower against the wet tile of the bathroom across the hall. he ran a hand through his hair, looking for you, but you were showering.
bobby looked over at charlie, picking him up as he cooed softly.
"morning, buddy" he kissed charlie's forehead and changed his diaper.
after he finished, he padded across the marble floors into the kitchen and sat charlie in his little seat. he fed him and put him down for a nap again.
but you were still showering.
bobby grew worried, checking down the hall to see if you came out of the bathroom. you didn't.
he checked if the door was locked, but it wasn't. he pushed open the silver doorknob, the hot steam from the shower welcoming him into the warm atmosphere.
his heart knocked against his chest, but he tried to remain calm. what was taking you so long?
the warm water hit his back as he arrived behind you.
you felt his presence, the way the air shifted once he joined you, but continued to wash your face, acting like you were fine.
when you rinsed your face, you just started straight at the wall, unable to talk to him.
if you spoke, you would break down into tears. if you hugged him, you would fall apart in his arms. if you looked at your son, everything would soften as soon as it would crumble.
bobby's arms wrapped around your waist, pressing his chin on your shoulder.
"you aren't talking to me." he said over the loud pour of the hot water.
you squeezed your eyes shut, unable to look at him. his fingers moved up to your chin, turning your body to face him.
"you know i'm here for you, right?" he asked gently.
you looked up at him through wet eyelashes, not sure if it was from tears or the shower. maybe both.
he pulled you in for a hug, and you collapsed against his chest.
"rob, it's too difficult" you sobbed, rubbing your nose against his neck.
"what's too difficult?" he asked, running his hands through your wet hair.
"everything. im not the same. i just wish everything could go back to before." you cried.
he cupped your face in his hands, kissing your forehead. "no. our baby is sleeping down the hall and he's waiting for his mother to hold him." he said.
that broke you even more. you sobbed openly into the crook of his neck, letting out everything this past month had pained you with.
"he wants his mother." bobby said. "and you don't wish that. you carried him for so long, and now we have to cherish it, right?" he asked softly.
you nodded as you sniffled in your tears, and he wiped them away.
"let me help you." bobby said, his tone gentle as he placed a tender kiss to your lips.
he grabbed the shampoo, gently running his fingers into your hair. he directed you to lean back, applying the hair wash carefully. your eyes closed at the soft feeling. you don't remember the last time he was this gentle with you.
when you exited the shower, he wrapped a gray towel around you and kissed your shoulder.
"he's crying." bobby said with a sigh.
"go. i'm okay here." you smiled.
"i missed your smile." he said, his eyes softening.
"me too." you blinked through wet eyelashes.
bobby quickly dressed and then scurried down the hall to attend charlie.
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you walked into the bedroom shortly after to see him giving charlie a bottle, humming a soft tune as he cradled your baby in his arms.
you leaned your head against the doorframe, taking in this moment. you never wanted to forget it.
"is that a new one?" you asked.
he turned his head to see you in the doorway, in his gray t-shirt, hanging down by your thighs.
he smiled softly with a tiny nod. you came up behind him, giving him a small peck on the shoulder.
he turned his head to speak to you behind him as he held charlie.
"it's something me and eli were messing around with yesterday." he discusses the rhythm, and then hums the melody again.
"its nice." you compliment him.
bobby smiles, turning his body to fully face you.
you peer down at charlie with wide eyes, mesmerized by your baby.
"he's yours, you know." bobby giggles.
"no." you say, looking up at him. "he's ours."
bobby kisses your cheek. "do you want to hold him?"
"i do. but i'm scared. what if he cries?" you hesitated.
"you're his mother. he'll love you." bobby reassures you, placing charlie in your arms.
you gasp at the weight of him, but you enjoy it. he's yours. he's beautiful. and...
"he's perfect." you finish your own thought.
bobby hums in response, standing right there next to you.
"hi, love." you spoke to charlie as a few happy tears roll down your cheeks. you smile through tears.
"oh, God." you laugh. "i'm sorry."
"don't be sorry, baby. he loves you." bobby rubs a soft pattern of circles on your waist.
"you're a great mam." he whispers before you both settle against the headboard, slightly rocking charlie to sleep.
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hii, this isnt a request BUT i wanted to ask did u see bobby's braid and what your opinions are on it 🫣 im not even a bobby fan but its all ive been able to think about, its so cute
HI ANNE !!! <333
lovely, i was absolutely obsessed. he is the cutest ever and he keeps finding ways to amaze us i swear that braid is adorable- its exactly like the few streaks of blonde he left in his hair that left us emotional asf. he's ridiculously cute how he finds ways to experiment with his hair and I'm absolutely here for it. #padawanbobby4life
xoxo
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for ppl who requested, i received them!! they are on their way im so sorry for the delay <33
𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖾𝖿 - 𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀
pairings: bobby skeetz x fem!reader
summary: things keep going missing. who's the clothing thief? one day, bobby finally comes home from the studio to find her in his clothes.
content warning: fluff .ᐟ
author's note: guys i think this hoodie is really cute so i made a little fic abt it :3 also i'm aware that the photo was taken when he was blonde but i really felt the need to make a newly brunette skeetz fic so here u go!
additions: based on this request from @cloudyneptune !!
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he woke up at six, rolling across the mattress to find you sleeping peacefully next to him. he blinked his tired eyes, getting one good look at you before heading out into the streets of dublin.
he ran his thumb across the hair that lined your temple, listening to your soft breathing. he kissed your scalp, and then moved to bring the white quilt over your body.
he got dressed, rushing around the bedroom as he panicked to find his favorite hoodie. "where the hell did it go" he murmured, searching under the blanket near your feet, watching you stretch and unconsciously as the unwelcome cool air of the bedroom hit your bare skin.
he moved out of the bedroom and into your living room, finding his hoodie draped over the dining room chair. he sighed in relief, throwing it over his shivering body. he grabbed his bag and guitar case, locking the door to your flat.
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you woke up at eight thirty, your feet padding on the cold wooden floors of your flat. you brewed some coffee, made yourself a small breakfast, and returned to your bedroom. it was quite cold today, and the heating in you and bobby's flat was phenomenally broken.
you rubbed up and down your arms, as they were covered in goosebumps, looking for your favorite thing of his. you checked his closet for his fluffy black hoodie, but it was nowhere to be found. and then, you reminded yourself that you used it last night when he was out at the pub with the lads.
you checked the spot you left it, hanging off the chair, but it was gone. your brows furrowed. he must have took it.
when you opened his closet again, you shifted around some t-shirts and button ups, landing on a faded-purple, wool sweater that looked just as comfy as the black one.
you smiled softly, slipping it over your shivering skin. when you sat down on the couch to watch a film, your phone buzzed.
a text from bobby. you responded as quickly as you could without thinking. he was your boyfriend, of course it was okay to steal his clothes. but for some reason you couldn't admit it.
the feeling of him gone and only holding on to his scent was something you got used to when bobby was on tour, and it was just you balled up in your comfy bed watching rom coms.
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"she said she didn't take it." bobby furrowed his eyebrows as he received your text.
"she definitely took it." josh pointed at him, his voice muffled with a mouthful of crisps.
"i dont know. shes honest with me." bobby shrugged, shutting off his phone and placing it on the gray sofa.
"she's your girlfriend. of course she's not gonna admit to stealing yer clothes." josh crunched another crisp.
bobby tilted his head in thought. "eh, maybe. i gave her my sweater for new years eve last year. she seemed quite comfortable."
"what's going on?" eli walked in, fluffing up his hair, voice raw and energized from a buzzing recording session.
"y/n's stealin' his clothes" josh summarized in under five words.
bobby squinted. "well-"
"grace does that and thinks i don't notice." eli shook his head while taking a seat next to bobby on the couch.
"is that a...good thing?" bobby asked hesitantly.
"are you serious? of course that's a good thing." ryan called from where he sat behind his drum set.
"it means she misses ya." eli nudged bobby's shoulder.
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bobby arrived home at six, locking the door to their flat carefully.
"im home," he called to you from the door.
you crept into the front room, giving him a big hug.
"hi." you muttered, kissing him on the cheek.
he grabbed your waist, bobby's thumbs toying with the fabric of your shirt. wait-
he pulled away, his brows furrowing in thought. "is that my shirt?"
you were barefoot, in small shorts and his striped blue button up.
"no," you sang.
"hmm. did you steal this hoodie last night?" bobby asked, nodding towards the black hoodie on his body.
you tugged at the drawstrings, bringing him closer to press a kiss to your lips. "maybe?"
he squinted. "you can tell me if you want to wear my clothes."
"fine. i admit it." you said. "when you're gone on tour, i always steal that hoodie. I guess I'm not used to you being back, so I forgot to stop wearing it." you confessed.
bobby chuckled. "that is the cutest thing i've ever heard." his thumbs came up to brush your cheeks.
you blushed, letting him kiss you again. "i made pasta." you whispered against his lips.
"seriously?" bobby's eyes widened, already dashing towards the kitchen.
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you two were curled up on the couch, watching "pretty woman" on your laptop yet again.
bobby sighed, the feeling of his chest beneath your cheek making you sit up. "what now?" you squinted adorably.
"as much as i love you, ive seen this film over one hundred times. i can recite it." bobby ran his fingers through your hair.
"what would you rather watch? the breakfast club again?"
"hey! that's a great film. and i can recite it in a good way." he pointed out.
you smiled, tilting your head. "can i have your hoodie?" you asked cutely.
he smiled. "I would say you don't have to ask, but I think you should considering I don't want to have another crisis that it went missing again."
you grinned, reaching for his hoodie at the end of the couch.
"it smells like you." you snuggled against bobby's chest.
"is that why you like it?" his palm ran up and down your back in a soothing motion.
"no. its why i love it." you kissed his temple, returning to the film.
hii! i luv luv luv your fics, i was wondering if I could request a josh jenkinson x reader fic? readers like a vet and brings his dog in for whatever reason and its just like a lil meet cute?
OH MY GOD ANON ! why is this the cutest idea <33 ill totally be happy to make this, considering its so freaking adorable omg . kissing ur brain for this idea and im gonna try to make this amazingggg pls enjoyy ;) also this is my first josh fic eee
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𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 - 𝗃𝗈𝗌𝗁 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗇
pairing: josh jenkinson x fem!reader . ݁ ˖
summary: while she's tired from her ongoing shift at the clinic, josh comes in because his dog sally got a bad case of food poisoning. ⋆˚࿔
warnings: none .ᐟ
word count: 1,118
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she sighed deeply, trudging down the hallway towards her office. at last, lunch time. its all she's been dreaming about since she clocked in with her keycard this morning.
she sat down at her wooden desk, opening the bag of nando's takeaway in her hands. she inhaled the warm smell, the chicken seasoning flowing through her nostrils. damn, she was hungry. all she wanted to do was forget about how many ticks she had to remove from fur today.
just as she unbuckled her paper container of nando's, her door flew open. she nearly flew out of her seat, dropping her chicken wing into the container.
"Jesus" she muttered, shaking her head.
"y/n? we need ya in room 4" adam; her boss, knocked on her door.
"wha-" she motioned to her chicken, a small pout on her face.
"please? i'll give you a raise" he winked.
she couldn't say no. she needed money. for a new beatles record, of course. "uhhh" she hesitated, licking chicken seasoning off her fingers.
"what's the case?" she walked over to the hand sanitizer despenser, shoving on a pair of blue rubber gloves.
"food poisoning." adam crossed his arms over his chest.
"ah." she nodded. "haven't had a case of food poisoning in months."
"mhm. first this season. that's why im payin' you extra" adam flashed her a smile.
she patted his shoulder, heading outside the room. "watch my takeaway. don't let tess eat it." she pointed a stern finger at him as she moved down the hallway.
"i won't." he chuckled. "sorry again!"
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the door to room four opened carefully, the patient's eyes darting to her face.
"hi." the man in a gray sweater moved to stand up, a nervous smile plastered on his lips.
"hi," she smiled back, adjusting the buttons on her coat and brushing a few messy strands of hair behind her ears.
"josh." he shook her hand firmly.
"y/n. im the doctor."
"who do we have here?" she pouted, looking at the furry puppy on the silver table.
she gently brushed a few sections of fur near her ear, the little brown and white puppy's eyes fluttering shut.
she tilted her head, examining her paws.
"this is sally. i'm almost sure she's gotten food poisoning, so i came here to check."
she hummed in response, continuing to examine her small paws.
"she's a beautiful puppy." she admired.
"she is. i've only had her a few months, so this gave me quite a scare."
she hummed in response, petting the soft spot behind sally's ears.
"did my technician tess come to check on you two already?" she asked.
"yeah. she said it might be a while before you came." josh scratched the back of his neck.
she huffed a laugh. "sorry about that. ive gotten a bit excited about my lunch break is all."
josh chuckled. "don't we all? i mean-,"
"nando's." they both said at the same exact time.
she stilled, a small blush creeping up her cheeks. "exactly."
josh laughed, but quickly covered it up with clearing his throat.
"when did you notice any symptoms for food poisoning?" she asked, returning to their previous topic, taking a seat on the small stool near the large computer.
josh told her all about how some friends accidentally gave sally fruits of a large kind, like strawberries, some raisins, and some cherries.
she shook her head with a laugh at josh's nervous tingling.
"we'll get her taken care of in no time. you've nothin' to worry about considering this happens all the time." she comforted him, finalizing the noted file on her computer.
tess slipped inside the room with a small wave, coming to her side to ask about sally. once that was situated, she checked sally's heartrate and examined her mouth.
"we're gonna run an x-ray, so we'd need to have you in the waiting room for now." she told josh.
"oh. okay." he nodded slowly.
"i can escort you if you'd like." she smiled.
"sure." josh nodded, opening the door for her and letting her slip out first. she muttered a thank you, guiding josh to the left wing of the hospital where the waiting room was.
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"forgive me if I'm wrong, but I have a feeling I've seen you before." she said.
josh chuckled. "you might've."
her eyebrows furrowed. "hm. lemme guess?"
he nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets as he listened to her ask questions.
"lets see. singer?" she squinted.
he laughed loudly. "close,"
"oooh. yay." she tapped her finger on her chin.
after a few seconds, it hit her hard. "oh! guitar." she waved her finger in his face.
he nodded slowly. "there you go."
"only took me twenty tries," she mumbled.
he opened the door to the last room in the left wing; the waiting room.
"you're the guitarist of that popular band." she nodded, trying her hardest to recall their name.
"inhaler." it finally hit her.
"yup." he said, taking a seat on one of the plastic chairs.
"you guys have a great song. 'falling in'? it's my favorite." she admitted.
"really? wow, that's nice to hear." josh accepted the praise with a gentle smile.
she hummed in response, crossing her arms over her chest.
"the lads were the ones that poisoned sally." josh shook his head with a chuckle.
"oof. sorry to hear that." she said.
"well, I'll see you around. i'll come back as soon as we finish her x-ray."
he nodded, letting her run off back into the veterinary chaos.
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"josh? can i speak with you?" she approached josh, jolting him to life.
he nodded in response, lifting off his plastic chair in the waiting room.
"hey." she gave him a tight-lipped smile.
"what's going on? is she okay?" josh asked anxiously.
"don't worry. her x-ray is done, no organ damage, so that's good. we're gonna provide you with medications- i'd say give it to her every day for one week. after that, her vomiting and shakiness should be functioning normally again." she explained.
"that's great. thank you for your help, truly." josh thanked her.
"you're welcome. it's my job, so," she chuckled with a playful roll of her eyes.
josh smiled. "can i see her?"
"course. c'mon." she tapped his shoulder, and josh followed her down the hall.
"hi, girl. are you ready to go home?" josh rubbed his thumb across sally's tiny wrinkled forehead.
she passed josh a white paper bag with the medication. "if you need any help applying it, don't hesitate to call us." she smiled, crossing her arms over her chest.
"i will. thank you again." josh placed sally into the carrier.
she tilted her head, smiling softly as josh headed down the hallway, disappearing into the busy streets of dublin.
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taglist: @cloudyneptune
just want to say i love love love all ur work, ur so talented !!! my fav inhaler writer on here <333 would love another bobby fic if u have any in the works (or even josh 😽) 💘💘
hi lovely!!! stop it right now, u are the sweetest ever! 💗 i love to write with my whole heart which is part of the reason writing fanfiction for my favorite fandoms/bands is just so fun as a hobby 🎀 i've always wanted to start writing for inhaler but i didn't think it would be that great 🚬
im ur favorite inhaler writer??? this is such an honor stawpp 😽 im lit blushing, (that legit made my day) i do have two bobby fics in my drafts already, so that's super excitinggg
ill make sure to post those as soon as my super stressful exams finish and throughout the whole summer ill be aiming to write lotsss.
as for a josh fic, im always open to any requests if you have in mind! to answer this req, one of those bobby fics will def be up there!! 🩷🪽
my exams run all next week so definitely after that ill start posting fics again! (sorry for the delay).
but thank u again, angel! love u 😽
xoxo, @cloudyneptune 💘💘
hiiii! i love your other works!
i was wondering if you’d be able to write an eli x reader around sharpest tool by sabrina carpenter? like an angsty situationship type situation but the drama leads to fluff of some sort at the end!
thank you!!🤭
hi anon! i definitely could try...💝 i love creating angst fics but i definitely will have to lock in when it comes to resolving it with fluff! additionally, thank u for the compliment 💕 inhaler fics are honestly so fun to write so i'm always open to it ;) enjoy! 😽
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𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 - 𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗃𝖺𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗐𝗌𝗈𝗇
elijah hewson x reader
summary: based off of request above!
word count: 2,309
cw: mentions of past relations, harsh language, drunk mc, angst with fluffy ending ⋆˚࿔
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no calls. no texts.
you didn't even see him on the street anymore.
and if you ever did, he would ignore you.
you were sad, of course. letting him shut you out like that made your heart sink. but after everything you two had been through, your brain spiraled with anger. how could he do that? just forget about everything you'd done for him? you attended every single one of his gigs, and faced multiple punishments from your boss for sneaking out early. (just to see eli).
tonight, you sat in a small stool at the counter of the pub, twirling a beer bottle between your fingers. you wanted to forget. all of it. so did he, apparently. his silence was absolutely killing you; in a way, it was deafening.
you looked unrecognizable. your small red dress and black eyeliner while your hair flowed wildly across your shoulders and down your back. tonight you would find someone; someone who would make you so happy eli would be dreaming of wanting you back.
but then you thought to yourself, if he asked to have you back, would you say yes?
yes, you would.
but that was the dangerous thing about him. he always pulled you in, even if you knew it was a bad decision.
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"y/n? is that you?" a deep voice called to you from behind.
you froze, about to turn around when you recognized the voice. it was eli. his breath fanned down your neck, and you shivered. you closed your eyes, not wanting anything to do with him. but shutting your eyes wouldn't hide you from the truth that he was right there.
you knew if you smiled and said you would come home with him, the same thing would happen. just like last time. the next day he would send you one text, something along the lines of, "hey," or "what's up," but when you'd get overexcited and answer, he wouldn't respond again.
it was a cycle.
and you couldn't escape it.
you took a big gulp of your beer, and then took a deep breath. you turned around to face him, no smile. no delighted look to see him. because you weren't. you were mad.
a grin spread across eli's face. "hey. i knew it was you."
you stayed still, just moved your arm to place your beer up to your lips again. you took a sip, just watching him. he looked pale in the bright lighting, his eyes dilated and pupils wide. he was drunk. for a while now. how long had you both been in the same room without him noticing? would he have even walked up to you if he wasn't drunk?
"what's goin on, you forget how to speak or somethin?" he chuckled.
"no. i'm here." you responded flatly.
eli's smile dropped, and he cleared his throat. "uh, you look different."
you grabbed a cigarette out of the pack in your pocket, reaching for your lighter. once you lit it, you responded to his observation.
"im still me." you answered, blowing the smoke in his face.
he didn't flinch. "what is going on with you?" he asked a little sharper than before.
"nothing." you shot back quickly.
eli scoffed and ran a hand through his hair, annoyed at your tone.
"what, eli? i'm acting like nothing happened between us. cause that's what you do all the time. it was nothing. two months of us going in circles was a mistake, right?" you asked sharply.
his eyes widened at your tone. "what?-"
"don't fucking bullshit me" you shook your head.
you were done. with all this shit and his games.
"i didn't forget about you. i was busy." he muttered.
"busy? with what?" you asked.
"the band." he said.
you sighed. "you don't even have a fucking label yet. i met the lads, they told me you finished writing all your songs and you were takin' a break until you found a manager. don't lie to me."
he looked surprised and caught red handed at the same time. "love, listen to me-" he reached for your hand.
you pulled away quickly. "don't touch me. i can't even trust you when i talk to you, so what makes you think i trust your hands on me again?" you said, your voice stuttering and the tears about to spill.
he closed his eyes, feeling your pain all the same. "I'm sorry. okay? I mean it."
you shook your head. "i can't do this with you, eli. not again." you grabbed your purse and adjusted it on your shoulder, and got out of your spot on the stool.
he grabbed your wrist. "wait. please."
"everything repeats, eli. if i stay, this will just repeat." you gestured between you and him, and then headed for the door to leave.
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you were walking home from the grocery store when your friend monica decided to call.
"hello?" you said, adjusting the grocery bags on your shoulder so you could hold your phone.
"hey! important announcement..." monica said enthusiastically over the phone.
"i'm listening," you smiled.
"party. tonight. ryan's house!" she exclaimed.
your smile dropped. if it was at ryan's house, eli would definitely be there.
"i, uh. cant." you said abruptly.
"what???? why not?" she groaned over the phone.
"monica, i'm not in the best place right now. you know, with eli." you muttered.
she went silent for a few seconds.
"monica? you there?" you squinted.
"yea, i'm here" she said.
"so, i can't go. have a fun time" you rushed an answer.
"whoa, whoa, whoa! not so fast. I know you, y/n. you and eli are circling again, but I think it'd be nice to go. ryan's inviting our old friends from uni so it'd be cool to see how they're doing. perhaps, you could meet someone else???"
you sighed, considering it.
you grew up with ryan and monica, and then met eli once he started to get close with ryan. the lads never went to uni, but you and monica made sure to bring back friends to your old cohort.
"fine. but i'm staying with you. the whole night." you said.
"okay," she answered. "i gotta run. see you tonight!"
you hung up the phone with a long sigh. what were you gonna wear?
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you arrived at ryan's house at nine, in a pair of jeans and a nice maroon blouse. you didn't wanna go all out, considering it was just casual house party on a friday night.
"hey! good to see ya." ryan gave you a big hug, which startled you. you patted his shoulder, unable to breath.
you pulled away to look at him, squinting in the dim lighting. he had a bottle of beer in his hand and one drumstick tucked behind his ear.
"what-" you gestured to the drumstick.
"i don't know what the fuck rob did to me, im really drunk" he slurred with a laugh.
"its nine pm. already?"
"you know what they say, early bird gets the beer" he puched your shoulder playfully.
"I don't think they say that-"
"y/n!!!!!!" monica shouted, pulling you by your wrist and deeper into the house.
"hey," you chuckled, almost stumbling over your feet.
"your boyfriend's pretty gone already" you gestured to ryan.
"yeah, he's-" she paused, pursing her lips in thought. "a little exotic."
you nodded enthusiastically.
"i love the outfit, by the way." monica smiled.
"yeah? thanks." you grinned, pulling at your top.
"hey rob." you gave bobby a fist bump, leaving monica to go assist a very drunk ryan.
he pulled you in for a hug, patting your shoulder. "hey."
"take the glasses off, you're inside." you pointed to his face, removing his dark sunglasses. "its already dim in here." you added with a chuckle.
"they looked good, though." he smiled, twirling the temples of his sunglasses.
you shook your head and whispered a little "no."
"where's the beer?" you asked bobby.
"over there." he pointed at the little kitchen island in the middle of the room.
eli was leaning on the counter.
you gulped. "uh, can you get me a drink, rob?"
"why?" he squinted.
"cause..." you looked to eli. "cause i..." you couldn't find an excuse to save your life.
bobby looked over at eli, and then it all clicked. "oh. gotcha."
you didn't ask how he knew, but as long as the issue was solved.
"thanks." you sighed.
"you can talk to me, y'know. he's been actin' like a dick lately. doesn't wanna sing shit for us. he said nothing's bothering him, but I know its something" bobby shook his head.
you thought about that for a moment. before you could put the pieces together, bobby patted your shoulder again. "beer?"
"uh, yeah." you nodded with a quick smile.
he walked away, leaving you to yourself in the middle of the living room.
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"one beer." bobby held out a bottle to you.
"oh. thanks." you took it from him, popping it open with your tooth.
he chuckled. " i haven't opened a beer that way since high school"
"i don't wanna go over there to get the opener" you said.
obviously, because of eli.
"i know it's about you." bobby said abruptly.
you nearly choked on your sip of beer. "what?" you said as you coughed.
"eli. he's been down. its definitely about you." bobby took a sip.
"well, i don't know." you shrugged.
"you gotta talk to him. he's fuckin' up our studio schedule"
you laughed loudly. "you want me to resolve things with him so he can sing for your band? ridiculous"
"not only that. do it for you. you guys were always cute together"
you winced at his words. "he acts like he doesn't know me after we get together. is he scared of falling in love? i don't know. but if he wants me, he's not gonna get me. I'm done playing games. sorry, rob."
you slid past bobby, heading for the door with your beer.
you opened the door, walking around to ryan's backyard. no one was outside, thank God. you sunk back against the grass, feeling the cold dew against your cheek. you looked up at the stars as you sipped your beer.
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occasionally, you went back inside to grab another. and then another. oh, and- another?
you stumbled to your feet the last time you dropped to the grass, returning to your date with the moon and the stars. this time, you weren't alone.
"starry night, huh?" a rough voice asked.
you looked up, your eyes blurry and your pupils dilated.
"eli." you whispered with a soft smile.
he squinted his eyes. were you not mad at him anymore?
"hey." he sat down, pulling his knees to his chest as he sat next to you on the grass.
"you don't look drunk" you enunciated your words, drawing patterns in the air with your finger.
oh. you were drunk. so you weren't technically mad at him right now.
he chuckled lightly. "im not drinking tonight."
"that's unusual for you." you said.
"yeah, I know." he sighed, bringing his fingers to your forehead and brushing the messy strands back.
you blinked at him through your big lashes, your lips parting at the softness of his touch.
"God. you're so fucking pretty." he continued to stroke your hair.
you instantly blushed. "you think so?"
"I know so. I can't take my eyes off you." he answered with a rough whisper.
you smiled. "since when did you know so? you never told me"
"maybe I was scared to." he brushed his thumb along your soft cheek.
your eyes fluttered shut at his gentle fingers.
if this was yesterday, you wouldn't let him get near you. now, you were drunk on both beer and his touch.
"you were scared to call me pretty?" you asked cutely.
"I was scared to tell you a lot of things."
you squinted. "like what?"
"that I love you." he blurted.
your lips parted, and you sat up on the grass. "you love me?"
he smiled. "yeah. I wasn't avoiding you because I was seeing someone else...I was just scared that you only wanted a fling. when you confronted me last night at the pub, I was trying to tell you I was mistaken and that I loved you. but you ran off. I shouldn't have lied about bein' busy." he explained.
you scooted closer to him on the grass, whispering in his face.
"I ran off last night?" you whispered adorably in his ear.
he chuckled. "yeah."
"what a bitch i was" you shook your head cutely with a pout.
he laughed, continuing to stroke your hair. "do you love me?"
you adjusted your head in his lap, looking up at him.
you sighed sweetly. "eli, of course I love you. since the first day I saw you in middle school I knew I loved you." you reached your index finger up to tap his nose with a small, "boop"
he grinned. "good. now we're on the same page." he leaned down to give you a soft kiss on your lips.
you blushed. "that was a good kiss." you licked your lips.
"it was." he nodded.
"do it again." you giggled, biting one of your nails nervously.
he reached down to remove your fingers from the area near your mouth, and he placed another teasing kiss to your lips.
"was that a good kiss?" he whispered against your lips.
"just- don't stop." you mumbled.
he chuckled, lifting your head out of his lap and holding you by your hips. he adjusted you so you could straddle his lap with your legs, and you giggled at the transition considering how dizzy you were.
"don't ever leave me again, eli" you muttered between kisses.
"i won't" he mumbled.
"i don't know if i can live without you." he added tenderly.
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a/n: guys wait my heart actually melted at the end
taglist: @cloudyneptune and the anon!!
hiii i just wanted to thank you for completing my req, it was so good!! tysm!!
(from eli request anon)
hi anon! im rlly glad u liked it 💓 u guys are genuinely so sweet when it comes to reqs, always lmk if u have one and ill be happy to do it 💞
requesting a elijah hewson x reader fic, pretty angsty but ending with fluff, like hurt/comfort type please!
an idea for the plot is maybe eli isn't really the best at communicating his feelings and it leads to some issues between them, but it all gets resolved (but u can also take creative liberties with this idea! tysm for all, fanfic writers r truely the backbone of tumblr!)
hi, anon! you ask and u shall receive! i'm sorry i took so long to create this, but here you go. i love this request, and ill try my best! i love writing fics for elijah so ill be happy to <3 angst with fluff at the end is what i live forrrr 🫰enjoy! (i also wrote this at twelve in the morning so let's put my brain to test)
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𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 - 𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗃𝖺𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗐𝗌𝗈𝗇
elijah hewson x reader
summary: based off of request above!
word count: 2,124
cw: mentions of heavy drinking, angst with fluffy ending ⋆˚࿔
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it was raining in ireland. it rained every day this week. you were wrapped up in elijah's warm hoodie, one that smelled like him. you looked out the window, leaning your head on the glass as you watched the rain pour down, the world as gloomy as you felt inside.
eli was never home anymore. the recording of the new album consumed almost all of his free time with you. he would call every day saying he was gonna stay late, and that it meant alot of he could put in one more rehearsal or one more song.
each time you complained, he just said all of the other lads girls don't have a problem with it. you would say okay and accept that he just wasn't coming home till late. you would wake up sometimes at midnight, only to see him slipping into the warm sheets next to you.
your heart immediately softened, knowing he was near.
it was getting dark. eli hadn't called at all today. no texts about staying late. no asking how your day at the office was. nothing.
your mind spiraled. why hadn’t he called? did he just...forget?
you ate dinner alone. you watched the new episode of both of your favorite show alone. his spot on the couch was empty. again.
at one, the door creaked open, and your head whipped around to face the door of your flat.
he slipped off his shoes and removed his jacket. eli ran a hand through his hair, almost stumbling over his feet, and he grabbed the coat rack for support.
you gasped in confusion. was he...drunk?
"eli?" you whispered softly.
his head darted up, his eyes squinting at you sitting on the couch. "love? is that you? why are you still awake?" he slurred his words, slowly walking towards your spot on the couch. your eyes dragged up his body, exhausted and sloppy.
"eli, are you drunk?" you asked, grabbing his wrists.
"no." he responded too quickly, reaching his hand up to run his thumb along your soft cheek.
you gently moved your face to the side, away from his hand. "we need to talk." you sighed.
his eyebrows furrowed. "about what?"
you glared at him, not being able to believe this.
"sit down." you pointed at the couch while standing up.
he sat down, and you crossed your arms over your chest.
"eli, do you understand how im feeling lately?" you blurted.
he froze, staying silent for a bit. "...how are you feeling?" he asked cautiously.
he was too drunk right now. it pissed you off.
"listen to me. im always alone now. you're never home, telling me you're in the studio- but now you reek of cigarettes and alcohol," you paused to take a deep breath so you wouldn't cry.
"what's happening to us?" you sighed, a tear rolling down your cheek.
"i was at the studio. we finished not too long ago. our producer suggested a pint, so i went." eli explained.
you gulped. "i miss you."
his expression softened. "me too, baby.." he slurred.
"God, eli." you shook your head, hugging his sweater tighter around your body.
"what? i don't know what you want me to say." he shrugged.
you froze. "are you serious?"
was he saying all this just so you wouldn't be mad at him again? was his heart even in this relationship?
his expression dropped. "come on baby, i didn't mean it like that."
"do you even want this? i wait at the door for you every night with a dinner plate just to get a call that you'll be staying overtime. well you can tell your producer that you have a life outside of music." you snapped.
eli's lips parted, surprised at your sudden reaction.
"all of the other lads girls don't seem to mind-" he started.
"do not say that, eli." you cut in.
"im not the 'other lads girls'. im yours. and i want this with you. im trying." you sniffled your tears.
it was silent for a long while, you just closing your eyes trying to compose yourself while he sat there on the couch without a care in the world.
"do i matter to you?" you asked suddenly.
he avoided your gaze. "you know you matter to me."
you scoffed. "wow, eli. i can't talk to you when your drunk." you stormed off, slamming the bathroom door behind you.
he sunk back against the couch, confused and surprised at your reaction. he didn’t think he did anything wrong.
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you got up early for work, yawning as you remembered you didn't get much sleep. not after what happened with eli.
you sighed, realizing he wasn't in bed next to you. after you got dressed, you popped an apple into your purse and grabbed your shoes.
when you looked up, eli was sleeping peacefully on the couch. you frowned, trying to find a way to forgive him. any way. nothing came to mind.
it hurt you, but that small voice inside you that offered hope reminded you that he was drunk, and there was still a way he could make it up to you.
you adjusted your purse on your shoulder, and headed out the door, leaving eli to himself.
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when you arrived home that night from work, you were already stressed about how many people asked you for an extension on a certain report. your head was pounding, and all you needed was to collapse in bed. when you opened the door to your flat, eli wasn't there. as normal.
no matter how usual it was not to see his face, you couldn't help but wait up for him almost every night. and work was your main source of stress, so staying up past midnight for him was a sacrifice.
you started to cook dinner, rolling up the sleeves of your fitted white button up. when you were chopping the tomatoes for the salad, you heard the sound of keys. you must have been hallucinating. eli walked through the door, his eyes never leaving yours as he hung up his coat and untied his shoelaces. you looked at him for the tiniest second before returning to your cutting board.
he walked over to you behind the counter, trying to ignore him despite how happy you internally were to see him home.
"how was work?" he asked, standing behind you.
he didn't advance to put his hands on your waist. it was like a glass wall was seperating the two of you, and you were back at square one when you first met him.
you didn't turn to look at him, just kept cutting the tomato in front of you.
"fine." you mumbled.
you grabbed another tomato, ready to cut into it when he grabbed your wrist forcefully. you finally forced your eyes to look up at him, confused.
"are we good?" eli whispered softly.
you stared at him blankly for a moment. were you good?
"i don't know, eli. it doesn't feel like we're good." you sighed, the tears ready to pour.
he gently reached for the hand that was resting on your hip, rubbing his thumb across the soft skin of the back of your hand. "then just talk to me."
you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. "i tried to tell you-"
"im ready to listen." he responded softly.
he wasn't here to fight. he was here to understand.
"im angry at you, eli." you started, inhaling sharply.
he stared, just listening and letting you spill right in front of him.
"im really angry that you're never home. that I make you a plate 'just in case' you didn't already eat with the lads. im angry that you barely give me an explanation where you are every night,"
he sighed deeply, his hand not letting go of yours. a single tear ran down your cheek at the thought of the next words coming out.
"and im sad. im sad that I can never travel on tour with you because I'm always stuck at the office. im sad that we are in a relationship but we are never actually together," you sniffled.
his thumb just kept drawing circles on the back of your hand. he didn't want to wipe your tear just yet, knowing that you might pull away from the contact.
"and I try. I try to be there for you- to cancel things just to be at a gig. but when I come home every night, I want to open the door and see your face. its all I want." you sighed.
"and after all that, yes, I'm angry. yes, I'm sad. but with all that, the one that hurts the most is that I'm exhausted from being so far away from you. I love you, and when I told you I miss you I meant it."
you sniffled, and he took in all the words you just said.
"I am so sorry." he said, shaking his head.
"I knew you always weren't happy about our distance but I didn't think it impacted you that much." eli admitted.
"I love you too. and I will make time for this. for us. i promise."
"just, tell me something, will you?" you asked, rubbing your palm across your cheek to collect your falling tears.
he hummed in response, tilting his head to get a better look at you in the dim lighting of the kitchen.
"why do you not tell me where you are? like- I understand that you go out for drinks sometimes, but other than that I barely know how your day went. I just want you to open up to me."
he ran a hand through his hair. "I didn't think you were interested."
"of course I'm interested, eli." you shook your head in disbelief.
"yeah?" a hint of hope in his eyes.
"yeah." you reassured him and pulled him in for a tight hug.
"tell me what you've been working on. show me what you've been up to." you invited.
"you wanna hear a new one?" eli asked.
"mhm." you put your hands around his neck.
it was foreign territory for you two, being so seperated in the past months. but you both had a silent revelation, one that said a kiss was the solution.
you closed the distance, smiling into the kiss. you couldn't remember the last time he kissed you like this. so softly, so gently, only between the two of you.
he placed his hands on the back of your thighs, swinging you up to rest around his waist. you shrieked as he carried you down the hallway and into you and his' bedroom.
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you changed into your pajamas as he followed suit, and then you took out your tight bun.
he looked over at you while taking off one of his rings, and he smiled.
"you're so beautiful. i cant remember the last time I saw you with your hair out."
his words made your heart flutter.
"c'mere." you invited with a smile, patting his side of the bed.
he walked over to you, giving you a kiss on the forehead. then, he grabbed the guitar sat at his side of the bed.
he sunk back against the headboard, strumming the strings of the guitar as light as a feather.
your head was laying on his shoulder, listening to the soft melody he fiddled with.
"that sounds nice." you praised.
"yeah?" he chuckled, and the sound vibrated against your cheek.
"mhm. do you have any lyrics for it?" you asked cutely.
"not yet, baby. I like to work on the melody first. then I'll see what I can do." he put one arm around your head, stroking your hair as gently as he could.
you soon fell asleep in his arms, the soft sound of the guitar rocking you to sleep.
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when you woke in the morning, you didn't feel alone. you didn't feel the distance and the emptiness of the man you loved. why? because he was right there.
your head was laying on his chest as you felt him breathe beneath you, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm. he was so soft in the morning, and you cuddled closer to him.
and then the realization hit you. he wasn't at work. it was late morning now.
"eli? don't you have to go to the studio?" you asked, voice rough from sleep.
he yawned loudly, digging in the palm of his hand to rub his tired eyes.
"uh...not today." he sighed sleepily.
you smiled against his chest. you couldn't remember the last time he stayed home for you.
but it was gonna be different from now on. he promised.
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taglist (ask to be added/removed): @cloudyneptune and whoever the anon is! </3
hii!! can i request a bobby x reader fic of reader dying bobby's hair (can either bleaching it blonde or dying it back brown)? 🫶
tysm, love ur writing!
hii! i love this ask sm, mainly bc i'm a big blondie skeetz fan so ofc im gonna have fun with this! bleaching it blonde would be so fun to give a story to...🥹🫶 thank u for saying u love my writing <3 I love u 😭 i hope i did well, mwah! 💋
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𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 - 𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀
bobby skeetz x fem!reader
summary: based on request above! reader bleaches bobby's hair!
warnings: none
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“are you sure about this?” she asked slowly, crossing her arms over her chest.
“yes, just put them on.” bobby dangled the rubber gloves in her face, widening his eyes.
“rob, i dont know…” she shook her head.
“put them on. im sure” he shoved the gloves into her palms.
she put the rubber gloves on slowly, trying to give him a second chance to take back his choice.
“he’s not gonna give in, you might as well do it” eli called to her from the kitchen, a soda can in his hand.
she sighed. “okay, fine.”
she secured the gloves around her fingers and grabbed the bottle of hair bleach from the table.
she bit her lip as she took a good look at the bottle. “blonde? are you one hundred percent sure? you know i love your natural hair, rob-”
“just do itttttt” he begged.
“okay, okay.” she shook her head.
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bobby took off his new hoodie and threw it on the chair. she didn't want him to get it dirty, especially because it was his favorite. he wrapped the towel around his neck, waiting for her to start.
she applied the skin protector and shortly sectioned off small parts of his hair.
“babe, if this comes out bad do not blame me because I warned you,” she told him.
“im ready for a change, its okay.” he told her.
she applied the brush wet with the bleach, taking a deep breath each time it touched his hair.
“breathe. its fine” bobby chuckled.
“I know you're biased because im your girlfriend, but i might actually mess this up” she stressed.
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"you know, the fans are gonna go wild" she clicked her tongue.
bobby shrugged. "you think?"
"yup. i nearly fainted when you told me you were thinking of going blonde" she giggled, applying more bleach to his ends.
"maybe leave the roots brown?" he suggested.
she froze. "are you insane? Jesus, you'll be a tiktok hit by tomorrow morning"
he chuckled. "not if anyone knows"
she went silent again. then, her brow perked up. "what are you thinking, keating?"
"what if I dont tell anyone until the first show in a few weeks?"
she shook her head. "if you say so."
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"voila?" she said, but it came out more like a question than a statement of confidence.
his eyebrows lifted. "why'd you say it like that, then?" he spun himself to face the mirror in the bathroom.
his lips parted. "ohhh fuckk" he tapped the strands of hair.
she giggled. "bad job? good job? how'd i do?" she chewed her nails.
"its......different." he said.
her expression dropped. "good different?"
"maybe. im not used to it yet." he shrugged.
she pursed her lips in thought. "well, we still have to let it dry; you've only washed it out."
"i dunno, love. its lookin a little yellow" he picked at a few strands again.
"dont criticize my work just yet." she patted his shoulders.
just then, there was a loud knock at the door.
"you done in here? ryan wants to order food-" eli swung the bathroom door open, only for his jaw to drop.
"holy shit." he muttered.
she and bobby burst into laughter at his expression.
"we still have to blow dry it" she warned.
"yeah, dont worry. she didn't fully ruin my hair yet" bobby added.
she gasped and smacked his arm playfully.
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"are you ready? im comin down" bobby called from the top of the stairs.
she squeezed her eyes shut, and eli laughed at the anticipation.
"hurry up lad yer scarin us" ryan shook his head as josh giggled from the couch.
"yeah, im ready" she bit her lip.
bobby came down the stairs, a big grin on his face. eli's jaw dropped, trying to hold in his laughter.
ryan and josh were speechless.
"you can open you're eyes, love" bobby giggled.
she slowly cracked her eyes open, only for them to nearly pop out at the sight in front of her.
bobby shook his hair out, the roots still faintly covered brown and the rest a new color.
her jaw was on the floor.
"i hope you're into blondes?" bobby asked hesitantly.
she came closer to him, grabbing his cheeks to tilt his head down, getting a better look at his roots. his arms found her waist as she examined his hair, getting used to the new change.
"forgive me but, maybe I did do a good job." she praised.
bobby chuckled. "you did. I told you." he kissed her forehead.
"you look hot?" she said. it definitely came out wrong.
"is that a question?" bobby kissed her cheek.
she giggled. "I don't know, but I like the new you" she ruffled his hair between her fingers.
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𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 - 𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓳𝓪𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝔀𝓼𝓸𝓷
pairing: elijah hewson x fem!reader . ݁ ˖
summary: being sick at home by yourself is a struggle until eli comes home from the studio, ready to make you feel better ⋆˚࿔
warnings: pure fluff .ᐟ
“im home” eli called to her as he shut the door to their flat.
she didn't respond. her eyes opened and closed softly, too tired and in too much pain to get off the couch.
“love?” he asked, turning the corner to enter the living room.
there she was, sitting like a lazy throw pillow on the couch, her skin pale. the tv hummed low, but she wasn't paying attention.
eli squinted, his eyes widening once he saw how pale she was. he immediately stepped closer, putting his warm hand on her forehead.
“are you alright?” he asked as he kissed her temple softly.
she blinked her eyes, barely turning her head to face him.
“fever” she said, her sore throat making her voice rougher than usual.
“shit.” he shook his head, rubbing her scalp.
“ill be right back, okay?” he told her, running into the kitchen.
eli removed his jacket, setting it down on a wooden chair and started the kettle for her.
he placed a tea bag inside the mug, and once the hot water was ready, he poured it inside.
“baby? i've got tea.” he placed the mug down on the table.
“thank you.” she said through a few cute coughs.
“do you need anything else? just say the word.” he said, rubbing her hair.
“just stay with me.” she mumbled.
his expression softened. “of course, baby.”
“wait. i dont want to get you sick.” she warned, sitting up in her position.
“shhh. i dont care right now.” he shook his head.
“yeah? but-” she tried to protest.
“don't worry about me.” eli cupped her cheek and gave her a small kiss on the forehead.
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after a few hours of her and eli wrapped up in each other and watching old movies together, he looked down to check if she was awake.
her chest rose and fell, her breathing low and soft as she slept peacefully like a kitten on his chest.
he smiled cutely, rubbing her temple and giving her a soft kiss there. she finally shook to life, blinking a few times before stretching her arms above her head.
"do you want me to start the bath?" he asked, rubbing slow circles on her waist through her gray hoodie.
"would you? if its not too much trouble-" she said.
"of course. wait here." he got up off the couch, bringing the empty tea mugs and placing them on the counter for a future refill.
eli slipped into the bathroom, the hum of the water echoing through her flat.
eli returned to her spot on the couch, slowly asking if she was ready to move. he lifted her up by her arms, and she wobbled, like a baby goat learning to walk.
"i've got you, love. come on." he guided her towards the bathroom gently shutting the door behind them. he helped her out of her hoodie, and then left her to herself to finish undressing.
"tell me when you're ready and ill come back" he said, closing the door behind her.
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she sunk back against the cool porcelain of the tub, closing her eyes. she sniffled, her runny nose being the most annoying component of her sickness. "eli? you can come in" she called out into the hallway.
he saw the steam escaping from under the door, quietly stepping inside. "ready?"
"mhm" she nodded, letting him sit on the stool beside her.
he grabbed the shampoo, gently caressing her scalp.
he let the shower head run over her hair, washing away the shampoo shortly before he added the conditioner.
when he was done with her hair, he kissed her temple, leaving her to herself.
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she padded against the cool floors of her flat, returning to her spot on the couch that was now taken by eli.
"hi love. more tea?" he nodded towards a mug on the coffee table.
she smiled softly, taking a tiny sip before she came closer to him, straddling his lap.
"thank you." she muttered, nuzzling her nose in his neck.
"what for?" he asked, running his hands along her waist in a soothing motion.
"just for takin' care of me." she shrugged as she brought her finger up to trace the star tattoo on his collarbone.
"it's no problem." he kissed her forehead.
they sat there for a few minutes, taking in the softness of it all, letting her sickness set in as he rubbed her back. she breathed softly against his chest, the tv playing some old movie neither of them were paying attention to as they both drifted off to sleep.
"i love you" she sighed sleepily.
his eyes shot open. did she really say it out loud?
"what was that, babe?" he asked, whispering in her ear.
"i said i love you." she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, but meant it all the same.
"i love you too." he blushed.
the rest of the night was spent in soft kisses, more movies, continuous refills of tea, and fuzzy blankets draped over their bodies.
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