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josh jenkinson
eloped
heart of gold
elijah hewson
to be alone (with you)
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will write for all inhaler members, no smut
this account is completely anti-ai, no ai is used in my writing or will ever be used.
bf!inhaler hc's
warnings: none
summary: how each inhaler boy acts as a boyfriend
Eli
genuinely attached at the hip (dare i say enmeshment)
his love language is quality time or physical touch
he goes all out for birthdays, anniversaries, etc.
he loves doing all the corny couple things, the only issue is that he is terrible at all of those things
ice skating together which ended in him refracturing his rib. a pottery date in which, despite wearing an apron, you both ended up caked with clay. he has spent so much money at the fair trying to win you a stuffed animal
he's very clumsy
speaking of money, he likes to spend it on you (ik that bono money is good)
hair, nails, souvenirs, anything you want
and back to bono, you get along super well with his family. they saw him trailing you around like a lost puppy and just knew you are the one
you hang out with his siblings solo all the time. you stream jordan's music, watch eve and john's movies/shows
you fall asleep on facetime together while he's on tour
he has a hard time coming down from a show, so just hearing you breathe and seeing your face, even through a screen is amazing.
when you facetime normally, he holds the phone so close to his face like some grandpa just because he cant be bothered with holding his phone up
when you come with him on tour, it makes his year
hes very big on pda, he wants at least one part of his body touching yours at all times
an arm over you, holding hands, hand on your back, little kisses, etc.
he doesnt see a reason to hide his love for you
this goes for social media too, he loves posting you
he loves spooning, especially to fall asleep (see that one photo of him sleeping cuddling a pillow)
i dont think he has a preference with little or big spoon though
he steals YOUR clothes
a shirt of yours goes missing for three weeks then you see a video of him on stage just sweating it out
good luck getting it back (spoiler alert: you ARENT)
Ryan
half of your texts are just sending selfies back and forth to eachother
he also sends you songs that remind him of you (mainly love songs)
he has a tattoo dedicated to you or matching with you
he's a words of affirmation guy
you get handwritten letters and paragraphs from him all the time
he's also a foodie. whenever you travel, he's already mapped out the places where you are eating
loves a movie date too, but he always buys too many snacks and you both leave with tummyaches
you also spend at least an hour talking about the movie before writing your letterboxd reviews
you're the couple that friends trust to babysit/dogsit
he's such a good caregiver both for dogs and kids, but also to you.
when you're sick or on your period, he goes all out. ordering food, putting on your favorite movies, you aren't getting out of bed on his watch
he's fine with pda but it's not something he tends to initiate unless you ask for it
he does post you on his socials a lot, he just wants to brag about how perfect his partner is
he's also one of those people who get really hot when they sleep, so he tends to stay away from cuddling you to sleep.
that being said, he does love when you fall asleep on him (even if he'll move you once he starts to sweat)
back to the dogs, you two probably tried to foster some
you failed and fell in love with the first one you ever fostered
now you have a puppy running around your home, but ryan's just as energetic as that puppy so it evens out
there's a perfect mix of joking around and serious conversations between you two
Bobby
He's also a foodie. But, in the sense that he really likes cooking
his love language is acts of service
and he acts like a housewife- cooking and cleaning for you
this being said, he cannot have you in the kitchen at the same time as him nor can he bake to save his life
you're like his stylist. you do his hair (dying and braiding it), you've done his makeup (eyeliner for gigs- shoutout ella for putting that idea in my mind)
he really likes it when you play with his hair, especially if you've gotten your nails done
there's a lot of arcade dates
he's so competitive
if you're not a video games person, he makes you one. (he doesn't let you win)
there's a lot of play fighting and wrestling in your relationship too. you guys like making fun of eachother (lightheartedly ofc)
occasionally it goes too far and you guys need to re-establish boundaries
if you come with him on tour, he takes you to all the tourist attractions
lots of museums and sightseeing
he's great at impressions and making you laugh
when sick/on your period, he's always distracting you with some antics
he loves sleeping on you. its often that you wake up with your arm numb from him or having his hair in your face and him on your chest.
he's probably taller than you, so you steal his shirts for nightgowns.
there was a time when you got into an argument and he put your favorite snack on the top shelf so you had to ask him to get it for you.
you realized you underestimated his stubbornness
Josh
the sweetest ever
before he cut his hair, he tried to convince you to teach yourself to retwist his dreads (using youtube)
his love language is physical touch
it's not like eli with how he needs you touching him, but josh feels more comfortable with you
you make him feel more confident also, especially while preforming if you're watching him
a lot of record shop dates, going to gigs and on hikes
he is an alltrails demon, though if you haven't gone on a lot of hikes, he'll only choose easier ones for you.
when your feet hurt, he'll carry you (both on hikes and standard outings)
he loves taking his camera and taking photos of you instead of the views
he's got over a thousand photos of you, off guard, or posing
he's the dream instagram boyfriend
speaking of insta, he doesn't post you on it unless you insist
he wants your relationship to be as private as possible
but with that being said, he's okay with pda. never like anything too crazy, but he's almost always holding your hand
he tends to be a bit more of a homebody, he doesn't frequent pubs as much as the other guys
he hates when you get sappy, which is just all the more motivation for you to do it for birthdays and anniversaries
he also shies away from being sappy towards you. he loves you a lot but just can't put it into words
he gives you a lot of hugs though, they swallow you whole
there's been times when he comes home from tour and just flops ontop of you. no matter how long you want to stay, you have to tell him to move as he is a large muscular man who is heavy.
and he's probably bigger than you, so you steal his shirts all the time
he loves when you sleep on him or being the little spoon (have we seen all those photos of his waist being grabbed?)
a/n: short lil headcannons bc i was bored, i actually really liked making these!
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something
ryan mcmahon x reader
summary: ryan and you have been friends since childhood, until him moving schools causes you to grow apart. when you met again, you take a chance on him.
warnings: childhood friends to lovers, teensy tiny angst (like barely any), theres a gay joke in here
2004
"Go on Ryan," his mom told him. The five year old didn’t want to take another step. The building seemed taller than anything he’d seen, and he’d never met any of the strange kids running around before. He looked up to his mum with hesitant eyes, and a fear to leave her behind.
You had already met a few of the kids in the schoolyard, having spent time in daycare with them. There were a lot of kids, which could have made you overwhelmed. But, as long as you had your friends, you had peace.
Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed him. He stood awkwardly, watching the others. Like a moth to a flame, you ran over to him. “Hi!” You said, darting up.
“…Hi,” the boy said after a second. He looked you up and down like you were some alien, and he was trying to understand you.
“Do you wanna play with us?” You asked, pointing at the group of kids playing tag nearby. You were responded to with a nod. One that seemed solemn and slightly anxious, but still, a nod.
2007
You sat out in the hall, playing with the hem of your jeans. You had gotten in trouble for pushing a boy, Billy. In your defense, he had been making fun of your shoes all day. Suppose velcro isn’t in anymore. You were thinking about asking your dad for new shoes when a familiar brunette boy plopped down next to you.
“Ryan? What did you do?” You whispered, for you weren’t technically allowed to talk to eachother in the hall. He didn't seem the type to do anything wrong.
"I hate that boy," he muttered.
"You shouldn't say that," you said quietly. Your dad told you, in no uncertain terms, to never say hate.
"I do though... Do you not?" he said, very grumpily.
"I don't like him, but hate's too strong for anyone. I couldn't hate anyone," you said, dwelling on it.
He just nodded. "That makes sense," he replied.
"What did you do?" You repeated your earlier question.
"I hit him."
You gasped, "Ryan! Why?"
"He was being mean to you!" He defended himself. "Plus, now i'm out here with you," he smiled.
Despite the situation, there was something so genuine in both your smiles. Nothing could get between you two. Not bullies, disagreements, and certainly not getting in trouble.
2010
"I'm switching schools," Ryan said the second he sat down.
"What? Why?" You asked, completely flabbergasted.
"My dad says it's a better school," He shrugged, "I think this ones better than the other will ever be."
"I don't want you to."
"I dont want to either."
The pit that opened in your stomach mirrored his. You put down the sandwich, feeling too upset to even eat it. Then, his hand reached out, gently touching yours. A smile spread across both your faces, shyly looking at eachother then back down. He scooted over on the bench, making your arms touch. You were sure to be blushing, nervous to look over at him. Little did you know that he was in the same situation.
You were buzzing the entire way back to class. You didn't want Ryan to leave, you loved him.
"We can still stay friends," He offered.
You nodded, like that would ever stay true. The childish naïvete was beginning to wear off, and you couldn't help but feel nervous.
2016
"Please!" Josh begged you, "All you have to do is buy a ticket. You don't even have to show up."
"Why would I buy a ticket then not even go?" You asked.
He smiled, "Does that mean you'll come?"
"No, it means I'm not wasting my money on a ticket. If your show goes well I'll go to your next one," You patted his shoulder.
"What if there isnt a next one? What if I get hit by a bus leaving the venue and we disband? And you'll be all 'Oh I wish I went and saw Josh play before he died!'" He mocked your voice playfully.
"That won't happen! You can't convince me, I have to study," You said.
He clicked his tongue. "Ryan McMahon's gonna be there."
Your neck snapped towards Josh before turning back, trying to act nonchalant. "I've moved on," You pretended to be focused on whatever your maths teacher was on about.
"Sure," Josh said, drawing out the u. "What if I give you money to buy the ticket?"
"Why do you want me to go so bad?"
"...I might've told Ryan you were coming and now he's been freaking out over it for a week," He said, nearly regretfully.
Your head whipped left to stare at him in shock. "Why would you..." You trailed off, just looking horrified.
"Look, I'll give you the money, you buy the ticket and show up. This is important! He got a haircut yesterday just for you. I'm pretty sure this is the first time he has showed in ages," Josh ranted on, you weren't sure how joking that last part was.
Looking around, you could only count about ten people in the room. Most of them were the other bandmates' friends and family.
Josh told you that Ryan played drums with them. Something he had picked up after moving to St. Andrews. It made you wonder how much had changed. Would he still have his long hair? Would he still make your head spin and give you butterflies that last for hours?
That last question was answered as soon as they walked on stage. Your eyes immediately went to Ryan. You walked up, getting closer to the stage to see him better. His hair was short, and looked more handsome than ever. You can see the nerves hiding behind his faux confidence. It felt comforting how you still knew him, knew how he always tried, no matter what it was.
After the show, you ran to catch Ryan as he was leaving. Somehow he already saw you, and held his arms out for you to run into. It felt like a scene out of a movie. You wrapped your arms around his neck. The biggest dumbest smile was on your face, matching with his.
"I haven't seen you in ages," You said, emphasizing with a squeeze to him.
He still had his arms around your waist, and was certainly not letting go anytime soon. "I was worried you forgot about me," He said softly.
"I could never," You spoke, finally letting go of the hug.
You felt like you were back to being that 11 year old girl, blushing over him holding your hand.
"Do you want to come back to Eli's with me? We're gonna have a little party type thing," He asked.
You agreed and set off to the party.
'Party type thing' was an understatement. More and more people invited over their friends, to the point it was just too many people for you. So, you made your escape to the balcony and watched the night stars twinkling above.
The glass sliding door opened, "I thought you ditched me," Ryan told you, stepping out into the balcony and taking a seat next to you.
"I would never."
"Knew you would say that. You've always been so good," He said. "You know... this reminds me of when we were younger. When we got kicked out of class, I punched that kid for being rude to you."
You smiled, "You didn't have to do that, but you did. That makes you a lot better than you know."
He just shook his head, "I was doing it because I had a crush on you. Not sure how noble that is."
"You liked me?" You asked with a giggle, "How did I not notice?"
"I was so obvious, I don't get it," He replied, "I was like... head over heels."
"I liked you a lot too," You shrugged, "Why'd you stop coming by?"
"I... had some stuff happen. I got busy with life. I didn't mean to seem like I forgot you."
"Well... it did."
A beat passed.
"I'm sorry," He said, and wrapped his arm around you.
"It really hurt, y'know?" Your voice was tinged with emotion.
The night shifted. Ryan couldn't explain how much he missed you, or how bad he felt for leaving you behind. You two were so connected from such a young age, like it was always going to be you and him.
"I can't really change the past. But, maybe, I can try and make it up to you?" He asked.
At this point, a smile returned to your face. One that was similar to the look you had in the crowd, watching him play. "How?"
"Can I take you to Debs this year, like as my date?" He asked.
Your heart felt like it started beating again for the first time in an hour. Like a punch from the inside of your rib cage. It was the first time you were asked out to anything. "Yeah, of course," Your voice sounded unsteady, but you had never been more sure of anything in your life.
The time Debs came around, you were terrified. Your dress was a light blue, plain, and slightly too long, leaving you to hold it up when you had to walk down the stairs to meet Ryan and take photos.
To the drummer, you seemed like a saint descending from the heavens above. "You look gorgeous," He was quick to say. You heard both your parents aww's follow.
"You look nice too," You told him. You were pretty sure you were scarlet as you tucked yourself into Ryan's side for the photos.
"You two look so cute!" Ryan's mom cheered. In reality, you were both bright red, just wanting to get it over with and head out.
Once your families finished with gushing over you both and taking photos, you met up with Bobby, Eli, Josh, and Gayle.
"Where are your dates? Did they run off?" Ryan teased, seeing Rob and Eli alone.
"I've got my date!" Eli stated, pointing at the bassist. The two men's antics made you all laugh.
"I have never, in all the years I've known you, seen you dressed up before," Josh points out.
You shrugged, "He's kinda special."
"In more ways than one," Bobby butted in.
Ryan elbowed him, "Can you quit it?"
You all piled into Eli's mom's van, off the event.
Once you arrived, you all fractured off. Josh had gotten pulled into Gayle's friend group. Eli and Bobby had snuck out to smoke a joint. This left you and Ryan on the dance floor. Whatever pop song that the DJ was playing- that was terribly cringy and outdated- drifted out, and were replaced by the drums of Something.
Ryan had never seen you so excited, the recognition showing on your face. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and his hands found your waist. It was so endearingly awkward. George Harrison's voice soundtracking the moment your eyes met his, and his arms tightened until your bodies met.
Ryan's eyes were so wide. Suddenly, the song he heard so many times before, had such a deep effect on him. He realized there, on that dance floor, he wanted you forever. He leaned down, lips right next to your ear, "I love you," he whispered.
You looked up at him, the disco ball reflecting stars in your eyes. "I love you too," You said.
The entire night felt like it softened. All the stresses caused by the feeling of needing to be perfect, of the schoolwork, of the necessity to find someone in life. It was all over.
a/n: sorry for leaving out eli and robs gfs thats only because i know they got together later than josh and his gf did (are they still together? who knows) ALSO credit to anyone who recognizes the girl in the third photo
underwear
elijah hewson x reader
summary: elijah has a hard time reconnecting and grounding himself during a break in tour. after having a conversation about it, he puts in more effort.
warnings: some angst, one cigarette, fluff, this is quite short and probably bad.
Love you! have a great show!
I think with my schedule im gonna be able to get to the show at the 28th! I can drive over there, I know you're gonna be at the studio that weekend, but maybe we can spend it together?
sure im just not sure if we're gonna be able to do much stuff, im gonna be busy.
Thats fine!!
Hey im here, in the back! unfortunately came a bit late.
Are you guys backstage or should i head to the tour bus? (read 12:01 am)
You stood awkwardly against a brick wall outside the venue. You never felt more like an oversight. A cigarette was held between your pointer and middle finger, the smoke dancing up into the air. You focused on it. The way it rose and thinned out till it dissapeared. You felt jealous. You wanted to be just like that, slipping away into nothing.
Your phone buzzes and pulls you out of your thoughts. Eli sent you his location. A pub somewhere in town. You shut your phone off and begin your walk towards it.
Your feet ached from your docs as you sat silently next to your boyfriend. You reflected on the night. Your mother would never let you walk alone at night, constantly warning you and keeping you in. You kept that on even though you moved out. Yet, some boy sends you a pub and you walk to it? What the hell were you doing?
A loud laugh from your boyfriend and his bandmates makes you snap back to reality. A pit builds in your stomach and you realize you would rather be anywhere but here. Eli hasn't payed you a glance all night. You supposed he was too busy with his boys. You couldn't wait to leave. "Eli," You tried to get his attention to no avail. The door seemed so enticing, the cold night breeze whipping around. If you left, would they notice? Your soul glided through the door, but the ball and chain next to you kept your body seated. You were tied to him all the way home.
You stood in your underwear in your boyfriend's hotel room, staring at him half asleep on the bed, and feeling absolutely nothing. "You look so beautiful," He said lazily.
"Don't look at me," you told him, pulling back the sheets and climbing in.
"Are you mad at me?" He asked. You ignored him, choosing to turn away from him and lay on your side. "Did you hear me? Are you mad at me?" He asked, using his elbow to prop himself up.
"Why are you acting like this?" You turned on your back, looking up at him, "You ignore me since I've been here, then suddenly when we're alone you switch up."
"I wasn't trying to ignore you," Elijah begun.
"But you did!" You exclaimed, cutting him off. You sighed, "I worked all day, then took the train here, stood around for you like an idiot, sat next to you like some- some fucking arm candy! And then, we get to the hotel, and you only talk to me once i'm undressed."
You had turned away, leaving the brunette unsure if you were crying or not. "I love you," You heard him say.
"You aren't acting like it," you responded.
The bed shifted, signaling Eli's movement. Then, an arm was around your waist and another slid underneath your head. "I'm really sorry, I do love you. You're so smart, you constantly blow me out of the water with your mind. You're also so funny, I tell so many people anecdotes of how hilarious you are. You're capable of dealing with things that I couldn't even fathom on an everyday basis. I think if I had to stress about the things you do, I would fall over and die," the guitarist ranted.
You looked over, at his face. His mien was one of regret. "Why did you do it?" You asked.
He looked down, "I don't really know. I suppose I got caught up with them. Sometimes it's just hard for me to reconnect y'know?" He mumbled through most of it.
"Then maybe you shouldn't have gone out. Maybe we should've had a night in, we could've reconnected and we would be in this situation," Elijah nodded as you spoke.
"It was really immature of me. Like, I think there's some codependency issue I have. I just... blend into whoever is around me. I depend on them," The singer elaborated more.
"I think you need to get off tour soon," You said softly. He nodded, burying his head into your shoulder. He felt relieved of some weight, and comfortable to smile at your comment. You were still mad, of course you were, but you understood now.
In the morning, the door's opening woke you up. "Did I wake you?" Eli whispered, seeing your bleary eyes staring at him.
"Yeah, what's this?" You asked, as he handed you a cup and a plate.
"Breakfast," he replied. He got you a waffle, topped with whipped cream and strawberries as well as coffee. "I called off, I thought we could have the day together," he told you.
"I would like that," you said, with a sip of your coffee.
"Do you wanna just stay in? We can binge some TV and talk all day?" Eli asked.
You shrugged, "Put on whatever."
"Or! I still haven't seen my sister's movie... She's gonna be mad at me, maybe we go see that?"
"I love Eve... I heard the story's bad though," You had an empathetic tone, trying to keep as much nuance as possible to not insult his dear sister.
He nodded. "It is," he quietly said. You two both starting laughing, Eli fell back onto the bed. "I'm her brother! I can say that!" He defended himself inbetween giggles.
"We should go see her sometime," You muttered, out of breath from laughing.
"Yeah... You know she sees you as part of the family, right?" He asked.
"Am I not part of the family?" You responded, which turned Eli into a stuttering mess.
"I mean, not officially! You ought to be," He said.
"Well?"
"Eh- I- Well, so- Like... it's," He had a blank smile on his face, completely dumbed out by the concept of marrying you. "Soon. Let's focus on whats in front of us, like choosing something to watch."
"Whatever you want, babe," You spoke, starting to eat your waffle.
"See, you don't like making decisions and I'm too indecisive, we might be terrible for eachother," the brunette said jokingly.
"We are... 27 Dresses?" You asked.
With a nod, you two started it and laid back down, eating your breakfast and relaxing away in the stale smell of the hotel room.
a/n: so sorry for the disclosure day diss BUT the acting was great, I just didn't enjoy the story at all. also been in a bit of a creative rut recently, so im sorry that this is kinda bad and short. I have a ryan wip that I feel a lot better on, but I wanted to get something out before then, so here we are.
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the ring
elijah hewson x reader
summary: elijah proposes! pt. 2 to this
warning: none!
The door creaked as you opened it, and to your surprise, the vacation house was empty. "Eli?" You called, looking around. You crept forward, through the kitchen and dining room, then to the living room. Still, your boyfriend was absent. You sat down on the couch, fiddling with your bracelet as you pondered where Eli could be. As you did this, the sliding glass door opened and Eli entered.
"Where were you?" You asked, slightly confused.
"I... Uh, was, uhm. Doing- Setting- Just, come on," He struggled through the sentence before gesturing you back outside through the door.
Your legs moved before your brain could, falling in line with him before you questioned anything. Then, you saw it by the horizon, on the beach.
A blanket, with candles at the corners, a bouquet of white roses set on a corner, and a wine bottle next to it, with two glasses filled.
Your heart immediately was in your throat and you were transported back to a year ago, after a big argument, Eli admitted to having bought an engagement ring for you. A quite hefty price for it too. Your feet stopped, your boyfriend's did too. "Are you okay?" He asked softly. You felt completely out of your body, and his hand slipped into your's. "Baby?" He asked again.
"Yeah... yeah," You responded, beginning to walk again, slowly this time. He walked in unison with you until your bare feet hit the blanket. He kicked off his slides and joined you. You nearly sat down before Elijah gestured you to stand up.
"Don't sit, I need to do this," He said, getting down on one knee before you. For some reason, you couldn't feel your legs as you stood. It felt like it was only you two in the world. Your smile was as big as the Pacific, completely unable to water itself down for the love infront of you. He begun to dig around in his back pocket, and dig he did, for an uncomfortable amount of time that made you start to giggle. "Shut up! I'm trying to do this and make it romantic!" He said, smile wider than yours and giggling between his words.
"You're the one making me laugh!" You defended yourself.
He hushed you, finally having fished the box out. He cracked the box open, and blinded you with the most beautiful, expensive, so uniquely 'you' ring he could've found. It was oval, with a diamond in the center, surrounded by smaller diamonds with a silver band. It was absolutely gorgeous and, without you noticing, you started to tear up. Not because of the ring, but because he knew you.
"I knew, from the moment we met, we'd be standing here," the guitarist began, "I knew that someway, somehow, you'd be the one. I'm still not sure if that was something from the beyond, or just human connection, because I do think there is something supernatural between us. But, maybe that's what love feels like. It's something that can't be recreated or bottled up, and so, to bring me the absolute most happiness in life, will you marry me?" He finished.
At this point the tears were just pouring out of you. Your "Yes" sounded watery and barely coherent, but Eli, of course, could understand it. He stood up, carefully grabbing your hand and sliding the ring onto it, before sliding the box back into his back pocket. His arms wrapped around your body, and despite being on vacation far away from your flat, you felt like you were back home. Your tears flowed down his neck, over his shirt and all. "I love you," you choked out. He just hummed in acknowledgment, a few of his own tears slipping down his face to join yours.
"You okay?" He asked once you finally stopped crying and pulled your face out of his neck.
"Yeah," you softly said, "Are you?" You noted the tears on his own face, matching yours.
"Yeah," He giggled, "Just so, so happy. Do you like the ring? Does it fit?"
"It's perfect," You whispered, looking down at it on your finger. You both took the moment to sit down on the blanket together when Elijah spoke,
"I was gonna bring out a charcuterie board, but you came home early,"
"I'm sorry," you responded, taking one wine glass and handing the other to him.
"It's not your fault, mine for having a little freak out moment while setting this up."
"You did?"
"Yeah. Is that embarrassing?" He laughed as you shook your head.
"No, it means you care," You said.
He just nodded. "I do, a lot. I got really worried you might not like it- the ring or this picnic thing, or me."
Your face changed to one of pity and concern, "I don't think I can stop liking you. I love you and nothings gonna stop that." You moved towards him, wrapping an arm around him and running your fingers through his hair. You set down your glass.
"I love when you do that," He murmured, leaning into you. Eli let his body completely relax into you, making both you lay down. His lips found yours as he set down his glass by yours.
"I'm so glad you said 'yes'" He murmured against your lips, leaning over you. You hummed in response, hands tangled in his hair. Eli's kisses began to get more forceful, only making you more aware of your surroundings.
You pushed your hand against his chest, breaking the kiss. "We should go inside," You told him.
He nodded, "Yeah, we have to clean this up first," he gestured to the picnic.
"We?" You asked playfully.
"We," He replied with emphasis, "If you wanna get married, we gotta start working as a unit."
"If I wanna get married? You're acting like you didn't buy the ring and propose to me."
He rolled his eyes as he stood up, "C'mon," he reached for your hands and pulled you up.
a/n: so sorry this took me so long to upload and is so short! was super busy with family
so sorry for being so offline lately, ive been with family + going on a trip this weekend, hopefully ill have smth out tmrw!
right back to it
elijah hewson x reader
summary: you get into an argument which makes eli question how to move forward
warnings: angst, fluff (at the end)
"Sometimes I think our relationship was better on tour," You spoke with a heavy regret as soon as you said it.
"Really? You think it was better when I was away all the time?" Elijah questioned quickly, very clearly mad.
"I think it's better than this!" You defended yourself, standing up. "Do you have any goals outside of your band? Any for our relationship?" You asked back.
"Things are unstable right now, that'll come with time-"
"Time! It's always 'time' with you, everything!" You sternly said, trying hard to avoid yelling, "Newsflash, Eli, nothing is stable! Nothings ever going to be, you treat me like i'm the other woman."
"The other woman? Oh so now you wanna imply I cheat on you," He rolled his eyes.
"That's not what I'm saying and you know it. I'm saying i'm an afterthought. It's always the band, the tour, the album, the demo. At least while you were on tour I could justify it," You rambled.
"We're together plenty, for christ's sake, we live together!"
"Does sitting in a room together, you working on a demo and me reading count?" You asked, completely flabbergasted.
"Why wouldn't it?" He said, genuinely.
You put your head in your hands, shaking it. "I can't do this, I can't do this," you mumbled, pacing, "I'm gonna go to my Mum's, you can..." You waved your hand around, symbolizing that he could do whatever.
"Are you serious, baby-" He grabbed your arm before you tore it away.
"Don't touch me! I'm going, I wanna sleep, I have things to do, I don't have time to argue with you."
The next morning, Elijah played the last interactions in his head over and over and over. Particularly, your last line- "I don't have time to argue with you."
The singer believed in a lot of things, one of those was that arguing was important. You two needed to argue, to show that you care. How you ended it felt like the opposite of that. You didn't care to fight for your relationship anymore, that you had bigger and better things to do. This notion grew and grew until he became an inconsolable insecure ball beneath your comforter.
How could he win you back? Should he even try? You clearly had already mentally moved on, so maybe he should too.
One day on the last tour, he went out wandering, and ended up at a jewelry shop. Sitting there was an oval diamond engagement ring, with smaller diamonds around it. The price would put a dent in his wallet for months. But, god did it remind him so much of you. So, he walked out with a ring in his pocket and a dent in his wallet.
The ring was still in his bag from tour. It released memories into the air like mold released toxins. He couldn't return it, he had completely forgotten where he had gotten it. He couldn't give it to another girl, that idea made him sick.
You weren't sure what time it was when you opened the door to your flat, only that it was late. You had a long talk with your mum, bringing you the clarity needed to figure out the rough patch in your relationship. "Eli?" You called out. Nothing. It was weird for Eli to not be up at this hour, being the night owl he was. You crept towards your room, pushing the door open. He was underneath a pile of blankets, asleep. "Baby?" You asked as you pushed the blankets off of his face.
Once his eyes fluttered open and met yours, he ditched his plan from earlier. He needed you. He needed to fight for this relationship. "You're back?" He whispered.
"Yeah... have you eaten?" You questioned, looking over him. He looked a mess. There were tears stained on his face and he looked nearly gaunt. He shook his head.
You took him to the kitchen, letting him sit down on a stool infront of the island as you heated up leftover pasta. "Do you still love me?" The guitarist's voice was quiet, nearly inaudible.
"Of course I do. Why would you ask that?" Your brow furrowed.
"You didn't care to argue with me," It sounded dumb now that he said it out loud, but you immediately knew what he was talking about.
You slid the pasta to him, "I'm sorry, I was just focused on work, I didn't wanna get up all exhausted because I stayed up last night," You paused, "I suppose we both got too focused on work. We should take some time for us."
He nodded. "I, uh, I do have goals for us. Just so you know. I just don't want to push us into something and we end up having to cut corners or it ends up being too much for the little time we have," He explained.
"I get it, I do. But, I don't care for extravagant things, Eli, I care for you," You told him. The singer pursed his lips, trying to fight back a smirk. "What did you do?" You asked, as a smile slowly spread across both of your faces. He shook his head, trying to get out of answering.
After a few minutes of pressuring him, he spoke, "Uhm, there's a ring." You stared at him dumbfounded and happier than ever. "But, you aren't gonna see it for a while. I don't wanna propose while our relationship is still troublesome. We fix our issues and I'll propose when the time is right," He assured you.
"Please tell me it wasn't that expensive," You spoke.
"It... It's perfect for you, that's what matters."
"Eli-" You begun before being cut off.
"No, you deserve nice things. I get that you don't want me to spend a lot of money on you, but I want to. Let me treat you well," He explained.
"Fine, but nothing more," You said.
a/n: title taken from right back to it by waxahatchee! already missing the inhaler content
people out here bodyshaming elijah's brother over... a casting? keep in mind his size is accurate for the character?
hiii, I'm the one who requested the josh fic. thank you for writing it! it's super cute i literally have tears in my eyes 😭😭😭
AAA ofc!! thank you for the request, i absolutely loved responding to it! (you all know how much i love fics with pregnancy/kids)
love u sm anon mwah mwah
hiii, i love your fics! would you mind writing one about josh, reader and their child? i was thinking either them telling their first child that they're getting a sibling, or just a day in their lives full of fluff! you can choose which one you prefer. thank you so much!
heart of gold
josh jenkinson x reader
summary: A day in the life of the (expecting) Jenkinson family!
warnings: none
The bed shifted, alerting you to your daughter's presence. Maeve was the perfect mix of you and Josh, her curly brunette hair and introverted personality was from Josh, while her features made her look like a carbon copy of you. Bleary eyes blinked open, and Josh’s eyes met her’s. “Daddy, breakfast?” She asked, crawling over to him.
“Yeah, baby, just give me a minute,” He responded. It was early, he could tell by the sunlight streaming through the windows and the stillness of the world. He willed himself to get up, fighting every part of his body that told him to go back to sleep. His daughter’s impatience was palpable, she wanted her breakfast sooner rather than later and she would stop at nothing to achieve that. He learned that after he tried to go back to sleep one day. He finally sat up, much to your daughter’s happiness. He snagged Maeve from the bed, carrying her out to the kitchen after tucking you back in.
Once Josh had found out you were expecting again, he did everything in his power to make sure you got the most rest, food, and anything else you could possibly want or need. Often times you found yourself wondering how you ended up with such a perfect man. You had both agreed to keep the fact you were pregnant again away from your daughter, for the time being. As much as you loved her, kids don’t really understand secrets. So, to prevent anything getting out before you told your families, you kept it from Maeve.
As Josh put the bowl of yogurt and berries in front of her, you stepped out into the dining room, rubbing your face from sleep. “Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Your husband greeted you.
“Hi mummy!” The brunette girl cheered. You couldn’t help your smile in seeing them.
“Good morning to both of you,” You returned. Josh gave you a peck on the cheek.
“Do you want some food?” Josh asked.
“Yeah, just whatever you two are having,” You answered. “How’s your morning going?” You asked your daughter.
“Good,” she responded, too focused on her yogurt to care much for anything else. She was nearly three, and every sign you got of her growing up made you tear up. Which, could’ve been an aspect of your pregnancy, but you chose not to believe that. She could get down stairs by herself, and her vocabulary expanded day by day. She was a bookworm, truly after your own heart. Your thoughts were interrupted by Josh returning with two bowls in hand.
He placed them down in front of the chairs beside your daughter, before pulling out one and gesturing you to sit in it. “Such a gentleman,” You complimented him when you sat down. He returned to his seat and you noticed the considerably more amount of food in yours compared to his. You looked up to mention it to him, only to see him quizzing your daughter on a multitude of things.
“What’s the color of the chair?” He asked her.
“Brown,” she responded.
“Good job, how many blueberries are in your bowl?” He asked.
“Five!” She said, happier now that she knows she’s got it right.
You smiled to yourself and returned to your meal. You had noticed being more hungry lately, but you thought it was something only you noticed. Josh kept an eagle eye on you throughout your pregnancy, which at 16 weeks was starting to be really helpful. You brought a spoonful of yogurt to your mouth and noticed in your peripheral, your daughter staring confusedly at your stomach. Josh noticed this too, and followed your daughter’s eyesight to your bump. Oh fuck.
You were wearing low-rise sweatpants and a tank top, leaving your bump out. You had noticed it before, but it wasn't nearly as obvious as it was now. Your mind was reeling, completely unable to think of how to go about this. You and Josh hadn't talked about when or how to tell her.
"Uh, so Maeve, uhm," You stumbled over your words.
"You're getting a sibling!" Josh supplied. Maeve only looked more confused and now upset.
"There's a baby in mummy's tummy and that baby is your new little sibling," You told her in the gentlest voice possible. You tended to stay away from baby talk, but to avoid upsetting her, you chose to use it.
"Is... Is it a boy or a girl?" She stumbled through the sentence, getting used to the idea of a little sibling. It was a bit upsetting to her.
"We don't know yet, what do you think the baby is?" You asked her.
She made a face, deep in thought. It reminded you of Josh's face when he was so focused playing guitar. "A boy," she declared.
All three of you smiled. Your daughter would come around to it and everything would even out, or at least, that’s what you told yourself. Deep down, you worried about having another kid and how Mae would like or dislike it. "Think of it like having a new friend," the guitarist told her. This didn't seem to make her any more content with the idea of a little sibling.
"What if we go to the park?" You asked her to distract her and were met with a smiling nod.
You pulled one of your husband's shirts over your head and walked out to the living room, where he and Maeve were putting on their shoes. Your feet stopped in front of the mirror, your bump looked more like you were just bloated with the shirt on.
“Let’s go!” Maeve decided, pulling on Josh’s arm and calling to you.
“So bossy…” You giggled.
“Wonder who she got that from,” her father spoke. You smacked his arm playfully. “Ow! What a bad influence your Mum’s being,” He said to your daughter.
“Don’t ever hit anyone, do as I say, not as I do.” You sternly spoke to her. She was all giggles, not taking anything you were doing seriously. You three set off for the park after the bickering.
The park wasn’t too busy, as it was still early in the day. A few older kids ran around, their parents nearby watching. “Where do you wanna go first?” Josh asked her.
She thought intently for a minute, before answering, as she always would, “Swings.”
You watched as he pushed her on the swings for only a few minutes, as she decided to go play on something else.
“She’s so independent.” Josh said, walking over to you. You can tell it was upsetting to him, he missed his little girl.
“All the parenting books I’ve read say this is normal for her age,” You responded.
“You and those parenting books…” He begun.
“They’re very helpful, I’ll have you know!”
“I know, I know. I just… I don’t think anything compares to having her and holding her. That experience is a lot more impactful than a book.”
“And that’s why I plan everything and you keep her entertained,” You reminded him.
He just smiled, “As long as I’m with you two- you three, I’m fine with doing whatever.” He looked down toward your bump, “I'm worried about Mae. What if she never comes around to the new baby?"
"Josh, give her time. We've got a while until the baby is here. She's just confused by it all, trust me." You told him. Your daughter came back to you awhile later, wanting some juice but needing a nap. She chose to have her dad carry her back home, her arms around his shoulders and face in his neck. By the time you all got home, she was nearly asleep.
"There you go sweetheart," Josh softly said as he tucked her in for her nap, with a kiss to her forehead.
"Does the baby nap?" Maeve asked, looking towards you.
"Uh, no, but when the baby comes out, he will," You responded to the best of your abilities. You try hard to not make her any more upset by the baby than she already was.
"When's that?" She questioned.
"A while." You said. She hummed, content with your answer.
“I can’t get over how happy I am," Josh spoke as you left her room. He sounded blown away by the concept of how much joy he had. “Thank you,” He turned to you with a smile.
You just giggled, “You’re welcome… You know the kids are a gift to me too right?” You giggled, which made him smile. “Come on, we’ve got things to do,” You reminded him, which made Josh groan.
a/n: AAAH thank you for this request, it's so cute. i tried to combine the ideas a bit, so i hope you enjoy and it meets ur expectations!
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bobby skeetz im over it. you know you're hot, we know you're hot, its becoming a problem
the keatings
baby daddy!bobby skeetz x reader
summary: bobby's realization that he still loves you affects him more than he imagined. (sequel to happy together)
warnings: make out sesh, kids.
Waking up alone would've made you feel confused, if it hadn't been that you were awoken by giggles coming from the kitchen. Your feet hit the plush carpet of Bobby's bedroom gently, you crept out slowly, inching your way towards the kitchen as quietly as possible to not disturb their moment.
Bobby was waving the spoon full of medicine in the air, clearly trying to airplane it to her. But, Enya who was sat on the counter infront of her father, stayed with her mouth shut, shaking her head everytime it got close. "C'mon, baby, it'll make you feel better," her dad tried to plead with her. She shook her head.
"Ennie, do you want some food before you take your medicine?" You asked, leaning against the doorway into the kitchen. Bobby turned, unaware that you had already woken up. His eyes tracked you up and down. If there was some superhuman in this world, he was sure it was you, with your ever present beauty. "Quit staring," You told the bassist with an annoyed tone.
Your daughter shook her head, the sickness had clearly taken over her, gotten rid of her appetite, whimsy, and joy for this moment that would've typically been riveting for her. "Baby, you have to eat," Rob started, "And we have to give you medicine or else you won't feel any better."
"...Can I have some strawberries?" Enya eventually asked after staring down at her feet for long enough.
"Of course, you can have anything you want," the bassist said with a kiss to her burning forehead. He lifted her off the counter and towards a seat in the living room. Despite how much he tried to battle it, he was quite the stereotypical seperated dad. He had a very austere living space, a couch he got from his Grandmother's basement and a chair from a thrift shop, with blankets he got from god knows where laying all around to make it cozier.
You walked out a few moments later, plate with cut up strawberries in hand. "Can you stay?" Enya asked, reaching out to grab the food you offered.
"It's your dad's weekend, pumpkin, are you sure?" You questioned. You didn't want to take time away from them.
"It would better to have the three of us together, no?" Bobby butted in.
You gave him a look that read confusion. It wasn't a negative look at all, but a confused one still.
"Yeah! Mummy, can you stay? Please?" Enya asked again.
You looked over at the bassist, who nodded, encouraging you to agree. "Okay, I will," you told her, running your hand over her back as she ate.
As the day continued, Bobby's weird actions only persisted. After Enya took her medicine, he brought you coffee, made just how you like it. When Enya took a nap cuddling with you on the couch, you caught him staring at you multiple times. Not your daughter, but you. He even called you "baby" at dinner! Now, tucking in your daughter, he kept an arm over your shoulders as you two said goodnight to her and sat with her until she fell asleep.
"Isn't she so perfect?" Her dad admired her, stroking a finger over her cheek. The bottom half of her face was identical to his, she had your eyes, ears, and hair type, but the color of her father's.
"Yeah, she's our perfect little girl..." You responded before standing up, "I think I'm gonna head out now." You headed out into the hallway, unaware of Bobby at your feet. You heard the door click closed behind you, making you turn around.
"Why?" Bobby asked urgently.
"I've been wearing these clothes since last night, I wanna go home, change, and sleep."
"I have clothes you can change into here, please."
"Why do you not want me to leave so badly?" You giggled through the question.
It made him stop and think through what he was doing. He thought through his reasons- I want you to be there when Enya wakes up. I want you. I love you. I want us to be the parents Enya wishes she has. You make me feel less crazy. You make me feel like I can do anything. I need you. His mind was moving a thousand miles a minute so, he gave up on thinking things through and spoke the first words to come, "I love you."
Your shoulders dropped and your face melted to one a pity, and immediately it brewed regret in Rob's stomach. "Nevermind, forget it, leave," Bobby harshly said, opening the door to his room as you grabbed onto his arm.
You reached up to his face with your other hand, turning him towards you. It felt like you were moving in slo-mo. Every move was so intentional yet so messy and impulsive. You went up on your tippy toes to place your lips on his and it felt like you turned on an old re-run. You did, in fact, love him and have loved him all along. Rob refused to let you go, his arms as tight around you as possible. The gentleness of the kiss was thrown out the window, as he chased to make up for the lost time. You shifted and your back hit his doorway, it was utterly sloppy as your teeth clacked against the others' and your lips moved in tandem. Your hand slid up onto his chest, gently pushing him back to break the kiss.
The brunette stared at you with a heaving chest. "I love you too, but, we really need to take this slow," You said once you caught your breath.
"Yeah... Yeah that's a good idea," Bobby responded.
It felt weird and paradoxical, to be back together again. Somehow, it felt like uncharted territory despite being so familiar to both of you. Bobby was absolutely buzzing, his life was so complete. He had you, Enya, and the band, there was nothing more in life he could want. And speaking of Enya... "I don't think we should tell Ennie anytime soon, just incase... this doesn't work out," You spoke, "I don't wanna break her heart."
Rob nodded, "Yeah, yeah, that makes sense to me."
So, you had your path set, and with that, you lazily grabbed his hand, guiding him over to the bed and sinking down into it with him. Your limbs shifted around until he was spooning you, holding you comfortably in a locked position. The love in not only the room, but the flat, was palpable. Deep down, you knew that the Keatings were going to be okay.
a/n: my love for kidfics persists, happy father's day to this au! sorry for this being so short
please if you have time eli x sick!reader where he takes care of her 🥰 sincerely a very very unwell reader x
to be alone (with you)
elijah hewson x reader
summary: in ask!
warnings: tooth-rotting fluff
"Honey, i'm home!” Eli said in a sing-songy voice. While he was preoccupied taking off his jacket, a pillow fell by his feet, clearly thrown by someone in a grumpy mood.
“Sweetheart?” He called, walking toward the couch where you lay. He looked over the back of it to be met with a pale face. “Oh, baby, you’re sick.” He cooed, putting the back of his hand to your forehead to check you for a fever.
You pushed his hand away, “Thanks Captain Obvious,” you scoffed, “I feel like I’m about to die.”
“Do you want me to get you some medicine? Tea? Write your will?” He peppered you with questions as he ran his fingers through your hair. “Do you want me to brush your hair? Give you a bath?” You hated how well he knew you, and his never-ending ability to make you smile.
“I don’t know,” you groaned, “I want to rot and melt into this couch. That’s what I want.”
“Doesn’t sound very healthy,” the guitarist scolded you, “C’mon, get up, I’ll give you a bath.” He slid his hands under your back and knees, carrying you bridal style into your bathroom.
“Eli!” You shouted, not trusting him very much to pick you up. Your feet hit the tile floor surprisingly gently, considering his clumsiness. At one point in time, he tripped carrying you into the bedroom, leaving you with a bruised tailbone and pain that radiated for weeks on end.
“Did you already take medicine or should I get you some?” He asked as he turned on the water.
“I took some,” You responded, stripping yourself. You stepped by him to feel the water temperature, turning it up even more.
“What is wrong with you? Why do you have to have your water a degree away from Satan’s pool temperature?” Eli questioned you.
“God, I’m sick and you won’t even give me a break!” You joked back. You both fell into a fit of giggles following it.
Once the tub was filled, you submerged yourself. The temperature was as you liked, despite your boyfriend’s judgement. You felt your tense muscles relax and the body aches slowly but surely dwindle away. Unfortunately, your throat still hurt and your head was still pounding. The door clicked open, making you look over. Eli entered, despite you not even knowing he left, holding a cup of tea. “Here, I put some honey in it to help your throat.” He handed you the cup. Bringing it up to your lips and feeling it glide down your throat felt like heaven, it was the first thing all day to help your pain.
“Thank you,” You looked at him with a sense of deep gratitude, that you hoped would show on your face. No matter how many times you two poked fun at each other, you still needed one another. He met your eyes with a deeply loving mien, something that could make even the most austere nun pine for love. Deep in your bones, you were sure he was always going to be there, by your side for everything and anything. His ability to make you feel okay on even the worst of days was a superpower beyond any belief of yours.
“Do you want anything else right now? Do you want me to wash your hair? Read you something? Bring you anything?” He asked.
You took another sip of your tea, trying to get your throat to feel better so you could speak, “Wash my hair, please.”
He took the cup from you, placing it on sink counter to make sure no bath water got into it. Then, he grabbed the shower head, bringing it down and pointing it away from you in the bath, before turning it on. He waited for it to get summer-in-hell hot. You leaned up against your knees watching his every move like a lapdog waiting for a treat. He brought the shower head over to you, but in his own clumsiness, gave you a face full of water.
‘Are you trying to waterboard me?” You scolded him.
He was laughing hysterically, still holding the shower head, but this time, pointing it at your scalp and not your smile. “I’m so sorry,” He giggled.
“Elijah Bob…” You begun. He was still laughing as he ran his fingers through your hair while wetting it. He turned the water off before standing up again to put it back. When he crouched back down, you heard the click of the shampoo bottle opening. You would’ve been able to smell the floral aroma, had you not been so stuffed up.
Eventually, you felt his gentle fingers meet your scalp. He scrubbed the shampoo into your hair’s roots, and brought his hands down over your ends to spread the soap out evenly. You leaned harder into your knees, feeling like you were melting away. Your pain felt fleeting as the gentle touches softened your tense body further.
In a blink of an eye, your hair was washed and the bath was being drained. You stood freezing in the bathroom, in a robe holding your cup of tea. The humidity from the warmth of your bath and the pretty much useless fan in your bathroom kept the tea warm, making it feel like a second gift when you lifted it to your lips.
“Do you want a shirt of mine or do you want to stay in the robe?” Eli asked you, leaning against the bathroom door.
“Shirt, please.”
He turned off to find one before returning with his beach body shirt. “Eli, I love you, put that thing away,” You spoke in a sarcastically stern tone.
“What’s wrong with my shirt?” He feigned offense.
“That thing is on its last legs, it’s time to let it go,” You joked as he brought you a different shirt. “Thank you,” you told him as he brought it to you and took your tea from you. You leaned in to kiss his cheek and watched him smile dumbly afterwards, like he just got a compliment from God herself.
Letting the shirt slide over your head and body, his scent encapsulated you. It felt like you were transported to a world were only you and him existed, and you were fine if you did. He was all you needed.
“Can I bring you to bed?” He asked, sliding his arm around your back, prepared to pick you up.
“Baby, it’s like ten steps, I can walk, I’m not-“ You were cut off as he picked you up again, setting off towards your bed. He sat down with you, forcing you to lay down practically on top of him and cuddle with him. Your legs were tangled together and your head was on his chest.
“‘M not letting you lift a finger until you feel better, just say the words and I’ll get it,” He whispered to you, tightening his arms around you so you couldn’t leave.
“Will you pull the blankets over us?” You asked him gently, too tired to give him any more snark about anything. You felt the comfort of the duvet over you, the warmth radiating from both sides made you feel like you were in some oven that was simultaneously a cloud. “Did you grab my tea?” You asked him.
He looked down at you with a look that said he completely forgot and was not about to go grab it. “It’s so late, and we’re so cozy, aren’t we?” He asked as you started to giggle at his stupidity.
“Think very deeply about what you’ve been saying, and go grab it,” You swatted his arm and rolled off him. You heard a deep sigh come from the singer, and the bed shift as he stood up. The tea was delivered back to you, and Elijah slid back into bed, wrapping an arm around you as you took a swig from your tea. He leaned your body into his and let his head fall onto your shoulder, exhausted by the day. “Was that so hard?” You poked fun at him.
“Yes,” he spoke, “I crossed treacherous lands for that tea.” His dramatics made you giggle. “All land is treacherous when you’re not with me,” He whispered, toying with the duvet. You leaned over to put your tea down before returning to bury yourself in his arms.
“Maybe I should go with you everywhere then,” you whispered back.
“I would like that,” He said.
a/n: first request!!! thank you so much!!! i hope you feel better soon, sending all the good vibes ur way 🫶🫶 this was also sm fun to write
happy together
baby daddy!bobby skeetz x reader
summary: your daughter gets sick and rob panics, leading to both of you trying to help her together.
warnings: children, bobbys lwk a deadbeat (so sorry)
Bobby stood akimbo as he watched you push your daughter on the swingset. She was getting so big, he realized, now that she was four. Tour really did take up too much of his time. "Daddy, look at how high I go!" Enya yelled down to him. Bobby smiled, "Yeah sweetheart, be careful!"
Being a dad was so complex. Your daughter wasn't planned at all, but you were both content in having her. Then, the cracks started showing. When only a few weeks after you gave birth, Bobby had to go on tour, it made you realize a life with this man was impossible. You two split. The bassist occupied himself with tour and increasingly rare visits with your daughter. But, after the latest tour, you sat him down and told him to get his act together. From then on out, he would have her every other weekend and a weekly playdate with the three of you. Even if majority of them ended in arguments between you and the bassist.
Once Enya had gotten tired out, Bobby carried her back to the car, her arms over his shoulders and legs around his waist.
"Bye sweetheart, have a fun time at your dad's!" You told your daughter.
"Love you mummy!" She called out as you walked away. You blew her a kiss as her dad loaded her into the car.
You had all already gotten dinner, so Bobby was able to just put her to bed when they got home. These new playdates were definitely helping her, she was so much more joyful recently. It made Bobby so happy. He hadn't realized how much of his happiness was tied to his daughter's until recently. He looked down at his sleeping child, her brunette hair matched Bobby's. It was fanned out over the pillow and he couldn't stop the feeling of pride filling him. "I love you," he whispered, kissing her forehead before slipping away to his own room.
You woke up around 1am to the sound of buzzing- your phone was ringing. You reached over to see your ex calling. "Hello?" you groggily picked up.
"Something's wrong with Enya," Bobby rushed out, "She woke up and she's hot and, and, she's like crying and she keeps asking for you, she's got a fever of 39," Bobby was rambling. He was clearly freaking out and his freak out was not helping anything.
"Hold on, i'm coming over with medicine, just, run her a lukewarm bath and I'll be over soon," You had been fully awaken by Bobby's panic.
In as quick as possible, you were over at Bobby's with a bag of children's medicine from your cabinet. "I ran her a bath as you said, she's in it right now," He told you as soon as you stepped into his flat.
"Thank you," You said. It was rare to hear that from your lips towards him. A smile broadened across his face despite the circumstances.
"Hey sweetheart, mummy brought you some stuff that's gonna make you feel better, but it doesn't taste too well, can you take it for me?" You spoke softly to your daughter. She sat up a bit in the tub and looked at the cup of medicine you were holding.
"Yeah," she croaked with a nod, letting you bring it to her lips and have her drink it down. Her delicate features scrunched to a face of pure disgust, making you smile.
"I know, baby, it's gross, but you'll feel
better soon." You told her.
Enya just grumbled, completely upset at how sick she was and then she had to drink some gross medicine, and worst of all, she was completely exhausted. Bobby noticed it first, her pouted lip and furrowed brows. There was a meltdown coming, unless you two did something to stop it.
"Why don't we get you into bed Ennie?" He asked her.
She continued her pout. Getting into bed meant being away from her parents and that was the last thing she wanted right now.
"Here, let's get you out the bath first, then we can figure out what to do," He spoke in his most gentle tone. As you went to grab her a towel, the bassist drained the water.
"You can get her some pyjamas, I'll dry her off," You told him once you came back with the towel. She hooked her leg over the tub wall, her foot meeting the bath mat, then did the same with her other leg. You were there to carefully dry her off. Unfortunately, this only seemed to make her more upset as she laid her head on your shoulder. Her pout had only gotten bigger, and by the time Bobby came back to dress her, her bottom lip was wobbling.
By the time he noticed this, he had already pulled Enya's nightgown onto her. He crouched down, "Hey, pumpkin, what's going on, talk to me," he talked softly to her. You put your hand on her back, rubbing gently. To see both of her parents faces so full of concern, and being completely unable to voice how she was feeling, she broke down.
Bobby immediately wrapped her in his arms, as did you. It was an awkward fit, leaving Bobby's knuckles against your stomach and your arms touching. It was weird to feel butterflies again from a man's touch, especially from Rob. But that wasn't an important thought to dwell on, your mind needed to be on your daughter. "I wanna go to bed..." she mumbled, "But I want both Mummy and Daddy," she went back to bawling.
"Do you want to sleep with both of us?" You asked, trying to get clarity of Enya's mind. She nodded repeatedly into your shirt, soaking it with her tears.
Bobby had no qualms with this, more than happy to fulfill his daughter's request. "Okay, let's go to bed baby," the brunette dad said, standing back up and picking up your daughter.
It had been ages since you had been in his bed. Just slipping underneath the covers had brought back memories. Before Enya was even a thought, you used to lay in his bed listening to him strum up a bass line for whatever song the band was working on at that point in time, the deep plucks lulling you to sleep. But that was ages ago, at a time both of you were still in love.
You had planned on only staying till you fell asleep, but Rob's arm had found its way under your head. The little brunette girl was asleep inbetween you two, clutching onto both of you like you owed her money. There was something to familiar and innate about the situation. Maybe there was some love still left inbetween you and him, no matter how much you denied it. You felt your eyes get heavier and heavier.
Bobby was completely enamored by your beauty and grace, how you took care of the situation seemingly without a second thought or stress in the world. How you still look so beautiful despite it being the middle of the night and the fact you were exhausted. His heart swelled as he kept his eyes on the image infront of him, his daughter and her angel of a mother.
"I love you," was the last thing you heard from Bobby's lips before you fell asleep. You were sure it was directed towards Enya, but you didn't know that his eyes were on you.
a/n: okay this is so self indulgent bc i love these au's (funny how i dont want kids but love them in fics...) anyways sorry this took so long! love u guys
part 2
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inhaler 4 yupppp 😊😊😊
( vid creds @/butcantlookdown on x )
