#bobbyskeetz

[leaawrites]

stupid song

Eli Hewson x fem!reader

Summary: writing songs has always helped with understanding and digesting her emotions, until she finds herself in a situation that cannot be transcripted into words

Warnings: fluff, mentions of angst, no miscommunication but not enough communication,

Wordcount: 1.8k

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The streets were dimly lit, every second lamp turned off by the city to save energy and protect the insects living in the surrounding. The blue of her heart reflecting in the sky she was walking beneath. Her feet heavy as they made their way further away from the train station she just told him goodbye at. Arms wrapped around herself to keep his scent and touch in her vicinity.

Her head was spinning as she opened the door to her apartment only to find his ghost still lingering everywhere. The kitchen still held the smell of the coffee he made for them in the morning. Her record collection was filled with new names he picked out for her. Half her closet was his now. His dirty clothes were mixed with hers. Lyrics he wrote for her were scribbled next to her own. A duet that neither could finish in honesty but it felt right all the same.

Letting her fingers trace over his handwriting, the messy letters and crossed out words that she would remember even when he didn't believe them to be worth it.

Settling down in the spot he claimed as his own ever since he came over for the first time, her legs curled underneath herself, face pressed into the cushion that still held the scent of his cologne from the hours spent on the sofa together.

Their last meal together was packed away in Tupperware, left in the fridge to hold on for a bit longer than it normally would. Her heart felt like it was laying there next to it. Frozen up to not suffocate from his departure.

It made her feel insane. How she missed him twenty minutes after he left as if she hadn't seen him in a year. Love was that cruel, she had to admit it to herself at some point. This was love and she felt every bit of it because of him. A single individual that she knew for a few months was now the reason why she carried her head high and looked in the mirror in the morning a bit less critical.

Reaching for the notebook he bought her after she complained about her previous one running out of empty pages on their first date and she couldn't find a good enough looking replacement and the black ink pen she carried around since sixth grade.

Tapping it against one of the pages that were still patiently waiting to be filled, nothing that she thought of felt right. Nothing felt like it conveyed her feelings in the way that reflected her emotions. No words could capture her truth like they were once able to.

Songs had always been her escape. It was the medium she fell back on when her own experiences felt too big to carry them around all alone. They made her understand the world that was spinning without stopping and waiting for her to catch up. They made her understand herself.

Though now, thanks to the guy with messy brown hair and a smile that brightened all her darkest nights, she felt like not even her most trusted strategy could help her out of tragedy this time.

She tried to write it down: his smile, the feelings of his hands on her waist, the racing of her heart when she woke up and saw him still asleep next to her. The image of the sun uncovering the small amount of freckles that liked to hide away otherwise. The reoccurring dreams where he starred as the main role. How her heart felt aflame when he kissed her for the first time and every time after.

It continued like that for weeks.

Every day she sat down, his hoodie or shirt or pants over her body, the coffee his mom send them because he swore on Irish coffee beans, steaming next to her empty notebook. Every day he called and every day she told him that she missed him but never how much he affected her. And every day she gave up on it by noon, walking out into the streets and trying to get herself under control until it got too cold to wander aimlessly. Retreating back into the uncomfortable silence of her apartment, putting on one of his records and telling herself that it brought them closer together.

"Only a few more shows," he reminded her over the phone ever night. Her ear pressed close to the speaker, the sound of his voice treating up to her brain and making itself at home. The memory familiar enough to echo in her dreams like she was standing between two mountains and he was her own voice calling out. But he never came out.

And 'only a few more shows' turned into two shows two hours away. Two shows that she'd seen a million times and that her schedule had no time preserved in for her to take her car keys out of the little ceramic bowl by the door anyway and made her way down the highway. Speeding like a car with no brakes, her eyes focused on the goal. Instead, her goal were a few bearable lyrics on a sheet of paper that wouldn't end up ripped out and crumbled in frustration.

Two hours that felt like eternity as she watched the black of the TV and had to put on a cheap movie that would distract her enough to not image the turn of his keys in the door when she knew for a fact that they only finished the show. Let alone, wrapped up and went on their way, if they even got around to driving back home that day.

Closing night was a pub night that would rein in until the early mornings most times. She knew from experience how keen and eager everyone was for that last night spent together with no other worries ahead. So, she stopped pretending that the hope of his coming home early was occupying her mind more than what time she went to bed and the hours of sleep she would get that night. Staying in her place on the sofa and trying to shake out whatever came to her mind that could make her less wanting.

Dreams had often tricked her into thinking they were real, she had woken up enough times twice a night to find that the first time wasn't her at all but a dream projection of what could happen if she was in another reality. The sound of his voice was in her dreams too often to differentiate it from the real thing these days. The chain of previously imagined actions all aligning too well for her to actually be waking up in reality.

Though the silence felt too real when Eli stopped in his tracks in the living room, his gaze felt too soft to be a dream. And when she rubbed her eyes, pulling her skin down along her cheeks and jaw, the stretch was apparent in her previous state of stillness. Turning to find him staring with a soft smile on his face and approaching her too gently with too quiet feet to turn into something she'd wake up sweating from.

"Are you real?" she asked, her voice too far back in her head to count as a whisper. And when his lips pressed against her temple, they felt too real to not be anything but actually him.

Before he could answer, she was already on her feet. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pulling him down and breathing him in. The feeling of his chest pressed against hers finally making sense. A feeling that she could describe. The rapid beating of his heart against hers feeling like the bass of trumpets etching through a jazz piece. The simple vibration of his laugh setting her aflame. The feeling of his shirt over his shoulders acting like a barrier between their love. The barrier that kept her from writing. The barrier that made her go insane.

Taking his face into her hands, she pulled him into her before he could kick off his shoes. Both their bodies falling into the cushion of the sofa, his spot now theirs. Her blanket now beneath their bodies. The crumbled pieces of paper scratching along his thigh like knives. The danger of disappointment in her words that she didn't want to be true etching through the taste of each other.

"I don't want you to go again without knowing whether you'll come here or go to your own place," she mumbled against his lips, leaving enough space between them to tell him her wish but not enough to hide the tears falling down her face. The prints of her sadness carried over on his own cheeks. "I want us to have one place to go to. I want us to go to the same place."

"I don't want to go anywhere else but where you are," he confessed too. His words coming out wrecked against his heavy breathing.

"I couldn't even write when you were gone," she laughed. Pulling away to pick up a dozen ripped out pages that were mostly blacked out or even destroyed through the tip of the pen. "Nothing was able to describe what I felt. Nothing could ever describe you in the way that I see you."

"It goes both ways, love." Eli's hands moved over her hips, fingers treating beneath her shirt. The endless lines decorating his palm melting into her waist. His warmth transferring over into her chest. "I tried to write something for months and nothing comes out."

Relieved at his assurance, she fell into his chest. Head rested in the crook of his neck, eyes cast down to watch his legs move as he kicked off his shoes. His hands holding her in place as he shifted his position, both legs sprawled out over the sofa. Reaching for the book, turning the light behind him on, they went through past texts. Talking for hours about what they'd written but showed no one else, the texts they found to be too much that actually were everything they felt. Honesty was always the most scary of emotions and all they wanted was to be honest in how they felt.

Eli noticed when her breath settled, he noticed when her lashes grazed his neck and fell shut. Her fists curled into his shirt like she didn't want him to slip away in the middle of the night. Their legs tangled up together. Their hearts beating as one.

Turning off the light, reaching for the blanket abandoned on the floor and tucking her in, he felt like he could finally breath. Kissing her head, mumbling sweet nothings until he fell to exhaustion's feet and met her in dreams again.

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[iheartbritishmen3000]

Club Classics

Josh Jenkinson x fem!reader

summary: A girl celebrating her birthday meets a guy celebrating his new album.

authors note: this is a random blurb that I wrote for funsises! Lmk if you guys enjoy and maybe I will write more. :)

Sweaty bodies grind up on each other—multicolored LED lights flash; purple, to blue, back to purple. The air is thick, yet most people are far too drunk to care. In the corner by the bar, a party of twenty-somethings all taking birthday shots. They cheer as they take in the pure liquor, vodka. A brunette girl wearing a “birthday girl” sash scrunches her face. Vodka was never her favorite but it sure did make her feel ecstasy. She's surrounded by her four best friends, celebrating the year's most important day. They cheer in excitement, already feeling wasted. 

On the other side of the club, a group of twenty-something Irish men, sitting in a booth. Why were they at the club? They honestly didn’t know. They were far more accustomed to pub life if anything. Maybe it was to celebrate their near-finished album, which they had just finished recording for. Thirty songs in total, only nearly half would make it on the final product. The blonde bassist and the lead singer get pulled onto the crowded dance floor by their girlfriends, there to support their boyfriends and have some fun. 

The drummer, never one for club culture, found himself walking to the bar in an attempt to order a red wine. The guitarist follows along, he already has a drink in hand, a beer. The birthday girl gets pulled onto the dance floor by her friends, ready to let loose to the random Lady Gaga-Bruno Mars remix playing. They sandwich themselves near the Irish lads, dancing awkwardly with their girlfriends. The birthday girl dances around without a care, her arms flailing around in the air. She felt the music in every cell in her body. Hungry eyes watch her like mountain lions spotting a naive fawn. She has no care. From the bar, the guitarist scans the dance floor, trying to spot his friends. Meanwhile, the drummer is going on about the awful transition from “Just Dance” to “24K.”

The guitarist finds his friends, having fun in the middle of the dance floor. The lead singer and his girlfriend sway to the music like it’s jazz. The bassist and his girl go ham, jumping around. He smiles at the sight. His eyes navigate to the eyes watching him. Her honey-brown eyes and full lashes pulled him in. She continues to dance with her friends, now feeling the need to impress the handsome stranger. He smirks as she moves around without a care, noticing her sash and the way her hair remains flawless. Her eyes navigate back to him, who continues to look in her direction. She says something to her friends, leaving the dance floor. 

As she approaches the musician, he gulps, never feeling this nervous to talk to a woman before. She stops right in front of him. The brunette girl was never one to be so bold, but that’s the wonder of liquid courage. “You’re staring,” She says. His eyes were comforting like a cup of tea on a cold rainy day. He doesn’t know how to respond to her, his beer was not helping his brain function. “What’s your name?” She asks, trying to get more of a read on the mysterious man standing at the bar with a beer in his hand. “Josh,” She smiles at his response. “Dylan,” He smiles at her response. Somehow, she managed to make a boyish name sound effortlessly cool and feminine. “Happy Birthday,” He says referring to her sash. She graciously accepts his kind words. 

The drummer sitting right next to them, watches in confusion, not realizing that his friend was no longer listening to his rant about terrible club remixes. The bassist in the crowd also notices his friend's interaction with the flirty girl, who’s playfully touching his friend's arm. “Looky there,” He nudges the lead singer. All eyes were on the guitarist and the birthday girl, standing at the bar. “You’re friends are staring,” She giggles. Josh nervously looks around, spotting three pairs of eyes on him. They quickly divert their eyes, not trying to ruin his moment. “And yours are jumping around like maniacs,” They look over to her best friends, who looked like they got stuck in a tornado. Messy hair and wrinkled clothes are the outcome of their drunk dancing. 

“What are you doing here on a Friday night Josh?” She quizzes him. The girl had met her fair share of club rats. They were for everybody and anybody which she didn’t like. He seemed to be the opposite of that. He seemed fairly reserved. He for sure wasn’t dressed for the club, sporting a casual flannel and baseball cap. “Celebrating I guess.” She giggles at his answer. For someone “celebrating,” he didn’t look to be having much fun. “Do you dance?” Her fingers delicately grab his hand. He shakes his “no,” but the girl still pulls him away from the bar. They find a spot away from their friends, entering their own world. An annoying remix of a Snoop Dogg song plays, the blue lights get darker, and her arms find themselves around his neck. His arms snake around her waist, touching the exposed skin of her lower back. His hands are cold. Her hips move sensually to the pounding music, merely grazing his jeans. 

Josh’s heart pounds as he dances with the intoxicated girl. She turns around, her back to his chest. She lets the music rule over her body as she claims his body as hers to dance on. His hands roam her body, doing his best to dance along with her. The birthday girl can feel the shots she’s taken leaving her system, he was sobering her up. 

She turns back around to look at him once again. Her hands feel on his beard, it complimented his face wonderfully. She pulls him in, their lips interlocking. His pace is slow and rough compared to hers, rushing the kissing. She matches his tempo, their lips working in perfect harmony. His beard felt rough on her delicate skin. She breaks the kiss, her eyes searching his. With a lustful smile on both of their faces; he grabs her hand, leading her out of the club.

[mydarlingkuuipo]

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[luvrskeetz]

Summary : Your friend dragged you out to a party, where you met a gorgeous boy named Bobby which would soon become something more than just a stranger...

Warnings : Makeout Sesh by the end, cigarettes smoking, consuming alcohol, a bit of harsh language, smut is basically implied over the end, not explained though!!! Other than that, it's pure fluff <3

First ever fanfic...kinda nervous. :C

Cigarette blessings

A Bobby Skeetz fanfic.

It was a cold Friday night...Your friend, Jade, had invited you over to a party.

You weren't really the kind to love parties, but you accepted to go to this one to keep company to your friend.

As soon as you reached the party, you saw...probably the prettiest boy you had ever seen : blue eyes, tall, bleach blonde hair, pale skin, and perfect moles covering his beautiful face.

Your friend noticed you and already knew who you were staring at.

"What's up, already falling in love?" - Jade teased, her voice low, but clear.

You snapped out of it-

"Uh? Oh uhm- NO! I...I'm not. Let's just go-" – You remarked, knowing well that you were...basically down bad already for that boy, even if you saw him for only 3 minutes.

You both started vibing and drinking at the party, making new friends and having fun.

You suddenly bumped into the bleach blonde haired boy, and as soon as you noticed you had bumped into him you apologized.

"Hey, It's...it's fine really- no need to apologize, love-" – He said, speaking loudly but softly so you could hear him.

His voice made your heart flutter, and your eyes flicker in between his lips and his eyes.

"Uh-Uhm...Yeah- Still I'm super sorry- I really didn't want t-"

"Hey. it's okay." – He said with a reassuring tone, and then went back to dancing.

You thought to yourself : "well fuck...if this is my first interaction with him, I'm actually done already..."

You went back to dancing and singing your heart out, and eventually wanted to go out for a smoke, unaware of what would happen.

**

As you walked out, you saw the same exact boy from earlier.

He was smoking a cigarette, his hair falling in his face in the most perfect way, and the lighting enhancing all his features, from his sapphire blue eyes to his gorgeous moles.

You posted up right beside him, and took a cigarette out of a packet you had pulled out of your pocket. You started patting your coat and pants for a lighter...

"Fuckin' hell..." – You murmured, still in search of that damn lighter.

The blonde boy turned his face to look at you, and offered you his lighter.

"Have mine, it's no big deal." – He said, his voice being super soft again, and his tone sweet and relaxing.

"Oh- Thank you..." – You smiled at him, and took the lighter from his hand, and lit your cigarette, taking a long drag out of it and exhaling...

The blondie was looking at you, and staring at the way your lips curled to blow out the smoke.

"So...What's your name?" – He asked, looking at you as he smoked his cigarette.

"Y/N. What's yours?" – You looked at his gorgeous blue eyes, and felt yourself basically fall in his gaze.

"Bobby. Robert, more formally..." – He giggled, as he inhaled and exhaled the smoke.

"Bobby? It suits you." – You chuckled, stomping on your now finished cigarette with your heel.

"Flattering. Really." - He rolled his eyes, trying to act all annoyed, even though he clearly wasn't.

"Hey...Uh, wanna go back inside to...You know, dance together?" – You took your shot, and hoped for the best...

As you waited for him to answer, the tension got thicker and thicker.

"Absolutely. You're a pretty girl, you're kind...Why the fuck not." – He took your hand gently and led you back inside, where you started dancing with him.

Feeling his hands on you felt like a blessing, like angels falling down from the sky: his touch was gentle, his eyes were looking at you, and the feelings between you two were gettinf stronger, even if you met only a few minutes ago.

"Fancy a drink with me?" — he questioned, raising his eyebrow, and smirking slightly.

"Well, sure!" — you followed him to the bartender and ordered a few shots and drinks, which were gone in less than 7 minutes of small talk and teasing.

By the time you finished the drinks, you were far gone : a bit drunk, flirting with eachother, and dancing as if no one was watching.

"Hey, could you come out with me, by chance?" — Bobby questioned, holding you by your waist, and slowly taking you out of the door

"For sure-..." — unphased and unbothered, in a complete other world.

You both posted up outside, where no one could see you.

"So...What's up?" — You asked him, genuinely curious.

"I...I like you." — He said, muffled and slurred all together from how drunk he was.

You looked at him in total shock, and without any hesitation and without even saying a word, you kissed him.

He was caught off guard by the kiss, tensing up a bit, but after a while he relaxed and cupped your face, deepening the kiss as if he had been waiting for it for an entire lifetime.

He smelled like cigarettes and whiskey, and you physically couldn't get enough of him.

**

You slid your hands up his shoulders, and slowly pulled away, even though you didn't want to.

"Well...That-...That was quick!" — You chuckled, your cheeks a light shade of pink, and your lips yearning for another kiss.

"Y/N...I want you..." — Bobby said, diving into your neck and slowly kissing it, trying to search for your g-spot...

"B-Bobby..." — You slightly whimpered, not expecting his neck kisses.

He completely forgot you guys were in public, and continued kissing your neck as you enjoyed it, not even shy about whatever was happening.

"Tell me anytime if you want me to stop." — He reassured you, making out with you still, but not wanting you to force yourself.

"I...I don't want you to stop. Actually...My flat is a few yards away from here...We could go there?" — You proposed, knowing that this making out sesh would've went probably further than just neck kisses.

"Great idea. Let's go then, gorgeous, shall we?" — He agreed, taking your hand and letting you lead him there.

You can imagine how the night ended. ;)

[taraskeetz]

decided to stop gatekeeping these 😼

[cutsnbruisesrry]

do you guys understand like

[get-lost-in-nostalgia]

blonde rob needs to be archived on my tumblr post. bye

[msmoony7]

need my inhaler fics to get the same amount of likes as my marauders ones😩😩