summary: bobby comes home from tour, only to get into an argument with you, which makes both of you question if it will work out.
warnings: angst, but with a happy ending!!
The darkness permeated each inch of the world like molasses. Dublin seemed as dark as hell as Bobby walked upstairs toward your flat, bags in hand. After what felt like ages, he was finally home, back to suprise you for a bit before going back off to tour.
You gripped the knife with both of your hands, pointing it towards the door. You watched the knob shift, fear bubbling up inside you. Then, the door opened, and instead of some scary masked murder, it was the beautiful face of your boyfriend. Your shoulders dropped, fear gone but you still unfortunately remained slightly shooken up by his tomfoolery.
"Oh my god," Bobby giggled while dropping his bags off on the floor, "Were you going to murder me?" Despite the situation, his smile was wide, all teeth bared. You always loved that about him, his ability to find the silver lining.
"I thought you were going to murder me," You clarified, setting the knife down and wrapping your arms around him. "I'm so glad you're back. I missed you so much baby," you murmured into his shirt.
"I missed you too," Bobby spoke as he toyed with the hem of your oversized shirt, "Who's shirt is this?"
"Oh, my friend's, he outgrew it so he gave it to me."
You watched the bassist's mien shift, from being giddy to insecure. "Bobby, don't get upset, it's a friend's shirt, it's not serious," you stated, with a tone that came off more pissed off than anything. His hands left your body, reporting back to by his side. A million other things came to his mind, thoughts of doubts in your relationship that he had been keeping to himself to keep you both afloat.
"Just... you don't come to our shows anymore-"
"I'm busy," you interrupted, "And for your information, I make good effort to come to your gigs, and I haven't gotten that decency from you in ages. But I deal with it because I know that you are busy with your 'work' in the band. I don't get why you can go off and delay your life with your buddies but I have to be there for you every single moment," You spoke. The brunette abruptly turned, grabbing his bags and opening the door, walking out before slamming it shut, shaking your flat. Guess that explains how he felt about it. You went back to bed.
The flat was somehow more empty than it was when your boyfriend was on tour. Was he still your boyfriend? Your head was spinning. You should've gotten up and ready for your shift, but you couldn't think about anything besides the bassist who, at one point, shared the bed with you. Some all too responsible voice in your head pointed out your hypocrisy, that you spent all your time at work when he was with you, now he's not and you don't want to get out of bed. That thought made you sit up.
You fought yourself to get your uniform on, grabbing your keys and heading out the door. For some reason, walking towards the office building made you feel like being a ghost. Like your soul wasn't here at all but your body remained. You can't believe all this started over some boy who you don't even think twice about. Maybe Bobby was right, maybe that was a bit too much. What if he was interested in you? I mean you said you had a boyfriend, but Bobby was a ghost most of the time. But so were you.
You went and sat down in your office chair, going through the motions of work without your head even in it. It mimicked your relationship, just staying together to keep the status quo. You only looked forward to getting home, to lie in your bed and cry. The day seemed to drone on, each hour longer and longer until it hit 5pm.
"Oh my god!" You jumped as soon as you walked into your flat. The brunette boy held his hands up, proving his innocence. There was a bag laid in front of him, you presumed he was grabbing things to bring back to his family's home. "You really have to let me know when you're coming home, please," You told him. It felt like a mockery, to have a moment so similar to yesterday's tragic event.
"Sorry... I'm just grabbing a few things and then i'll be out of your way," he said. His tone was completely detached and if his puffy blue eyes told you anything, it's clear it had just as heavy of an effect on him as it did you.
"Please don't leave, let's talk," You pleaded while walking over to grab his arm. "I'm really sorry for snapping at you last night. And for basically calling you dramatic when you were upset at me wearing that guy's shirt. You were trying to set a boundary and I completely ignored it and disrespected you," You stated. Bobby didn't turn to look at you, he kept packing. You reached out and touched him arm gently, then he suddenly turned, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head into your neck. "I'm right here, baby, I love you. I'm not gonna leave," you whispered, rubbing his back gently.
He remained silent with his face in your neck and a death grip of your waist. When he finally spoke, his voice was shaky, "I love you too, so much."
Your heart swelled, you had him back. And hopefully, this time it'll be forever.
a/n: second fic!! so sorry if this is bad! also curious would you guys like headcannons + blurbs as well as full fics? (i also take constructive criticism!)
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! 💋
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.
