#josh jenkinson x reader

[kate-inthedarkness]

Spin Dizzy - Josh Jenkinson

Summary: On the bands day off in Orlando, Josh and Rob manage to find a record store for you to shop around in, and Josh takes you out for a little date night….

Warnings: None!!! All love and cuteness babes xxx (BTW, the record shop I named isn’t an existing one in Orlando but just go along with it LOL)

The Florida sun was beginning to dip below the skyline, casting a honey-gold glow across the streets of downtown Orlando.

You could still feel the warmth on your skin from the afternoon—even in the shade of the venues back lot, it clung to your clothes like a second skin. The lads had just wrapped up sound check for their gig tomorrow, and while the buzz of the show lingered in the air, your mind was elsewhere.

Somewhere quieter. Somewhere with fewer amps and more soul.

Josh emerged from the venue, hair slightly damp from the heat, a gorgeous smile on his face, the same one that he sported whenever he caught eyes with you. He had a look in his eyes and that have you a feeling he was plotting something, though.

“You’re being weird. I can tell,” you said, grinning as he strolled over with two cold bottles of Minute-Maid Lemonade in hand.

“Me? No! Never.” He handed you one of the bottles. “Alright, now, get in the car.”

You squinted at him. “Excuse me?”

He smiled wide, an airy chuckle escaping him. “You heard me! Get in the car.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you gathered up your stuff, trusting him and his random spur of the moment ideas with your life. “Where are we going, babe?”

“You’ll see,” he said with a smirk, that all too familiar glint in his eye.

Twenty minutes after getting into the Uber and driving away from the venue, you were stepping out of the car I’m front of the cosiest-looking record shop you’d ever seen.

“Needle & Groove,” you read from the sun-faded sign above the door. “This is perfect. Oh my god, Josh.”

“Told you,” Josh said, shutting the car door behind him. “Rob found it online. Said it looked like your kind of place.”

The bell above the door jingled as you walked inside, and instantly, the scent of aged vinyl, paper sleeves, and a hint of incense wrapped around you like a hug.

Wooden bins stretched from wall to wall, filled with thousands of records, neatly sorted by genre—handwritten labels on faded index cards.

There was a small listening corner in the back, complete with battered headphones, a couch that had seen better days, and a few stacks of music magazines dating back to the ‘80s.

You let out a soft, happy sigh. “This is actual heaven.”

Josh watched you with a soft smile, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans. “Figured you deserved a little reward for surviving the tour so far.”

“I could do that all day,” you replied, flipping through the Alternative Rock section. “But this…this is next level.”

You moved through the aisles, stopping every few seconds to hold up something weird or wonderful. Josh trailed behind, occasionally grabbing things that caught his eye—an obscure Thin Lizzy pressing that was definitely a bootleg, a Bowie album with the wrong track listing, a jazz record he picked up mostly because the cover looked “kinda sick.”

After a while, you found yourselves flipping through a bin of old indie records—half of which looked more like art projects than albums.

“Ooh, Loveless,” you said in awe, pulling out a pristine but original copy of the My Bloody Valentine album. “I’ve been trying to find an original pressing in good condition for years now.”

Josh leaned in, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your bare shoulder. “Get it then. My treat.”

You looked up at him. “What? No no no, you don’t have to—“

“I know,” he said simply. “But I want to. Can’t a guy treat his beautiful girlfriend every once in a while, hm?”

You stated at him for a second, your heart melting a little. He wasn’t doing anything particularly grand—just being kind, thoughtful, himself. But there was something about being here, in this quiet little shop, just the two of you and your shared love for each other and music, that made it feel like the most extravagant gift a girl could be given.

Like a memory you’d want to replay on loop.

After making some purchases, and after Josh talked the shop owner into giving you a tiny discount “because you’re cute”, you both headed back outside, arms filled with your little haul.

“Alright,” he said, glancing around for the Uber he’d booked to come get the two of you. “Next part of the date!”

You laughed sweetly. “This date is being extended now, is it?”

“Come on, it’s us, of course it is,” he teased, holding open the car door for you. “It wouldn’t be a date if I didn’t take you to dinner.”

Dinner was at a tiny wine bar tucked away from the main strip, the kind of place you wouldn't notice unless someone told you about it. You were seated outside under a trellis of ivy and hanging lights, your table lit by the gentle flicker of a tea candle in a glass jar.

The air had cooled, the kind of post-sunset breeze that made everything feel somewhat cinematic.

Josh ordered a bottle of white that neither of you could pronounce, and the two of you shared a few small plates—cheese, warm bread, olives. The kind of slow, easy meal that let conversation stretch out without ever feeling rushed.

The two of you, at that moment, talked about anything and everything. From the records you bought, about weird dreams the both of you had from being on the road, about the time Josh tried to skateboard and almost broke his arm.

He made you laugh until you cheeks hurt. And every so often, he'd just...look at you. Like he was taking a mental photo of you.

"You've got that look," you said at one point, sipping your wine.

"What look?"

"Like you're overthinking, or maybe just thinking in general."

Josh leaned in, resting his elbows on the table. "I was just thinking I like seeing you like this."

You tilted your head. "Like what?"

"Happy. In your element. Glowing a little."

You laughed softly, eyes glistening with pure happiness. "It's the wine."

"No," he said, eyes soft. "It's you."

You didn't reply right away, unsure how to respond to the warmth in his tone. The sincerity. Instead, you reached for his hand across the table. He met you halfway, fingers curling around yours with ease, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"I like seeing you like this too," you said. "Relaxed. Not on a stage or surrounded by chaos."

He smiled. "You make it easy. You always have."

After dinner, you walked through the quiet streets with your shoes in hand and the city lights reflecting off the pavement. You passed a little jazz band playing on a corner, their music floating through the air like something out of a movie.

Josh stopped walking.

"What?" you asked, turning to face him.

He held out a hand. "Dance with me."

"In the middle of the street?"

"Why not?" he said, shrugging. "We've already made tonight a cliche. Might as well go all in."

You laughed, but took his hand anyway. And right there—under a lamppost, barefoot on warm concrete—he pulled you close and started to sway, off-beat and barely moving, but still somehow perfect.

You rested your head against his shoulder, feeling the slow rhythm of his heart under your palm.

"This is the best date we've ever had I think," you murmured.

Josh kissed the top of your head. "I can't argue with that, love."

You ended the night back at the hotel, records sprawled across the bed, both of you cross-legged in underwear and oversized shirts. The two of you admiring the new additions to your collection.

The soft warm glow of the bedside lamps and the soft sound of the air conditioning made everything feel so calm and collected.

You looked over your shoulder and found him watching you again, but it was genuinely no surprise.

"What?" you asked softly.

He smiled. "I love spinning records with you."

You grinned. "That's not even a good line, and we're not playing any records."

"No," he said, reaching out to pull you close. "But it's true."

"I love you, Josh."

"And I love you the most."

[storiesabouteli]

Masterlist (InhalerFics)

1. Heartplace (Eli X Reader!) - About how you handle a light argument, where Eli said things he's truly sorry for and wants to apologize.

2. There He Was (Eli X Reader!) - Just a short fic about u2 (i'm sorry lol) realizing they're in love after you've had a bad date.

3. Amid Cares (Eli X Reader!) - You are sick (kidney crisis) and Eli stays with you! Dealing with the fact that you're used to not needing anyone, and Eli will have to handle that.

4. Romance (Vampire Eli X fem!Reader!) // Part1 // - Eli is a vampire who falls in love with a human. The story explores the passage of time and the challenge of maintaining a relationship between two very different beings. It’s a guide on how to date a vampire/human while seeking a place of comfort in someone—and all the complexity that this longing brings.

5. Acne Cares (Eli X Reader!) - requests: I was thinking maybe you could write one where the reader struggles with acne and Eli makes her feel not insecure?

6. BitterSweet (Eli X Reader!) - requests: (1) pre-relationship!eli with an incrediblyyy oblivious and socially awkward girl that kinda avoided him bc he’s very charismatic and lowkey a fuckboy so she think he’s fucking with her and eli is tryna pursue her and making it obvious that he takes her really seriously + (2) i was just wondering if you could write an imagine where eli helps the reader with her anxiety / through an anxiety attack or something similar?

7. Sugar Hits (Eli X Reader!) - requests: Rader supporting Eli at a concert or something. Like, he's nervous about playing the new songs (your house, eddie in the Darkness) because he doesn’t know if the fans will like them and reader just comforts him before and after the show.

[pollyypocket]

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : bobby skeetz x fem!reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Bobby is leaving to tour America with his band Inhaler, but he's unsure if he should let her go... and she's unsure if he wants this.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 : fighting, smoking.

Bobby rested his elbows on his shared balcony, cigarette in one hand the other rested under his chin, admiring the view from his shared apartment, when he suddenly felt hands go around his waist and a head resting on his back.

"What are you thinking abouttt?" he perked up at the sound of his girlfriends voice. "Nothing Y/N, just excited for tourrr" in a serious tone as he took another drag of his cigarette. You move to stand next to him, arms resting in the same position trying to admire what he's looking at. "What about tourrrr are you excited for" taking his cigarette placing it between your lips. "You know... the people, finding new places, being with the boys" "Are you going to miss meee?" his head turned towards yours taking in every aspect of your face. He loved how your eyes glowed in the dark, how graceful you were with every movement you did. "Yeah" he looked down fiddling with his fingers.

At this point you realised he wasn't giving you the same energy back. This time you returned the favour and admired his features "Bobby, what's wrong?"

He couldn't bare to look at you, he's been on tour before and it's been fine... has he had a fight with one of the boys? has it been cancelled? so many thoughts ran through your head but not what came out of his mouth next.

"I think we should break up" he finally met your eyes, he looked so drained and broken. "I'm sorry. What!" You looked at him like he was crazy and a scoff came out of your mouth "You're joking" taking another drag of the cigarette staring back into the distance. All he could do was run his hands down his face out of stress.

"No. NO! Bobby we aren't breaking up." "You can't tell me what to do!" this time he had anger in his voice. "I know I can't but why; tell me you're joking right..." your voice cracked unable to speak properly. The boy you've loved for years breaking your heart in your shared apartment. The boy who you grew up with. The boy who you supported no matter what. This tour wasn't any different...

"Just tell me why... please." he sighed refusing to make eye contact with you "Because-" "Because what" "I'm going away for a long time and a whole different country, i just can't do it anymore, being away from you, if you aren't in my life it wont hurt" Your jaw was on the floor, tears pricked in your eyes.

"Robert... You have been away from periods of times all the time. This is your job. I haven't ever stopped you from doing it, you've never stopped me from achieving anything! Your being stupid, did this whole relationship mean nothing to you at all..."

He had tears rolling down his face at this point as well, he knew he messed up, he knew those words should have never of come out of his mouth.

"Well... If you're gonna break my heart you better smash it to pieces cause I'm not gonna need it as much as i do right now. I love you, and you have messed it all up"

"Come along then, join us" "NO! NO BOBBY, WE'RE DONE"

Soon enough you stamped on the cigarette and walked out of your shared apartment knowing he would of left of tour in the morning meaning you can pack your stuff tomorrow...

[leaawrites]

The Pure Truth

Josh Jenkinson x fem!reader

Summary: a quiet night after a gig.

Warnings: fluff

Wordcount: 0.7k

Masterlist

The music was still so clear in their head even when they have long been surrounded by silence. The adrenaline still pumped through their veins even when they laid to rest a while ago.

“You know, it always fascinates me,” she said, leaving the end of her sentence out at first. Searching for the right words she couldn’t find as fast as she wanted to.

“What does?” He asked, holding her close to his body.

She was warm, always. In comparison to his own cold body, she seemed like the sun in the dark of the night to him. A fire ready to warm him up whenever he needed her.

Cuddling her body against his was the only solution. He still asked her if it was alright that he held her, or he would ask for permission before they kissed but that’s what she liked about him. When he felt insecure about it, she would assure him that nothing about him could be bad in her eyes.

All the other guys she once dated were always doing it when they wanted. They also did what they wanted. She never got to actually decide whether she wanted something or not. And with the past guys she probably would’ve said no to some stuff. But not with him. Josh and his gentle touch would never make her not want something.

“The way you’re so comfortable and confident on stage,” she explained, lifting her head to look at him. “I mean, when I first met you I was afraid for a second that you couldn’t even speak - which wouldn’t have been a problem, but you know? And then I saw you on stage later that night and you seemed like a completely different person. I was also afraid that you just didn’t wanna talk to me, but you proved that wrong quickly after.” She laughed at the memory. “Anyway, when you’re up on that stage - when I see you up on stage, I just know that you belong there. No matter how you act around other people, the Josh Jenkinson on stage is the real one.”

He didn’t know what to say. There were rarely moments when he didn’t know what to say to her but now truly was one of those rare moments. It was like all the words he’d learned, all the confidence he build up over the months of talking to each other was all thrown out of the window. It felt like they were back at the beginning.

“I love you so much,” was what he finally settled on.

Because it was the pure truth.

Laughing at him quietly, she buried her head into the fabric of his shirt. Still able smell the soap from his body through it. Even after dating for a year now, he was still able to make her blush, and he knew when he’d done it once more, even in the dark with only the moon light lighting up her face and casting a shadow of all the details on the wall. He knew by the simple act of her hiding away.

“But seriously,” she said, her voice muffled by the fabric still. “What makes you so confident?”

His hands got tangled up in her hair as she laid so close to him and he couldn’t stop himself. “I think, I just focus on the guitar. I focus on playing good and knowing that people listen to our music just makes it all easier.”

“Do you like it when I’m acting all confident on stage?” It was less teasing and more insecurity shining through then in that question. Was the person he represented on stage for an hour more fascinating to her than the pure human being that he truly was?

“I like you however you act. Just don’t be an asshole.”

“You know I wouldn’t be to you.”

“I know. You’re too cute.” Laying her forehead against his, she softly let her lips travel over his face.

“Cute Josh,” she teased, using the nickname Bobby sometimes called him in videos or conversation.

Groaning, he threw his head back before flipping her over and starting to move his hand up to her ribcage. Breathing against her lips, his fingers began to move. A squeal left her mouth as he began to tickle her, laughs escaping with it. Choked up breaths and words as she tried to make him stop.

After a bit she got a hold of the back of his neck, pulling him down and capturing his lips with hers, making his fingers stop moving.

[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.

[voguesriot]

MASTERLIST & WHO I WRITE FOR…

🔱 i didn’t want to be a halfblood… percy jackson & the olympians

i write for: luke , clarisse , book!percy , book!annabeth , grover , leo , the stroll brothers

SUNBURN ✶ luke castellan social media au

DON’T HURT YOURSELF ✶ luke castellan social media au

NOBODY’S BUSINESS ✶ part two of ‘don’t hurt yourself’, luke castellan social media au

🏴‍☠️ i will be king of the pirates! one piece

i write for: sanji , zoro , luffy , nami , shanks

🕸️ i am the one and only spider-man… spiderverse

i write for: any peter parker variant , miles morales , miguel o’hara , spidergwen

🍷 always check the sleeves! saltburn

i write for: felix , oliver , farleigh , venetia

🎧 no band like the strokes… inhaler

i write for: ryan , josh , elijah , bobby

🎞️ sorry if i forgot to thank anyone, unless you were mean to me, bye! celebrities

i write for: timothée chalamet , jacob elordi , charlie bushnell , dior goodjohn , alex turner , archie madekwe , harry styles , reneé rapp , gene gallagher , aaron taylor johnson

🏎️ it’s just an inchident… formula one

i write for: charles , max , carlos , oscar , logan , lando , daniel , mick , jenson

[cl16clerc]

Secrets we’re taking to the grave - Robert Keating

Summary: You’re friends with the band, all but Bobby. He hates you, you hate him. It’s a known fact. One day at a party, Bobby takes it too far, leaving him to face the consequences and confront his true feelings.

Warnings: make out session, swearing, ANGST (arguing) but fluff at the end, mean rob

P.S. I loved @kate-inthedarkness ‘I Want You’ fic so much I made something kind of similar?? GO CHECK THAT OUT ITS A GREAT FIC!💗

“Don’t get me wrong.” Ryan’s words were muffled by the food in his mouth. “He’s a great guy but he’s just not… you know…”

You can’t help but chuckle at Ryan’s crappy attempt at advice. “He’s just not what?” You taunted.

“He’s not Bobby.” His words earned a kick to the shin.

You and Ryan were sat across each other at the kitchen table in his hotel room. Ryan was your best friend since you’d stumbled into the band’s lives. You really clicked with them. Everyone but Bobby.

“I don’t want Bobby. He’s a prat.” You rolled your eyes. “All he ever does is get on my nerves.”

“Not in the way I see it. I see built up tension but you diffuse it by being pricks to each other.” Ryan looked you dead in the eyes.

No.

“No.” You said plainly.

There was a pause. Ryan could see through your own thoughts into whatever doubt you had in your statement. “Sure.”

You were about to interject but there was a knock at the door. Ryan raised his eyebrows before getting up to check. You heard some mumbles and then the person came in. Your head whipped round.

Bobby.

“What’s she doing here?” His voice was cold.

“I’m-“ You went to make a snarky comment but Ryan cut you off.

“We were just talking about Toxic by Britney Spears.” Ryan smiled.

“No-“

“Don’t ruin my favourite song.” Bobby grunted.

You wanted to kick Ryan again.

“I wasn’t-“

“Don’t be mean!” Ryan cut you off again. “Look see, you have something in common.”

“No.” You and Bobby said in unison.

That was it. Just the sound of his voice was enough to drive you out of Ryan’s flat. You got up and grabbed your coat.

“I just remembered I had something to do.” You said bluntly.

“Do what? Don’t tell me you have plans, that’ll make me laugh.” Bobby taunted.

Ryan gave him a harsh nudge. “Shut it.”

You didn’t say another word, stepping out into the apartment complex. This was your reality, stuck in an endless loop of not being able to stay in the same room as Bobby. It sucked, you enjoyed everyone else’s company, but Bobby? He made your skin crawl. You’d rather sit through Dune on a constant loop than have to listen to his nagging. He felt no different. Every time he saw you it was comment after comment.

You found yourself subconsciously kicking stones as you wandered through the streets of Dublin. The night had just began to coat the skies in a purple haze. The stillness of it all made you forget about Bobby for a moment, but not long enough. Nothing could ever rid of the feeling of him.

——

A few weeks later, you found yourself at a party with the band and some friends from the industry. You were wearing a simple dark green dress but it looked effortlessly pretty on you. Elijah greeted you with a smile.

“Hey.” He beamed, pulling you in for a hug. “You look great!”

You smiled. “Thanks! So do you!”

Elijah was wearing a suit but he dressed it down so it still looked cool. You always loved his style.

“Just keep me away from Bobby. I want to feel good tonight.” You huffed.

“You’ll have to deal with him at some point, love. He’s pretty hard to avoid.” Elijah’s words were quickly manifested as Bobby trudged over.

To your relief, Josh and Ryan were there too. They all let out ‘ooo’s, admiring how you looked. It was friendly but it made you blush, nonetheless. You felt good in your dress and in yourself. No dirty look from Bobby could knock your confidence tonight.

A few drinks down and you’d started to ease a little. You were chatting with the guys about their upcoming tour, potential new music and even the pizza that you were going to get after tonight’s party. Bobby, unsurprisingly, wasn’t trying to mask his resentment. It was plain to everyone that he didn’t want to speak to you. He dodged answering anything you asked. He didn’t react to your jokes or comments. Nothing. It was getting beyond annoying.

“Where’d you get the dress from?” Ryan asked, trying to keep the conversation light.

“Oh um, it’s vintage. I just saw it one day and really liked it.” You chuckled.

The guys all nodded in amusement, well, all but Bobby. Your comment somehow annoyed him more. You tried your best to avoid his looks and glares.

“Do you always have to dress up so extra?” The alcohol had made Bobby suddenly very blunt and rude.

“Excuse me?” You raised your eyebrows.

The rest of the guys looked at each other in shock.

“I mean, it’s a bit much for this party. It’s not a gala.” Bobby rolled his eyes.

“I liked this dress.” You frowned.

You hated the fact that his comment stung. You didn’t expect anyone to be so bothered by a dress.

“It looks nice, Bob. Shut up.” Josh said whilst the others nodded in agreement.

“It just wouldn’t kill you to stop showing off for once? And a thrifted dress? Come off it. You’re not special.” Bobby scoffed.

You weren’t sure what to do. You were too stunned and embarrassed to act immediately. You felt your stomach drop, like a heavy weight in your chest. Normally, you’d be fine with anything Bobby threw your way but tonight felt different. This was an attack on something you wanted to feel good about. It just- stung.

“Don’t be a prick.” Elijah snatched the bottle in Bobby’s hands, probably trying to stop anything else that Bobby would say.

Your lack of response made the air uncomfortable. The rest of the guys had cursed Bobby, it was an uncalled for comment. That still wasn’t enough for you. It wasn’t enough to shake the awful feeling it gave you. Don’t rise to it, said the voice in your head. So you left.

With a quick turn, you walked away. It was embarrassing in all honesty. Thinking about it, there were other ways to handle it. But you knew your fights with Bobby. It would’ve been heated and messy and tonight you couldn’t deal with it. You managed to find a room down the hallway that wasn’t occupied. You burst through the doors, taking a deep breath and trying to contain yourself.

The room was dimly lit with a desk and large leather chairs. It must’ve been an office of some sort. You tried to take your mind off what had just happened. You needed to go back out and face Bobby, face it all but god you just needed a minute. A minute to try and figure out why on earth this was bothering you so much. You noticed a mirror on the wall and your gaze flickered to yourself.

In the corner of the mirror, you saw the door opening. You whipped your head round to see Bobby, his irritating face a little bit softer now.

“I’m not in the mood.” You said firmly. “I’m really not.”

Bobby raised his hands in defeat. “I’m not coming to make any more comments.”

You relaxed your shoulders slightly, letting out a sigh.

“You were so mean.” You said plainly.

“I know.” He nodded.

“You insulted my dress.” Your words were filled with hurt.

Bobby was stepping closer. Why was your heart beating so fast?

“I know.” He repeated.

“You made me feel ugly.” You choked out.

“No. Don’t say that.” Bobby’s tone had shifted.

You looked at him with a puzzled look.

“You’re not ugly. You’re so far from it. You’re-“ Bobby struggled. “You’re beautiful. God I hate that you are, but you’re the most beautiful person here tonight.”

You felt your breath get caught in your throat. Seeing Bobby so vulnerable was out of the blue but… you didn’t mind it? In fact, it helped answer the question as to why you were so hurt.

“It hurt most coming from you.” You whispered.

“I didn’t mean it. I’m so sorry, I took it too far.” Bobby stepped closer.

You didn’t back away. You physically couldn’t.

“Everyone thought you were beautiful.” He continued. “It just clicked something inside of me. I think I’m jealous.”

What?

“Of the dress?” You joked, trying to contain the shock in your voice.

“Shut up.” Bobby’s voice was low but he couldn’t help but smile.

What now? The voice of reason was far gone. It felt like an empty confession, spilling his deepest thoughts but no consequences, no change. It was hard to move past the hatred you both had for each other but it was harder to ignore the feelings there. So now it was your turn.

“It hurt the most hearing you say it because I didn’t want it to be true. I didn’t dress up for you but you know, I wanted you to like the way I looked.” The words came out before you could stop them. This must’ve been how Bobby felt.

“Why me?” He looked into your eyes suddenly.

“Don’t be an idiot.” You shook your head, the hurt still there.

“I like the way you look. I didn’t mean anything I said, I promise.” Bobby stepped closer. “I could never actually feel that way about you.”

So many thoughts were swirling in your mind. Bobby’s confession was screaming at your brain. You were beyond shocked, unsure what to say. When words fail, actions are all that’s there.

“Please- I’m so-“ Bobby started but you cut him off.

Your lips on his lips. He melted into the kiss, his own mind going at 100mph. Bobby’s hands were on your waist as he pulled you as close as physically possible. Your hands were on both sides of his face, trying to do the same. It was right, this felt so right. All the hurt and anger seemed to dissipate. You couldn’t hate Bobby. Not right now, that was impossible. With chest pressed against him you could’ve sworn your bodies merged.

You pulled away, slightly breathless. There was a doubt in your eyes but Bobby shook his head.

“Don’t do this to me. Don’t make me spill it all for nothing.” His walls were threatening to bild up again.

“I won’t. I want you, more than anyone or anything.” You admitted.

Bobby stared at you, a slight look of disbelief. He must’ve not expected that. He struggled to muster up a good response.

“I want you too.” Bobby whispered.

It was all he could manage but it was enough. Your lips were on each other’s again, indulging in the feeling. Bobby backed you into the desk making you gasp. The hunger and passion was there. It felt alive, it felt right.

About half an hour later, you both emerged from the office room. Your cheeks were flushed and your hair slightly messing from all the kissing that had been done. The rest of the band spotted you two immediately. They all cracked huge grins, feeling pleased to see the sight.

“I take it you two made up.” Ryan smirked. “I told you so! I told you so hard!”

Bobby nudged him and everyone broke out into laughter. You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t help but smile.

The rest of the night was spent with Bobby’s arm around you. It was like he was scared to let you go. Stolen kisses, whispers and giggles. It was like you two were teenagers in love.

[d0llfaac3]

No.1 party anthem prt 2

Pairing: Ryan McMahon x rockstar!f!reader

Warnings: mentions of sex 🤭 and mild swearing probably

Social media au

Y.n.L.n (instagram story)

Y.n.L.n

Just some recent pics xx

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inhalerdublin: I wonder who that is…🤭

User1: they know something we don’t..

User2: mother is mothering rn

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ryanmcmahon: ur so pretty xx

ryanmcmahon (instagram acc)

We officially made it official @y.n.L.n

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Y.n.L.n: guys I know it the sec picture looks bad but I promise I kissed him after it 🫶🏻

ryanmcmahon: it was a bit more than just kissing princess..

elijahhewson: PLEASE get a room

ryanmcmahon: can’t a man be happy?? ☹️

Yourmumsaccount: Ryan I’ve heard all about you from Y/n! I hope you two are behaving ❤️

ryanmcmahon: as always ms L.n

inhalerdublin: the tiny one finally pulled

ryanmcmahon: leave me alone Bobby 😭😭

Y.n.L.n

He’s my little princess 🫶🏻

Tagged: @ryanmcmahon

Inhalerdublin: wear protection xx

ryanmcmahon: LEAVE ME ALONE ELI

Y.n.L.n: rawdogger till i die (it’s a joke Eli don’t shit urself)

Yourbandaccount: girl we’re so happy for the both of you, we hope you two stay together because it’s obvious that you two LOOVE each other

Y.n.L.n: NEVER DO THAT AGAIN IM SOBBING

Ryanmcmahon: honestly couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend, I get all in one, a rockstar, a cuddler, a romantic partner and a personal groupie, pretty good if u ask me

Y.n.L.n: what the fuck Ryan 😭

***************

Gang they got together I had no idea how to finish this off so ITS BADDD

[lemosch]

Calling all Inhaler’s fans: where are all the Josh and Ryan fics??? All I see is Eli and Bobby everywhere, I desperately need some good old Josh x reader or Ryan x reader but they’re nowhere to be found

[petalprincessxoxo]

playlist for my upcoming bobby skeetz fic “sweet dreams, tn”

let me know what u guys think of it!!

[kindestofkings]

dancing in the moonlight

josh jenkinson x guitarist!reader

about: reader's sitting room sessions are like acoustic covers she posts on youtube hope thats clear, also sooo many different faceclaims I hadn't it in me to keep the same lolll ENJOY

also! you know I buzz off including alll my favs in my smaus so enjoy 🤭

yourusername

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yourusername the last leg of love on tour has officially begun, somebody sedate me.

📷 @lloyddddddddddddddddd

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harryfan1 noooo why cant you keep going forever ?

harryfan3 they already have this is like year 3 of this tour lol yourusername yeahh unfortunately rest is needed

harryfan2 you are the coolest member of the love band pass it on

fan1 will your sitting room sessions end till its over?

yourusername no acc going to keep doing them on the road ! <3

lloyddddddddddddddddd sickk one

yourusername

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yourusername home show babyyy (kinda Im from dublin) but omg Slane you were a mad experience!

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harryfan1 haha was that last pic added in by accident ?

yourusername hahah no I needed the pic of sir styles, bag of cans IN HAND on my grid yourusername its gonna be my next tattoo

harrystyles 🤨🤨

yourusername nah come on look at the joy on your face, just a boy with his bag of cans xx

evehewson he didnt even swim just drank the cans

harrystyles enough of the lies #fakenews

harryfan2 I love how unserious she is with harry

sarahjones you own yellow !

inhalerdublin

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inhalerdublin We’ll never be able to fully recover from the experience of playing Slane Castle yesterday. Thank you to @harrystyles for having us open for him in such a legendary place. And to every one of you who sang our songs back to us.

See you in November Ireland x

📸 @lewsvans

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inhalerfan1 inslayer at slayne castle

lewsvans just a small one

yourusername massive

harryfan1 same girl also in my inhaler era after them opening

yourusername

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yourusername babe wake up a new sitting room session just dropped xx

todays tune has been stuck in my head since slane, check out the video for my jetlagged attempt of dublin in ecstasy <3

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yourmam get your shoes of that couch young lady

yourusername 😧😧 sorry mammy

inhalerdublin we're honoured ❤️

harryfan1 you are both so talented and so hot

harryfan2 frrrr I dont know if I wanna be her or with her

inhalerfan1 did you meet the lads ?!

yourusername I did yes ! but I was acc at one of their first few gigs way back when so second time seeing them live 😎 inhalerfan1 wow I did not know you were an inhaler fan! I'm seeing them for the first time in paris later this year !! yourusername ah enjoy, the place where the whole world waits to come alive 😏 ryanmcmahon_15 obsessed much?

joshjenkinson_ worryingly good, please don't come for my job !

yourusername the man that you are that bridge is sick! p.s. I could never match your dance moves ryanmcmahon_15 those would be the infamous jenkinson knees yourusername mesmerising x

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harryflorals harry featured in one of yourusername's sitting room sessions, which they recorded during a day off on tour! the premise of the series started out as just yourusername playing acoustic covers but has become a fan favourite and she's started having guests !

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harryfan1 no way what song did they sing??

harryflorals they sang in a week which is originally by Hozier x

harryfan2 so rogue of him but I love it

harryfan3 ughh casual harry my favourite harry

harryfan4 they sounded soooo good

harryfan1 what is their vibes? friends or can we start the ship? harryfan4 I think its strictly platonic ! she's been part of his band for ages now

yourusername posted to their story!

you can't see but major heart eyes

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inhalerfan1 at who tho??? please be a josh girlie

joshjenkinson_ 😳😳

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yourusername an emotional day at the office today. never wanted to say goodbye to love on tour but I am so greatful for the experience.

massive thank to harrystyles for bringing me along on both tours, had so much fun <33

📷 @helenepambrun.photography @lloyddddddddddddddddd @anthonypham

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harrystyles the best in the business

yourusername what are you doing?? get off your phone and get writing another album so we can go on tour again?!?! harryfan1 listen to the boss

bobbyskeetz inhaler x yourusername sitting room sesh now?

joshjenkinson_ she'd have to be not touring for that to happen bobbyskeetz not touring ? YOU JUST FINISHED? yourusername lol yeah about thattttt

sarahjones loved sharing this experience with you sister

yourusername wouldn't have been the same without you miss jones xxx

harryfan2 you were my favourite member of the love band !! will you ever be releasing your own music ?

yourusername thanks my love! at the moment no, I'm actually joining another band for their upcoming tour so will be busy with that. buttt the sitting room sessions will continue <33

harryfan2 pity but all fun stuff! what band? yourusername all will be revealed🤫

inhalerfan1 the inhaler boys do be in her comments a lot these days..

joshjenkinson_ posted to their story! (private)

studying, taking notes

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yourusername exCUSE me I think you'll find you're the rockstar, with all the groupies

↳ i'm not the one on two international tours in one year tho ?? am I?

↳ yourusername lol fair but as the president of the josh fanclub, I suggest you should do that x

elijahhewson fact: guitarist and singer is a better couple

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yourusername first of all selling pEtROL. joining the inventors of tumblr on the next of their tour so I'm returning to the tumblr aesthetic (method playing?)

see all you emos at the 1975 still... at their very best, but until then I'll leave you with a sitting room sesh (bedroom ed 😏 ) xx

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harryfan1 do you ever rest???

the1975 tour just got a whole lot more fun !

1975fan1 no way im so excited, shes so hot

inhalerfan1 is the sitting room sesh a emo classic?

yourusername you know it, my fav the 1975 song change your ticket ! trumanblack fired for defamation x yourusername its all quite meta 🤨

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1975fanupdates obsessed with yourusername ever since my 1975 show. how is someone so cool and pretty??? living rent free

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1975fan1 no cause Im the EXACT same, shes such a good guitarist aswell

1975fan2 it must be happening at every show lol. even though shes at the back matty kept trying to get the attention back on him

1975fanupdates lmao I cant

harryfan1 awh I miss her!! her boyf is soo lucky

1975fan1 noo she has a boyfriend thats heartbreaking news, who is it? harryfan1 Im not sure! there was just a bang at the start of her last sitting room sesh and she said sorry my boyfriend keeps hitting his head off my low door frame 😭😭

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hot.

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joshjenkinson_ 2 days was not enough

↳ babyyyy I know this is the worst

1975fan1 lost my wife to a man 😭 😭 😭😭

inhalerfan1 IS THAT JOSH!!!!!!!!

ryanmcmahon_15 those infamous jenkinson knees

joshjenkinson_ (private)

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joshjenkinson_ she really buzzes off a good windowsill

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yourusername YOU GOTTA SLIDE OUT THE WINDOWWWWW elijahhewson 🎤?

elijahhewson ...... yourusername ........ elijahhewson slideeee yourusername yayayayyyy

bobbyskeetz day 40000 of asking for a inhaler sitting room sesh

yourusername yeah you and like 3 other people, im overwhelmed

yourusername

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yourusername yeah no big deal just about to drop a sitting room session where I sing mazzy star's fade into you with my music crush THE julien baker. 😀😀😀 feeling so normal about this

go watch it, we had a lot of fun!

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yourusername also im putting more into the production of these so hopefully the sound and visual quality increase is a nice treat for y'all <33

julienrbaker spends 2 days in memphis and is saying y'all..

yourusername inner cowgirl was unleashed, dont force her back into the box 🤠

1975fan1 wow not my two celeb crushes together...

yourusername im weak that you're considering me a celeb

phoebebridgers take me next please

yourusername omg if I must 😳🤭

yourusername

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yourusername boyfriend reveal or the next guest on sitting room sessions? you decide what you wanna focus on xx

terrifying take of lana del rey's let the light in, we both love to hide behind guitars so be gentle x

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harryfan1 omg this is so so so so beautiful

inhalerfan1 josh's vocals need to be louder next album/tour !! boy can sing

elijahhewson im gonna focus on how you stole my man

yourusername just cause you’re petty that you haven't been on a sitting room sesh yet xx inhalerfan1 PLEASE have him on I beg

bobbyskeetz wtf has a guy got to do to get invited to a session, sleep with you?

joshjenkinson_ you're getting a box yourusername gross robert thanks for the nightmare fuel

harrystyles this is my favourite one yet x

yourusername too kind H, such a softie for romance

inhalerfan2 omg they're dating 😭 😭 😭 😭 such a hot couple 😭 😭 😭

1975fanupdates

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1975fanupdates its yourusername's life and we're just living in it. She came in at 60th on this list, slayed so hard

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yn'swife I say thats my wife and Im proud

inhalerfan1 bless josh in his supportive era <3

1975fan1 she needs to go on her own tour immediately

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yourusername

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yourusername this sitting room session is evidence for how annoying bobbyskeetz can be! ALL the boys of inhaler joined me in my newww (😏) sitting room for a chaos cover of dreams by the cranberries <3

p.s. thought this photo was giving yay fun! when I took it but on reflection it looks like eli and bobby are making fun of me 🤨

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inhalerfan1 miss thank you for delivering all this inhaler content, the drought has been real!

yourusername I got you gorgeous xx

bobbyskeetz I prefer the term persistent actually

yourusername yeah and I prefer a headache free existence but we cant all get what we want xx joshjenkinson_ thought management told yous to be nicer online... yourusername its SOO hard tho inhalerfan2 its giving such sibling energy lol

elijahhewson stop the lies #falsenarrative

ryanmcmahon_15 in a band of bullies, thanks for having us tho !!

harryfan1 you're making me an inhaler fan with all this lol

FINISHED

josh girles how did I do??? love making this one

[kate-inthedarkness]

Could you do another angst with rob please? ❤️

Yeah! Ofc xxx

Hopefully you like it!!!

Every Breath You Take - Robert Keating

Robert Keating x fem!reader

Summary: Even though you and Robert are both in love with each other, there always seems to be something in the way of the two of you getting together. It’s only when it’s too late does Robert realise he has to say the words he’s always wanted to say…

Warnings: Angsty romance kinda stuff, mentions of sex but nothing graphic, best friends that are too stubborn to ever do anything about their feelings LOL.

It’s a late summer evening, the golden hour light spilling through the window of your favourite café. The air feels heavy, thick with the tension that’s always been between you and Robert—unspoken, and undeniable.

You haven’t seen him in months, not since the day he found out about your boyfriend, Luke, proposing to you. When Rob found out through a mutual friend, he didn’t say a word. He simply disappeared. Not physically, but emotionally—closing himself off like he always did when things felt too real. When the words lingered just beneath the surface, but neither of you could ever quite say them.

Luke had always been the safe choice. Steady, predictable. You loved him, of course. And you had the engagement ring to show for it.

The big diamond ring on your finger was a reminder of how you were supposed to move forward, building a life together. But there was always something about your best friend, Robert. Something that felt like a piece of you was always missing when he wasn’t around.

And yet, here you were. Alone in a café, waiting for him.

The bell above the door jingles, and you glance up. There he is—Robert Keating himself. He hasn’t changed much since you last saw him, but there’s a weight in his eyes today that wasn’t there before. A knowing, something raw.

He hasn’t said a word yet, but you can already feel the conversation coming. You know what he’s here to say, and somehow, you’re not ready to hear it.

“Hey,” he says, sliding into the chair across from you.

“Hey.” You offer him a small smile, trying to mask the sudden knot in your stomach. You never could get rid of the way he made you feel. It was always this push and pull. You two had always been best friends, but there was something deeper that never had a chance to grow.

“You look…good,” he says, his gaze flickering to the engagement on your ring finger that glistened brightly when the sun hit it.

You swallow, trying to steady yourself. “Thanks, Rob.”

A long pause settles between you, and you can feel the weight of his words hanging in the air. This was the moment. The one you’d always known would come, but never expected to feel so real.

“You didn’t tell me,” Robert says, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it feels like thunder in your chest. “About Luke proposing. I found out through Sam for fuck sake. You’re my best friend, why would you do that?”

You bite your lip, looking away for a moment. The silence stretches on, suffocating. You had hoped he wouldn’t bring up this part. You thought maybe, just maybe, your past mistakes would stay buried.

“I…I didn’t know how,” you finally manage, though it feels like an excuse. “It all happened so fast. We’re happy, Rob. I’m happy.”

“I know you’re happy. And I’m happy for you, I really am,” he says, but there’s a faint bitterness in his voice that makes your stomach twist. “I just…I wish you would’ve told me. I mean, we’ve been through so much together. I thought I deserved to know.”

The words sting, more than you anticipated. It’s not like you didn’t want to tell him—it’s just that the moment never felt right. Maybe, deep down, you feared his reaction. Or maybe, you feared that he’d see right through you, see how much you’d been trying to bury what you truly felt for him after all this time.

“I swear to god I didn’t know how to bring it up, Rob,” you admit, feeling your heart race. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

He leans back in his chair, his hand running through his hair in that familiar way that always used to drive you crazy. The way he always did when he was thinking, or more when he was overthinking.

“You’ve never hurt me, not in the way you think,” he mutters, voice almost too soft. “It’s just…watching you move on, knowing I’ve always been here, feeling like I’ve never had a chance to say what I should’ve said before. It’s been killing me, y’know?”

His words hit harder than anything you expected, and the realisation crashes over you; this isn’t just about the proposal. This is about everything—the past, the present, the what-could-have-beens.

“You should’ve said something sooner,” you say, your voice quieter now, more vulnerable than you meant it to be. “You and I…we always had this thing, Rob. You know that, right? What happened between us years ago, might’ve been just sex to you at the time, but it wasn’t just sex to me, I fell in love with you.”

When you two were teens, you were fully best friends with benefits. It just happened one night at a house party, and then it never stopped. The two of you thought it wouldn’t hurt to fool around, but in the end, the both of you were broken and never really the same.

“But then things got messy. I met Luke, and we stopped messing around, and our relationship changed. I didn’t know what to think when we started drifting. You were never around when I needed you. So because of that I never knew how to bring up my relationship with Luke, never mind our engagement! So I just…let it go.”

“I know,” he responds, his gaze steady now. “I’m sorry. I thought if I stayed away, it would be easier for you, for both of us. But I was wrong, I know that now.”

You take a deep breath, the weight of it all hanging between you. A thousand memories flood your mind—the late-night talks, the stolen kisses, the times we’re you’d sneak out to his car and go between talking and fucking for hours, the times you used to laugh together, not thinking about anything but each other.

And Luke…the guy who had always been safe, always steady, but never this. Never the intensity that you shared with Rob.

“I don’t know what to do with all this, Rob,” you say, a shaky exhale escaping your lips. “I love Luke, but…God, I’ve never been able to shake the way you me feel. I never could. But I also couldn’t wait around for you to get your shit together and be with me. I had to move on.”

Rob’s gaze softens, his hand reaching across the table, fingers brushing against yours. It’s a touch that feels so familiar, but at the same time, too much. Too raw. The air between you two seems to crackle with something unspoken, something both terrifying and beautiful.

“I know, love. I know. You don’t have to think about me, or Luke, or anything right now,” he says, his voice cracking a little bit with emotion. “I just…I had to tell you how I feel. I couldn’t keep pretending like I’m okay with just being your best friend. Not when I’m in love with you.”

You thought you physically felt your heart and soul leave your body. His words echo in your mind, but you’re too afraid to say the same thing back to him out loud.

The realisation hits you, sharp and painful. You had always known, or at least you think you knew. Deep down, you had always know what was between you, but fear, timing, and life had always kept you from facing it. Now, it’s all on the table, and you have to make a choice.

Or at least think about making a choice.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Rob. I can’t hurt you. It’d kill me,” you murmur, looking down at the table, the weight of his confession pressing down on you. “But I also don’t want to keep pretending this doesn’t matter.”

Rob exhales slowly, his thumb gently tracing the back of your hand. “I know. I never wanted to put you in that position. But I also don’t want to keep pretending that everything’s okay when it’s not. We can’t go on like this, acting like it’s just friendship.”

You raise your eyes to meet his. His face is unreadable, a mix of vulnerability and resolve. But in his eyes, you see it—the same thing you’ve always seen; raw, unfiltered love. The kind of love that’s always been there, lurking beneath the surface.

You hesitate, heart racing, as you think about everything you’ve built with Luke. But the truth is, you’ve never been able to stop thinking about Rob. Not really. Not in the way you think about Luke, who feels like a safe and predictable future.

With Rob, it’s always been about the intensity, the passion, the unspoken connection that runs deeper than anything else you’ve ever experienced.

“I don’t know what to do,” you whisper, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. “I don’t want to lose Luke, but…I don’t know if I can keep ignoring how I feel about you. I never could.”

A gentle smile tugs at Rob’s lips, but it’s bittersweet. “You don’t have to make any decisions now. We’ve got time. Just…don’t forget that I’ve always been here. And I always will be. Even if I’m not the one you choose, I’m still your best friend, and you’re still mine. That won’t ever change.”

The words linger in the air, hanging between you both like a promise. Whatever happens next, you know you can’t go back. You’re standing at a crossroads, but for the first time, you’re not afraid to face it.

As you said your goodbyes and when your separate ways, you slipped on your headphones to keep you company as you walked to the bus stop.

You pressed shuffle play on the playlist you and Rob made with each other a few years ago, in your teenage years.

The song “Every Breath You Take” by The Police started playing, and in that moment you knew what your decision was.

It was Rob.

It always was Rob.

[dublinskeetz]

𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞

hello! welcome to my page, i’m a fairly new writer here on tumblr but have been a member since about 2021, and i’m excited to get to write about the things i love, so welcome ‪♡

rules!

i will not write any form of smut, i just don’t feel comfortable and will probably not be good at it lol

i do not write for any character or person that is underage

i do will not and do not condone any writing of things like SA, kidnapping, murder, etc. basically anything that’s wrong and rlly weird to read/write.

who i will write for:

f1:

daniel ricc

charles leclerc

lando norris

oscar piastri

carlos sainz

and more!

inhaler:

all members!

requests are open! i’m very open to requests as long as they are within my rules lol so thank u!! ‪♡ i will also do smaus so pls req those as well!! thank u!!

[pollyypocket]

𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : bobby skeetz x fem!reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Your brother is Ryan Mcmahon, drummer of the upcoming band Inhaler. What happens when you sneak around with the Irish bassist…

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : cigarettes and alcohol (oasis).

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

I was awoken to a knock at my bedroom door. Not long after the knock appeared my brother Ryan.

“Get up, we need to leave soon.”

“Do i have to come with you?”

“Yes. You promised me last week that you’d come to the show”

“That was last week. I’ve changed my mind”

“No. You’re coming”

And with that Ryan closed my door in annoyance which led me to groan knowing i had to stick to my word of leaving the house tonight.

It wasn’t long before i hopped in the shower getting ready for the day. Frank Ocean blasted through the speaker on the counter as i washed my hair. When all of a sudden i got a text message. I turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around my body checking my phone to see who interrupted me.

Bobby - Bobert 🤘

You - Y/N🖕

Bobert 🤘

You coming to the gig tonite? x

Y/N 🖕

Unfortunately. I promised Ryan i’d come to this one x

Bobert 🤘

Um excuse me this isn’t an unfortunately moment. x

Y/N 🖕

It is when i’m gonna be stuck with 4 boys and one of them tries to convince others to play bird bingo for an hour. x

Bobert 🤘

I wonder who that could be cause it isn’t me. Maybe Josh? We should really have a word with him about that cause that’s out of order x

Y/N 🖕

Whatever helps you sleep at night babes x

Bobert 🤘

Babes? Okay Babes. Let’s have a talk Babes. x

Y/N 🖕

Bye. Gotta get ready see you soon. x

Bobert 🤘

See you soon babes x

I didn’t realise I was smiling at my phone until the last message. I’d say Bobby and I have a close relationship. I’ve known him for a while and i’ve always had a crush on him. I mean who couldn’t. He’s 6ft with a mullet and plays bass in a band. And also my brother’s bestfriend and bandmate but we all have a secrets don’t we. I walked into my bedroom and shut my phone throwing it onto my bed getting ready for the night ahead of me. I threw on a black midi dress that flowed in the wind at the bottom and paired with my fur jacket, black boots and black bag and topped it off with jewellery. I then started applying the finishing touches to my makeup before Ryan called up saying that we are leaving in 5. I opened my bag and threw in my packet of cigarettes, a small bottle of alcohol, charger, lip liner and lip stick and other necessities i’ll need for the night before quickly making my way downstairs.

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y/nusername : dressing up > down

📷 : ryanmcmahon_15

ryanmcmahon_15 : finally got photo credits for once.

➥ y/nusername : be grateful

user : where is the jacket from?

➥ y/nusername : it’s thrifted x

bobbyskeetz : this jacket looks like a bird meaning you have to bird bingo.

➥ y/nusername : … can i not get a nice compliment without it including birds.

➥ bobbyskeetz : no sorry xxxxx

bobbyskeetz : 😫🖕

➥ y/nusername : no. damage is already done 💔

user : UR HOT.

➥ bobbyskeetz : thanks x

➥ y/nusername : fuck off.

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We arrived at the venue and entered through the back door. There were a group already queuing even though it was only 2pm. It was so crazy to me how people would spend their whole day waiting in a queue for a show that will only go on for a few hours (i am guilty of this). They all screamed when they saw Ryan enter the venue which i still need to get used to. We get led into the green room which was already filled with the other 3 irish lads.

It wasn’t long before Ryan announced our presence ‘Hey! We made it’

‘Hey guys!’ Eli stood up and started hugging the both of us followed Josh and Bobby.

Bobby’s hug lasted a little longer than i wanted it to but at the same time i could stay with him forever. He’s such an easy person to be around. You could either talk for hours upon hours about random ass shit. You could tell him about girl drama and he would make small comments like ‘She’s a Bitch’ or You could both sit in the same room together in comfortable silence. You’ve never gotten on with anyone so well in your life. It was relaxing to know that someone understood you in that way.

‘We have soundcheck in about 2 hours so if anyone’s up for a round of bird-‘

‘Bobby… Don’t even mention the words Bird or Bingo today please’ He just laughed at my comment sitting down on the velvet couch placed in the middle of the room. He patted the seat next to him inviting me to sit down beside him which is happily accepted. The other boys were talking about god knows what when suddenly Bobby leaned over and spoke so only I could hear ‘Are you looking forward for tonight… babes’ I lightly slapped his arm telling him to behave. ‘You know i really was up for it until i remembered you were in the band again. What happened to them finding a new bass player?’ ‘You should be grateful i’m stuck to bass, I was gonna be the lead’ ‘Now you say it i am grateful you’d do anything but sing.’

‘Hey guys are going to go get food you coming with?’ Josh stood up and asked the both of us

‘No we’re good’ I looked at Bobby because i was really hungry and wanted food but i knew if id asked ryan he’d get me something ‘I’ll stay here, Can you get me something Ryan?’ ‘Yeah course, be back in an hour’

And with that the other boys left and it was just Bobby and I. Earlier I mentioned how it was always a comfortable silence with Bobby however this silence felt different. It felt like there was something needed to be said or something needing to happen. And I feel like he sensed the same. He looked over at me opening his mouth like he was going to say something. That was until I looked over in his direction. He shut his mouth and looked the other way scratching the back of his neck. Strange.

We sat on our phones for about 5 minutes until I broke the silence.

‘Bird bingo?’ ‘I thought you’d never ask!’ I rolled my eyes but there was really nothing else to do.

Both of us sat either side of the small coffee table places on the floor as he set up the game. I sat opposite him waiting for him to finish. ‘Let’s make this game different’ He looked up and hummed in response confused. ‘Let’s do some forfeits, everytime one of us loose a round we do something the other person wants’ in reply he just smirked at me laughing a bit. ‘Don’t smirk at me Robert I’m winning’ ‘We’ll see’

With that the first round started. It started off with shots being taken to us telling eachother random secrets and doing a small Q&A. It didn’t take long for it to get more heated and serious. ‘Next one i win…’ he lent in a bit till i could feel his breath. ‘We kiss’. ‘Okay’ i just smiled not knowing what else to say in response. I really wanted to but Ryan would be so pissed off if he knew.

And he won that round. That’s how it all started a silly game of bird bingo. That night when no one else was around we couldn’t keep our hands off of eachother sharing kisses whenever we could and having small makeout sessions in secret places. The boys were performing on stage and Bobby couldn’t take his eyes off of me when all of a sudden ‘Who’s your money on (plastic house)’ started playing.

‘Who’s your money on Dublin?’ Eli announced to the crowd as they started yelling out names of the band. I looked over at Bobby and i saw him mouth to me ‘Who’s your money on??’ I yelled ‘BOBBY!’ which caused him to laugh and walk towards Ryan at the back who was playing the drums. I took my phone out and started recording them for a little bit of the ending since this was one of my favourite Inhaler songs. It wasn’t long until the show ended and i was making my way back towards the green room when all of a sudden i got pulled through a door outside by the tour buses. Bobby stood there with the same look on his face he’s had all night pulling out a cigarette lighting it and then holding it out to me. ‘I don’t want this to be a one night thing’ he said taking a puff and blowing it out making deep eye contact with me. ‘Neither’ I said taking the cigarette back into my lips this time he was holding it which led him to pull me against him as we smoked together. We both stood in silence until it was stumped out sharing a quick kiss which tasted nicotine before heading back inside before the fans started coming out or even one of the others.

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y/nusername : who the feck are inhaler? (and if anyone can tell me who this man is staring at me lmk so i can block him xx)

user : who are inhaler?

➥ y/nusername : idk. u tell me x

bobbyskeetz : that might be me? i’m not sure though. just a thought.

➥ y/nusername : yeah it doesn’t look like you x

user : damn 2 pics of bobby we are being fed.

➥ user : and im eating them all up

elijahhewson : the best band ever

➥ y/nusername : dream on.

graciebrns : my wife

➥ bobbyskeetz : back off shes mine.

➥ y/nusername : bobby.

➥ ryanmcmahon_15 : what.

➥ bobbyskeetz : oops.

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Now here we are. Bobby and I secretly dating. Ever since that night we’ve been inseparable. Ryan has been questioning why i’ve wanted to come to the shows so much now recently or why i always want to be around him and boys but he couldn’t know. You recently moved into your own apartment in Dublin still close enough to Ryan but also further enough to feel like you have your own space. Bobby has been round all the time even sleeping over. We’ve had a few close calls but now it’s just our little secret.

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Author : This one is a little bit better but still bad. Gimme prompts 🙏🙏 (with anyone, if ik who they r) - Matilda xx

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Rhinestone Eyes

Josh Jenkinson x fem!Albarn!reader

Summary: getting spilled beer over her at one of her dad's concerts isn't half as bad when the guy is cute.

Warnings: fluff, language

Wordcount: 1.2k

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She’d abandoned the spot reserved for her behind the stage years ago at the age of 16 as she took notice of the fun the crowd had at every Gorillaz concert. Wanting to be part of it and feel less left out, hiding behind bodies and watching her father from the best spot there was, she found herself there 6 years later.

Damon was walking around the stage, interacting with the crowd and pulling them into the story he was telling them through songs as if it was a secret he couldn’t keep any longer. The animations behind him supporting his words, showing the characters he had built years ago.

At the beginning they were just characters to support his words and songs, though very quickly they turned into bedtime stories specifically for her.

Singing with the crowd almost every night when she could attend a few shows in a row, she was used to the bumping of bodies and the occasional ‘sorry’ as someone stepped on her foot. Though none of those were ever as sincere or apologetic as when a guy accidentally spilled part of his beer on the front of her shirt.

“Shit,” he mumbled, turning to her, staring at the mess he’d made. “I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to.” Screaming over the music for her to understand him clearly.

“It’s all good, don’t worry about it,” she waved him off, ready to see him turn around again and continuing watching the band while she was off to the toilette to wash it out.

Instead, he stayed turned towards her, seeming like he was thinking about what to do next. So she was the first to walk away, out of the arena and into the halls. Following the signs to where the toilettes were supposed to be.

Rapid footsteps followed her out, only slowing down when he was walking next to her. Hands stuffed in his pockets, eyes slightly shut as they adjusted to the brighter light outside.

“I’m really sorry, OK?” he said once more as she didn’t react to his presence.

“I already said it’s alright, you can go back now.” It sounded harsher than she intended and at the bright blush creeping up his neck, she could see that he took it harsher than she hoped. “I don’t want to ruin your night, you were obviously enjoying yourself.”

“Well, I think it’s only fair now that I’ve ruined your night already. Concerts can be expensive these days.”

They stopped walking as soon as they stood in front of the female bathroom.

“That’s true, also the reason why you should go back. I’ve seen them before enough times, I won’t miss out on anything.” Pushing the door open, she left him standing outside.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she only now realized how hard she made it for him to feel better, because he clearly felt bad about it. Squeezing her eyes shut and letting out a harsh breath, she pulled the shirt over her head and began running it under the water. It wasn’t the best way to deal with it, but it seemed like the only way. She could easily walk the few meters backstage with a wet shirt on. The black fabric not making it obvious unless someone would touch it.

Stepping outside again, the wet fabric now clinging to her skin, she cursed herself for ever leaving the backstage area. Though, just as she was about to turn in the right direction, a cough from her left side took her off guard.

The guy from before still leaned against the wall, supposedly waiting for her until she was finished up inside. A bag now hanging down from in between his fingers.

“You’re still here.” Crossing her hands over her chest she fully turned to him now.

A shy, slightly embarrassed smile graced his lips as he looked at the bag dangling in front of his feet.

“Uhm, yeah.” Scratching the back of his neck, he held the bag out towards her. “Thought it might be uncomfortable in the shirt now. It’s the least I could do.”

Taking the bag from him, she pulled out an oversized band shirt from the merch stands inside the venue. All four characters were printed on the front with the ‘Gorillaz’ spray painted logo and all the tour dates on the back. Laughing at the purchase, she excused herself once more to change her attire.

“How does it look?” she asked, walking out, the drenched shirt now crumpled up in her hand. Doing a little spin to let him see it in it’s full glory.

“Amazing, now you absolutely scream fan girl.”

Laughing together they listened to the music booming from inside.

“You wanna go back inside?” he asked, pointing back to where they originally came from.

“Nah, it’s almost over so it’s not worth it.”

Nodding in understanding, they stood in awkward silence until she remembered why she was there in the first place. Glancing back at him, he was staring at the floor beneath his shoes. Almost like he wanted to see through them and see his bones. Like an X-ray.

“What’s your name again?”

“Uh, Josh.” Taking a hold of her outstretched hand, he shook it in greeting. The tension slowly dissolving between their fingers. “Yours?”

Introducing herself, she took her hand back towards her side. Continuing her attempt at small talk.

“How long have you been a fan?”

“Pretty long actually, grew up listening to them and just never stopped I guess. I mean they make great music. What about you?”

“Yeah, also grew up with them. My dad’s very invested in their music so it was always all around the house.”

They started walking further towards the back of the venue. Back to where she had to be when the concert ended.

“Do I know you from somewhere?”

It was a risky play, she knew that. But seeing the genuine interest in his eyes calmed her nerves as they came closer to the door labelled: ‘Backstage. Unauthorized entry prohibited.’

“I’m in a band: Inhaler. We’re from here; Dublin.”

“Yeah, I think I’ve seen you at some festival before or sum.”

“Possibly. We play quite a lot of shows, whenever we can actually.”

“That’s cool. Taking all that time for the fans and all.”

“In the end they’re the ones making it possible for us to make music. It would be egoistical if we only played a few shows a year.”

“Yeah, well Josh. Thank you for the new shirt and the company.” She stopped walking a few feet away from the backstage entrance. Turning to him and smiling as she saw the shy look in his eyes.

“No worries, it’s fair play.”

“Maybe I’ll see you at another concert someday?”

“Hopefully.”

Before she could slip away fully from his sight, she sent him a small wave and ‘bye’. Receiving the same in return.

Leaning against the door and breathing out deeply once more, Damon was already waiting for her behind the door.

“Nice shirt.” A smirk covering his face as he looked down on his own band printed on it.

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Brooklyn Baby

Josh Jenkinson x fem!oc synopsis: fem!oc is behind the scenes of an inhaler interview when Josh reveals their relationship to the public.

words: 300

a/n: this is a short blurb, a silly idea I had. I'm manifesting

Lights are set up, flashing the boys in the already bright room. A camera is set up on a tripod, capturing the best shot of the Irish lads for the interview. Dylan sits in the back of the cameras, watching a team of professionals bombard her boyfriend and his band with silly questions. Josh sits on the couch with Elijah, the other two lads taking a break from all the talking. “Favorite Lana Del Rey song?” Josh repeats the question. He moves the small handheld mic to Eli, “The one she did with A$AP maybe?” His hands casually brush through his greasy hair. Josh nods at his mate's answer. “My girlfriend is always listening to Brooklyn Baby, so maybe that?” He says nonchalantly. 

Dylan quietly gasps at his response, catching his attention. They share a smile—her heartwarming at his thoughtfulness. She and Josh were never public with their relationship of six months. Both choose to remain private, only the people closest to them know about their love, and that’s all that matters. The room looks shocked at the public outing of his relationship. Josh never meant to out the relationship, but the words felt so right coming out, “his girlfriend.” He loves her wholeheartedly and wants to shout it from the rooftops. Plus, most fans were too concerned with the romantic doings of his other two mates to care. 

Dylan smiles throughout the rest of the interview, it quickly wraps up and the interviewers pack up their equipment. Josh gets off the couch and approaches his girlfriend. “If you want, we can edit out the part about your girlfriend?” The interviewer asks, being conscious of the private relationship. Josh looks at his girlfriend, wrapping his arm around her waist. “No, that’s okay. Leave it in.” Josh reassures them. Dylan snakes her arms around his neck, kissing him on the cheek. “You’re the sweetest,” She says with a smile.