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ngl i giggled when in the warnings of the new danny fic chapter said “sam”

I couldn’t help myself! 😂 I’m glad you got a good chuckle out of it 🤭

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Come Back For Me : Chapter Ten

Danny Wagner x Melody (FemOC)

Warnings: Angst, anxiety, arguing, reminiscing, alcohol mentions (she's working) Sam, but also Iris that sweet angel.

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: Mel is going through the ringer with emotions regarding Daniel.

Author's Note: you know what... what the hell, double post this week. Hard to believe we're ten chapters deep already and we're about to be in the thick of it!!

I Knew It, I Know You - Gracie Abrams

"I swear to god, I haven't thought of you in ages,

I've lived a lot, I've loved and lost, I've let the rain in."

Okay, so we all make mistakes sometimes..right? But was it really a mistake? The question I keep asking myself. I can’t even blame it on alcohol since I was entirely sober. 

It felt like nothing had happened between us; everything felt comfortable and normal. Getting to be wrapped up in his arms again. Hearing him call me baby again. I missed that. I don’t know what it was about the way I woke up, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how I couldn’t be doing that type of thing. 

It would be selfish of me to assume he wants to become a dad of any sort– let alone when we still haven’t even had a conversation about what happened before. Something in me just tells me that he wouldn’t want to take on such a responsibility, and I can’t blame him. I love my daughter, but I wasn’t really looking to become a mother when I did. 

Then, the situation with Sam– don’t get me started. I can’t believe the way he blatantly ignored me. I never did anything to him; arguably, we were good friends before Daniel and I broke up. I don’t think I could have a mature conversation with him about it yet. 

Unfortunately, I didn’t really know how to handle either of the situations, so I just.. haven’t. I feel bad not really saying much to Daniel, when we finally just got to a place where we felt like friends again. But, everything just became so overwhelming and I didn’t know what to say. So, I’ve been less responsive for a couple of days. 

Daniel: I’m still sorry about Sam 

Ignore. 

Daniel: are you okay?

Ignore. 

Daniel: Can we talk about this? Please? 

Ignore. 

I’d be lying if I said I had completely moved on from him. I’d probably still be lying if I said I was even a little moved on. I tried for so long to get over the relationship, but the way things ended, a lot of questions were unanswered– closure was to be desired. But after we broke up, I couldn’t stand to even think about him, to the degree of just staying in Boston full time.

The only reason I moved back was to be with my dad. I would have found a way to afford to live there, but I couldn’t bear to let my dad live alone after my mom passed. I knew in the back of my mind that I would probably run into Daniel at some point. I supposed I never expected it to happen this quickly. Nor did I expect things to escalate the way that they did. 

I can’t say that I’m shocked that I fell right back into his arms the way that I did, or his bed for that matter. I had thought about it a million times in the years we’ve spent apart, mostly reluctantly. The thought of getting just to feel loved by him again– something I was convinced I would never have as an adult. But the way it was like those years apart never happened. 

He was always so good to me; he was nothing shy of the other night. Making me feel like the most important person in the world and being so sweet and taking care of me. So gently keeping us tangled together as we slept, his arms holding me close. His body was so warm and comforting, I could have stayed– 

‘Mom,’ Iris taps my arm as I’m getting ready. ‘You have to go to work today?’ 

I make an exaggerated sad face at her, ‘Yes, baby.’ 

‘Can we play first?’ She asks, and those big ol’ puppy dog eyes staring up at me– I can’t say no. 

When Iris says that she wants me to play, she really means having me in the general area while she plays. I have raised a true only child. She just likes it when I’m nearby, but I almost always play whatever game she’s concocted wrong. 

I sit with her in the living room for a little bit, listening to the little sounds she’s making as she plays with her dolls. Feeling my phone vibrate under my leg.

Daniel: Do you need a ride to work today?

Me: No, I’m okay. Thank you, though.

‘Who?’ Iris asks, pointing at my phone. I guess I never really talk to a ton of people, so she’s probably a bit confused about who’s texting me if Grandpa is home. 

Trying to think of how to explain him, ‘The tall man who had the same hair as you.’

‘Is he nice?’ She asks me. Oh no, here we go. 

I nod my head, ‘Yes, he’s very nice.’ I’m not going to let my emotions get in the way; she doesn’t know anything about him, and to be honest, he is nice. 

‘Can he come play with me one day?’ 

‘Maybe,’ I start to tell her. ‘If you ask him, he would say yes.’ My heart flutters at the thought of the two of them playing together. I always thought that maybe someday we would have kids, and I would get to watch him be the best dad. I dreamt of it for so long. Even being as young as we were, we would daydream together about our future together. God, she would love him, too. 

“Who is she asking about?” my dad’s voice startles me. 

My hand over my heart when I turn around to see him in the doorway. Reluctantly telling him, “Um.. Daniel.”

His eyebrows pop up, “The one you dated?”

“Mhmm.”

“When did she see him?” he asks, folding his arms over his chest.  

Why is it the worst game of twenty questions today?

I sigh, swinging my legs around to face him. “I had to stop by the bar; he works there too. So, as we were leaving, he walked in, and I introduced them.”

“I always liked him, y’know,” he mutters quietly. “Good kid.” 

‘Come here, baby,’ he signs to Iris. Picking her up as she gets closer, kissing her cheek a few times, making her giggle. He looks over to me, “It’s nice out today, so I think I’m gonna take this little nugget to the park for a bit. I’ll make sure we’re back before you need to leave so you can have the car.” 

“Thank you,” I let out a sigh. 

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Coming into work tonight was a little daunting, but so far, everything has been pretty smooth. Thankfully, the bar was busy enough to keep me distracted for the first hour or so, and then there was that lull.. That godforsaken lull around 8:00 pm. 

I can feel him walking toward me, but I keep wiping down the end of the bar, focusing on the bartop fully because I don’t want to have this conversation here. 

“Hey,” Daniel asks, his voice alone seeming uncomfortable.  “Are we good?” 

“I don’t know,” I respond, matter of factly. 

All he says is, “Oh.” 

“Yeah,” I mumbled. I knew it would eventually come up, but I didn’t think he would try to bring it up during work. “I don’t really wanna do this here.” We both stood there for a minute. The tension between us could be cut with a plastic baby spoon. 

“Mel!” Jake’s voice was loud enough to make my head whip around. Quietly asking, “Can you come here for a second?” 

Glancing over at Daniel, mumbling, “Sorry.” 

“Are you okay?” Jake asks under his breath once I’m next to him.   

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I tell him. “What did you need?” 

His eyebrows pulled together slightly when he said, “You looked a little uncomfortable, is all.” 

“Oh..” I whisper. Crazy that he could tell, but Daniel couldn’t.  “Um, thank you.” 

“Of course,” he gives me one of those tight-lipped smiles like he knows something is wrong, but he isn’t saying it.  “If you want to mix a few drinks to stay busy, I can grab an order for you.”

I breathe out, “That’d be perfect.”

Letting my brain zone out on mixing drinks while Jake explains what to do if I get confused. I never thought this would be a job that I’d enjoy so much, but I definitely like the peace that you get once you’re just dumping alcohol into the glass. Even if it’s only for a minute, that little break in between conversations is terrific. 

“Perfect,” Jake mutters, grabbing the few drinks from me. “I’ll go get some more orders that you can mix for me.” He runs off to deliver the drinks, and naturally, because I am just standing behind the bar waiting, it simply cannot be peaceful. 

I watch him clock Jake wandering through the bar and then walk toward me. Come on, for the love of god. His voice still sounds timid when he asks, “Did I do something wrong or..?”

“Daniel, not right now,” I breathe out, knowing I definitely sound annoyed. Taking a deeper breath as we stared at each other, I could see the hope depleting from his eyes the longer we stood here. 

Jake, rounding the corner to the bar, quietly waves a slip of paper around and sets it on the counter behind me. Looking back to Daniel, I mumble, “I have to–” gesturing to Jake, who’s waiting for me to start working on drinks. 

“Oh, right..” quietly leaves his mouth as I’m turning away from him. 

Why is he making this more complicated?

As I’m running around collecting empty glasses and cans from different tables, I see Sam talking to Daniel off to the side. I can feel them looking over at me. Just ignore them; they could be looking at anybody in this general direction. I try to keep my focus on work and not to drop any glasses as I collect them. 

“You can’t be shocked she won’t talk to you,” Sam says to him, loud enough that there’s no way he wasn’t trying to make sure that I heard him. “She wouldn’t talk to you before either.” 

It felt like someone knocked the wind out of me when I heard it. What does he mean? I know my face showed how I felt about that comment, whether I said anything out loud or not, and I’m almost positive that Daniel caught it. Of course, I didn’t talk to him after we broke up; he didn’t deserve it.  

That comment alone tells me all that I need to know when it comes to Sam. He clearly has decided to just fully take Daniel’s side, which I can’t be all that surprised by since they’re best friends, but I really had hoped that Daniel would have been able to explain things to him in a way that would keep the peace. Apparently, that’s too much to ask for. 

Something must be in the bar’s air tonight, because before I get a chance to talk to Jake about making more drinks again, Daniel’s already on his way to the bar. 

“Hey, so-“ his voice gets my attention, and by the look on his face, he definitely knew I heard Sam. 

I spit out, “No.” When is he going to grasp the fact that I don’t want to do this at work?  

“Melody, please,” he pleads further, regardless of how many times I’ve said no to him tonight. 

Unintentionally, I slam a glass down on the bar, barking out, probably a bit louder than I should have,  “Fine, you want to do this right now? Let’s fucking do it.” 

“You can step out,” Jake leans over, his hand holding my arm as he whispers, “Please.” 

“Sorry,” I immediately spit out as I look over at him. “I’ll make it quick.” 

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“What happened?” he asks as the door shuts behind him, his voice genuinely worried. “I thought you were okay with what happened.” 

“I was,” I breathe out, hesitating even to say what the reason was. “But then I just..”

“Tell me.”

“I’m a mother, Daniel,” I say, locking eyes with him. “I can’t just be fucking around like that. She needs me.” 

The subtle panic on his face when he says, “I wouldn’t have-“ Fuck. 

“No, it’s not your fault,” the guilt in my voice, knowing he thinks he made me do it.  “I shouldn’t have told you to bring me there.” 

“I-” he starts. 

“I’m not done,” I cut him off. The anger starts to bubble up as his voice plays in my head. “Why the fuck is Sam saying anything about me?” 

He hesitates but starts to say, “He asked why we were together that morning, and I just..”

“Well, what did you tell him?” I ask, instantly regretting that question, waving my hands in front of me. “Actually, no. I don’t want to know.”

“I didn’t say much about it, Melody,” His voice was quiet, and then saying the literal worst thing that he could. “Please, calm down.”

Immediately snapping at him, my voice harsh when I bark out, “No? Sam has no room to fucking talk about whatever happened between us. He didn’t attempt to talk to me after, so he doesn’t get to say shit.” 

“Well, you blocked me.. so I couldn’t talk to you..” His eyes dart down, almost as if he doesn’t want to piss me off more but needs to say something. “I think that’s all he meant.”

“You know what, I don’t care what he meant,” I snap back, feeling the tears start to form, but I can’t let myself cry over Sam, of all things.  

There’s an uncomfortable silence between us as I try to gather myself. I can just feel his eyes on me the entire time. I wish he would stare anywhere else. 

He whispers, “Melody, I’m sorry.” 

He means it. The subtle pain in his voice as he says it, I can feel that he actually feels bad. 

“Me too,” I whisper back, almost laughing while I try to carefully blot the tears out of my eyes. “This is stupid.” 

He quietly chuckles with me before saying, “We can just.. be friends?” His voice was hesitant. “I don’t want to lose you a second time, Mel.” 

The pain in my chest when he says it, I just breathe out, “Oh, I don’t know..” 

“We were just friends before?” 

He isn’t wrong. We were friends for a while before either of us caved and started showing any level of interest in each other. I tell him, “Okay.. true.”

“I promise- just friends,” he says, a little smile growing on his face. “Can I hug you? I feel terrible.” 

“Okay,” I quietly laugh. He pulls me into a hug, which I don’t know if it made me feel better or worse. I let out, “I can do that.”

 I hope. 

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Come Back For Me : Chapter Nine

Danny Wagner x Melody (Fem OC)

Warnings: super vague mentions of sex, fluff, yearning, dreaming, angst, slight anxiety.

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: The morning after and Daniel's living in a dream.

Author's Note: Now, I know you probably looked at that word count and scoffed, but I PROMISE there's good reason for it.

I Can't Let My Lover Go - The Jins "Funny how things seem to change, and I'll change everything. Gonna show you just how I really am."

Laying in bed with her, getting to hold her as the sun comes up. I kept waking up and drifting off through the early morning. The warmth of her body pressed into mine, and the smell of her shampoo still lingered in her curls. How did I go so long without her? 

Fighting every urge just to pepper kisses across her skin as we lie here. Still in disbelief that she wanted to come here last night. Even if it were literally just to sleep over, I don’t think that I would have believed you, not even a few weeks ago. I would have denied ever letting that happen because why would I do that to myself? 

But the look in her eyes when she asked if we could come here first, I knew I couldn’t say no. And, dear lord, was it worth it. I don’t think I’ve slept with anyone else who makes sex feel that good. The way she still somehow trusts me enough just to throw her around basically– I don’t know what I did to deserve her presence in my life. 

My eyes feel heavy, and my breathing slows as I start to drift off, but the smirk is still plastered on my face.  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

“Happy Birthday,” she whispers, cracking open my bedroom door. 

“Aww, thank you,” I softly laugh, reaching my arms out to her as she walks in, muttering, “Come here.” 

She crawls onto my bed, curling up next to me. Her arms wrap around me, squeezing me tightly. 

I ask, “You’re alone this time?” 

“Yeah, about that,” she says, sitting up to look at me. “Sam will be here in a little bit, but I just wanted to spend some time with you alone first.” 

My eyebrow pops up as she tells me, and I can’t help but question why, “Oh?” 

“Well.. um..” she hesitates, fighting a smile. “I don’t want to say it.”

“Melody, tell me!” 

“No, I can’t!” 

“Mel, PLEASE,” I whine. “You can’t keep secrets from me on my birthday!” 

Her hands grab either side of my face and pull herself in. Her lips landed on mine, and we finally kissed for the first time. The kiss was nothing more than a long peck, but we sat there in silence for a minute after. 

“.. That’s why,” she whispers. 

Leaning in and kissing her again, both of us were less nervous this time. All I could do was whisper back, “Well, we should take advantage of the time we have then.” 

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Her readjusting wakes me back up for a minute, pushing herself back into me. I wait for her to settle and fall back to sleep before I tuck my face into her. Breathing her in as she sleeps, she’s the most peace I’ve had in a long time. I can feel myself drifting as the warmth from her and the comforter envelopes me. 

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“Mel, you look..” I let out. Our homecoming dance was the first time we really had to dress up around each other. Melody was not the most girly, generally speaking. She didn’t really wear a ton of makeup, and most of the time, her hair was tied up into a bun on the top of her head, with just a few curls sneaking out to frame her face. She was effortlessly pretty, though– it didn’t matter what she wore. 

Her face cringes a little as she looks down at her dress, “It’s weird, I know.” 

“No, no, you’re …beautiful,” I tell her, holding my hands out to grab hers. 

“Oh,” she squeaks out, taking my hands and quietly saying, “Thank you.”

In a flash, her arms slung around my shoulders as we swayed to another slow song. Unlike a lot of other couples, she wasn’t lying against me. Just talking and laughing as we slowly did the smallest circles, listening to some cheesy love song. I watch the look on her face change as she looks off to the side where the bleachers are. 

The sight of Sam sitting there alone, just staring at the floor, surrounded by other rogue students who came without a date. Looking around, I see the girl he came with dancing with someone else, and my teeth clench because how can you do that to him? 

“Aw, buddy,” she lets out quietly before looking back up at me. 

Shaking my head a few times, “I can’t believe she’d do that.” 

“Honestly, that’s so fucked up,” she breathes out. 

And then it hits me, leaning in and kissing her cheek before telling her,  “Hang on a second.”

Quickly walking over and sitting next to him, quietly asking, “Everything okay?”

He looks over at me, a disgruntled expression on his face, saying, “Not really, but it’s fine.” 

“Well,” I start. “I need to pee, so do you mind hanging out with Mel for a minute?”

He lets out a deep sigh but stands up, “Sure.” 

“Thanks, buddy,” I tell him, patting his back a few times before starting to walk off. 

I never did go to the bathroom. I just lingered by the doors where I knew he wouldn’t really notice me, but I could see just enough. And my plan fell into place. 

Watching as he slowly mopes over to Mel, but her being the way she is, she immediately gives him a hug when he gets to her. Rubbing his arms after he pulls back from the hug, her arms reach up, resting on his shoulders, but her hands linked behind his neck. He nervously lets his hands rest on her ribcage, which I’m sure he was just worried to touch any lower because she was my girlfriend.  

They slowly swayed together, and every time they would turn to where I could make out his face, he seemed less and less upset. As the song was getting to the end, I could finally see his smile. I started walking back over, and as the song changed, I could see them dancing stupidly together, which felt more like Sam. 

“Did you fall in? Jesus,” Sam laughs out as I get closer to them. 

I just smile at him, loudly saying, “Something like that.” 

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My eyes open to the feeling of her arm moving under the pillow. I tightened my arm, which was flopped over her, tugging her back to me. Not that she got very far from me. Pressing a few kisses into the little crook of her neck and shoulder and mumbling, “Good morning.” 

Her sweet morning voice when she quietly said it back to me. My heart fluttered at the sound. I never thought this would happen. Laying in bed with her again, wrapped up in the sheets together. 

She rolls over, facing me. She reaches up, brushing some rogue curls out of my face, and then lets her hand gently trace my cheek and jaw. Her voice was quiet when she said, “I’m not trying to run out on you, but I should probably get home.” 

I chuckle to myself, “No, it’s okay. I’m sure the little one is waiting for you.”

“Probably staring out the window like a wife waiting for her husband to return from war, honestly.” Her laugh filled the room like it always had. 

I take my chances, asking, “Do you want to grab some coffee at least?” 

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“After you,” I tell her, holding the door to the coffee shop open. 

She nods dramatically, like she’s royalty, saying, “What a gentleman!” 

Both of us walk over to where the menu is hung up, staring at all the options, even though we both know she’s going to get the same thing she always does. Not that she isn’t curious about new things, but she’s most definitely a creature of habit when it comes to little things like this. 

“I’m ready whenever you are,” she quietly says, bumping into my arm gently. 

I nod toward the register, letting her order first and then quickly paying for it because it’s the least I could do, really. 

We walk closer to the door to wait for our drinks, and Mel immediately sits at the table next to it. She’s telling me what the plan is going to be for the day once she gets home. It’s been fun to hear her talk about Iris. I’m glad that she feels comfortable enough to tell me about her or answer questions that I come up with. 

I always felt like she would make a great mom, even as a teenager. She just has this aura about her, so incredibly strong—that I personally feel like she would make a great mother. But seeing her actually do it is wild, especially after she just lost her own mom within the last year. God, she’s been through too much.  

“What’s her favorite thing right now?” I ask. 

Watching as the gears are turning in her head, she says, “She actually just discovered Moana. So, I think that’s the new obsession.”

“Hey, I’m not gonna knock that option,” I laugh out. “I’ve watched it a few times, to be honest.” 

Her laughter halts when the door opens. 

“Huh,” Sam’s voice cuts through any other noise in the building. “Well, this is.. Uh.. something.” He sounds cold, almost like he’s disappointed. 

My body feels frozen in place, as if I was just caught cheating on him. I struggle to find the words to spit out, but finally, just say, “Where’s Willa?”

“I’m not about to make her leave the house before 9:00 am,” his eyes never leave mine. “I’m grabbing coffee for the two of us, so she isn’t a monster for the shoot we’re doing later.” 

“Shoot?” Mel chimes in nicely. 

He looked at her and said nothing. Looking back over to me, he said, “Well, I’ll let you two get back to whatever it is that you were doing. I’ll talk to you later, Daniel.” 

I am not excited for that conversation. I glanced over, and Mel’s entire demeanor had changed; her eyebrows pulled together slightly, and she was just fiddling with a loose string on her sweatshirt as she sat there. The baristas couldn’t have called my name fast enough, but when they did, I almost frantically grabbed them from the bar. 

“I’m sorry about him,” I mumble as I hand the coffee to her. 

She stands up, avoiding eye contact, mumbling back, “It’s fine, let’s just go.”

Fuck. 

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Chapter Eight

Chapter Ten

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I ran this poll a couple weeks ago and I've been thinking about it a lot since—

The way that high word counts seem to be a trend amongst fan fiction writing is incredible that people can pump out that much content. But the pressures placed on people trying to enter the writing space, has to be so insane because you're watching these established accounts put out astronomically long chapters. (Not to say longer chapters are a bad thing- measure with your heart, babe)

I've found it freeing to stop caring how long the chapters are to my stories and just let them be finished at whatever feels appropriate. Also amidst this pondering, I looked into how long non- fan fiction works are and the fact that a lot of YA books are under 100k..and they are written well. Made me realize that I do not need to be striving for insanely long chapters for my fic, as long as they are propelling the story towards the end goal.

All of this to say- I think we should keep writing fun and if that means keeping your updates shorter, then so be it! (And if you enjoy writing monster chapters, don’t forget to stretch those wrists, honey!)

Just a fun little poll

I'm always curious how everyone else feels when it comes to reading/writing fics!

How important is word count for you? Like do you need things to be heavy word counts? Or as long as the quality of the content is there, you don't necessarily care?

There's no wrong answers here so just be honest!

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Haven't reblogged her in a bit. I just updated a few things so, it's fresh and new lol!

If you haven't started any of these fics, just know that you're in for a very sweet treat! Alternatively, if you've been reading along with me, thank you, thank you, thank you. I hope you enjoy all of these precious babes as they are slowly being completed. 🥰

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₊⊹ The Caravel Tavern Series ⊹₊

The opening of Caravel Tavern was a dream come true for Jake. With the help of his best friends and brothers, naturally. In a small city in New England, it's rare to come across new faces. (or even run into some from the past) Follow along through the series to discover what this piratical themed bar has in store for these boys.

WARNING: This series would be considered an AU ROM-COM, with romantic themes, wholesome friendship vibes, found family, and silly goofy behavior throughout.

Trigger Warnings will be listed at the beginning of chapters if applicable. (Please reach out if you feel anything was missed and I will make sure to add it in quickly!)

Please be advised that this series will include slow burn, open-door romances, meaning there will be on-page sexual content. Mature readers only (18+)

• All of these can be read as stand alone books, but do read better as a series! They are interconnected, so you will get more details if read in order 🫶🏻 •

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Sam Kiszka x Willa (Fem OC) - Updated 02/09/2025

Enemies to Lovers | Forced Proximity | Workplace Romance

Summary: Sam unfortunately finds himself in not so meet cute with Willa. Hopeful that he doesn't cross her path again; the world works in mysterious ways and not always in your favor.

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Josh Kiszka x Quinn (Non Binary OC) Temporary Hiatus

Love At First Sight | Secret Dating | Friends to Lovers

Summary: Josh has always loved love, and he's finally found it. Buuuut, he can't exactly tell anyone. Join him as he navigates the ins and outs of his sweet, secret romance.

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Daniel Wagner x Melody (Fem OC) New Chapter every Wednesday!

High school Sweethearts | Single Mom | Rekindled Romance

Summary: They were best friends and did everything together, until the decision of college came around. Now, six years later, Melody rolls back into town, with a small surprise, giving Daniel the shock of a lifetime.

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Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (Fem OC) Completed 11/27/2024

Workplace Romance | Friends With Benefits to Lovers | He Falls First

Summary: Jake has always been a hopeless romantic, heavy on the hopeless. He's gone out with plenty of girls, but they never last. Tired of being told he's "too sweet", he tapped out on dating once he bought the bar. Just waiting for the right one to walk into the bar and steal his heart

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Anything extra that is within the world of Caravel Tavern:

Prologue ⁂ - (Jake POV) : Opening night of the bar and all the festivities that come with that.

Dueling Cameras ⁂ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) decide to make getting pumpkins into a little competition (per usual) (One Shot)

Chiaroscuro ⁂ - Josh x Quinn (Non Binary OC) attend a local film festival where Josh gets to present a short film he's directed. (One Shot)

Spooks & Cider ⁂ - Daniel x Melody (Fem OC) Back in high school, go to a Fall Festival where Melody faces her fear of the Haunted House. (One Shot)

Affirmation ⁂ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) find themselves in an oddities shop where Charlotte has her tarot cards read, whether she believes in it or not. (One Shot)

Be Naughty, Save Santa The Trip ☠ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) Sam runs late after a shoot and Willa leaves him a little surprise for when he gets back home to her. (One Shot)

Merry Everything & A Happy Always ⁂ - Josh x Quinn (Non Binary OC) have always had the tradition of baking cookies together, but Josh sets up a scavenger hunt for Quinn to bake some this time for a very special reason. (One Shot)

It's The Most Wonderful Time of Year ⁂ - Daniel x Melody (Fem OC) took on hosting Christmas dinner with everybody but unfortunately for Daniel, nothing is going smoothly. (One Shot)

White Christmas ☠ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) have a million and one things to do on Christmas Day and Charlotte is already stressed by 6 am. Thankfully, Jake knows exactly how to calm her down. (One Shot)

Succulent ☠️ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) take a little trip to Vermont for Valentine’s Day where Sam cooks up a nice dinner with a great idea for dessert. (One Shot)

Satiate ☠ - Josh x Quinn (Non Binary OC) - Quinn is sweet enough to make breakfast in bed, but also has a devious little plan for their favorite person. (One Shot)

Saccharine ⁂ ☠ - Daniel x Melody (Fem OC) spend a sweet Valentine's Day making cinnamon rolls together and then have a cozy evening away. (One Shot)

Siren ⁂ ☠️ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) get stuck at the bar on Valentine’s Day, but Jake makes sure to make it up to her after the bar closes. (One Shot)

Allure ⁂ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) it's Family Lake day and that means getting to longingly stare at Jake while he takes care of everything he can. (there is a part 2 that's linked at the end <3)

You're My Wishlist ⁂ ☠️ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) Christmas has come and Charlotte has a special present for Jake waiting at home. (One Shot)

Good For Me - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) Valentine's Day is planned out perfectly until Jake has to go into the bar for a minute and everything changes.

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Come Back For Me : Chapter Eight

Daniel Wagner x Melody (Fem OC)

Warnings: 18+ Smut (smut warnings will go last if you wanna avoid them) Fluff, flirting, slight angst, jealousy themes, Alcohol / Drinking (they're in the bar) Some cute banter, The Kiszka's.

Smut including: oral ( F receiving ) penetrative sex (protected- AS YOU SHOULD) He's a little bit of a talker, do with that what you will.

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Another night of work at the bar with passing glances, but something is in the air and find self control proves difficult..

Author's Note: heheehehe (: I think you will love and hate me for this chapter and that's all i'm going to say about that!

Bad Idea Right? - Olivia Rodrigo " "I only see him as a friend," the biggest lie I ever said, Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?"

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I don’t know entirely what happened in that hug, but it feels like all the tension between us melted away. Almost as if it was the closure from our past, as if we both needed it. Either way, everything has shifted since that night. 

The few times we’ve worked together since have been a lot smoother. Neither of us tried to dodge the other person. We actually were able to joke around comfortably. It was nice. 

It went from being able to talk at work to texting a little as well. Which has been.. oddly refreshing. It’s almost as if we’re getting to know each other all over again, but at the same time, we already know so much. 

We both avoided our past a fair amount, but it was cute when he asked about Iris. He seemed genuinely interested in the conversation when I was talking about her. She’s come up at work a fair amount, but working with Josh, it’s bound to happen. 

He truly listened when Josh and I would discuss things about her and her sign language–  more intently than I would have anticipated. But then again, it’s not often that you run into situations where you are close with someone who uses it, I suppose. 

“So, you don’t know why she’s Deaf?” 

“No, the doctors said that she probably just inherited it from somewhere.” 

“Damn, that’s rough. At least she seems happy?”

“Oh, she’s completely unbothered by it.”

It was odd to have Daniel take such interest in her, but then again, I haven’t really had many people get close enough since I had her for them to pay her any attention. Let alone ask questions about her. 

“Do you take sign language classes or just learn on your own?”

“I’ve found some resources that I use. That way, I know and can teach her. It keeps us around the same level mostly!” 

Despite what people would think, it’s honestly nice to answer questions about her. She’s the cutest best friend I have, and I love nothing more than talking about her. It’s just.. Better when I’m not starting the conversation. I’ve tried my hardest in her four years on earth not to be the person who just forces people to look at my child or listen to things about her.  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

“Ugh, thank you for this,” I spit out as soon as I open the door to his car. “She literally just went down for her nap, and I couldn’t bear to wake her up.” 

He just smiles, holding his arm over to me, “I figured you would need this after you said she’s been having a rough day.”  

I had been so frazzled I didn’t even notice the coffee in his cupholders. Taking it from him, with a slight pout on my face, as I see the writing on the side of the cup. How does he remember what I order? 

“I owe you my life,” I breathe out, taking a small sip, and the slight ‘mmm’ that follows was entirely unintentional. 

It really is a nice feeling like we’re friends again, being able just to talk and laugh together. While he so graciously drives us to work, I update him on the nightmare that was my day up until now—trying to soothe my crazy four-year-old. She didn’t have many days like today, thank the fucking lord, but it never gets easier to watch your baby have a bad day. 

I couldn’t figure out what her problem was, which led me to think she just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Genuinely just hoping she will nap and then have a better night with my dad because Grandpa’s just have a way of making their grandbabies giggle. 

After a treacherous few minutes trying to find a parking spot near the bar, walking into the bar and seeing how busy it already was– it was hard to be shocked. 

“I’ll take this for you; just go,” Danny whispers, grabbing my bag from my shoulder. Mouthing ‘thank you’ as he walks off to put it in Jake’s office for me, I find myself grabbing empty glasses on my way to the bar. 

Jake was usually pretty quick to delegate what I would be doing. It was the third weekend that I was working, so I had gotten a little more comfortable mixing drinks, but I was still slow. So, typically, he would just have me collecting orders, bringing the drinks back, and clean up when people would leave. Which I honestly appreciated that he never wanted me to get too overwhelmed and is letting me build up my confidence before having me make drinks with Josh on nights like tonight. 

Despite how busy we were, I couldn’t help but notice this one girl who kept lingering around Daniel. The way she would touch his arm when she laughed and seemed to find reasons to stop and talk to him every few minutes, even though I had served the table she was at. 

Watching her walk back over to her friends, they all immediately start giggling, every single one of them leaning forward over the table to talk to each other. They’re absolutely talking about him. There’s no way. I don’t know what comes over me as I walk past their table and accidentally bump into it. I listen to the yelps as the table shifts beneath their elbows.  

Faking a gasp and letting out, “Oops, I’m sorry, ladies! Didn’t mean to scare you.”  My smile faltered as soon as I walked off, rolling my eyes after getting a good glimpse of this girl. 

I can feel their eyes on me as I walk towards Daniel, and he’s already looking at me when I get closer. 

“How’re you holding up?” he asks. 

Blinking slowly at him, a smile creeps onto my face, “It’s kinda fun being this busy.” 

Every time he looked down at me, with the soft smirk on his face, I just wanted to– 

“It’s crazy how busy it is. I don’t think anybody anticipated business picking up as we got closer to school starting.” 

Watching as a rogue curl on his head floated around, anywhere but where it was supposed to be. Reaching up with my free hand, I move it to the side where it should be, tucking it into some other curls. And then, something else took over. I gently traced his jaw and brought my hand back to me. I could see the way his pupils dilated in that moment and the lack of words that left his mouth– I took my chance to scurry away and back to the bar. 

What the fuck am I doing? 

He seems into it. 

No, Melody. Cool it. 

“It’s nice to see you two friendly again,” Josh mutters to me as I’m putting dirty glasses into the bin. 

I let out a short laugh, “It’s hard not to when you were friends for so long before, ya know?”

“Friends.. right,” he breathes out, shooting me a wink as he turns back to the bar. 

I stand there for a second, my mind racing as I stare at the bottles of alcohol in front of me. Of course, we’re just friends. We just are comfortable with each other because we were so close for so long, that is all. I’m totally fine with that.  

Turning around and catching Daniel’s stare, his eyebrows raising as I return the look, a little smile forms on his face, and I can feel my heartbeat begin to pick up pace. Focus, Mel, focus. 

Just when I start to convince myself that I feel totally normal about him, that girl walks back up to him. I can’t take my eyes off the situation either, even when Jake asks me to pour a beer for him, which I almost overpour because all I can see is the way she keeps trying to lean into him. 

Look at him smiling at her. Not that it matters. 

“Hey, can you run this to that corner table?” Jake’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. 

Shaking my head so slightly, almost like I’m waking myself up. Letting out a quiet “Yeah, absolutely.” Knowing full well my brain is about to betray me. 

Taking the beers over to the table, Jake pointed out– I’m still getting used to how they explain the setup in here. Primarily because between the two of them, they call the tables different things. 

Setting all the drinks on the table and making sure everybody got what they ordered, I start to make my way back to the bar.. But I take the long way there. Going out of my way to walk near him, not giving a single fuck that the girl is still trying to get his attention. 

We make eye contact as I’m walking toward him, and for some reason, I feel obligated to tug my jeans up just a smidge. Feeling the way the denim is truly hugging my curves now, I notice his eyes drop just a little. My face feels a bit warm from it. 

“What time is it?” I ask him as I get closer. 

He glances at his phone, “Just after midnight.” 

It’s such a simple and short conversation, but the way he’s looking at me tells me there’s more he wants to say right now. As I’m walking by him and toward the bar, I glance over my shoulder to see him watching me. 

The night continued like that– a lot of passing glances and little comments here and there. I feel buzzed from the way he’s been staring at me the entire time. Something in his eyes felt different than usual, and I can’t say that I mind it. Shooting me a little wink that made my knees weak at one point. 

Everything feels like a blur when, all of a sudden, I’m watching Jake flip the deadbolt on the front doors. 

“Shit,” he quietly lets out. “I’m exhausted, I don’t know about you guys.” 

All of us agree collectively, but my eyes keep wandering back to Daniel. 

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“Sorry you didn’t get a lot of mixing drinks time tonight, but I appreciate you running around like a madman,” Jake tells me, his hand on the door to the stairwell. “You don’t have to worry about tomorrow. I’ll text you in the morning what days next week we can plan on.” 

“Sounds good to me,” I chirp back. 

“Have a good night, guys,”  He lets out, pulling the door open and quickly disappearing through it. 

We stood there, both of us staring at the door as it slowly latched. My head turns back to him, waiting for him to do the same. Our eyes meet. 

My arms slung around his neck faster than the speed of light. His hands held my back, pulling me into him. Our lips crashed into each other. Years of build-up in this kiss. The amount of history. My Daniel. 

It felt like a firework show inside me, with every kiss, every time his hands flexed— I didn’t want it to end. The feeling is so surreal; his kiss just feels comfortable. I don’t have to think that hard; he just knows what I want. 

“Are you ready to go home?” He asks, his voice breathless. 

“Mm,” I hum back, still kissing him. “What if-“ I start, in between kisses, “We stopped at your apartment first?”

“Really?” He questions but sounds excited. 

I breathe out, “Yes.”

It feels like a minute at most, and we’re stumbling through his apartment. Pulling me into his lap, his hands firmly holding my waist while mine found themselves tangled into his curls. 

The only noise is the quiet moan escaping from my lips as my hips shift against him. My skin floods with goosebumps as his lips trail down my neck. His hands toying with the hem of my shirt. 

“Do it,” I whispered, feeling his fingertips brush against my skin. In a matter of seconds, he’s tossing my shirt across the room. 

Leaving wet kisses all across my chest, he groans, “God, you’re so sexy, Melody.” His lips slowly move over one of my breasts, and the feeling of his hands gripping my sides sends a little jolt through me. 

I don’t know what comes over me, but before I can comprehend, I’ve shifted him enough so he can lie down. Crawling over him slightly, just enough to keep our kisses connected. His hands pulled me back down on top of him, holding onto my hips, pressing me down into him. Feeling him underneath me, fighting the urge to roll my hips against him to relieve a little bit of tension, I lost the war. 

The string of moans that fell out of my mouth just from that, I’m absolutely fucked. 

I slide my hands under his shirt and push it up until he pulls it the rest of the way off. I litter kisses down his neck and onto his chest. Casually unbuttoned his jeans as my lips left a little damp trail down his stomach, breathing heavily into him. 

“Absolutely not,” he tells me as he sits up. Pulling me back over him. He’s quick to pop the button on my jeans, tapping my hips a few times, “Slide these off.”

Nothing could have stopped me with how fast I ripped my pants down my legs. He keeps bringing me back to straddling him, running his hands down my now bare legs. Grabbing my hips and lifting me, his face now lined up with my hips. 

“May I?” His voice was so smooth; how could I ever say no? 

Breathing out, “Yes, please.” 

He pressed his lips against my clit through my panties, and I could have come right then. It’s been a while since a man touched me, alright. 

Letting his hands wander over my hips, grabbing at my ass gently, I can feel myself getting wetter every second. Sliding a finger along the outline of my cunt, even over the fabric, has me moaning. 

“So wet for me, baby,” he groans, gently pressing the fabric into me, slowly making it darker. 

My hands find the arm of the couch, gripping it as he teases me more, finally moaning, “Touch me, please.” 

Pulling my panties to the side and my hips down to his mouth in one motion, the feeling of his tongue against me sent shockwaves through my body. 

My brain turns to mush, and all I know is the waves of pleasure coursing through my body. It’s been so long since I wasn’t the only source of relief. And lord, does he know what to do. 

A slew of “oh” and “yes” come barreling out of me as I fall apart at his touch. 

The way he can just pick me up and move me to where he wants is so sexy—bringing me into his room as I’m kissing and biting at his jaw and laying me onto his bed gently, turning to his dresser, and quickly coming back over to me. 

Kicking his jeans off as he crawls over me, kneeling in between my legs. I can see that he’s already hard, but I sit up, dipping my hand into his boxers to give him a drop of relief. Staring up at him, my hand stroking down the length of him, watching as he rips open a condom. Never breaks eye contact as he slips it on. 

He pushes me back into his pillows, leaning down over me, and I can feel him at my core. Taunting me, and I’m gasping as he slowly presses into me, sliding himself all the way in. 

“Mmm,” he groans. “Baby.”

His hips slowly thrust into me like he’s really savoring every single one. Both of us are out of breath at the feeling, kissing each other desperately as his pace picks up. The sounds coming from me feel foreign. 

“Yes, baby, loud for me.” 

The way he’s talking to me makes me moan, doing precisely what he wants.

“Such a good girl,” he lets out, and I can feel another orgasm closing in on me. With every thrust, I feel myself inching closer, and I need to make him feel good. 

Moaning out, “Come with me.”  

The look in his eyes was full of excitement at my voice. 

“Right now?” he asks quietly. 

The warmth was already starting to creep through my body, yelping out, “Yes, fuck.” My legs begin to shake at the feeling, and the smirk on his face sends me reeling. 

“Let it out, baby,” he moans. “Fuck you’re so–” gasping as his orgasm hits him. His sloppy thrusts while he works through it give me enough time to come back to earth. 

We lay there in comfortable silence for a second before he props himself up on his elbows, letting his hands cup my jaw as he kisses me. The bliss was incredible. 

“I didn’t realize how much I missed you,” he says, almost like a confession. 

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The sun creeps through the blinds, softly waking me up. The warmth is keeping me a smidge too comfortable. The silence was only disturbed by the sounds of the bed sheets and his soft breaths against me. His face tucked in close to my shoulder, just barely touching me, but his arm kept me pressed against him as if our legs weren’t tangled together. 

Closing my eyes, a smile creeps onto my face at the memory of just hours ago. I’m not proud of how satisfying that sex was. Or the second round. Something about Daniel just felt so comfortable, so right. It was like nothing had changed between us, even though we had gone years without speaking; he still knew everything that I liked. 

Readjusting my arm, I feel him stirring behind me. His arm flexes around me like a strange little hug. He presses a slow kiss into the base of my neck before letting out a grumbly, “Good morning.”

My eyes go wide at the feeling, and my heart suddenly beats harder than usual. Unsure of what changed, but my brain is flying at a rapid pace. 

What am I doing? I have a child. I can’t be fucking around like this. He’s going to think that this means we’re back together. Do I want that? Maybe? But also, I have a child. There’s not a chance he’s ready to be a fucking dad– let alone a dad to a child who can’t hear him.. Oh god. 

I save myself when I let out a quiet “Good morning.”

He doesn’t need to know that.. Plus.. how do I even start that conversation? 

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Chapter Seven

CBFM Masterpost | Masterlist | Playlist

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Valentine's Day Fic Recs

Happy Valentine's Day babes! 🩷

Here's the Masterlist of allll the Valentine's Fics that I have collected so far! Make sure to show all the writers some love (especially today!)

I'll leave the original post link here

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Champange, Caviar, Anyone? // SFK - @losfacedevil

Sam x Reader // 18+ Smut

Str!ke - @smoking-jakelane

Jake x Reader // fluff// Jake has planned a Date for you since you completely forgot about Valentines Day.

Succulent - @seenoversundown

Sam x Fem OC // 18+ Smut // Sam makes dinner for Birdie, but has a devious plan for dessert.

When The Morning Comes - @highway-tuna

Danny x Reader // No Warnings // Seems like it's just your luck that you get sick right before a date. But not just any date, a Valentine's Day date. But not just any Valentine's Day date, a double Valentine's Day date with your good friend, Danny. So much for being a good wingman. With nothing better to do, you settle into your coziest blanket and sulk, doomed to spend your Valentine's Day evening alone. Or so you think...

Crossroads // DRW - @losfacedevil

Danny x Reader // Fluff

The Girl Next Door // JTK - @dogwood-blossom

Jake x Fem Character // 18+ // Will Jake ever speak to the girl who lives across the street from him? Or is he destined to pine in secrecy for all of eternity? Or maybe just until one of them inevitably moves out? Stay tuned to find out!

Saccharine - @seenoversundown

Danny x Fem OC // 18+ Smut // Daniel and Melody take a cute baking class but he has some ideas for once they get back home.

Hold Me (1) Jake Kiszka - @chouxsardine

Jake x Reader // 18+ Smut // "hold me like you hold your Les Paul, have your way with me the way you play her.” || Your drunk slip-up leads to one of the best Valentine's Day gift you've ever got

Valentines | JTK | Masterlist (18+) - @vanfleeter

There's a handful of Jake fics on here and they're all wonderful!! Check the warnings before reading xoxo

Satiate - @seenoversundown

Josh x Enby OC // 18+ Smut // Quinn makes Josh breakfast in bed, which isn't an uncommon thing for them to do but, today is special.

Siren - @seenoversundown

Jake x Fem OC // 18+ Smut // Jake and Charlotte get stuck in the bar for the evening, with the promise that Jake will make it up to her after.

Absolutely Smitten - @alwaysonthemend

Josh x Reader // 18+ Smut // Check Author's Note and Warnings!

Tag me if I missed your fic and you would like to be added! 🥰🩷

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Movie Night - Jake Kiszka

“Let me hear you say it.”

Jake Kiszka x Fem!Reader

Summary - For Valentine’s Day, you and Jake opt for a movie night—staying in, eating snacks, and enjoying each other’s company. When you pick the movie, Fifty Shades of Grey, you get some ideas…

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: 18+, sexual content, hands + feet tied, use of blindfold, slight nipple play, oral f!receiving, fingering, unprotected piv sex, multiple orgasms, fast-paced, dirty talking, and briefly proofread.

(Let me know if I missed any.)

Disclaimer: Apologies for any potential spelling errors or grammar mistakes.

a/n - here’s my submission for @seenoversundown ‘s Valentine’s Day writing event!! It was a pleasure to write and to participate ;) Enjoy!! <3

The light from the television flickers across the living room, eliciting shadows behind various pieces of furniture, and casting a soft glow along Jake’s features. It’s Valentine’s Day, and both you and Jake opted for a night in—watching movies together on the couch—with a plethora of Valentine’s Day-themed foods in front of you on the coffee table; a heart-shaped pizza, chocolate-covered strawberries, and cocktails with an absurd amount of grenadine in them. 

Tonight’s movie pick is Fifty Shades of Grey. It’s not peak cinema in the slightest, but you’ve never seen the movies before, and you’re hoping it’s a “so bad that it’s good” situation. 

So far… It’s just bad.

You’ve only just gotten to the part where Anastasia Steele interviews Christian Grey, and you can’t help the chill of secondhand embarrassment that travels down your spine. Jake chuckles beside you, his arm draped over your shoulders and holding you close. 

“You know we can turn it off, right? We don’t have to watch it.” You can hear the “I told you so” smile in his voice. 

In all honesty, it was your idea to watch the movie. You had heard that the films were inspired by the Twilight Saga—a twisted fanfiction version of the movies that you love. Jake swore up and down that you were going to hate it and damn it, you refuse to prove him right. 

“No, no. I was just a little cold, that’s all.” You lie, making Jake blow a quick breath through his nose to suppress his laugh. 

Excruciatingly long minutes pass, and the amount of unbearable groans you need to mask with a subtle cough is staggering. You’ve finally gotten to the part where they sleep together for the first time and… oh.

Oh.

You shift uncomfortably under Jake’s arm, unable to ignore the heat that creeps up your neck and through your limbs. You can see why so many people enjoy the film. It’s… certainly something. Jake must notice the shift in your body temperature as you feel his hold on you loosen while his watchful eyes glance over at you. 

If you’re not mistaken, you feel as though tension thickens between the two of you, your bodies no longer relaxed. Instead, you’ve stiffened, your thighs clenching together as you watch the scene play out. 

Sure, your sex life with Jake is not exactly “vanilla,” but what is being shown before you is… intriguing. Your gaze travels over to Jake’s side profile; his jaw is clenched, his nostrils flared, and his eyes locked on the screen. His breathing has changed as well—instead of his relaxed shallow breaths, his chest rises and falls deeper the longer he watches. 

Your mind wanders for a bit—imagining how you might react in a situation like that with Jake. How much you’d enjoy it…

Your thighs rub together, unexpected arousal rushing to your core the more you think about it… being tied up by Jake… being blindfolded by Jake… being spanked—

“You alright?” Jake’s voice pulls you from your inappropriate thoughts. His arm is no longer around you, but the same hand is now gripping your thigh, halting your movements. Was it that obvious?

Clearing your throat, you swiftly nod while readjusting your posture to sit straighter. The scene is long gone and you can’t seem to focus on anything else happening in the movie. Jake doesn’t let up, though. His hand remains on your thigh, the warmth of his palm combating with the searing heat of your intrigue. 

“Hey, Jake…” Your voice is small; shy.

“Yes, baby?” His head is quick to turn and look at you, his eyes searching your features. The dim glow of the TV nearly hides the pigmented hue of maroon painted on your cheeks—your pupils dilated and lips parted. 

You’re nervous about asking Jake your question. He would never judge you, and by his anticipating stare, he’s hoping you’re going to say what he wants to hear. 

“Would you…” Your teeth gnaw on your bottom lip nervously, finding the words. “Would you ever try that? With me?” 

His eyes shift to the screen, and back to you before a smirk pulls at his lips. “Yeah, I would.” 

A flutter tickles your lower belly, and you can’t help but notice the way Jake’s eyes grow darker—more hungry—when he feels your thighs twitch under his touch. 

“Is that what you’re thinking about, baby?” He questions, grabbing the remote beside him and pausing the movie. You’re entirely unaware of how far along you’ve gotten, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Jake removes his hand from your thigh, replacing his arm on the back of the couch, behind you. His body turns toward you, his attention undivided as he observes you. “You want me to do that to you? Hm? Tie you up? Blindfold you? Do whatever I want to you?” 

Your jaw falls slack as the words melt from his tongue, the heat between your thighs becoming intense—unbearable. 

You eagerly nod. 

“Let me hear you say it.” He urges. It’s as if a switch has been turned on, his demeanor completely different from just a moment ago. Your throat goes dry, and a thick swallow is unable to help your case. 

“Please, Jake.” Your voice is barely a whisper, your body gravitating toward him with your faces just inches apart. “Tie me up. Blindfold me. I don’t care. Do whatever you want to me.”

It’s pathetic how desperate your tone is, with a drawn whine lacing your words. Jake smiles wickedly at your pleas, his black pupils conquering the warm brown of his irises. 

“Wait here.” He instructs before lifting himself off the couch and rushing toward the hallway of your shared apartment where the bedroom resides. 

You sit in anticipating silence, carefully listening as you hear shuffling and muffled noises coming from the hall. Only a couple of minutes pass before he returns, standing before you and holding his hand out for you to take. No words are exchanged as your hand falls into his. You peel yourself off of the cushions and follow closely behind him. 

He leads you to the bedroom, which is dimly lit by a handful of burning candles on various surfaces, including the nightstand, dresser, and desk. 

You would consider it romantic if you weren’t thinking about the unholiest of things. 

Your eyes scan the bed and you notice a few modifications. In the short time Jake had been in here, he skillfully tied four silk pillow sheets to each corner of the bed frame.

He pulls you to stand in front of him, facing away from the bed now. The look in his eye is threatening, and it unsettles you; unaware of what he’s planned in such short notice. You swallow thickly, waiting for him to kiss you—or touch you—it doesn’t matter. 

“Get on the bed.” He demands, nudging his head toward the mattress that waits behind you. Slowly, you step back, your eye contact with him unbreaking. When you feel the wooden bed frame against the back of your thighs, you stop. Carefully, you climb backward onto the plush bed, watching as Jake’s eyes take in your cautious maneuver. 

He instinctively licks his lips, like a predator stalking its prey. You feel small under his watchful gaze—the way his eyes undress you, copious thoughts flashing before them, with a devious smirk displaying on his plump lips when he decides his plan of action. 

Once your upper back presses against the pillows, you pause, propping yourself up on your elbows and forearms, with your chin tucked into your chest—waiting for instruction. 

“Jake—” Your voice is barely a whisper, silently begging him for anything. 

“Strip.” He says the singular word with such intensity, almost impatient. 

Unhurriedly, you sit up, grabbing the bottom hem of your shirt and lifting it over your head. Jake’s eyes grow darker, if it’s even possible. You continue at a tantalizing pace, hooking your fingers into the elastic waistband of your Valentine’s Day-themed pajama pants. His breathing visibly grows heavier, nearly choking on his gulp when the matching lingerie set you bought for him is in full view, carelessly tossing your discarded clothes elsewhere.

You knew either way you’d be under the covers with him—exchanging heavy breaths, muttered pleas, and roaming hands—by the end of the day, but somehow, it felt all the more fitting at this very moment. 

“All this for me, baby?” He asks, knowing the answer.

You nod timidly, feeling a sense of exposure from the way he crosses his arms over his chest, observing your compromising appearance. It’s as if he’s taking a mental picture of you laying there—your hair spilling over the pillows, your thighs clenched together to provide any sort of relief, and your plump breasts begging to be released from the confines of the sheer bralette with every rise of your chest. 

“Always for you.” You admit, growing impatient with his lack of urgency. 

The pleading look on your face must be a dead giveaway because he finally moves, stepping around the bed to your right side. Without a word, he grabs your wrist, prompting you to lay back and fully sink into the mattress. Using his other hand, he tugs on the silk pillow sheet to ensure its security, before bringing your hand to it. Gently, he loops the soft material around your wrist, creating a semi-loose knot around it. It’s tight enough that you can’t undo it yourself, but not enough to cause any irritation. 

He takes his time walking to the other side of the bed, repeating the same technique on your left wrist. You observe him intently, your legs gently writhing from the heat that pools in your core. The anticipation is killing you—watching him move leisurely like he has all night—and he does. 

Jake spares you just a few glances, his attention solely on tying you up. You’re almost entirely at his mercy, your arms now outstretched above you, completely useless to you. Excitement settles in your gut, nervousness following closely behind. 

He makes his way to the end of the bed, admiring your exposed position; hands tied up, legs crossed, and chest heaving with suspense. 

“Open your legs for me.” He instructs, his hooded eyes inspecting your every move. 

Hesitating, you uncross your legs, spreading them only slightly and keeping a small bend to your knees. Jake has seen you in many positions, but none like this one. Usually, he’d be on you; his body caging yours in, his lips on your skin, his hands grasping at anything he can get them on. Instead, he’s just standing there, examining you. It adds to your growing arousal as it becomes increasingly unbearable. 

Jake steps closer, grabbing one ankle at a time to tug your legs straight and tie them to the corners of the bed with the silk sheets. The nerves travel from your belly and rise in your throat, your body temperature following shortly. You gently tug on each restraint—testing just how vulnerable you are. A smug smirk tugs at the corners of Jake’s lips, noticing the very familiar look in your eyes. 

Despite your anxiety—a product of trying something new—your eyes are silently pleading for him to touch you. You’re unable to rub your thighs together, any and all friction no longer available to you. He knows this, and he visibly enjoys the way it affects you. 

“Please, Jake.” You whine, your bottom lip jutting forward in a slight pout. “Touch me.”

He struggles to keep his composure as it vaguely falters, his knees faintly weakening and his nostrils flaring to accommodate his heavy breathing. It takes everything in him not to give into your begging, but he has a front to withhold, and he’s just getting started.

Jake turns away from you, your hopefulness diminishing as he rummages through the top drawer of his dresser. His movements halt when he finds what he’s looking for before pulling it out; a tie. One of the very few that he has. When he faces you again, his expression is unreadable as he slips the tie through his fingers, feeling the soft fabric beneath his touch. 

He slowly makes his way toward you, rounding the bed and leaning over your restricted body. He stands beside your head, bending over slightly so his lips ghost over the shell of your ear. 

“Just tell me to stop, and I will.” He whispers, just before laying the tie over your eyes, gently tying it behind your head when you lift it for him. 

You’re completely in the dark now–every sense is still reliable but your sight. You listen closely, trying to get a read on Jake’s position, but it’s unhelpful to you. His feet move silently along the floor, the material of the rug muting his steps. You’re unable to tell whether he’s still beside you or somewhere else. 

Just as you consider calling his name, your leg jerks when his rough fingertips graze the skin. He’s standing at the edge of the bed again–his other hand mirroring his movements, sliding his hands up your legs, and stopping at your thighs. You feel the mattress sink under his weight, signaling that he’s finally joining you, getting closer. His gentle caress leaves goosebumps in its wake, peppering your smooth skin and showing Jake how sensitive you are to his touch. 

His warmth engulfs you, and you feel it travel above you as his hands leave your thighs, the pillow beneath your head molding against his palms. He’s caged you in as his breathing cascades along your tense features. His scent is somehow stronger without your eyesight, your lungs now flooded with his delicious cologne; musk, woodsy, and smoky, reminiscent of firewood. You expect a kiss, your lips parting in expectancy, but it never comes. Instead, you feel the ends of his hair feather along your shoulders, his head just below your chin. Every other sense is heightened–touch included–and you nearly moan when his lips graze the hills of your breasts. 

Your hips writhe beneath him, being met with his own as he settles between your spread legs. He keeps you in place, continuing his movements along the cups of your bra. He leaves open-mouth kisses across the delicate flesh while his hips pin you down further the more you fidget, biting back your desperate cries for more. 

One of his hands beside your head disappears but is quickly relocated when you feel your bra being pulled down, just enough to expose your hardened nipples. A sharp gasp pierces your lungs when he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling the sensitive bud with his warm tongue. Your hands absently tug against their restraints, begging to fall into his hair and hold him closer to you. If only you knew how restricting this would really feel when you asked for it. 

You stare blankly into a void as your back arches into him, your bottom lip caught between your teeth to muffle your whimpers. With an audible pop, Jake releases your nipple, the brisk air assaulting the remaining saliva. 

“Don’t hold back, baby, let me hear you.” His sultry voice is even more prominent, and the soothing cadence rushes to your core. Before you can think of a response, his mouth is on your other nipple, sucking harshly as his teeth graze the tender flesh. 

“Jake!” His name is the only word that comes to mind as he consumes your every thought. You’re unable to think clearly, your body only responsive to him–his touch, his smell, his voice. He knows this based on the smug hum that emulates from his throat, vibrating against you and adding to the pleasure. Your hips move to no avail, any sense of relief unattainable from his strong hold on you. 

Small pants push past your parted lips as his tongue still works against you in a soothing circular motion. You need more, and you’re willing to beg for it. Except, you feel him pull away again, and his touch has completely disappeared this time–you know he’s still above you, his undeniable body heat flowing off of him. A beat passes before his lips are on you once more, instead connecting with the skin just under your breasts, below the fabric of your bralette. 

He moves skillfully, inching his way down your body, aching for him. His lips brush every surface, placing gentle kisses along your ribs, around your belly button, and stopping just above where you want him. Your core pulses the closer he gets, feeling his warm breath fanning over the lacy material of your thin panties. 

Your breath quickens when you feel his fingers trace your clothed slit, only applying a feather-light pressure. You try to imagine him; how he’s positioned, what expression he may be holding, and if he’s watching you intently—watching your every hitched breath, curled toe, and bunched fist. You’re sure he’s sporting a smug smirk, enjoying the way you’re responsive to his touch. 

A whine begs to leave your lips as his fingers hook into the center of your underwear, pulling it aside to expose your wet folds. A pleased noise from Jake travels to your expectant ears, surely impressed by the sheer amount of arousal spilling from your core. 

“I’ve barely touched you.” He remarks, a smile evident in his tone. “Already so wet.” 

“Please, Jake.” Your words are breathless, pointed to the ceiling as you squirm against the restraints. 

Jake hears your plea as he smothers the ache of your core with his tongue—swiping along your velvety folds and lingering above your pulsing clit. A slight cry mixes with your relieved moans, your legs begging to shut around his head and drape over his shoulders. Somehow, the inability to do so makes you more sensitive, and more receptive to his actions. 

Unable to focus on anything else, your entire attention is zeroed in on what you feel, rather than see. In addition to his tongue, his top lip brushes against you, as the bottom is covered by the flattening of his tongue. 

He pulls a string of pleading moans from deep within you as he turns his attention to the bundle of nerves that beg for it—sucking harshly and smiling against the flesh when he sees your back arch off of the mattress. 

“Oh, god!” The words weave between breathless pants as the coil settled in your belly tightens. With your heightened sense of feeling, your orgasm approaches at an alarming rate. Heavy breaths morph into gasps, your chest heaving as his lips work relentlessly against your clit. “Jake, I’m gonna come.” You gasp out, feeling the beginning surges of your climax. 

He moves quickly, taking you by surprise when you feel two fingers slide into you effortlessly, curling upward. “Come on my fingers, baby.” His words mumble into you. 

Your orgasm crashes down on you, ripping a yell from your throat, and leaving a raw sensation behind. Your eyes are squeezed shut, though it doesn’t matter, as the blindfold restricts your eyesight anyway. 

Jake moves slowly—attentively—pulling the remainder of your climax from you as your hips convulse against the mattress, your arms and legs begging to grasp onto him. 

When he’s sure you’ve ridden out the rest of your orgasm, he gently removes his fingers, pulling his mouth from you as well. His absence is intolerable, and despite the aftershocks of your release, you need more of him. 

You hear noises that sound like him cleaning his fingers off and the mental image arouses you, making your bottom lip catch between your teeth. He chuckles, knowing you’re aware of what he’s doing. You’re not completely blind, you know him well. 

Disappointment washes over you when you catch him shuffling off the bed, swiftly untying the pillowcases around your ankles, and repeating the action with your wrists. Your legs naturally close, and your arms go limp. It can’t be over yet, you think to yourself. 

Not even the blindfold can hide the frown pulling at your features, your lips downturned when you reach for the blindfold—ignoring the subtle ache of your wrists when they’re free. 

“Keep the blindfold on.” So we’re not done? “Don’t move.” His tone is authoritative and naturally instructive. 

You follow his instructions, freezing in your spot and listening for his quiet movements. You’re unable to place him in the room, but you hear the gentle sound of clothes hitting the floor. 

Anticipation gathers in your chest when you feel him climb onto the bed again, a breath sucking into you when you feel him hook his fingers into the waistband of your underwear. He pulls the flimsy material down the swells of your hips, the material stretching over your thighs and loosening around your ankles. Your hands reach for him, searching for him through the darkness of the blindfold. 

Your fingers graze his bare skin, letting you know that he’s stripped down. If only you could see for yourself—his long waves washing over his shoulders, stomach tightening every time he breathes out, and his cock, free from the constraints of his boxers. Your mouth waters at the thought. 

You try to grasp onto him, trying to pull him into you, but you’re caught off guard when his hands get a hold of your waist, swiftly flipping you over onto your stomach. A surprised yelp rushes out of you, unable to process his quick movements. His rough hands find your hips, pulling them up to expose your ass to him, his knelt position between your legs. The side of your face is buried into the pillows, your hands lying flat beside your head. 

His hardened length pushes against the back of your thigh as he reaches forward, grabbing your hands and holding them behind your back. Your wrists interlock in his fist, keeping a strong hold on you. 

The only notable noise in the room is the sound of your shallow breaths, waiting for him once again. You’re unable to brace yourself properly, never aware of his next move—you’re tense, but somehow equally relaxed. 

A moment passes before his free hand shifts, his erection no longer pressed against you, but now into you. You both hiss at the sensation of your walls stretching to accommodate his size. For each inch that passes, the quicker your breath rises, only turning into moans when the tenuous pain melts into mouth-watering pleasure. 

His hips connect with your ass, both of you groaning in unison. It’s his turn to breathe heavily, his free hand now on your hip, grasping at your flesh to mask his struggle. He stills for a moment, most likely enjoying the way your hips wriggle against him, silently asking him for more. 

Steadily, he pulls his hips back, nearly pulling out completely before driving himself back in. His name rolls off your tongue in praise, encouraging him to repeat his actions, and he does. He remains at a slow pace, antagonizing you and taking pleasure in the way your hips move back, meeting him in the middle. 

“More?” He taunts, squeezing his grip on your wrists.

“Please.” You whine. 

“So greedy.” He mumbles, surely shaking his head in faux disapproval. 

He gives you what you want, anyhow, moving at a quicker pace and using his hand on your hip as support. Your moans are consistent with his thrusts, growing louder the harder they are. 

“Feels so good, Jake.” You cry out, your face sinking deeper into the pillows. 

“Yeah? Is this what you wanted?” He huffs out. You eagerly nod, knowing his eyes are on you—taking note of how your lips part, silent praises dancing along the plump flesh. “Use your words, baby.”

“Yes!” You rush out, feeling another orgasm building up, practically clawing its way to the edge. 

“Can you say ‘thank you’?” He teases, and a breathless chuckle pours from his lips. “It’s only fair.”

“Thank you…” You whisper.

“I didn’t hear you.” He says disapprovingly, undoing his hold on your hip and swatting your ass, making you yelp. “Louder. Show me how grateful you are.”

“Thank you!” Your voice is raised, slightly irritated by your teetering orgasm. So close to the edge, but needs a push. If he could just go a little… “Faster, Jake, I’m so close.” 

“Me too, baby.” He admits through clenched teeth. He grunts between breaths, releasing your wrists and grabbing hold of your other hip. Jake moves faster—sloppier—chasing his own release.

Your hands find the sheets beneath you, gripping them as he pounds into you, the sound of your skin connecting echoing in the room—leaving no corner untouched. You turn your head, muffling your desperate cries into the pillow as your second orgasm shatters into you. 

It’s far more intense than the first, pulling a drawn groan from Jake as your walls flutter around his thrusting cock. He works you through your climax, much like the first, relishing the way your cunt pulses—keeping a strong hold on him and dragging him in deeper, if it’s possible. Your hips shutter as the remainder of your orgasm diminishes into spaced-out throbs. 

Once Jake knows you’ve been taken care of—your breathing coming to an even pattern—he abruptly pulls out of you, painting your backside with his release as one of his hands grips his length. It lands down your spine, across the expanse of your back, and settles on the hills of your ass. You’re a mess.

Jake’s breath is shaky, a low whine pouring from him as he pumps the last of his orgasm from his cock. Silent curses follow closely, up until you no longer feel the warmth of his cum dripping out of him. He lets out rushed exhales, removing his hand from your hip and admiring his work, you assume. 

Carefully, Jake gets off the bed, dragging your legs back so you’re laying flat on your stomach. You’re unable to roll over, afraid of the mess you’ll create on the sheets. Somehow, you sense that he’s left the room, his presence unnoticeable. 

Sure enough, you hear the bathroom sink turn on, for the amount of time it takes for the cold water to become hot. You figure at this point, you can take the makeshift blindfold off, your eyes squinting to adjust to the low lighting. 

Jake appears shortly, only in his boxers, holding a wet washcloth. He smiles softly, pleased to see you’re right where he left you, patiently waiting. He sits beside you, gently wiping your skin to rid you of his release. The cloth is warm, soothing, and comforting. 

He’s attentive, making sure to wipe away every drop—every streak. When he’s sure he’s cleaned you up, he tosses the washcloth in the dirty clothes basket in the far corner of the bedroom, nearly missing. 

“Come here.” He mumbles, assisting you in turning onto your back, finally seeing him. His cheeks and neck are flushed, the soft look in his eyes returning. 

Jake pulls the comforter that resides at the end of the bed above you, covering your nearly naked body with the heavy blanket. He joins you underneath it, repositioning your tired frame into him, your back splayed against his bare chest. Few words are exchanged as the euphoria has yet to wear off. 

“Did you enjoy it?” Jake asks, uncertainty in his tone from your lack of speech. You glance at him over your shoulder, noticing the concerned furrow in his brows. 

“Jake.” You turn over to face him, needing him to see just how much you enjoyed it. “I loved it.”

His face softens, confirming he had been afraid you didn’t like it as much as you thought you would. Quite the opposite, actually.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.” He whispers, leaning into you and capturing your lips in a sweet, slow kiss. 

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Lonely Hearts Club

Daniel Wagner , Jake Kiszka (Caravel AU)

Warnings: This isn't a slash fic (just want to make that clear for either side) Alcohol/Drinking, some flirting, a bit of yearning, a double date of sorts, and some genuine platonic best friend love.

Word Count: 1.8k

Author's Note: Not every Valentine's day is celebrated the same! I was really struggling to come up with an idea and @edgingthedarkness suggested this one and my brain immediately ran with it. 🤭

Just to clarify- this is taking place pre-sparrow of the dawn!

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Danny POV

The best part of having a friend who’s a bar owner, is that you have a regular place to go to after work. The worst part is that the bar owner has a very niche aesthetic that does not assist in the ‘finding ladies’ department. 

“Rough day?” Jake asks as I’m plopping into my usual seat at the bar. 

The sigh coming out of me should have been enough for him to gather, but still, I tell him, “Yep.” 

Ever since Jake bought the bar and left the shipyard, I’ve been stuck there with a bunch of older men who definitely show their love by tormenting you. Not that I can’t handle it on my own, but it is draining everyday having to listen to them. 

“You’re alone tonight?” I ask him, trying to not acknowledge the fact that it’s a ghost town as he’s sliding my beer over to me.

He nods a few times, leaning back against the counter, “Yeah. Josh mentioned something about needing to go to Hobby Lobby again, I don’t know.” 

“Damn,” I breathe out, and rolling my eyes as I tell him, “Well, if it helps, Sam ditched me to go out with that girl again.”

His head falls back, shaking it subtly. “No wonder he wouldn’t tell me who it was. He just kept saying it was a blind date.” 

“A blind date on Valentine’s Day? Okay, Sam,”  I laugh, before sipping on my drink. 

“He’s not the best at lying,” he chuckles to himself. “I’m shocked you don’t have something lined up for tonight?” 

There’s not enough beer in the world for this one, Jake. 

“Yeah, I just..” I hesitate. I don’t know why I didn’t really try to get a date this year, something just felt off about it. “Wasn’t really feeling it. Plus, I had to work all day anyway.” 

There were plenty of chances for me to set up a date, but I truly just.. Didn’t this time around. It feels like I’m on a date with someone new every weekend and it’s not that I don’t enjoy going out and I don’t even mind being the one who pays for all of these dates– it just sucks that nothing feels right. 

“Well, I think our dates are here,” Jake whispers, leaning over the bar slightly. A smirk plastered on his face. The hell does he mean dates– OH.

“Look at that, Ellie!” Linda’s voice could cut through almost anything. “Cupid did help us out this year.” She plops down into the seat next to Danny, with Eleanor following suit on the other side of him. 

“Hi there, beautiful,” I let out, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “How are you this evening?” 

“Right now? No complaints!” she quips back. “How about you, Ellie?” Both of us looking over to her, who’s already making googly eyes at Jake. 

“Oh, I am just swell,” her sweet little voice chirps. 

“The usual for both of you tonight?” Jake asks, followed by a resounding ‘yes.’ 

Jake definitely plays into her little crush, but I can’t say anything with the way I flirt back to Linda. They’re both such wonderful ladies, it’s hard not to love them. Always coming in to visit us and being endlessly supportive of everything and anything we talk about. It’s like having some best friends who are just a smidge older than us. 

“Now, Jake, I know you have to be here,” Linda starts. “But, Danny, why aren’t you out tonight? There must be a line of ladies waiting for a chance with you.” She giggles, patting my chest a few times. 

Chuckling with her, “I don’t know about a line, but–”

“What did I take a number for?” She loudly lets out, with an exaggerated wink, making all of us laugh. If there’s someone who’s gonna make tonight better, it’s her.  

I pull her in closer to me, “I guess, I would rather spend my night with you then out with some random girl.” 

Her hand grabbing mine, squeezing it a few times as she laughs. Leaning her head against my shoulder when she breathes out, “Oh you’re too cute.” 

Looking over to Jake leant against the bar, Eleanor is grinning at him like a fool. 

“Nobody asked you out?” He asks her quietly. She’s shy until you get a few glasses of wine into her, then she livens up a little. “Must be playing hard to get huh?” 

“Oh,” she giggles quietly to herself. “You’re very sweet, but no, no dates and I’m certainly not playing hard to get.”

He leans forward a bit more, shooting her a wink when he says, “Their loss.” 

We spent a while just talking with them, which to be fair, were basically the only ones in the bar. A few stragglers every so often would come in, but it was a pretty tame evening. 

Watching this rather quiet man request Beautiful Loser by Bob Seger and then return to his seat. Taking turns peeking over so he wouldn’t notice, but a woman around his age came in and sat across from him. 

“It’s nice to see him find someone,” Jake lets out quietly.  

My brows pulled together, “Is he here a lot?” 

“Mhm,” he hums. “Typically alone or sometimes he’ll sit with Chuck. They both just look like old sailors, so they fit the aesthetic well.”

Linda laughs, “You are Josh’s twin, huh?” 

“He’s said it too many times!” He says through a smile, flipping the towel in hand around as he laughs. 

“You know who isn’t a Beautiful Loser?” Linda asks, loudly. She’s a few drinks deep at this point, and if you think her inhibitions are low when she’s sober, give her a couple hours at the bar. Her hand pats my chest a few times, lingering there as she says, “This young man right here.” 

Covering her hand with mine, “Thank you, angel.” Her head leaned onto my shoulder, and I can’t help but smile at it. 

“Lin, I think it’s about our time,” Eleanor pipes up. Looking at the clock Jake has hidden behind the bar and seeing that it’s after midnight. 

“Are you two okay to get home?” I ask them, knowing they live nearby, but you can never be too sure. 

“Oh we’ll be fine, my sweets,” Linda lets out. “Nobody’s trying to kidnap two old bitties.” 

I stand, helping them up, but looking over to Jake. “I’m just gonna walk them out.” 

He nods and then comes out from behind the bar, wrapping Linda up in a bear hug, she rocks him back and forth for a second. Moving to Eleanor, who is much more shy with him still, pulls her into a hug and lingers there for a moment. 

“Thank you for spending Valentine's evening with me, darling,” he tells her, pressing a kiss against her cheek. Despite being exhausted, her face lights up at the gesture. 

“You don’t have to thank me, dear.”

I gather the two of them, walking them out and lingering outside for a minute to make sure they seem okay before disappearing back into the bar. 

“They’re a trip,” I breathe out as I sit back down into my barstool. 

Jake laughs at the comment, quipping back, “I thought Linda was gonna take you home with her for a minute there.” 

“With the way dating has gone for me lately, that may be my best option,” I chuckle through it. 

He leans against the counter, “You’re telling me. Eleanor may be my only chance at love.” 

We both sit there in that silence for a moment. 

“Why is this so difficult?” I ask, not really to Jake but, just in general. 

He stares at the ground for a second before breathing out a quiet, “I don’t know.” 

“It just feels like,” I start, unsure of where I’m going with my thoughts. “None of these girls are any sort of what I want in my life.” 

He prints out a tab for one of the few people left, giving them a little wave after they sign the receipt. “No, I get it.” 

“It’s insane, dude,” I let out, shaking my head. 

He looks over at me, “All I want is to be happily with someone— be able to go home and have someone there… that isn’t my brother.” 

Jake is the more quiet one out of the brothers, but he also is the only one that truly struggles with dating. None of us understood why because he’s so nice to everyone but, nothing ever stuck for him. 

“You deserve that,” I tell him. “I’m sure she’ll show up when you’re not expecting it.. seems to be how everything works.” 

“Thanks. I’m counting on lucky stars at this point.” He chuckles to himself as the last customers walk out. “I hope you find someone who made you as happy as—“ 

“Don’t,” I cut him off. “Nobody is going to compare to her and I’ve accepted that.” 

He stays quiet, but then says, “You deserve to be happy, y’know?” 

“Yeah..” I breathe out, tapping my phone seeing the time, “Well, shit. I didn’t mean to stay out this late.” 

“Shipyard still sucks, huh?” 

God, does it. My eyebrows just about smack my hairline, “Oh, yes.” 

I can see the gears going in his head as he folds his arms in front of me. The solo eyebrow pop tells me he has an idea of some sort, when he finally chirps out, “Work here.” 

“Jake,” I shake my head at him. “I’m okay. Plus, you’ve only been open a few months. I couldn’t expect you to do that.” 

“No, I can pay you,” he tells me. “I’ll need more help by summer I’m sure, and I already trust you so..” 

It would be nice to get out of there.

I stand up, scooting the barstool in, and then tell him, “I’ll sleep on it.” He caved first, letting a smile creep onto his face and I was right behind him with mine. 

“Well, I’m glad we at least ended up on a double date,” he giggles as we walk through the back door. He flips the lock on it before turning to face me, “I’ll see you.. tomorrow probably?” 

I nod at him quietly. 

His hand lands on my shoulder, “Go get some sleep.” 

“Oh I will,” I laugh. Backing away, I point at him, and in the most comically serious tone, tell him, “Love you.” 

He barks out a laugh, but returns the point with, “Love you too, bud.” 

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[seenoversundown]

Jake X F! OC - A fluffy Valentine’s Blurb for @seenoversundown’s Valentine Day Writing Event 💚

AU - no warnings - all fluff - all Jake POV. I'm not even going to try to describe the blurb. Maybe just say it's a look into what could bloom into love. 🤷‍♀️

Word Count: 3650

Heart divider by @ firefly-graphics

     Four weeks, three days. It had been four weeks and three days since Vett had left with a thousand watt middle finger and an oath to never again land in my bed. The on again, off again torture had finally been drawn to a close - for real this time. We were each other’s excuse to not really face life. I got it. She had been easy to turn to when things weren’t going right in my world.

       Somehow, however, I found myself volunteering to be a chaperone at the Valentine’s Dance for work just to get away from the idea of having to have a date for the holiday and knowing that Vett would probably join me for an evening of drinks and… I was not going back to that. Nope. Done. This time - things were done between us. 

      My eyes trailed to one of the group pictures where Vett was parked at my side. My fingers scratched at my chin as the woman stepped out of my bathroom dressed in my t-shirt and sweatpants with the faintest blush dancing across her cheeks. She had washed the smeared mascara away and pinned her hair up with a found hair tie. She was cute in a fresh, dew drop way. Her smile was… lopsided and lovely. 

       “Better?” I asked as I stirred the soup.

       “Yeah,” she sighed as she wrapped her arms around her middle. “I hope you don’t mind, I hung my things over the shower stall to dry.”

        “Beer? Or maybe I can put some coffee on. Might be better to warm you up,” I said, eyes going to the cabinet in hopes that there was coffee.

       “God, a beer would be good,” she said, cutting through my worry.

       I had not met Kennie before. She was the mysterious neighbor that had moved in six weeks before and seemed to be elusive to inquiry. Well. No. Let me rephrase that - she was elusive to Josh’s nosy neighbor ‘Welcome to the neighborhood’ bit that had made him the toast of the whole community. The fact that I was the one who actually got to her before my brother was something of a story in and of itself.

       I set the bottle before her before turning to reach for two deep set bowls. The sound of Patrick Sweany began to swim through the speakers as I pulled two servings of chicken veggie for us, steaming and welcoming. 

       “Sorry - I don’t have bread to go with this,” I said, giving her a nod to go to the table.

       “It smells amazing. Did you make this?” she asked as she realized it was not that canned shit.

        I nodded as I set her up before going back for my own beer. “Kind of my thing.”

       Both eyebrows perked as she eyed the broth. I waited for her to taste and smiled at her subtle, joyous reaction. I wanted to brag that it was the two day prep she was tasting, but I dialed it back.

       “So…” I encouraged instead. “You said that you would tell me how you came to be locked out.”

       She wiped a dribble of liquid from the corner of her mouth with the pad of her thumb. “Stupid really. I don’t know if I left them in the Uber on the way to Bubba Bob’s, or if I dropped them…”

        “Bubba Bob’s?” I couldn’t hide my cringe.

        “I know. I know. Why the hell does everyone like that place? It’s just…”

        “Plastic.”

        “Exactly!” The smile that flashed across her mouth warmed her expression tenfold. 

        “Alright - let me have it. Why were you even there?”

        She rolled her eyes. “A date.”

        I groaned.

        “Even worse, though - I got stood up by that guy.”

        My shoulders slumped. She was stood up? All of my gentleman stuffing threatened to explode out of me in a very un-gallant rant. She explained that the ‘guy’ had asked her out and she was sure that her good friend had a hand in it. 

       “I should’ve known,” she shrugged. “He texted that he was going to be late and that he would meet me there. Then he texted - after I had gotten there - that he was going to be delayed a little bit more because of work… I should’ve just left, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt and waited.”

        I looked into her warm green eyes and noticed little flecks of gold that seemed to crinkle when she smiled. “Not dumb. Kind. Maybe kindness he didn’t deserve…”

        Dear lord, there was that blush - again. Wow. I liked that. Need to have more of that.

        “Well - I realized that the keys were gone and terrorized the bartender and probably the entire bar for that matter,” she said, making figure 8’s in her broth as she talked. “I obviously had them when I left - I locked everything up.”

        Indeed, I had spotted the lump of Kennie in front of her door, bundled up in her coat in an effort to stay warm. She was soaked from the rain, frozen by the snow, and ready to have someone just help her. 

       “God, I hate this holiday,” she groused before finishing up her soup. “What about you? Home early on Valentine’s day?”

       I laughed softly. “I’m old.”

       She let out a trill of laughter, covering her lip with her fingers. “Unless you secretly have the cure for old age, I doubt you’re more than thirty two.”

       She was correct, much to my surprise. “How’d you do that?”

       I was answered with a shrug. “Not old. I’m right there with you, so I speak from experience.”

       The grin that hit my mouth felt good. Like a Sunday morning and you’re allowed to sleep in till noon kind of good. “So what do you do for work?”

       “I’m an office manager for a dental clinic… well, actually four clinics,” she answered. “Boring, but steady. You? I’m going to say something with music.”

        “Why? Because of living here?” I reached over to take her empty bowl and wound up brushing my fingers against her arm. My cheeks flushed at the softness of her skin.

        “Well - you know, long hair, obviously guitar fingers, a stage smile…”

        My jaw dropped dramatically.

        “Tell me I’m wrong.”

        I squinted my eyes nearly shut and swiped the bowls from the table. “Not totally wrong. I teach music at the middle school here in town.”

       “You know, kids that age are clinically insane. You must have chops to deal with that level.”

       I laughed as I started the hot water. “Most of them are quite sweet. You just gotta know how to deal with the moments that have their heads spinning Exorcist style.”

       Her laughter filled me with a heat that I welcomed openly. I liked this Kennie. She was open and sweet… Once I had the dishes in the dishwasher, I did start a pot of coffee as the long day was catching up to me in a hurry and I did not want to miss a moment of her company. I found her walking around looking at the family pictures. 

      “I was thinking, Mr Brower is in construction,” I said as I busied myself getting mugs that were not chipped and hoping like hell the creamer in the fridge wasn’t bad. “I bet you he knows someone that can help get you inside the house tomorrow.”

       Her face went blank. I felt the frown before I knew it hardened my own features. She did understand that I was not about to try to break into her house - no matter how badly she wanted to-

        “Brower…” she laughed at herself. “I don’t know why I got that image of the bad guy from Mario in my head. Sorry.

       “Mr. Brower, huh? What house?”

       “Oh! Sorry. Uh, he’s the first house next street over,” I said, getting myself to catch back up to her. That Mario reference tripped me up, not going to lie. “I keep forgetting you’re new to the neighborhood.”

       “Well - I guess I can get over the wall and camp out on the deck. I think I have-”

       “Absolutely not.”

       I had not meant to get the teacher's voice out, but such as it was, it rattled the paint on the walls. She took a step back, eyes widening in surprise.

       “Sorry. But seriously - I have two empty bedrooms you are welcomed to here,” I explained. “No fucking freezing neighbors on my watch, ma’am.”

       “Yes, sir,” she purred before blushing - again. “That sounded dirty. Sorry.”

       I had to turn away before she caught me gaping. Shit. I was so in it with this one.

        “Uh, if you’re tired, just give me a minute and I’ll get you set up in Josh’s room. I don’t trust what Sam has cookin’ in his,” I said.

        “Not tired, actually,” she said. “That coffee smells amazing.”

        I silently cheered. She wanted more conversation… Unless she was too creeped out to actually sleep here. Then it would be bad. Shit. But why would she be creeped out? Had I been to thick on the… Stop. Stop it, Jake. Poor woman just needs a shelter. She can’t help it if she was pretty and kind and witty… Stooooop it, man.

       “Do you play cards?” 

       “Pardon?” I turned to find her with one of the many decks we had around the house. “Oh - sure.”

        Coffee procured, she beat me back to the table with a deck of cards in hand. “You know how to play 3/13? It’s like my grandma’s favorite.”

       I shook my head. “I’m a Gin Rummy man, but willing to learn.”

      She explained the game as she shuffled the cards like a damn shark. I’m not sure if it was nerves or flashbacks to middle school strip poker events, but I had a feeling my ass was going to be toasted in this game. Then it hit.

      “I have an add in to the game,” I interrupted. “So, when we play cards, just to add a layer of difficulty - we each draw a card. Whenever the number or face card is played - no matter the suit - you call out LYRIC and the other person has to come up with a song lyric on the spot.”

       “On the spot?” There was apprehension that touched those gold flecked eyes. I waited for a few beats to see if she would take the bait. “Kind of hard to compete with a music teacher, but it sounds fun.”

       Aside from getting my ass handed to me the first few rounds, it was during the 5’s that she laid down a 2 that made all the blood rush to my mouth.

       “Lyric!”

       She froze. Those lovely eyes shifted back and forth and back and forth as she seemed to search…

       “Please tell me I don’t have to sing it…”

        “Sing it. Yes. You must sing it.”

        She cleared her throat and the heat that filled her features made her eyes close and her lashes dance against her skin. Pretty. She was strikingly pretty.

       “This magic moment… so different and so new…”

       She hummed them more than she sang, but I couldn’t help the smile. “The fucking Drifters?”

        “It was on the playlist for work today,” she grumbled, covering her face with her cards and hands. “It’s been stuck in there all day.”

       I laughed. Couldn’t help it. “That’s actually kind of great. Adorable even.”

       The hand progressed until I laid down a Queen and she called out LYRIC! 

       “You know, this is probably the first time I’ve played this sober,” I remarked as my brain was set off in a million different directions - across pop songs that had assaulted my senses that night, to deep blues that probably would’ve gotten me a sideways glance.

        “We’re playing a drinking game without drinking?” she asked, eyebrows raised.

        “Sort of. It’s enhanced by it to be sure. Okay, let me see…”

        She leaned in, eyes flashing with her grin. “And nothing from the choir concerts - we’ve had enough holiday stuff. Make it gooooood.”

        My tongue darted across my lip with a chuckle. Good, huh. All right. I could make it ‘good’. If she got this one, then I would be shocked. I hummed the opening bar before singing, “My cold, cold sailor heart says, “get on your way”... I ain’t too proud to say it but that’s how I’m made…”

         Her lips parted as she stared at me. God. Did I break her? Did I sing it off key? My heart turned to sludge as she continued to stare.

        “I have no fucking clue what that is, but sure you’re not in a band?” she asked.

        “Well, garage band, but nothing serious,” I answered as nonchalantly as possible. “And I don’t sing. I play guitar.”

         “I take it, then, with that little ditty you’re the nerd who’s into pirates, and that’s your picture of Blackbeard over there.”

         I couldn’t stop the laugh that spilled out of me if I had tried. Her smile was wide as she spun her empty coffee cup between her fingers. Yeah. I liked her. She allowed herself to be seen and open and…

       “Who was that anyway?” she asked, standing up and grabbing my cup.

       I tried to follow but she waved me off. She was already comfortable in my home. The thought warmed my insides in a way that I had not experienced in some time. “Kings of -”

       “Leon. Shit - I should’ve known that.”

       She returned with two fresh cups and continued the game. Kennie was fierce as she played. I was sure to find a fin on her back if I were to look. I didn’t just lose, I had my ass handed to me across three games. On my way to losing my fourth in a row, she grinned as I set down a Queen of Hearts.

       “Lyric,” she cooed. “And not the obvious!”

       I was so tempted. DAMN I WAS TEMPTED. I huffed out a breath. Fine. No Juice Newton. But… The smugness of my grin made my spirit jump.

       “I love you Queen of Hearts, tell me not to stop, just tell me where to start…”

       “No fucking way. You totally…” Her eyes were narrowed and her expression incredulous. “Did you just make that up?”

       “No. It’s Gregg Allman.”

       “Prove it.”

       Ooooh. She was about to be schooled. I nearly jumped up and ran to the wall of albums. Of course, it was not one that I listened to often, but I knew it was… somewhere. Would it have been easier just to find it on my phone? Sure. But she was rapidly proving that she was worth the tiny bit of extra effort to get her to hear what I do. My fingers paused at the thought. I had known Kennie for all of - two hours? I wanted to spend more time with her. I wanted to get to actually know her. And she did look nice in my clothes… Ew. Don’t be a creep, Jacob.

       “Found it,” I stated as I slipped the album from its spot and went to work getting it on to the right track.

       From the moment of the first notes, to the last, she listened. Really stopped everything to just hear the sound. My heart fluttered, but the urge to gloat was so strong. When she said to keep the album going once it was done, I couldn’t help the satisfaction that swelled. 

       The next hand she laid down a seven and I slapped the table. “Lyric.”

       Her gaze lowered to the table as she nodded. “Sorry - another song I heard today at work…”

       “Give it to me.”

        She grinned. “She held me oh-so- tight… Wish I didn’t know now what I didn’t know then.”

        “Bob,” I ground out with a nod. “Great song.”

        “Well, I think I should have sang Anything You Can Do (I Can Do Better),” she laughed, scooping the cards back towards her. “Five games, and you’re-”

        “Hey! You only won that last game by seventeen points.”

        I watched as smugness sank into the corner of her mouth and twinkled in her gaze. The draw to her was akin to being grabbed by the front of my shirt and slammed into a wall and asking for more. A look to the clock made me realize it was nearly two in the morning and she was in step with me. Not a stitch of tiredness anywhere. Well. I mean. The best I could tell since I barely knew her.

       “Tired of cards?” I asked as she set the deck to the side.

        “Tired of you losing in cards,” she quipped.

        “Ouch.”

        We settled on fresh cups of coffee and the couch. She quietly scrolled through her phone. No. I needed anything but this - this inattentiveness. A withdrawal when I wanted… Oooh. Stop. Not about you. Give her a moment. You know, you could be checking to see if Josh or Sam checked in. Maybe Mom had a few new posts on her feed… 

      Before I knew it, I was drawn in. Josh and Cal were splashed all over Mom’s feed - making cookies, hiking through the stores, cozy cuddles with Mom and Dad. Sam, on the other hand, was quiet. He was down in Austin working with an outfit that could merge his small firm with a larger group. 

      The glow of the TV caught me off guard. “Lyric,” she said with an eyebrow raised. “Sing me the lyric then cast it to the TV. Savvy?”

      God this woman… That deserved something different. The infinite possibilities stretched out before me, but one shone above the others and was perfect for her, for this moment. I pulled up the song first, playing it, maybe edging her a little bit only to be rewarded with a mischievous smile and swipe of her hand.

      “Like a fool, I went and stayed too long; Now I’m wondering if your love is strong; signed sealed delivered, I’m yours!”

       She nearly squealed out Stevie’s name as the song started up. “Love that man!”

      We listened to the song for a minute before she stretched out, smiling like a ray of sunshine. “So, why pirates?”

      “Why do I like pirates?” I asked, making sure I heard her right. “Aside from the violence, the punishments, the perceived notion of being bad and unlawful, I feel that they were the example that men can govern themselves without artificial rank, wealth, and religious norms that dictate that they were not normal. They were all violent outsiders, to be sure, but the violence stemmed from such rigid and demeaning expectations of any man or woman.”

        She paused in her bop to the tune and looked at me. 

        “Oh, and the swords and pistols are pretty cool.”

        She smacked my arm. “Here I thought you were honestly intelligent for that take. Shesh. Such a boy.”

        A few songs later, I crossed my arms when I realized that I had indeed taken over. “Lyric.”

       “About time,” she cooed. “Sweet dreams ‘til sunbeams find you; sweet dreams that leave all your worries behind… But in your dreams, whatever they may be…”

        “Dream a little dream of me,” I finished. I couldn’t help it.

        We went back and forth, sharing music, sharing stories of each other. All the while, her presence was a comfort. She was a warmth. An absolute beacon. One moment, she was like talking to an old friend. The next moment, it was like she was the girl in my dreams that no others could be compared. And all this while - well, at least for six weeks, she had been right next door. Amazing.

         The cushion on the couch dipped and the pillows shifted, bringing me out of my haze. Somehow, I had fallen asleep. Perhaps only moments. I looked at the clock and it was closing in on 6:30. Golden light, pinked up by the sun, was tapping at the windows. Kennie was not where I had remembered her being. Sitting up too quickly, my phone went flying. With my heart in my throat and panic in my belly, I nearly tripped over the coffee table in my search for her.

       “You okay?” she asked from the dining room.

       She stood before the huge bay window, arms folded across her middle. Relief poured through me as I shook off the embarrassment that crisped my edges. 

        “Been a while since I was able to just stop and watch this,” she said, voice soft as she turned herself back to the window.

        “The sunrise?”

        She nodded as I moved to her side. My breath was jumbled in my throat as she grew still. “It’s beautiful.”

        “Lyric?”

        My cheeks warmed as those gold flecked eyes met mine. I inhaled sharply and my gut told me to take the chance. “Kiss me once, then kiss me twice, it’s been a long, long time… Haven’t felt like this, my dear, since I can’t remember when; it’s been a long, long time…”

        Her lips pursed just as the sunlight began to creep across the backyard. A gentle laugh that sounded like bells touched me. “You know, if this wasn’t real life, I’d say we somehow fell into a musical.”

       I laughed with her. Though I wanted to see this sunrise, the light was coming from her and only her. I blew out a breath and put my heart on my sleeve. “Kennie. I know it’s been a rough night, but would you care to join me tonight for dinner. Promise that it won’t be at Bubba Bob’s.”

        She giggled. She outright giggled and my soul flew at the sound. Kennie turned to me, her smile so wide that her teeth were visible. She placed her hand on my cheek while bringing herself closer to me. My heart hitched as she placed a kiss to the scruff on my cheek.

       “I would like that, Jake. It’s a date.”

Thank you @seenoversundown and @edgingthedarkness for bearing with me on this one - I've been dealing with some very worrisome writer's block. And also to @takenbythemadness for help with a song or three. lol

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[seenoversundown]

Somewhere

Josh Kiszka x Harper (Gender Neutral OC)

Warnings: FLUFFFFFF & some gentle flirty bullying

Word Count: 1.6k

Author's Note: just a sweet little thing for our sweet little man 🥰

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Harper POV 

Nothing about Valentine's Day sounded appealing this year. 

Josh and I have been together for a little over a year, but he ended up having to move for a job and now we only get to see each other every few weeks. Unfortunately for us both, this was not a weekend he could swing. 

Him being the way he is insisted we would make the best of it, promising to spend as much time as we could on Facetime so at minimum, we were looking at each other. 

“I know it isn’t as good as being in person,” he sighed. “But, at least it’s something?”

I have spent the past few days trying not to be bummed out but when our group of friends invited me to a local carnival that night, I knew I would be the only one without their partner. So, I graciously declined.. privately in a message to the girl who invited us. I don’t want the pity from the rest of our groupchat. 

It being the day before, I went about my typical routine; wake up, drink the biggest mug of coffee, mentally prepare myself for work, and then get dressed and leave. Generally speaking, Josh and I would text throughout the day and then call or facetime once we’re both finally home for the evening. 

Work felt endless— possibly because I knew what was to come when I got home. Or knowing I had the next day off, regardless of the fact I would just be at home. Alone. I’m not usually this bitter, especially over a Hallmark holiday, but it had been a couple weeks since I had seen Josh in person and it had definitely started to wear on me. 

At least I’ll be graced with his sweet smile all day tomorrow. 

Pulling into my driveway, I let out a deep sigh. Quickly grabbing all my things and making my way to the door. Wiggling my key into the doorknob, it’s unlocked? I stare at my door for a second, trying to decide if I forgot to lock it when I left or if I’m about to meet my maker. 

“Hello?” My voice shakes as I open my front door, creeping through it slowly. Not seeing anything or anyone, but noticing the light is on in my kitchen. 

My hallway has never felt longer than in this moment. 

As I’m about to come around the corner, a voice startles me. 

“Well hi there,” Josh’s voice rings through my empty house. Leant against the counter, a smug little smile on his lips. 

My jaw drops, and I look around for a moment but my attention falls back on him. 

“Wait-“ I start, setting my things down on the island. “How? Your car isn’t here?” Walking straight into him, wrapping my arms around him tightly. 

His chest shakes with a laugh, “I parked at Jake’s and he dropped me off.” 

“Oh my god,” I breathe out, leaning back and touching his face. “Hi.” 

“Hey,” he whispered, as his plump lips found mine. “I couldn’t go another week before coming back, so I moved some things around.” 

“I missed you,” I tell him, pecking his lips. “I’m so,” kiss, “glad,” kiss, “you could be here,” kiss, kiss, kiss. 

His laugh in between kisses made my heart flutter, managing to get out, “I missed you too.”

We spent the rest of the evening glued to each other. Cooking dinner practically holding hands and falling into the couch to put on whatever shitty movie we could find, because we weren’t going to watch it anyway. 

❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Waking up with Josh meant staying tangled up in the sheets for a while. Our visits were so few and far between, that we would soak up any chance we had to just be. 

“We should probably get up soon,” he mumbles, his voice still laced with sleep. “Need to make sure you're fed and caffeinated for later.” 

“What are we doing?” I ask, propping myself up on an elbow to look at him. 

His hand brushing my hair out of my face, “Well, we were invited to the carnival, no?” 

“I told Kira we wouldn’t make it,” I cringe as it leaves my mouth. 

He smiles even wider, “Good thing I let her know the moment I got my work stuff sorted out.” 

Falling dramatically into the pillow, I let out, “How are all of you so good at secrets?!” 

“Is it that we’re good at secrets or that you, my love, are not the most observant sometimes?” 

Gasping at his comment and smacking him with a rogue pillow, I just watch as he dies from laughter. Shaking my head when I say, “You’re lucky you’re pretty, Joshua.” 

Hours later, finally dressed, fed, and caffeinated, we head over to where the carnival is. Josh insisted on driving us since he technically agreed to the plans. And to be frank, I’ll never turn down the opportunity to watch his performance whenever we’re in the car. 

Approximately four show tunes later, including a dance number, we made it. 

“You know,” he says as we’re getting out of the car. “More people should get on the West Side Story train, is all I’m saying.” 

“Josh, honey, we all have enjoyed West Side Story..” my voice trailed off. “When we were in fourth grade..” 

He stops dead in his tracks, holding a hand out toward me, “Harper, I need you to put that back in your mouth.” 

Not the government name. Throwing my hands up, “My bad.” 

“That’s fucking right, you’re bad!” He barks out, a smirk on his face. Wrapping his arm around my shoulders as we walk towards the entrance, I listen to every single reason why West Side Story is a perfectly fine musical. 

All of our friends waited at the entrance for us so we could say hello, but nature's way will always take over, which means we all just paired off once we got inside. 

“Where to first?” He rasps, squeezing my hand gently. 

Gazing around at all the lights from the rides and food booths, the sounds of children laughing, the smell of fresh popcorn. 

“Whatever sounds fun to you,” I tell him, looking over. “I’m just happy you’re here.”

And it’s true— I would gladly follow Josh around all night doing whatever it is that he wants because it means I get to be with him. 

We wandered around for a while, hand in hand, just weighing out what our options were. Finding somewhere to grab a beer to share, neither one of us wanted to drink too much before Josh inevitably dragged me onto a ride. 

It’s not that I don’t like rides, but the fact these carnival rides can be put together in like an hour doesn’t sit well with me. He’s just lucky I love him enough to muscle through it. 

“You would pick the most terrifying option,” I let out under my breath. 

His hand squeezing mine, “Guess you’ll just have to sit close.” 

Looking up at the rickety ferris wheel, trying to not panic at the possibilities. He just tugs me along, still humming that one Officer Krupke song from the car. 

When it's finally our turn, Josh death grips my hand as I step into the middle of the pod-seat-thing, sitting as close to him as I could. If I could be in his skin, I would be.

“See it’s not that bad,” he says, his arm stretched out behind me. 

My body tense as can be, my head slowly turns to him as we slow to a complete halt at the very top of the wheel.

“Okay so I have bad timing,” he laughs. “Though while we’re trapped up here.” 

“Can you not say trapped while we’re a million feet in the air?” I ask, slightly panicked. 

He smiles and his hand creeps down onto my shoulder, “I have been withholding information.” 

My eyebrows shot up. The air is silent somehow, but only for a second when I bark out, “Continue?” 

“What if I told you that—“ he starts, pausing for the drama as usual. “I’ll be able to work remotely as of next month..” 

“Like full time?” 

He nods, “I may have to go in every so often, but I’d have clear warning.. which means..” 

If I could jump up from this seat, I’d be in the stars. 

“Oh my god,” I let out, my hands coming up to cover my mouth. “You can live here?” 

He grabs my hands, littering kisses across my knuckles. “That’s right, baby. I’ll be able to pester you all the time.” 

My heart feels like it could explode. We both knew that when Josh took the job, that he would be traveling a lot, but neither of us really knew what to expect when it came to managing our relationship alongside it. Endless FaceTime calls and a constant stream of texts, but it’ll all be over in a mere few weeks. 

“Move in with me,” I blurt out. 

And for the first time in our relationship, I think he was speechless. 

“Seriously?” 

I hesitate, but the smile creeps onto my face, “Dead serious.” 

His hands hold the sides of my face as he plants the sweetest kiss against my lips. A feeling that will never get old. Mumbling, “Okay, let’s do it then.” 

The wheel starts to slow down with us near the top, yet again. But we’re too busy to notice. 

“I love you,” I laugh out against him. 

He pulls back, looking at me, “I love you, too.” 

Settling back into the seat, we stared off into the distance since we were “trapped” again. Enjoying the quiet as I tuck myself under his arm, until his pipes up after a few minutes. 

“And you thought today would be terrible.” 

I’ve never been happier to be wrong. 

❤️ ❤️ ❤️

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Daringly Yours

My submission for @seenoversundown 's Valentine's Day Writing Event! 

I choose the playing truth or dare prompt for Josh because well, Josh playing truth or dare sounds like so much fun!

Summary: 

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x M!OC

Word Count: 3547

Warnings: again - silly, goofy, good times, tooth rotting fluff and love. Maybe a bit of comedic dancing…

Author's note: I hope you have as much fun reading this one as I did writing it! I laughed until I cried…. Happy Valentines' Day, Enjoy! 

The candles flickered, casting long shadows on the walls, their glow blending with the warm string lights draped across our small living room. The scent of cinnamon and melted chocolate lingered in the air from the fondue we had abandoned on the table. Outside, the city hummed faintly, the world still moving, but in here, it was just us.

Josh sat cross-legged on the floor, shuffling a deck of homemade cards, his fingers quick and practiced. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and he wore one of my hoodies, hanging  over his frame in a way that made me want to grab him and never let go. He looked up at me with a mischievous smirk. “You’re going down, Avery.”

I leaned back against the couch, stretching my arms behind my head. “Oh, is that so?” Josh nodded, placing the stack of cards between us on the coffee table. “You do realize I have an undefeated record in this game, right?” I scoffed. “Last time, you chickened out of skinny-dipping in the ocean. That was an automatic loss.” “That was in December, Josh! The water was basically ice.” “Still counts.”

He rolled his eyes but grinned. “Alright, let’s settle this once and for all.” He gestured dramatically to the stack. “You’re up first.” I reached forward, flipping the first card. Truth. Josh’s eyes gleamed as he thought of a question. “Okay. What’s something you were nervous to tell me when we first started dating?” I hesitated for a moment, running my fingers through my hair. “Honestly?” I exhaled a soft laugh. “I was terrified of messing up—of not being enough for you.” Josh’s expression softened. “Avery, you’ve always been enough.”

I smiled, squeezing his hand. “Yeah, but you’re - you. You’re confident and put-together and so goddamn handsome, and I was just this guy who couldn’t believe someone like you would look at me twice.” Josh scoffed. “Avery, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I knew it then, and I know it now.” I turned my palm up, lacing my fingers with his. “Your turn.”

Josh drew a card. Dare. His eyes flicked over the words, and suddenly he burst out laughing. “Oh, this is evil.” “What?” I grinned. “What does it say?” He cleared his throat dramatically. “I dare you… to send your mom a text saying, ‘I have something important to tell you. I’ll call you in five minutes.’” I nearly choked on my drink. “No way. She’ll have a heart attack!” Josh waggled his eyebrows. “That’s the point.”

I groaned, grabbing my phone. “I swear, if she drives here in a panic…” I typed the message and hit send. Within seconds, three dots appeared on the screen. Josh cackled. “Oh, she’s already panicking. This is gold.” “You’re a menace.” “You love me.” “Unfortunately.” I winked, watching as he reached for another card. Truth. I smirked. “Alright, what’s your biggest secret Valentine’s Day fantasy?”

Josh tilted his head, thinking for a moment. “Honestly?” His voice softened. “I’ve always thought it would be romantic to just… disappear for the day. No phones, no social media, just us. Maybe rent a little cabin in the woods, cook together, dance in the kitchen, stay up all night talking.” My heart swelled. “That’s your dream Valentine’s Day?” He nodded. “Simple. Just you and me.”

I reached into my pocket, fingers brushing against the folded piece of paper I had been waiting to give him all night. “Well,” I said, pulling it out and sliding it across the table, “I may have had the same idea.” Josh hesitated before picking up the paper and unfolding it. His eyes widened as he read the words.  

PACK A BAG. WE LEAVE IN THE MORNING.                                         He looked up at me, his deep brown eyes shining. “You… you booked a cabin?”I grinned. “Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.”

 For once, Josh was speechless. Then, in one swift motion, he lunged forward, knocking me back onto the couch, kissing me so fiercely I barely had time to laugh. “Best. Game. Ever.” He whispered against my lips. I was about to agree when my phone buzzed violently between us.I groaned. “Oh god. My mom.” Josh laughed breathlessly. “You better call her before she shows up at our door with an ambulance.”

Sighing, I grabbed my phone and stepped into the other room to calm my mother down. When I returned, Josh was holding another card. “We’re not done playing yet,” he teased. I shook my head, flopping down beside him. “Fine. Let’s see what you’ve got.” He flipped a card. Dare. A slow grin spread across his face. “Oh, you are so doomed.” I raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

He held up the card dramatically. “I dare you… to give me your best attempt at a lap dance.” I burst out laughing. “Absolutely not.” “Oh, come on! No skipping. You made the rules.” “I was an idiot when I made them.” Josh sat back, arms crossed. “Rules are rules, babe.”

I groaned but stood up, dramatically cracking my knuckles. “Fine. But you brought this upon yourself.” Josh leaned back against the couch, looking far too smug for his own good. “Oh, I am so ready for this.” I pulled out my phone, scrolling through my music, and hit play on the most ridiculous, over-the-top song I could think of—"Pony" by Ginuwine. The moment the sultry beat kicked in, Josh’s confidence faltered. He straightened up, eyes going wide. “Oh my god.”

I strutted forward, rolling my hips like a malfunctioning wind-up toy, flipping my imaginary long hair over my shoulder. Josh was already wheezing with laughter, covering his mouth as I turned around and attempted to drop it low - but my knees cracked so loud, I half-expected the dead to stir and ask me to keep it down.. “Oh no—” I gasped, barely making it back up before disaster struck.

Josh was dying. He clutched his stomach, tears in his eyes. “I— I can’t breathe—” But I wasn’t done yet. No, I was committed. I turned back to him, throwing one leg onto his lap with the confidence of a man who had zero reason to be confident. “You like that?” I purred—except it came out like a voice crack in the middle of puberty.

Josh was wheezing. “STOP—” “Uh-uh.” I shook my head, pressing a dramatic finger to his lips. “No interruptions.” Then I went for the hip thrusts. Oh god, the hip thrusts. They were wildly offbeat, completely out of sync with the song. The beat dropped, smooth and sultry—and I thrust forward half a second too late, then tried to catch up, which just made it worse.

Josh lost it. He threw his head back, gasping for air. “WHY ARE YOU-SO-OFF BEAT?” But I wasn’t even listening anymore. No, I was too busy singing along. The wrong part. Off-key. Loudly. "JUMP ON IT! LET’S DO IT!" I belted, not realizing that part hadn’t even come up yet. Josh was now full-on cackling, clutching his stomach as he fell sideways against the couch. “OH MY GOD-STOP-YOU’RE BUTCHERING IT-”

I grinned, running my hands down my own chest like I was in some tragic off-off-off-Broadway production. “You don’t get to critique this art, Joshua.” Then, as if the gods of embarrassment weren’t satisfied, my thigh cramped. Hard. I yelped mid-thrust, body jerking in a way that could only be described as an exorcism.

Josh completely collapsed. He fell off the couch, gasping for air between wheezes. “I-CAN’T-THIS IS-” I grabbed my thigh, grimacing. “I THINK I PULLED SOMETHING-” Josh, still on the floor, barely managed to lift his head, tears streaming down his face. “Best. Dare. Ever.”

I hobbled toward him, mock-glaring. “You’re dead to me.” He grinned up at me, eyes shining with pure joy. “Oh, babe. You love me.” I sighed dramatically, collapsing beside him. “Unfortunately.” Josh just laughed, wiping his eyes. “That was so bad. That was… historically bad.” He leaned back against the couch, eyeing me with that mischievous grin I knew all too well. "You know, I’m starting to think you’re just pretending to be bad at dancing."

I raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me? That was a masterpiece of uncoordinated grace." He snorted. "Masterpiece? You looked like a baby giraffe trying to walk for the first time." "Oh, you did not just compare me to a giraffe." I shoved him playfully, watching as he laughed, his whole body shaking with the effort.

"I had to, Avery," Josh said, still laughing. "The way you were moving—honestly, I thought you'd trip over your own feet and knock over the lamp. But you didn’t. That’s some kind of skill right there." "That’s called ‘survival instinct,’ thank you very much." I shot him a grin, leaning in close to nudge his shoulder. "You’re just mad because my performance was better than anything you could ever pull off."

He raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge in his eyes. "Is that so? You’re on." "Wait, what are we doing now?" I asked, a little wary as he stood up and took a step back. "New challenge," Josh said, a spark in his eyes. "You think you're the better dancer? Prove it. I dare you to a dance-off." "Seriously?" I laughed. "A dance-off? You realize the only way I’m winning that is if I trip and fall into you, right?" He crossed his arms. "I’m not backing down now. You made the claim, so let’s see it. I’m gonna destroy you." I shot him a teasing smile and stood up. "Alright, let’s go then, big shot."

I hit play on the most ridiculous song I could think of this time: “I Will Survive.” As the opening chords blared through the speakers, I struck a dramatic pose, then broke into the most exaggerated, over-the-top version of a disco dance move I could muster. Josh raised his eyebrows, clearly taken aback by the sudden change in energy, but he quickly recovered. "Okay, okay," he said, stepping toward me. "You think you’re smooth with that move? Watch this."

Before I could blink, he started doing what could only be described as a combination of break dancing and pure chaos. His foot was tapping to the beat in some kind of rhythm that made no sense, and his arms were flailing as if he was trying to catch a fly. I couldn’t stop laughing. “Josh, are you... are you okay?” “Just wait. I’m getting warmed up,” he said with a wink, clearly in his element now.

I put my hands on my hips, pretending to judge. “Not bad, not bad, but I’m pretty sure you just insulted the song. Let me show you how it’s really done.” He smirked and sat back down on the couch, folding his arms with mock disinterest. “Go ahead. Show me how it’s really done, Avery.” I danced toward him, spinning around and performing an impressively ridiculous move that made him choke on a laugh.

“You’re going down,” I teased, watching as his eyes softened, full of affection beneath the playful challenge. He was still laughing as he wiped tears from his eyes. “That was the best Valentine’s Day gift you could’ve given me.” I caught my breath, pulling him against my chest. “Well, you can look forward to an encore at the cabin.” I murmured against the top of his head. “Oh god, please no.” he chuckled. “You love me.” I whispered causing Josh to grin as he tilted his head up to meet my gaze. “Yeah,” he said softly. “I really do.”

The game was completely forgotten, we stayed curled up on the couch, wrapped in the warmth of each other, the candlelight flickering around us. And I realized that I’d never be able to get enough of these moments like this—the two of us, lost in laughter and comfort, no need for grand gestures because our simple love was more than enough.

“Remember when we went to that ridiculous ice cream shop on our first date?” Josh asked out of nowhere. I grinned, squeezing him tighter. “How could I forget? You spilled chocolate syrup all over my shirt.” He groaned, covering his face with his hands. “I was so embarrassed. I thought for sure you were going to run away screaming.” “And yet, here we are,” I teased. “Still together.”

Josh smiled softly, resting his head on my chest. “You make me feel like I’m home. Even with the chocolate syrup disasters.” I pressed a kiss to his forehead, my heart full. “You’re my home, Josh. Always.” And in that moment, it was like the whole world faded away. Just the two of us, tangled up in this love that had grown and bloomed through all the quiet moments and silly memories. The ones that no one else would understand but us.

“We really have been through a lot together, haven’t we?” Josh said softly, breaking the comfortable silence. I nodded. “Yeah. We have. And I wouldn’t change a thing.” He looked up at me, a playful glint still in his eyes. “Even the lap dance?” I snorted. “Especially the lap dance.” I laughed again, his eyes softening with affection. “I love you, Avery.” “I love you more,” I whispered back. The game, the dare, the cabin—none of it mattered anymore. Because right here, right now, it was just us. And that was all I needed. 

[seenoversundown]

Love in Ink

My submission for @seenoversundown 's Valentine's Day Writing Event! 

I chose the love notes prompt, because I just think that it's absolutely perfect for Jake. 

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x F! OC

Word Count: 2,540

Warnings: none honestly, tooth rotting sweetness….

Author's note: I hope you enjoy this sweet little one shot that had me crying as I wrote it. Oh, to have a love like this…. 

Happy Valentines' Day, Enjoy! 

    

I found his note tucked between the pages of my book, the one I kept on my nightstand. The moment my fingers brushed against the folded paper, my heart raced. Even before I opened it, I knew it was from him. Jake.

Lana, I hope you slept well. I had the strangest dream about us dancing under streetlights in Paris. Maybe one day, we’ll make it a reality. Until then, know that I love you. — Jake

I smiled, pressing the note against my lips before slipping it into the shoebox beneath my bed—the one filled with every love note he had ever left me. We’d been doing this for years now, and every note felt like a treasure. Some of the paper was faded, edges curling with time, but the words still felt fresh, alive.

It had started as a game between us, one we never talked about out loud but played without fail. I’d leave a note for him in his coffee cup, and he’d slip one into my jacket pocket. I’d scrawl one on a napkin and leave it on his desk, and he’d write his in the condensation on the bathroom mirror. Each note was a little piece of our hearts, a whisper of love in ink. Some days, the notes were simple: Don’t forget to eat today. I love you. Other times, they were filled with poetry, stolen lyrics, or half-finished thoughts that somehow felt more complete with time. They were our secret language, a way to say all the things we felt without speaking them aloud. But there was something about this one that felt different. The way he wrote about Paris. About dreams. About love.

That night, as I lay in bed, I thought about us, about how we started. I had been in college, and he was just starting out at the music store. A time when we were both a little younger, a little more uncertain. I still remember the coffee shop where we met, how we had sat across from each other without speaking, just trading glances until one of us was brave enough to break the silence. I didn’t know it then, but it would change everything. Jake was the one to speak first. “Are you always this serious?” he had asked, stirring his coffee with a slow, thoughtful motion. I had looked up from my book, startled that he had noticed me. “I’m not serious,” I said. “Just lost in thought.” 

“What are you thinking about?” I didn’t know why, but I told him the truth. “How the right words can change everything.” Jake smiled at that, and before I knew it, we had spent the next three hours talking about everything and nothing. He had a way of making conversation feel effortless, turning the simplest words into something worth remembering. We talked about our dreams, our favorite books, our love for music, and somehow, it was all connected. I had felt like I had known him forever. And now, here we were, years later, still writing each other notes, still finding new ways to say, “I love you.”

The next morning, I left my own note in his favorite book, right where I knew he would find it.

Jake, One day, we’ll dance in Paris, in the rain, in the middle of a song only we can hear. But until then, meet me under the stars at 8? -Lana

I wasn’t sure what it was about the idea of Paris that had become so symbolic for us. Maybe it was the romance, the promise of something grand and magical. But more than that, it was the idea of making memories that were only ours. Paris was a dream, but the love we shared—well, that was real. He found it, of course. I knew because when I arrived at our spot—the small park by the lake, where the city lights barely reached - he was already there, waiting for me. The soft murmur of the city was drowned out by the sound of the water lapping against the shore. The stars above us twinkled, as if they were in on our secret.

Jake was wearing his old worn out sweatshirt from my college, from when we first began dating. I had gotten it for him as a joke, but he has worn it lovingly and almost threadbare ever since. He looked up as I approached, a soft smile on his lips. In his hand was another note, neatly folded. He pressed it into my palm, his fingers lingering against mine.

Lana, Even if we never make it to Paris, I’d still choose you. Every time. -Jake

I looked at him, the golden glow of the streetlamps casting soft light on his face, and I knew there was nowhere else I’d rather be. “I mean it,” he whispered. “I know,” I murmured, as he brushed a strand of hair from my face. “Me too.”

Jake leaned down and kissed me then, the night wind wrapping around us, carrying our love notes into forever. Our lips met gently at first, as if testing the waters, but soon it became a deeper connection. As if we were both saying everything we had left unsaid through that kiss. The world around us faded, and for a moment, it was just the two of us. No one else, nothing else mattered.

The notes didn’t stop. If anything, they became more frequent, more intricate. Jake started leaving them in unexpected places—tucked inside my sock drawer, slipped into my purse, scrawled on a sticky note and hidden inside my car’s sun visor. Each one was a reminder that he was thinking of me, that he loved me in all the quiet ways that mattered.

One day, I slipped a note inside Jake’s lunch bag for work.

Jake, I know today is a long one for you. But when you get home, there will be a surprise waiting. I love you. -Lana

I spent the entire day wondering if he had found it. My mind raced through a dozen possibilities as the day went on as I prepared what I had planned for us. By the time I knew he was on his way back to our apartment, my excitement was almost unbearable. When he walked through the door that evening, our apartment was filled with candles, their warm glow casting flickering shadows against the walls. A record played softly in the background—one of his favorites, a blues album we usually listened to on Sunday mornings. And there, in the middle of the room I stood, holding out another note.

Jake, I couldn’t wait for Paris. Dance with me now? -Lana

He laughed, shaking his head, but I was already pulling him toward me, already swaying to the music. The soft melody wrapped around us as he held me close, my body fitting against his as though we were two puzzle pieces finally coming together.

We danced right there, between the couch and the coffee table, with the scent of vanilla candles filling the air and the world outside fading away. It felt like we had created our own world, a world where it was just us and the music, the soft rhythm of our hearts in sync with the beat. And for a moment, it felt like Paris. Maybe not in the physical sense, but in the way that we were sharing something special, something no one else could understand.

Life wasn’t always perfect. There were arguments, moments of doubt, nights where silence stretched between us. But the notes never stopped. Even after our worst fights, there would always be a note waiting somewhere. One night, after a particularly difficult argument, I found one tucked under my pillow.

Lana, I’m still mad at you. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you. It never will. -Jake

I had stared at it for a long time before walking into the living room, where he was on the couch, pretending to watch tv. I knew we needed time, but the note was a reminder that no matter what, our love was constant. Without a word, I sat beside him and placed a note in his lap.

Jake, I’m sorry. And I love you too. -Lana

He looked at it, then at me. His eyes softened along with mine, and just like that, we were okay again. Sometimes, it was these small moments, the ones where we didn’t have to speak, that meant the most. Years passed, but the notes remained. On the morning of our wedding, I placed one waiting for him inside the pocket of his suit.

Jake, I can’t wait to marry you. See you at the altar. -Lana

And later, on our honeymoon, he left one on my pillow.

Lana, We made it. And I would choose you, in every lifetime. -Jake

I kept that note in my purse for years. Even as we grew older, even as life changed around us, the notes never stopped. They were a constant, like the love we had for each other. On the day we found out we were expecting our first child, I left a note for him on the fridge.

Jake, I hope she has your eyes. Or maybe your heart. But either way, she will be so loved. -Lana

And when she was born, he left one tucked into my hospital bag.

Lana, She’s perfect. And so are you. -Jake

I cried when I read it.

The days after our daughter was born were a blur of sleepless nights, quiet lullabies, and whispered words of love. Jake took to fatherhood effortlessly, cradling her in his arms as if he had been born to do it. I watched him trace circles on her tiny back, his voice low and soothing as he hummed a melody neither of us recognized but felt like home.

The notes continued, though now they weren’t just for me. Jake would leave them in the pages of bedtime stories, tucked into her tiny shoes, hidden beneath her pillow. Some were simple: “Daddy loves you.” Others were playful, little riddles or sketches meant to make her giggle. She cherished them just as much as I did. One morning, when she was four, I found her with one of his notes clutched in her tiny fingers. “Did Daddy write you something special?” I asked. She nodded, her eyes wide with wonder. “It says I’m his sunshine.” My heart swelled as I kissed the top of her head. “That’s because you are.”

As the years passed, our daughter grew, and so did the love within our home. Life was busy, filled with school drop-offs, scraped knees, music recitals, and whispered bedtime stories. Through it all, Jake and I never stopped leaving notes. It was our way of anchoring ourselves to each other, of reminding ourselves that no matter how chaotic life became, our love remained steady.

One day, when our daughter was a teenager, she caught me tucking a note into Jake’s jacket pocket. “You guys still do that?” she asked, amusement in her voice. “Always,” I said, smiling. She tilted her head, considering. “Is that why you and Dad are still so in love?” I reached for her hand and squeezed it. “It’s one of the reasons.” She looked thoughtful before disappearing into her room. Later that night, I saw her slip a folded piece of paper onto Jake’s nightstand. My heart swelled when I realized she was carrying on our tradition. Life, as it does, continued to change. Our daughter grew up and left for college, and the house felt quieter without her. Jake and I adjusted to this new chapter, finding comfort in slow mornings and long walks. The notes never stopped.

One evening, as we sat together on the porch, Jake handed me a slip of paper.

Lana,  Even after all these years, my favorite story is still ours.  -Jake

I laughed softly. “We really have a lifetime of notes, don’t we?” He reached for my hand, lacing our fingers together. “And a lifetime of love.”

The years continued to pass. There were hardships—loss, illnesses, difficult days—but through it all, we held onto each other. No matter what life threw our way, we always found a way back to the love we had built, to the simple magic of ink on paper. When our granddaughter was born, Jake left a note in the tiny crib beside her.

Welcome to the world, little one. You are so loved.  -Grandpa

I watched as our daughter found the note, tears in her eyes as she smiled. “She’ll have a box of them before she even knows how to read,” she said with a laugh. “Just carrying on tradition,” Jake replied with a wink.

Now, sitting on the porch all these years later, I turned to Jake, handing him the first note he had ever given me.

Lana,  One day, we’ll dance in Paris, in the rain, in the middle of a song only we can hear. -Jake

He looked at it, then at me, his eyes soft with love. “We never did make it to Paris,” I murmured. He squeezed my hand, smiling. “Maybe not,” he said. “But we danced, didn’t we?” I rested my head against his shoulder. “Yeah. We did.” As the sun dipped below the horizon, I pulled out one last note, one I had written just for him.

Jake,  Loving you has been my greatest adventure.  -Lana

He looked at it for a long moment before whispering, “Every time.” And in that quiet, golden hour, with a lifetime of love behind us and whatever time we had left ahead, we sat together, knowing that no matter where life took us, our love - our story, would always be written in ink.

As the years passed, we held onto each other through every twist and turn of life. But time, as it always does, moved forward, and one day, it carried me away. Jake sat on the same porch where we had once shared our dreams, his fingers trembling slightly as he held a small slip of paper. The house felt emptier without my laughter, without the quiet rustling of pages as I tucked away his notes. But even in the silence, he still wrote to me.

On a crisp autumn morning, with golden leaves drifting through the air, Jake made his way to the cemetery. He traced my name on the headstone, his touch lingering over the carved letters as if he could still feel me there. And then, with careful reverence, he pulled out a note—the last one he would ever leave for me.

Lana, You were my always. My forever. My greatest love. Wait for me. I’ll be there soon. —Jake

He placed it gently beside the flowers, the wind catching its edges, as if carrying the words to me. He closed his eyes and let the memory of us fill the quiet—our laughter, our whispered confessions, the way our love had always been written in ink. And as the sun set behind him, painting the sky in soft hues of gold and violet, Jake smiled. It wouldn’t be long now. Our story wasn’t over. Not yet. Not ever.

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Clues to Us

My submission for @seenoversundown 's Valentine's Day Writing Event! 

I chose the scavenger hunt prompt for Sam, because well it is Sam and I think that just seems like an adventure he would enjoy!

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x F!OC

Word Count: 2,130

Warnings: honestly - absolutely none, these were purposefully kept sweet and PG

Author's note: Happy Valentines' Day, Enjoy! 

Valentine’s Day had always been a bit… cliche. The overpriced dinners, the overly expensive roses, the chocolates that no one ever ate. It all just screamed corporate greed if you asked me. In past relationships, I’d always dreaded the day. Too much pressure. Too many expectations. But then there was Ella.

Ella was different. She made everything fun, no matter how mundane. And when she told me she had something special planned for us this Valentine’s Day, my skepticism melted away. She was the kind of person who could turn anything into an adventure, and I loved her for it.

It was the morning of Valentine’s, and I was still trying to make sense of the vague text she sent me a few hours ago.

"Get ready for the best scavenger hunt of your life. Don’t try to guess it. Trust me. You’ll find out soon enough. Meet me at the usual spot at 10:00 AM. xo, Ella."

Usual spot? That could mean any number of places. We had a lot of special spots. But knowing Ella, the hunt would be at one of them. I smiled to myself as I got ready. Whatever this scavenger hunt was going to be, it was sure to be something unforgettable. I arrived at our usual spot—a quaint little coffee shop we’d first stumbled upon a year ago—and found Ella waiting outside, looking as beautiful as ever in her red scarf and coat, her blonde hair tucked underneath a beanie. She was holding an envelope in her hands and grinning from ear to ear.

"Hey there," I greeted, walking up to her and planting a kiss on her cheek. She handed me the envelope without saying a word, and I gave her a confused look before tearing it open. Inside was a neatly folded piece of paper. I opened it, and the first thing that caught my eye was the bold, handwritten text: "Happy Valentine’s Day, Sam. Your adventure starts now." Beneath it, there was a clue written in verse:

"To begin the hunt, you'll need a map,But not one you'll find in a typical place.Look for the spot where we shared our first laugh,And the next clue will be in that space."

I read it over twice, my mind racing. First laugh? The first time we laughed together? That had to be our favorite park. As I jogged toward the swing set, the sound of the wind through the trees and the fresh scent of grass took him back to that perfect afternoon in the park. The sun had been warm on my skin, and the air had carried the faintest scent of earth and flowers. The swings had creaked softly as they moved in sync, but it was the sound of our laughter that had filled the space.

Ella had said something, something so effortlessly silly, and we both had burst into laughter. It was one of those moments when time felt like it paused. I could still hear her laugh in my mind, the bright, melodic sound that drew me in like a magnet. In that moment, I’d realized how different everything felt with her. I grinned at the thought of that memory.

"Got it!" I exclaimed. She raised an eyebrow, amused. "You think you’ve figured it out already?" "First laugh, park, swing set. I’m on it." Ella smirked, her eyes twinkling. “Alright, genius. I’ll meet you there, but don’t take too long. You’ve got a whole day ahead of you.” I jogged to my car, my heart beating faster now. I had no idea how elaborate this scavenger hunt would be, but knowing Ella, it would be full of surprises. The anticipation made me feel like a kid again, ready to uncover hidden treasures.

Clue 1: The Park 

I pulled up to the park where Ella and I had shared that perfect afternoon - just the two of us, laughing and talking, no worries in the world. The smell of fresh-cut grass greeted me as I stepped out of the car, and I made my way over to the swing set. It was early in the morning, and the park was almost empty, save for a few joggers in the distance. There, on the swing, was a small envelope tied to the chain. I chuckled and grabbed it, eager to see where this would take me next. Inside, there was another clue:

"You’ve done well, my dear, but there’s more to find.To the place where we first shared a kiss—so sweet, so kind.Head to the place where our hearts first beat as one,And your next clue awaits beneath the sun."

My heart skipped a beat. I knew exactly where that was. It was the bench by the fountain in the park where Ella and I had shared our first kiss. The memory was still fresh in my mind. The weather had been cooler then, a crisp breeze rustling the leaves around us, and I had been nervous. My hands shaking, my words coming out wrong. But Ella had been patient, her eyes holding mine in a way that made everything else fade away.

Then, without warning, she leaned in closer. The world around us seemed to pause as she placed her lips gently on mine. My heart was pounding in my ears. The warmth of her kiss had felt like fire and comfort all at once. I could still feel the soft press of her lips on his, the delicate curve of her body as she’d melted into me.

When we pulled apart, Ella smiled shyly, her cheeks flushed. “I thought I’d wait for you to kiss me, but I couldn’t resist.” I laughed, my heart fluttering and chest tight with emotion. “Best decision I ever made,” he had whispered. And in that instant, he had realized that they were no longer two strangers sharing space—they were two souls intertwined, moving in sync, ready to face whatever came next. With a grin on my face, I headed toward the fountain.

Clue 2: The Fountain 

As I reached the fountain, I noticed a small, folded piece of paper tucked under the stone bench. I grabbed it eagerly and opened it up.

"Well done, Sam! You’re doing great,But you’re not there yet—no time to wait!Now to the place where we’ve had our first date,A cozy spot where we first learned to relate."

I couldn’t help but smile. Our first date had been at a little Italian restaurant downtown. I had tried my best to be charming, but I’d been so nervous, I’d spilled my drink all over the table. Ella had laughed so hard, and instead of being embarrassed, I realized that she made me feel comfortable in a way no one else ever had. It had been such a simple evening. Just dinner, some wine, and talking for hours but it was perfect. Ella and I had spent the entire night getting to know each other, and by the end of it, I was already falling for her. I knew exactly where the next clue would be.

Clue 3: The Italian Restaurant

When I arrived at the restaurant, the familiar warmth of the place enveloped me. I walked to our usual table in the corner, where the candlelight had always felt just a little too bright, but somehow, we always managed to make it work. I scanned the table and finally spotted the small envelope tucked under the salt shaker. Opening it, I read the next clue:

"You’ve been great so far, and I’m proud of you.But now it’s time for something new!Head to the place where we’ve made our plans,The spot where we talked about future spans."

The place where we had talked about the future? That could only mean one thing - our little park bench by the lake. We’d spent hours there talking about everything, our hopes, our dreams, the things we wanted in life. Ella had been the first person I’d ever really imagined a future with, and somehow, she felt like home. I left the restaurant, my mind swirling with thoughts of her and what was to come.

Clue 4: The Lake

I arrived at the lake, the calm water reflecting the early afternoon sky. There, just like I had expected, was another envelope, tucked under the bench where we had talked for hours. Inside, the note read:

"Sam, you’ve come so far, and now, it’s time.But there’s one more stop on this journey of rhyme.To the place where we first said ‘I love you,’The place where our hearts became forever true."

My heart clenched in my chest as I read those words. The place where we had first said "I love you"? That was the hardest part of this scavenger hunt, because it was at my apartment. It was there that we had shared so many quiet, intimate moments, but it was also where we had gotten vulnerable with each other. It had been a quiet evening, one of those nights where everything felt like it was unfolding in slow motion. The light from the lamp by the couch had cast a warm glow over the room.

We had been sitting together, just talking, sharing our hopes, dreams, and even some fears. I had been hesitant to open up fully, but with Ella, it had felt impossible to keep anything inside. I had told her about my childhood, my insecurities despite being the most outgoing sibling, and how scared I had been to let anyone in.

Ella had listened, her hands gently rubbing my arm, her eyes never leaving my face. Then, in the quiet that followed, she whispered, “I love you.” It wasn’t the way I imagined hearing those words, it wasn’t some grand gesture or movie moment, but it felt more real than anything else in my life. I looked into her eyes, the words spilling from my lips without hesitation. “I love you, too.”

It was then I realized that love wasn’t just about the moments you expected. It was in the quiet, the vulnerability, the understanding—and with Ella, that love that was as deep as it was effortless. I knew the final clue would be waiting at home.

The Final Clue: Home 

When I finally stepped through the door of my apartment, I was met with the soft glow of candles scattered around the room. The scent of her favorite lavender candles filled the air, and there, on the couch, was Ella. She was holding a small box in her lap, her eyes shining with excitement. I walked over to her, a smile spreading across my face. “Is this the end of the hunt?” I asked, my voice soft. “Not quite,” she replied, her grin wide. “You still have to open your last clue.” I took the box from her hands, opened it, and found a simple note inside:

"You’ve found every clue with heart and grace,But now, Sam, look in my eyes and see my face.The hunt was never about the treasure you’d find,It was about this journey—and how you’ve been mine."

I looked up at her, and for a moment, I forgot to breathe. She was perfect. And in that moment, I realized something. The scavenger hunt had been about more than just finding clues—it had been a celebration of everything we had shared, everything that was to come. I could almost hear Ella's laughter again, feel the soft press of her lips against mine, and relive the magic of that first "I love you" in the warmth of my apartment. It was all part of our journey—a journey that had started with a simple laugh and had led me to this moment, ready to take the next step with her.

I knelt down in front of her, taking her hands in mine. “Ella,” I whispered, “I love you. I’ve loved every second of this day. And I’ll love every second of the rest of our lives together.” She smiled, her eyes bright with emotion. “I love you, too, Sam. More than words could ever say.” I reached into my pocket, my heart pounding as I pulled out a small velvet box. Ella’s breath hitched as I flipped it open, revealing the ring inside.

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Siren

Jake x Fem OC (AU)

Warnings: 18+ Smut (Minors DNI) Soft Dom (M) edging, teasing (flirting way not bullying) Hand kink, Oral (M receiving) , Penetrative sex, Cursing, Fingering (F receiving), Cute fluff and silly jokes at odd times.

Word Count: 4.2k

Author’s Note: I love these two so much 😭 Once I had the thought for them, I had to write it 🩷

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Siren (noun) 1. any of a group of female and partly human creatures in Greek mythology that lured mariners to destruction by their singing

Charlotte POV 

Opening the doors to the bar, I take a quick scan to see who else is working. Seeing that my favorite spot at the bar was open, I swiftly made my way over to claim it as mine once again. Where is he?  Nobody is behind the bar at the moment, but I can hear movement out back. 

“Helloooo, my dear!” Josh’s voice rings down the hall. 

“Oh, hi Josh, how are you?” 

“Great now that you’re here,” he starts, which seems charming to most. Still, I know what that means, “I should be off momentarily. Well, as soon as my wonderful brother finally shows up,” he says with a complacent smile plastered on his face. 

“What are you and Quinn doing for the evening?” I ask. 

“I let Quinn decide because I got my gift this morning,” he tells me, followed by a wink. 

Oh my god, Joshua, what the hell. 

I slowly blink at him before I respond, “That’s great, Josh. I’m so happy for you.” If I didn’t have my makeup done right now, I would be rubbing my eyes until I saw stars. I never needed that image in my head. 

The door chimes ring, causing us both to look over. Mmm, there he is. Jacob saunters over to me; his eyes always seem to find me when he enters a room. In his usual button-up, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, only the bottom half of the buttons were actually done. I love the way he’s so comfortable having his chest exposed, and maybe it’s selfish because I daydream about curling up with him every night. 

“Hi,” his tiny, raspy voice mumbles. His hand gently cups my jaw as he places a sweet kiss on my lips, followed by a few little pecks. 

“Hi,” I manage to squeeze out in between kisses, “I missed you,” I can feel his smile through the kiss. I’ll never get over that, before pulling back and running his hand down the back of my head. 

“I always miss you, honey,” he says, rounding the corner behind the bar. “Did you not order anything yet?” 

I simply shake my head ‘No.’ 

“I was waiting for you to make it.” Resting my chin into my hand, I watch his eyes light up. His hand gesturing for me to wait a minute, he quickly puts a drink together for me. 

“A Boulevardier for you, m’lady,” the English accent he loves coming through. 

“What’s the occasion?” I ask, my eyebrow-raising out of skepticism. 

He shrugs as he backs away to take care of other customers who just sat down.  Knowing him, he probably feels terrible that he has to work today. I can’t really say much, I have been working all week, and this is quite honestly the earliest I’ve been off.  

I will gladly sit here all night, though. I may have a little surprise of my own... Even though Valentine’s Day is overrated? Hush, I know it’s silly, but a girl can have fun sometimes, okay?  Ever since I met Jacob, he’s been an easy target. That sounds mean.. I just mean he’s  still a man. Sometimes, I take advantage of that, and honestly, it benefits us both. 

Watching him work is practically a hobby of mine at this point, anyway. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of it, his hands, his hands, his hands. The way he has gotten so confident in making drinks and talking to customers, it’s been like night and day since I first came in. He can quickly pour drinks without having to measure, and seeing him shaking drinks is… I’m better than no woman, alright? He’s so fine, and watching his arm muscles flex. GOD.  This may be a more potent drink than usual. 

“I’m sorry, this is how we have to spend Valentine’s together,” he finally admits. And the truth comes out, about time, Jacob. 

“No, it’s okay, really.” 

“No, no, I’ll make it up to you,” he says softly, reaching over to grab one of my hands, “I promise,” finishing with a little wink as he runs his thumb over the back of my hand. He promises? 

“And how are you going to do that?” I can’t help but ask. I have been spending too much time around Josh, and now, I’m way too nosy for my own good. 

“I have some ideas,” he says quietly, “I think you’ll enjoy them.”

“I guess we’ll see,” I tell him, the smile pulling at the corners of my mouth. How is he real?  

“Did you make my drink stronger tonight, or is it just made with extra love?” I ask, knowing it’s a bit cheesy, but Jacob is a sucker for romantic things. 

“You think I’m just trying to get you drunk?” He cocks an eyebrow, “Because you may be onto my plan.” Slapping my hand over my mouth, I can’t stop the giggle from escaping. 

“Jacob!” 

He leans over the bar slightly, gesturing for me to come closer. I stand on the little footrest bar of the barstool, leaning over the bar to meet him in the middle. 

“Can’t wait to hear you yelling that later,” he whispers quickly before turning to press a kiss on my cheek. JACOB– Two can play this game. 

My jaw going slack; I don’t even know what to say to him. My lack of response to him elicits the most beautiful smile from him. Nothing makes my heart swell more than seeing that boy smile. I watch as he turns, hearing his name called from the other end of the bar.  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

The bar gets more crowded now that the night has gone on; every seat at the bar is filled. I’ve had the pleasure of not having to ask for refills but receiving them, along with a few saucy glances from the most delicious bartender I’ve met. 

I tap on my phone to scroll through any notifications when the idea hits me. I click on my messages, seeing his cute little face pinned to the top. 

Me: Maybe I am sad that we’re here on Valentine's Day.. 🥺

I hit send and then wait for him to look at his phone. Please, please, please. He slides it out of his back pocket  and unlocks it. Glancing over to me, giving me a little frown before quickly typing away. 

Jacob ❤️:  i’m sorry honey, just a little longer then I’m all yours. 

‘I’m all yours’ making my heart flutter. Jacob is the most wonderful person I’ve ever encountered, and somehow, he’s mine. 

I need to pee. I wave him down and point to the bathrooms, knowing he’ll ensure nobody takes my seat. I scroll through my emails as I walk down the hall into the bathroom, managing to catch one of them as someone is coming out. I glance at myself in the mirror as I walk in, and suddenly the lightbulb goes off. Mmmm yes. 

I look in the mirror, fix my hair, and check to make sure my lipstick isn’t all over the place. I open the camera on my phone, facing the mirror, and pull up one side of my sweater dress. Revealing the black lace garter snug against my thigh, knowing it would drive him crazy. Taking the picture, a slight pout on my face; he best think I’m hot. Tugging my dress back down into place and locking my phone, I head back to the bar. 

Sliding into my seat, he’s already clocked me being back. It’s cute how fast he’ll catch me. Noticing that my drink is full and fresh, I go to take a sip of it, but as I lift the glass, I see there’s writing on the napkin. 

‘You look beautiful, I can’t wait to get you home’ is scribbled across the top. I feel the heat rush into my cheeks about as quickly as my thighs tighten while I read it. 11:15 p.m. stares back at me, thank god the bar is closing early tonight I don’t know how much longer I can do this. I click on his messages again, choosing the picture I just took and hitting send. 

This is my favorite part. I sip on my drink for a few minutes before he finally reaches for his phone. Leaning against the back counter, I see him tap on his messages. Oops, is all that runs through my mind as I watch his entire face turn red. Looking up at the ceiling for a second and then back at his phone, zooming in and pulling his phone closer to his face to see my little present better. 

Jacob ❤️: holy shit 

Jacob ❤️: FOR ME?

Jacob ❤️: i need to thank everything and anything in the sky for letting you be mine. But really, youre so hot??? I’m so lucky? 

I love when he’s flustered. Who am I? I love him always. Flustered is just a cute bonus. 

Me: only 30 more minutes baby 🤭

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The moment the last customer walks out of the bar, Jake is right behind them to lock the doors. Shutting all the lights off in the front in one go before coming over to me. 

“You ready to go?” practically falls out of his mouth. I look around, you’re not clocked in right now, and look back at him.

“Don’t you need to clean?” 

“It can wait,” he says, pulling me closer to him, “You’re more important.” 

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press my body against his. 

“Baaaaby,” I coo into the crook of his neck. Feeling his hands run down my back and landing on my waist, he gently squeezes. He lets out a small ‘mmm’ that radiates through his chest.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” he says, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. 

I grab my bag from the barstool, and Jacob already has my hand in his, pulling me down the hall. 

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Walking into the apartment, it’s dark, and no signs of life. 

“Josh?” Jake says, flipping on the lights in the kitchen, “Bub, are you home?” He walks over, gently cracking Josh’s bedroom door to see that it’s empty. Thank god. 

“He must be at Quinn’s,” I whisper, “He said something about  he let them choose tonight’s activities because he already got his gift.” 

I giggle as Jake shudders, “Hun, you don’t have to tell me everything he says to you.” 

“I had to hear it, so you also have to,” I giggle as he comes closer. “Plus, he’s YOUR brother, so.. it’s only fair.”

“I’ll let it slide this time,” he says, glancing down at my lips before making eye contact, “but only because I’m very interested in this surprise you have for me.”  

Grabbing his shirt and pulling him close, I take a second to admire him. I lean in, placing the tiniest kiss on the tip of his nose. Then, moving down to kiss the corners of his lips, oh, his lips. Seeing the little smirk creep up as I linger over his mouth, I love to tease him and see how long I can stay just a whisper above before he breaks. Tonight didn’t take long before he leaned into the kiss, feeling his soft lips press against my bottom one. Sliding my hands up, holding the nape of his neck as he gently nips at me.

His hands glide from my waist down to my thighs, grabbing behind my knees to pick me up. Instinctively, wrapping my legs around his waist. 

“Let’s go, Captain,” I whisper into his ear, eliciting the most delicious groan from him. He picked up his pace to the bedroom as I pressed a kiss just under his ear, letting lip prints trail down his neck. 

 Pushing the door open with his foot, he spins us around so he can sit on the edge of the bed with me on his lap. Sliding my dress up my thighs, revealing that black lace I’ve been taunting him with. 

“You really do love me huh?” He says, pulling back to look at me, his teeth on full display. I only reply with a quiet ‘mhm’ as I bring my hands back down to his chest, unable to keep eye contact when his mouth looks like that. 

Pushing his chest gently so he’ll lay back on his bed, I hover over him just for a second before he pulls me in for a kiss. This one was more desperate, practically whimpering into my mouth. Fuck me. His hands find the bottom hem of my dress, sliding it up and over my ass, the cool air drawing goosebumps to my skin. He grabs a handful while the other hand slides up to cradle my back. 

Swiftly flipping us over, he hovered over me with a devious grin on his face. He props himself up onto a knee, looking down to see the bottom of my lingerie on display. 

“Fuck me,” he mutters, sliding my dress higher as I arch my back to help him. 

“I’ve been trying,” I quip back, leaning up on my elbows. The look on his face is priceless, his jaw slacked and eyes hooded. I pull my dress over my head carefully and run my hands through my hair quickly. 

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” 

YES. I nod rapidly, reaching my hands out for the bottom of his shirt, lifting it just enough that I can barely see the small trail of fine hair. His hands find mine, gently pinning them above me.

“Mm mm,” he murmurs into my ear, sending a chill through my body, “You need to tell me what you want from me, hun.”

What.  “I uhh—“ I hesitate, distracted by how I can see down his shirt, watching his stomach muscles tense slightly. 

He’s staring at me with that one eyebrow cocked and a little smug smirk, holding both of my hands with one of his.

“Use your words, tell me,” his hand finds a place on the nape of my neck, as his thumb runs across my cheekbone, “I know you’re thinking it; just say it.” His voice switched to a whisper, causing goosebumps to creep in rapidly. 

Touch me, please. For the love of GOD, Jacob. 

“I need you,” I finally squeak out. 

He laughs softly to himself, “Do you want me to..” his voice trailing off as his hand slides down to my chest, gently resting on my sternum. Without having to do anything, I can feel my nipples start to harden; I swear his eyes light up at the sight. Quickly palming one of my breasts, he dances his index finger around me, and I’m already squirming. A small moan slips out, getting his attention. 

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Please, Jacob,” I softly whine, his hand wandering to my other breast. 

The smile on his face is taunting me. He knows exactly where I want him. If he weren’t sitting between my legs, oh god, my legs would be tightly together.

“Touch me,” laced with a moan, falls from my lips, “Please, Jake.” 

Letting go of my hands, he finds both of his sliding down my waist and holding onto my thighs, gently squeezing them. Fuck. Slowly moving them up, barely touching the lace fabric, my hips shift, trying to find relief. 

“Oh,” he says lowly, “This is what you want?” He ever so lightly drags a single finger down my lace-covered middle; I can’t stop the breathy moan coming from me. 

“More baby,” comes out whinier than expected, “please please please more.” 

“How could I ever say no to you?” His soft voice, wrapped in the most sultry tone, already has me in a chokehold when he dips his hand under the lace fabric. His fingers quickly find the perfect spot, making small circles on my touch-starved bud. The sounds pouring out of my mouth at this point are absurd. 

He slides his other hand up my thigh, his index finger gently dipping into me, not far but enough to elicit a small gasp from me. The way this man can have me drenched at the lightest touch is insane. 

I watch as he pulls his hand up, placing that same index finger into his mouth and slowly pulling it back out. FUCK he’s hot.

“My sweet girl,” he says, reaching up to caress my cheek for a moment before he taps my bottom lip, “let me—“ My mouth couldn’t open fast enough, he slides his middle and ring finger in and without hesitation I’m already swirling my tongue around them, hearing him moan quietly at the feeling. 

He pulls his hand slowly back but swiftly, finding my entrance and pushing them in. 

“Shit,” I mumble. 

Finding the right spot, he continues pressing into it, making that knot in my stomach tighter. 

“Come on, honey,” his voice makes everything even more overwhelming. “Need to hear how good you feel.” 

That pushes me over the edge, my back arching as I’m overcome with pleasure. A slew of ‘oh my god’s and ‘Jacob’ loudly escape my body. He slows down but still applies pressure as I come down. 

I reach my arms out to him, pulling him down on top of me, wrapping all my limbs around him. Turning my face into the crook of his neck, pressing little kisses all over him. 

“Feel good?” he mumbles into me. 

“Mhmm,” I hum against his warm skin, “It’s your turn,” Feeling his chest vibrate with a laugh, I hold him tighter against me. 

As he starts to sit up, I let go, missing his warmth already. We switch places; he’s sat up against the headboard. I immediately crawl up in between his legs, wasting no time as I unbutton the rest of his shirt, pushing it out of the way. Kissing my way down from his jaw to his collarbones, finding that slight dip in the middle of his chest. His hands make their way into my hair, brushing it away from my face as I press my lips into his soft skin just above his hips. 

Unbuttoning his pants alone makes him groan; his dick pressed tightly under the waistband, poor thing. Pushing them down with his boxers, my mouth is watering at the sight alone. Lightly tracing my finger up his length before fully wrapping my hand around him, carefully stroking him before wrapping my lips around him, and letting my tongue dance around him. Slowly taking more of him into my mouth, I glance up through my lashes to see his head tilted back against the headboard. Peering down at me, his mouth is barely open, but enough that his moans ring through my ears. I move up slowly and back down, going further so he’ll keep making those beautiful noises. As my nose just touches his stomach, I moan a little, causing his hands to tighten their grip on my hair. 

I come up, still working him with my hand as I line myself up with him. He slides the lace over as I lower myself onto him, his hands finding their place on my hips as I adjust to the feeling. 

“You feel so good,” he mumbles out, clearly focusing hard as his eyes shut softly. I roll my hips forward as he hits that spot again; oh god. Lifting my hips and dropping back down carefully, everything feels good. 

“Oh,” I let out, as he starts thrusting his hips up into me, slowly at first but building up speed. 

“Oh my god, baby,” I can’t hold back the moans anymore as he’s hitting the right spots, “Holy shit.” 

“Stand up for me,” he says as he slows his hips down. 

My legs shake as I lift myself off of him, stepping off the bed as he quickly follows behind. His hands snake around me, pressing his chest against my back, peppering kisses down my neck onto my shoulder. 

“I’ve been thinking about bending you over all night,” he tells me softly, “can you do that for me, beautiful?” I don’t answer him, turning and pressing a kiss against his cheekbone and then leaning down and stretching my arms out. 

His hands graze my ass as he steps closer; I can’t help but wiggle myself against him, teasing him until his palm swats at me with a small clap. 

“Mmm, have I been bad, Captain?” I turn my head to see him from the corner of my eye, trying not to giggle at how ridiculous that sounds. 

His head falls backward as he lets out a belly laugh. He leans over me and presses a kiss in between my shoulder blades.

“Soooo bad,” he says with a wink. 

He lines himself up with me, gently pushing himself in, and god is it good. Feeling his hipbones pressed against me before he starts pumping himself into me. This angle is probably my favorite, feeling so full from him and it’s hitting all the right places. 

“Harder, baby,” comes out a bit louder than before, with a loud moan right behind it. His hand sneaks around me, going back to its rightful place in between my legs and adding some friction to my throbbing clit. The sensation of his hand mixed with the feeling of him behind me. I swear I’m in heaven. 

“Don’t hold back, honey,” he tells me. “Told you I wanted to hear you scream my name tonight, let it out.” 

‘Oh my god,’ slips out as the tension builds again. I’m so close.

“Need to feel you come for me.”

His voice, mixed with his hand and his hips digging into my ass, sent me over the edge. I can’t refrain from the loud ‘Jacob’ that comes out of me as my orgasm tingles through my body. His hips slow a bit as he rubs my sides, waiting for me to come back to earth.

“God, you’re so hot,” he whispers, making us both giggle for a second. “This isn't gonna last much longer, hun.”

I reach back and tap his leg so he’ll step back, pulling out slowly. I push myself up from the bed, turning to face him and sinking to my knees. Wrapping my hand around him and pumping a few times before I lick a stripe up the length of him. Letting him slide into my mouth, I tap on his hip twice, and he starts to thrust gently. He carefully gathers all my hair, wrapping his around his hand and holding the back of my head. 

“I’m gonna-” he starts, and before he can finish, I bob my head so he goes deeper. The delicious moan he lets out fills my ears before I feel his release. His head falls back as he rides out his high. I swallow as he pulls back, letting my hands glide up his stomach, enjoying the bliss on his face before he opens his eyes. 

His hands grab mine and pull me up to my feet. Quickly grabbing the sides of my face, giving my lips a quick glance before smiling into me. His soft lips pressed into mine, taking turns trying not to smile, giggling at each other as he peppered my face with tiny pecks. 

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My legs are tired as I walk into the living room and find Jacob sitting on the couch watching whatever Hallmark movie is on the TV. I shouldn’t be drooling over him already, but when he’s just there with no shirt and in his sweatpants, I can’t help myself. I can’t believe he’s MINE.

“Hi there,” he says, reaching out for me. “Feel better?” As I’m crawling into his lap.

“Much better. The shower was needed after all of that.”

Wrapping his arms around me as I curl up like a kitten on top of him, this is my favorite place to be. I tuck my face into his neck, enjoying the warmth of his skin. Quietly toying with his necklace, fixing the chain so the clasp is in the right spot. We sit in the quiet, the background noise of the cheesy romance on the TV keeping it from being silent. 

“Are you hungry?” he whispers.

“I’m starving, actually,” I giggle back.

“Thank god,” the relief evident in his tone, “I’ll make us something quickly.”

“Jacob,” I glance at the clock, “It’s almost 2 a.m.” 

“Already back to my full name?” he asks, raising his eyebrow. My mouth falls open; I tend to full-name him, but honestly, I just love it. 

“You know what,” I start, holding eye contact with him, “Carry on. Thank you, baby.” There’s that smile. 

“I could just call you Captain,” I tease, giggling as he turns around.

Pointing at me with a wooden spoon, “Don’t start something you’re not gonna finish, hun.” 

Standing up from the couch, I make my way over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and leaning my face against his back as he cooks. Fiddling with the waistband of his sweatpants until he grabs my hand.

“Alright now,” he mumbles, “what did I just tell you?” his laugh vibrates through his body. 

“And who said I can’t finish it?” 

He turns around promptly, that devilish smirk creeping back onto his face, “care to try your luck?”

“Whenever you want, Captain.”

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[seenoversundown]

Satiate

Josh x Quinn (Enby OC)

Warnings: 18+ Smut (Minors DNI) Oral (M receiving) food play, thigh riding, pancakes, Dom/Sub Dynamics (subtle // they switch), otheriwse little sweetheart babies.

Word Count: 2.7k

Author's Note: Couldn't leave my other babies out of the romance season! Enjoy some breakfast in bed with these two lovebirds.

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Satiate (verb) to satisfy (a need/desire) fully or to excess

Quinn POV:

I wake to the sound of birds chirping, and I feel the early morning light streaming through the curtains. I lay there for a moment before gently wiping the sleep from my eyes and sitting up. I reach for my phone on the bedside table, checking the time.

6:45, Perfect. I have plans this morning. 

I tuck my phone in the waistband of my sleep shorts and slowly, quietly creep out of bed. I tiptoe across the bedroom, pausing before I open the door. I turn back to look at Josh. Watching him sleep is one of my favorite things to do in the mornings. Seeing his wild curls splayed against his silk pillowcase, always such a diva. The way His left arm rests against his forehead. His lips softly part as he breathes deeply. 

My eyes travel the expanse of his bare chest, pausing occasionally on my favorite freckles. 

He begins to stir as if he can feel my eyes on him, and I wait for him to wake up and ‘ruin’ my surprise. 

Instead of waking, he lets out a muffled mmmph and flips over, arms reaching out for my side of the bed. 

Light from the window dances over his skin, the light always seems to find him, and I’m tempted to crawl back into bed with him. 

I watch for a few more moments as his breathing evens back out, and then I make a break for it, leaving the door cracked. 

I softly pad through the house and into the kitchen, careful not to make too much noise. 

I start the coffee maker and search the cabinets for pancake ingredients. 

By my estimation, I have about an hour before Josh wakes up and 30 extra minutes before he makes his way out of bed, which should give me just enough time to bring him breakfast in bed. 

I fill a tray with stacks of fluffy pancakes, fresh fruit, and the rest of the fixings. I know that Josh loves a bit of whipped cream in his coffee, always such a sweet tooth, so I pull the can of Reddi-Whip out of the refrigerator and place it on the tray, too. 

I take a moment to admire my handiwork before carefully walking the tray back to the bedroom and pushing the door open. 

To my surprise, he’s still asleep. I set the tray on his bedside table and kneeled beside the bed. I take another moment to admire him. 

He’s always go, go, go, go, so it's nice to see him calm. 

Without thinking, I reach out and begin tracing light patterns up and down his arm. I slowly move my fingertips, watching goosebumps erupt against the skin beneath them. 

Josh shifts and lets out another mmmph, his brows furrowing at the tickling sensation. 

I let my fingers still for a moment, a sly grin overtaking my face. 

Once his brows smooth, I allow my fingers to start back up. 

My fingers flit up his arm, and I allow them to venture to his chest. I get lost in tracing the dips in his collarbones and down his sternum, paying special attention to the freckles that dot his chest. I let my fingers move across his stomach and down to where the blanket is slung low across his hips. 

I watch his muscles contract as I tickle the small patch of hair below his belly button. 

As I move to make another pass, his hand snaps out and grabs my wrist. 

“Careful,” he warns voice still gravely with sleep. 

“I was just trying to wake you up,” I look at him through my lashes, “I made you breakfast.” 

“You could win a fucking Oscar for that innocent act you’re pulling,” he discreetly adjusts his position to hide his lap. 

I roll my eyes and stand up, always so dramatic. 

I reach over to the tray and grab his coffee, adding a healthy spray of whipped cream to the cup before handing it to him. 

“You’re always so grumpy before you’ve had coffee,” I place a soft kiss on his temple. 

He lets out a hum of approval, and his eyes fall closed as he takes his first sip. 

I begin loading up a plate for him, piling it high with pancakes and fruit. 

“Thank you, baby,” he shimmies further up against the headboard and reaches out to take it from my hands, “you didn't have to—” 

I cut him off, climbing into his lap. 

I watch his eyes widen as I make a show of straddling him. 

“B-Breakfast?” he stutters, confused, as I take the plate back from him. 

I let out a laugh, nodding. 

“Mhmmm. Breakfast. In. Bed,” I punctuate every word with the tiniest kisses across his face. 

He watches me in confusion as I use the fork to tear off a small bite of pancake. 

I lift up on my knees to lean forward, “Open.” 

Josh’s face flushes a delicious shade of pink all the way to the tip of his ears as he opens his mouth for me. 

I lift the fork to his mouth and watch his lips close around it. 

“Good boy.” 

Once I’m sure he’s swallowed his bite, can't have him choke to death on Valentine's Day, I lazily lower myself back down to my knees, grinding down against his semi-hard length. 

His pupils blow wide, and he lets out a puff of breath.

“What is this?” He asks, hands finding a home on my hips. 

“I’m not sure what you mean,” I pull out my sweetest voice, letting out an exaggerated sigh as I gently rock against him, his fingers digging into my flesh. 

“Fuck me,” he grits out. 

“You haven't finished eating, though,” I trail off, gathering more food onto his fork. 

“You’re a real piece of work this morning,” he lightly swats my ass. 

I lean forward again to feed him another bite, and this time, he opens his mouth without needing instruction. 

I smirk as I grind down on him again. 

“I’m just trying to take care of you.” 

His eyes roll back, and I lean forward to lick a stray bit of syrup off of the corner of his lip. 

“You’re trying to kill me,” he groans as I pull back. 

He rushes forward, trying to catch my lips in his. 

“Nuh-uh,” I poke at his side playfully, “you're gonna make a mess.” 

“I should fucking hope so,” he groans, gripping my hips harder and dragging me across his lap. 

I relent, reaching over to the side table to set the plate down. 

“Is that what you want, Starlight? You wanna make a mess?” 

“Please,” he nearly whispers. 

I reach one hand around his neck, allowing my fingers to knot into the errant curls nestled at the base of his head. 

I use my grip on his hair to tug his head back, forcing him to meet my eyes as I grind down one more time. 

“I couldn’t hear you, dear.”

The lust clouding his eyes almost, almost, makes me feel bad for teasing him until he rewards me with his whiniest voice.

“Please, Bug,” his breath comes in short pants, “need you so fucking bad.” 

I breathe out a tiny giggle, thinking about the fact that I can turn this gorgeous man beneath me into a whimpering mess with just a few well-placed touches and a bit of teasing. 

“What is it that you need from me?” 

I loosen my grasp on his hair and gently trail my fingers down his back, stopping to rub slow circles into his shoulder muscles. 

“Baby, I-I—” he cuts himself off with a low groan as I hit a sensitive spot. 

I trail my hand back up and use my leverage to pull him closer, placing gentle kisses up his jawbone. His grip on my hips tightens almost imperceptibly when I reach his ear.  

“If you can't tell me,” I whisper, tongue darting out to flick against his lobe, “will you let me show you what I want?” 

“Mhm, yes!” He rushes out with absolutely no hesitation. 

Smiling, I pull back from his ear and finally, finally, crush our lips together. 

As our lips battle for dominance, pushing and pulling against each other, Josh takes one of his hands from my hips and slowly slides it under the front of my shirt. His deft fingers move across my stomach and up my chest, mirroring my earlier attempt at waking him up. His thumb gently brushes over one of my nipples, and I suck in a breath. As quickly as it’s there, he pulls his hand away. 

He bucks his hips up against mine, and I falter. He takes my momentary lapse in control as an opportunity to flip me beneath him on the bed, pushing his knee between my legs. 

He pulls back from my lips to look down at me, mischief twinkling in his eyes. 

“Can I take this off?” he asks, tugging at the hem of my shirt. 

“Wanna see you.” 

I suck my bottom lip between my teeth and nod, sitting up a bit to give him access. 

 I’ll let him have some fun before I put him back in his place. 

He grabs the hem and slowly drags the fabric up and off of my chest, tossing it haphazardly across the room. 

He leans down, pressing the tiniest kiss to my lips, before sitting back to admire me. 

His eyes lazily roam over every bit of my exposed flesh, occasionally pausing on specific parts as if he’s plotting a course of attack. 

He brings his hands to the sides of my head, gently cradling it as he lifts my face, pausing when our lips are centimeters apart. 

“Relax for me,” he whispers, using his thumbs to softly caress my cheekbones before meeting my lips.

And I do; I let myself get lost in the sensation of him as he presses tender kisses down the column of my neck. His hands follow suit, fingers flitting over the skin where he’d just placed his lips. 

His fingers continue their torturously slow dance across my sternum as Josh nips at my collarbones.

I suck in a breath when he flicks his tongue against my nipple. Heat pools in my belly as he sucks it into his mouth. 

My hips begin to shift, trying to find any small amount of friction to relieve the ache between my legs. 

He releases my nipple from his mouth with a lewd pop, and I fight a disappointed sigh. 

“Such bravado earlier,” his hands slide down to my hips, “where’s that all gone to?” 

A strangled moan escapes me as he presses his thumbs into my hip bones. My thighs involuntarily clench for a second time. 

“Stop that,” he chides, pressing his thigh further between my legs, “if you need friction, you’ll use me.” 

He uses the grip he has on my hips to slowly rock my center against him as he returns his attention to my other nipple. 

He alternates, swirling his tongue and flicking it in time with our gentle rocking. 

Up, swirl. 

Down, flick. 

The knot in my belly begins to tighten. 

“Pleaseplease” 

He hums against my chest and picks up the steady pace he set, dragging my hips more firmly against his thigh while pressing in to provide that much more pressure where I need it most. 

I wrap one arm against his back, bringing him closer, short nails digging into his flesh. 

“I’m gonna—” I cut myself off with a pathetic whine. 

“I know, baby, let go.” 

My whole body tenses, and the band snaps.

Josh works me through the aftershocks, trailing open-mouthed kisses across my chest. 

Once my breathing evens out, he sits back and pulls me into his arms, cuddling me close. 

“I am so in love with you,” he whispers against my hair. 

“I love you,” I smile into his neck, “but I’m not anywhere near finished with you.” 

I sink my teeth into the junction of his shoulder and neck, then use my tongue to soothe the area. 

“Fuck,” he hisses, reaching a hand between our bodies, seeking the waistband of my shorts. 

“Tsk, tsk,” I lightly slap his hand away, “Remember when you practically begged me to show you what I wanted?” 

I push him back against the headboard, straddling him once more. 

“Relax for me,” I mimic the words and tone he used on me. 

I grab the can of whipped cream from the side table and remove the lid, spraying a dollop on my first two fingers and reaching forward to tap the side of Josh’s jaw, signaling him to open his mouth. I pop my whipped cream-coated fingers in and smile as he immediately begins sucking them. 

“Listen to me very closely,” I start. 

His eyes go wide, and he nods his head. 

“You’re going to stay very still and very quiet until I tell you otherwise,” he nods again, “if you make even one peep before I give you permission, I will stop. Do you understand?” I pull my fingers from his mouth and gesture for him to answer. 

“Yes, I understand.” 

“Thank you, now please take your fucking pants off,” I let out a little giggle as he scrambles to remove his pajama pants. 

Once he’s settled back against the headboard, I spray a line of Reddi-Whip down his sternum, stopping just above his little happy trail. 

“Ready?” 

“Please.” 

“Always so polite,” I whisper as I lean forward to lick the first bit out of the hollow of his throat, nipping at his soft skin and then soothing it with a quick peck. 

His breath hitches as my lips travel south, slowly descending to where I know he wants me the most. 

His body jerks beneath my ministrations, and I pause, looking up at him through my lashes. 

“Josh,” I warn.

He lets out a shaky breath, steeling himself, and once I'm satisfied, I press my lips back to his skin. 

Lower, lower, lower.

As I lick the last little bit of whipped cream from the space below his belly button, I glance back up at him. 

His eyes are screwed shut, and his plush lips are slightly parted. 

He's so easy to please, I laugh to myself. 

I let my hands slide up and down his thighs for a moment as I move down to position myself between his legs. 

I finally wrap my fingers around his dick and pump a few times before lowering my head and licking a stripe up his length. 

He lets out an almost silent whine as I sink my mouth around him. 

He’s being so good. 

I lower my mouth around him until he hits the back of my throat, then slowly pull back, swirling my tongue around his tip. 

I repeat the motion once more before pulling off of him with a pop. 

“Oh,” I start, “you can speak now.” 

I leave no time for a response before I descend on him again, bobbing my head up and down, hollowing my cheeks. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” he groans as I add a hand in, gently squeezing his shaft as my mouth works at his head. 

“Can I—” I cut him off with a moan, knowing what he wants. 

My moan was the only affirmative he needed as he reached one hand around, carding his fingers through my hair, holding my head in place. 

His hips begin to buck into my mouth, seeking his release. 

I moan again, knowing that the vibration will get him that much closer, and he quickens his pace. 

“Gonna,” he whines in warning as I take him deeper. 

“Mhm” 

He spills into the back of my throat, hips twitching, as I swallow him down. 

I gently pull off of him, letting him catch his breath as he pulls me into his arms, pressing a quick kiss to my lips.  

“I am the luckiest man alive,” he pants.

“You say that now,” I chuckle, “but wait for round two after your shift, tonight.” 

“Happy Valentine's Day to me, I guess.” 

“To us.” 

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[seenoversundown]

Saccharine

Daniel x Fem OC

Warnings: 18+ Smut (Minors DNI) Oral (m receiving) penetrative sex, teasing, use of 'daddy' / daddy kink, Fluff and other cute things as well.

Word Count: 4.4k (4444 to be exact 🤭)

Author's Note: Couldn't get this idea out of my brain after I made that Valentine's Day post! Just thought it would be a little too cute.

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Saccharine (adjective): 1. excessively sweet or sentimental.

Daniel POV

“Please, Daniel, just tell me where we’re going.” She huffs as she crosses her arms. “You know how I do with surprises.” 

“We both know that’s a lie, Melody. We’re almost there anyways.” I laugh as I squeeze her thigh. 

It doesn’t take us long before we’re pulling into her surprise. I catch her constantly looking up recipes and watching videos of bakers online. I’m so excited that I’ve nailed this Valentine’s Day date that it feels like I’m having heart palpitations when I reach Melody's door. I can’t wait to see my girl’s face when she figures out what we’re doing. 

“Are you okay?” I snap back to reality quickly to her looking at me with a concerned look. I can’t help but laugh and press a quick kiss to her forehead before holding out my hand to help her out of the car. 

“Just excited for our date, Ducky.” 

“I’d be more excited if you’d tell me what we’re doing.” The sentence comes out through her gritted teeth. 

“Haven’t you learned just to trust me?” I open the door and place my hand on the small of her back to guide her through. As soon as the sweet, sweet smell of baked goods hits our noses, she halts to a complete stop. “Something wrong?” 

“Are we where I think we are?” Her hazel eyes light up in anticipation as she pulls my hand. 

“You’ll just have to see.” I pop my shoulders but can’t help the smile that starts to appear on my face. “Let’s go, we don’t want to be late.” 

We continued down a long brick hallway until we reached a door with delicate cursive on the glass. I watch Melody’s high ponytail of curls tilt to the side as she starts to piece together where we are. I let my eyes travel down my girl. Her soft red dress hit mid-thigh, and as soon as she came out of the bedroom this morning, I had to fight the urge to tell her we were staying home. Paired with her green denim jacket and short Doc Martens, my dream girl looks every bit of the dream that she is. She turns and catches me checking her out; I don’t make any attempt to hide it. 

“Mr. Wagner. This is no place to check out my ass when there are sweets on the other side of this door. Rosemary’s Confectionery? Seriously?” Melody’s arms wrap around my waist and squeeze tight; an involuntary groan escapes my lips as I wrap mine around her shoulders. “Her cinnamon rolls are my favorite. I’ve been trying to figure out the recipe for years. Daniel.” 

I simply stick two fingers under her chin and press my lips to hers, enjoying her speechless moment. I turn her back to face the door, reaching around her to knock on the door. It doesn’t take long for a small older woman to answer the door. 

“Mrs. Lennox, thank you for taking the time today-“ I begin before she quickly cuts me off with a wave. 

“I told you on the phone, Daniel, call me Rosemary. I insist.” I watch her smile at my girl. “You, my beautiful dear, must be Melody. I’ve heard quite a bit about you from Daniel. I hope you don’t mind me saying I’m quite excited for this afternoon; it’s been some time since I’ve taught a class. I hope I’m not too rusty.” 

“Thank you for having us today, Rosemary.” I watch as Melody takes Rosemary’s hands in hers. The women have a quiet moment before Melody continues. “You make some of mine and our daughter’s favorite sweets. I’m excited for this afternoon, too; anything you teach us will be perfect.” 

Our daughter.  My heart stops every time I hear that phrase used regarding her ours. 

“Then there’s no time to waste, sweetheart!” Rosemary takes Melody by the hand, leading her further inside her studio. “Tell me more about your girl.”

This room is more significant than I thought, with its brick walls and tall windows, but Rosemary looks right at home. She walks over to a wall lined with different-sized aprons and finds my girl a soft green one that matches her outfit. I watch her excitedly throw it over her head, quick to get her curls out from under the neck strap. It wasn’t long before I saw Melody walking back towards me with a darker green apron. 

“Matches your eyes.” She says as she pops up on her toes to kiss me on the chin. I wasted no time swinging it over my head and turning to let her tie it for me. Once fully secured, I turn back to reach my hand to Mel’s cheek and place a soft kiss on her forehead. 

“Well, aren’t you two just perfection.” Rosemary's voice almost startled me, forgetting where we were momentarily. 

“It’s all my girl, Rosemary. I’m just lucky enough to be here.” I wink at Rosemary, but my eyes never leave my girl. 

“Let’s get started. We can talk while the dough proofs.” 

I thought this would be me sitting back, watching Melody and Rosemary buzz around her kitchen, but it didn’t take long for me to realize I was wrong. Very, very wrong. 

“Daniel, make sure all of those raspberries are smushed to bits. We need them to be very spreadable, dear.” Rosemary calls out from where she and Melody have been working on our dough. She didn’t even turn to look at me to know I had slowly stopped, distracted by a particular someone’s round ass and short dress. I try to focus back on the half-smashed berries before me, curious how a dessert cinnamon roll would even work. Is it even called a cinnamon roll if there’s no cinnamon inside? 

“Hey, Rosemary,” I call out, watching both women turn to me. Instantly, I regret what I’m about to say and feel stupid, but I can’t help it now. “Do you still call the raspberry cinnamon roll a cinnamon roll?” As I finished my question, my head naturally lolled to the side, and Melody’s laugh rang out through the air.

“No, dear, I don’t call them cinnamon rolls. I lovingly refer to them as raspberry rolls since they have raspberries.” My cheeks get hot as Rosemary finishes her explanation, seemingly taking extra time to really dumb it down for me. 

“That definitely makes sense.” My hand goes to my head as I involuntarily pull at my hair. 

“Any other questions, Daniel?” Melody’s tone is sarcastic and teasing; I expect nothing less. Since I’m already on a roll, I continue. 

“If I have your undivided attention. Are cinnamon rolls technically considered a dessert? If so, why do we eat them at breakfast?” 

Melody turns her entire body to Rosemary. “This is why he’s good with Iris. They ask the same questions.” Her sentence ends with a laugh. “I promise we can trust him with knives; we’ve already been over that safety course.” They both laugh at that and turn back to the dough, ignoring my questions. Fair.

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The small workspace is filled with the smell of warm, fruity baked goods. I lean against the freshly cleaned counter as I watch Melody separate and place our warm delicacies into individual boxes, complete with an entire container of that delicious icing. 

“Thank you for today, Rosemary. It was truly a pleasure to spend time and learn from you.” The small woman leans in for a hug, which I eagerly return. “We’ll definitely be making these until the end of time.” 

“I promise I’ll bring Iris by so you can meet her. She’d love it here.” I watch as Melody goes in for her hug with Rosemary. The embrace is tender, so tender I find my throat getting tight that I have to look away. “Ready to get going, Daniel? I’m excited to show our girl what we made today.” 

“Absolutely.” I grab her waist and bring her to me to kiss her forehead before grabbing our boxes of edible treasure. “Thank you again, Rosemary. Seriously.” 

“The pleasure was mine. You two remind me of the love I shared with my Arnold. Please come by anytime. Melody, I’ll be expecting you and Iris soon. You have my number. Drive safe out there.” She grabs Melody’s hand a final time before letting us head out. 

The cold February air is brutal once we eventually hit the outdoors. I watch as Melody shivers, takes her scarf, and pulls it up past her nose, leaving only her hazel eyes visible. 

“Fuck, why do we live where it hurts my face? I miss the sun.” 

“We live here because we wouldn’t last a day where there are bugs bigger than your hand.” 

“Right, how do Australians even survive? Absolutely not.” I can’t help but laugh at her as I find my keys in my pocket and hit the automatic starter to my car. I made Sam help me install my automatic starter shortly after Melody moved in. With the precious cargo I have these days, I can’t afford to wait for my car to warm up or my girls to be cold. Once Melody spots the headlights on our car, she starts to run. 

“Sweet, sweet warmth!” She screams as she barrels towards our car. I’ve already learned that I should unlock the car on winter days. She doesn’t wait for me to open her door when that’s all that separates her from regulating her body temperature. Once I reach the car, I place the baked goods next to Iris’s car seat, which has permanent residence in the backseat. 

“Way to leave me in the snow,” I say as I settle into the driver's seat, shoving my hands in front of the heaters to try and warm my icicle fingers. 

“Sorry, baby. You know how it goes.” I look over to her and see she’s already removed her scarf. “I’m also excited to get home and have our treats.”

“How do you even have room for more? I watched you try one of each, and you wouldn’t share.”

“One, how dare you judge me. And two, do you see this figure?” Her hands fan down her body. “Strictly run on baked goods. I was doomed when you brought us to Rosemary’s, and you knew that.” 

“You never cease to amaze me.” 

“That’s much better.” Her laugh, my favorite noise, fills the car. I reach over to place my hand on her cheek and bring her lips to mine. Her hands quickly find the sides of my jacket, trying to pull me closer over the center console. I nip once, twice on her bottom lip before running my tongue along it, just to be met by hers. We make out for a minute or two in the front seat before she pulls away. “Thank you for today, Daniel. I had a lot of fun.” 

“Who says it’s over?” I let my grin take over my face as I watched the gears in her brain turn. “Buckle up, Ducky. We have plans.” I take the stunned silence as my opportunity to start driving. It isn’t until we hit the highway that Melody finally says something.

“Where are we going?”

“Classified.” I see her cross her arms out of the corner of my eye.

“Where’s Iris?” Melody’s head is fully turned to face me, one eyebrow raised. 

“Sleepover with Gramps, complete with her new doll.” 

“How did you get a secret from my dad?” 

“Easy; no grandparent says no to a night with their favorite grandkid.” I also brought him cinnamon rolls from Rosemary’s last week. I also ensured he had all our streaming logins but omitted those facts. I glance over to her, who still has a skeptical look. “Just relax, baby. I got this.” 

Like our daughter, Melody has a wild ability to fall asleep in any moving car. We made it about half an hour before it got a little too quiet, and that’s when I realized. I trace small circles on her open skin where my hand rests on her thigh as I drive us through wooded backroads. The GPS on my phone says we are about ten minutes from our destination, and I hope I don’t miss it. The sun is starting to set, and if I miss this driveway, I’ll have to double back in the dark, and I just want this drive to be over. Thankfully, the driveway is so well-marked I have no issue just pulling right into our overnight getaway. 

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A small, modern black cabin sits in a wooded clearing softly lit by the setting sun. Melody has been sending me these Instagram posts from this company that has these across the country, and I just knew it would be perfect for tonight. I softly grip her leg and shake it lightly, helping her wake up. Her hands fly up to her eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them. She blinks several times and looks around until her eyes set on the cabin. 

“Daniel is this-”

“There’s only one way to find out, Melody.”  She grins at me, her wild, happy grin, and I can’t help but return it. “Our bag’s in the trunk. The code should be our anniversary. Unlock the door for us, and I’ll meet you inside?” 

She’s out of the car and racing to the front door before I can say anything else. I laugh, grab our bag and goodies, and race inside after her. When I make my way in, I see Melody taking off her jacket while taking in the cabin. 

The slender cabin is covered in rich woods and white linens, and near the front door is a small kitchen area perfect for warming our cinnamon rolls later on. The bed on the opposite end of the cabin is a king-sized behemoth in front of an equally behemoth-sized window. That window, I assumed would be a problem, but we’re the only cabin around for miles. Standing in the middle of the room, she looks angelic, glancing at every little thing. 

“Is it good?” I ask her as I set down our things and remove my jacket. 

“I can’t believe you did this.” She says as she makes her way to me. Her arms snake around my waist and pull me close. I place my hands on her jaw. “It’s more than good, thank  you.” I bring her lips to mine, eager to taste her. 

My girl must feel the same way because the moment our lips connect, her hands tighten on my sweater. I tilt her jaw up for better access and slowly let my hand trail down her neck. A delicious moan sneaks past her lips that I want to devour. My hand softly settles at the base of her neck as the other makes its way to her ass. The way the fabric of her dress is, it slides in my hands giving me easy access to direct skin. I sink my fingers in, which grants me another moan from her. 

Moving my lips to her ear, I say, “I love this fucking dress.” A soft nip to her ear. “Did you wear it to drive me crazy today?”

“Yes,” she rushes out as her head bobs. “I knew it would work.” My confident fucking girl. 

I softly push her back onto the bed and greet the tip of her dress with my fingers. I kiss her inner thighs as I slowly move my hands up, taking the hem of her dress with them. When I finally expose her, a devilish grin becomes plastered. 

“You truly are some sort of witch, baby.” I can’t take my eyes off of her soft pink lace thong. The way it makes her skin look more rich is making me salivate. 

“Keep unwrapping your present, Daniel.” Melody’s voice is dark and low, contrasting what she usually sounds like. I’m obsessed with the fact that only I get to witness this side of her. I keep sliding her dress up until it’s over her head. She lays before me in a matching pink set, looking fucking delectable. Her dark curls fan around her as her hazel eyes watch me take her in. 

“I am one lucky man.” I say as I tear my dark blue sweater over my head. My hands fall to my belt buckle and start to unfasten it, and I watch her eyes drop down. “I have an idea, hold on baby.” I turn away from her towards the other end of the cabin, where the kitchen area starts. 

“You’re going to make me wait and go to the kitchen? Do you remember the last time you were alone in a kitchen?” My head whips back towards Melody’s direction, where she’s now sitting up and watching me with a smirk on her face. 

“I’m fine in the kitchen, thank you.”

“And that’s why we aren’t in charge of holiday dinners anymore?” 

“Oh, you’re fucking asking for it tonight.” With the icing container in my hand, I race over to where she sits, and her squeals fill the air. Quickly, I place the container on the bedside table as I approach my girl. “You think you can bring up the Great Holiday Disaster at a time like this?” I get onto my knees in front of her. I let my breath hit right between her thighs and watched her pelvis jerk up, trying to get any form of reciprocation from me. “You know that’s a sensitive subject.” I kiss the very top of her pelvis over her underwear and pull away to stand over her. 

Melody whines in protest, “Baby, please. I need you.” 

“Should’ve thought about that before you let your attitude run wild. There will be consequences, baby.” I watch her eyes dart to my side, then back to me with a mischievous glint; whatever she’s about to do can’t be good.

“I think I know how to make it up to you, Daddy.” She’s on all fours now, crawling towards me. I fight the urge to let my eyes roll back and growl. She knows exactly what she’s up to. It doesn’t take long before she’s on her knees on the bed before me, fiddling with the sides of my belt buckle. 

“Melody,” my voice is low in warning. My girl, however, is unphased. She looks up at me through her long dark lashes that I swear make her eyes look more green than hazel from this angle, and I groan. “You’re treading dangerous waters now.” 

“Am I?” She says as she fully undoes my belt and moves to the button of my pants. My erection is pressing so tightly against the zipper on my jeans that there’s no way she doesn’t notice it. Like she can read my mind, she undoes the button and lets her thumb lightly graze the top of the head of my penis. 

“Fuck me,” is all I can say as I start to gather her curls wanting to see her face. She presses a kiss right above where my boxer briefs meet my skin, and I swear I feel myself set on fire. 

“I plan to,” she quickly quips back. “Lay down, baby. Let me make it up to you.” Her voice is angelic and soft. I can’t help but follow her instructions. I crawl up towards the head of the bed and sit like a king as I watch her walk around the small space. I’m enjoying the view of her perky ass and the way her back flexes as she puts her curls into a high ponytail when she turns with the icing container in hand. Melody makes her way back to me with a devilish look. I just get harder thinking about what she might do. 

“Take your pants off for me, Daniel.” I quickly oblige, fumbling over the zipper and pulling them off. “I’ve been thinking about doing this since we made the icing earlier.” She kneels between my legs. “Can you take off your undershirt for me, Daddy?” I swear I start to become incoherent as I listen to her and jerk off my shirt, too eager to see what’s coming next.  

Melody bends down and presses a kiss on the band of my boxer briefs, and as I’m about to protest the tease, her tan manicured finger curls around the top of the band and starts to pull down. Her eyes stay on my face the entire time she pulls them down my legs, flitting only to my now-free erection. She takes the top of the icing container off and hovers over my chest. 

“I’m ready for my dessert,” she says as she starts to slowly pour the runny icing down the center of my chest, leading to my aching cock. She’s focused as she makes her icing trail, her eyes getting darker as she reaches my erection. I jump slightly when the cool icing touches me, but Melody leaves her other hand on me as a comforting touch of warmth. When she does reach my erection, she carefully pours it right on the head so it drips down all sides of me. 

“You look fucking delicious.” Melody’s lips attach to my chest first, and I moan. Her warm tongue laps up the icing while playing with my nipple. She nips at it once before giving the other equal attention. I watch her as she moves right above my belly button and lays her tongue flat on me, licking the rest of the icing off my chest in one long, languid stroke. “You are fucking delicious. God, Daniel.” 

She wraps her beautiful dark lips around the head of my cock and licks lightly. My hips buck at the feeling of her, always so perfect. It doesn’t take her long before she’s taking me down the back of her throat, lightly moaning as she works me. 

“Melody, baby,” my voice is harsh as I pull up on her curls. “I don’t wanna come in your mouth; I wanna come in you.” I barely even finish my sentence before my girl climbs on top of me and peels off her own underwear. She places her slit directly on my cock and slowly slides up and down, lubricating me in her wetness. 

“This doesn’t feel like a punishment,” Melody says as she lines herself up with the head of my cock. She teases both of us, bobbing so only my head goes in to pull it back out. I grab her hips and slam her down to the hilt. Her moan rings out. “Baby, yes.” My hands move her hips so she’s lightly grinding against me. “You feel so fucking good.” 

“Your pussy was made only for me,” I say as my hands travel up her body. My fingers graze right under her breasts, the pretty pink lace a stark contrast to her dark nipples, making them look more enticing. 

“I need more, Daniel. Please.”  With that, I flip us over so she’s under me. Taking her left leg, I pull it up towards her chest, giving me better access. 

“Show me how you touch yourself, Melody.” Her hand goes straight to her clit in quick circles while she watches me thrust into her. It doesn’t take long before I start to feel her walls begin to flutter around my cock. “You’re close, aren’t you, Baby?”

“Yes, God, Daniel, pleaseyes,” her moans become more incoherent as my thrusts become sloppy. 

“Come for me; show me how pretty you are when you come.” I slide my free hand up to her neck, lightly squeeze, and feel my girl come undone. I’m right behind her as I thrust once, twice, before my vision starts to black out, and I am still inside of her. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

I collapse on top of her with my cock still inside and nuzzle into her neck. I feel her koala-like grip around my body as she does the same. We stayed like that for a few moments before I separated myself. I quickly go to the bathroom, take care of myself, and grab a warm washcloth for her, but before I can even turn around, I feel a hand snake around my waist. 

“You should’ve waited in bed, Mel. I was coming back to you.” Her grip only gets tighter from behind.

“Sleepy, want to shower.” She murmurs into my skin. I can’t help but laugh at my girl, turning to face her. In front of me, in all of her naked glory, stands Melody. I take her face and kiss her forehead; her hazel eyes are tired but happy. 

“Okay, how about a bath instead? I don’t think you could stand a shower, love.” 

A happy hum is the only response I get as I watch her eyes close. 

“Sit on the counter for me, I’ll start it for us.” 

I keep my hands on her hips and help her as she hops onto the counter. I feel her eyes on me as I wander around this foreign bathroom. What she doesn’t know, however, is that I already stashed a small bag of our toiletries, including her fancy bath supplies. I watch her eyes light up as she spots the Lush bag in my hand.

“I thought you refused to go into that store alone.”

“Who says I went alone? I might have had a little helper with me. She picked the bath bomb for tonight, too, so you better like it.” 

“Which one did she get?” I say nothing as I hand her the covered bath bomb; she’ll know which one it is as soon as she sees it. Her laugh is loud, almost startling. “You let her get us Sex Bomb? Daniel.”

“What? We have another year until she can read, and she liked the smell.”

“I hate to break this to you, but our girl can definitely read a little. She’s already halfway through kindergarten.” 

“Fuck.” I watch Melody throw it in the tub, then reach out her hands for me. 

“I love the bath bomb, thank you.” 

“That’s why you can’t say it without laughing.”

“Exactly.” 

I turn off the tub, check the temperature, and then pull Melody off the counter. I get into the bath first, position myself at the back, and then hold up my hand to help my girl inside. She easily nestles herself up against me, a perfect puzzle piece. Everything about today, my life, is ideal, and it’s all because of the girl in my arms. 

“Hey, Melody?”

“Yeah, Baby?”

“I love you, Happy Valentine’s Day” 

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