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‘MORNING GLORY’ - j t k

pairing. jake kiszka x fem!reader

genre. reader x jake established relationship au, fluff, smut 18+

word count. 3k+

❝ coffee first? or sex? ❞

content warnings. smut, strong language, oral (f!receiving), orgasm denial (if you squint), unprotected sex, etc.

a/n. hi! please excuse any spelling/grammatical errors! likes, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated!

Jake certainly was not a morning person. He never has been, and probably never will be. He's always thrived in the nighttime, when the sky is only lit by the moon and the stars.

That was one of his perks when it came to performing and hitting the road. He could quite literally stay on stage all night if he wanted to, he actually may have done it a few times right when he was breaking out on the rock scene. While others tired around midnight, he only became more awake.

You had grown used to the late night calls from the road, from cities you honestly didn't even know existed. Middle of nowhere Kansas for example at three in the morning so he could tell you about a new riff he came up with in the middle of a show. Most would get annoyed by his random phone calls, you adore them.

However, he doesn't have to call anymore, at least not right now. His latest tour just ended, so he's back home. When Jake wants to talk, he just crawls in bed and whispers in your ear now. Not last night though, in fact he actually went to bed with you, claiming he wanted to fix his sleep schedule. By 10 p.m. he was laying beside you, but when you woke up for glass of water at midnight, he'd snuck off back to his in-home studio.

Some dogs you can't teach new tricks.

"What time did you come up?" You ask softly, pushing some stray hairs out of his eyes. His hair is always a mess when he first wakes up.

He stretches his legs and rubs the sleep from the corners of his eyes with the palms of his hands, "Three, I think."

You can't help but tease him lightly, "That's pretty early."

"It's pretty early right now." He yawns, covering his face, then peeks from behind his fingers, "What time is it?"

"Almost nine."

"Fuck."

You grin as he turns inward to you, snaking an arm around your middle and hiding his face in the crook of your neck. His lips press against your skin where you can feel the lightest hint of a smile on them, his warm breaths puffing against you as they slow and even out.

"How tired are you?" You ask softly, shifting beside him.

"Why?" He asks.

"I dunno."

"Oh, I see." He chuckles and pulls away, "Playing shy with me."

"Don't go," you whine softly, scooting yourself closer and gazing up at him, the covers pulled to your chin creating an adorable scene, "the bed gets cold when you leave. You're like a space heater."

"Cute." He mumbles, peeking under the covers, "That's why all your clothes go missing by the morning?"

This time you push away from him, rolling on your side so your back faces his direction. His laughter is raspy from sleep as he tries to pull you back to him but you manage to sit up and swing your legs over the edge of the mattress. Last night you didn't lose all your clothes, you wake this morning clad in just a pair of underwear though.

A single calloused finger traces down the line of your back, swirling at the base of it, "You've got goosebumps. Come back and I'll warm you up."

He was right, little bumps cover your skin. It's unknown if it's from the chill of the room or his finger however.

"It's too early for your teasing." You peek back at him over your shoulder. He's laying on his back, one arm lazily resting above his head while the other is stretched out to you, still sketching invisible designs onto your skin.

The faintest feeling of a capital J is being traced over your hip.

"Won't tease," he says, then holds his pinky finger up in promise. That smile he loves so much crawls across your lips as you turn and crawl back into his arms, hovering over him as he smiles up at you, murmuring softly, "There's my girl."

Your face is so close to his, his sleepy eyes have gone crossed, but you don't say anything about it out of fear that he'll move away. So you stare at him a moment longer before laying down and hiding your face in the crook of his neck. His strong arms wrap snug around you, palm rubbing up and down the expanse of your back, venturing lower and lower each time his hand smooths downward. After a moment longer, you sit up and straddle him properly, cupping his face in your hands. His cheeks are tinged pink, he's always slept hot, and his five o'clock shadow from yesterday has turned into morning stubble today.

"How can you look so sweet yet provocative at the same time?" Your finger traces down the side of his jaw as he studies you over with gentle eyes, peeking through his long lashes at you.

Licking his lips, he replies back in a husky voice, "The same way you're an angel and a minx wrapped into one, I guess."

You smile bashfully, tucking your chin downwards towards your chest as if to keep your blushing face hidden. He can still see you through your hair though, it seems to make you all the more enchanting. Your eyes flicker to his hands, once planted on your thighs they have begun to creep upwards, to your hips where they fiddle with the elastic of your panties for a second before higher and higher. Up your sides, over your ribcage until he's delicately cupping the underside of your breasts. You bite your lip through a smile, gazing at him with excitement.

"It's only nine and we've already sinned." He sighs, as if so disappointed in yourselves. "Our lust will send us straight to hell if we continue on with our ways."

"I was damned the second we met, Kiszka." You psh at him, leaning over him with a look so sultry in your eyes it could make ice melt. "Also, no sinning yet, we haven't even kissed, we've only touched."

He crosses that off the list the very instant you've finished your sentence, pecking your lips with his own. It only takes but a single strike of a match for a flame to catch, and you crash your lips into his when he lays his head back against the pillow. Oh, how perfect he is. And oh, how in love with him you are.

Whatever else was on the to-do list this morning has been tossed away without a second thought or a care in the world. For this moment is far more important than any other chore, errand, or task you had planned for the day. Jake had a talent for flipping your schedule with just a kiss on the lips.

When you pull away for a breath, he doesn't let it last long, making you gasp for air when he places his firm hand on the back of your neck and pulls you back in for another passionate caress. You hum into his mouth as his tongue ventures out over your soft lips, your soft sounds, like a gentle melody almost, causing his hips to search upward for your own and his mouth to break out into a perfect smile. It makes it harder to continue on with your kisses, but that's what makes it so much fun.

A delicious throb has begun to pulse between your thighs, so you can't help but push yourself down against him. His light grunt slides into a groan, arms wrapping around your body to pull you closer, to keep you as close as he possible can. With your chests pressed tight together, it's almost as if your hearts have morphed into one beating organ.

The kisses have slowed, desperate passion fizzling to its first end. Surely there will be plenty more beginnings and ends today, let alone this morning.

His lips pucker against yours lazily, smacking softly over your bottom one, to the corner of your mouth then up to your cupids bow. It feels like a dance, with its own steps and rhythm, as if a spell is being cast upon you.

He pulls away an inch, craning his neck back to look at your face up close. You grin, brushing your nose dearly against his, causing him to smile back.

He asks in a low tone, "Coffee first? Or sex?"

Laughter bursts from your chest, and you rest your head on his shoulder as you shake with giggles. His chest bounces with his own silent chuckles, hand coming up to smooth over your head.

"Ugh," you sigh, relaxing against him, "I'd like to say sex first but I think I'll need coffee for energy."

"Stay here," he murmurs, flipping you gently so your back is now pressed to the mattress, kissing your temple as he rolls off of you and pads across the bedroom in just a pair of boxers, "I'll brew us some." He knows exactly how you take yours. "Omelets after?"

"Ohhhh you know me so well," you stretch, watching him lean against the doorway, watching you in the morning light, "it makes me so horny."

He rolls his eyes and subtly adjusts himself before turning and sauntering away, "Settle down, I haven't even made it downstairs yet."

You smile to yourself as he vanishes into the hallway, letting the steady padding of his feet down the staircase lull you. The house is big, but not too big to where you can't hear him opening cabinets and placing two mugs down on the counter. You can hear him click the buttons on the coffee maker and the sound and smell of the roasted beans floats up to you, making your eyes shut softly.

Sharing a bed with Jake has made sleep come easy to you. His smell has stained the sheets and pillowcases, when he first went away on tour you feared when the sun went down and you crawled into bed alone. But, it went smoother than you thought, clutching his pillow to your chest, laying your head where he usually lays his and sleeping in his spot night after night. It's as though the sheets are his arms and you're wrapped up in them till dawn. The sound of him just down the stairs though makes dozing all the easier. Knowing that he's right there and not across the sea, in a different time zone where the sun is going down while you're getting up, it comforts you on an entirely different level.

Sleep has just begun to consume you, starting at your head and working its way down, until the bedding slowly slips off your body and someone has begun to travel up it.

"I was gone like five minutes and you're already asleep?" He teases with a growl in his voice, his lips brushing up the skin of your chest and shoulder to the shell of your ear.

You inhale deeply through your nose and smile sleepily, chest arching upwards to him as he retraces his way back down your body, lips tickling kisses onto your tummy and each of your hips.

"Sorry," you exhale, humming in content and widening your legs as you gaze at the ceiling, feeling his adventurous lips kiss your inner thighs, "it's so easy to sleep when you're home."

"I know what you mean." He nods, hair tickling your skin as it brushes over you. His eyes glance up to you as his breath fans over your clothed center, watching as you stare patiently yet expectingly at the ceiling. What an angelic view it is.

"Do you miss me when you go away?" You ask softly as if to fill the silence.

You've never been one for complete silence and staring, though Jake enjoys it quite a lot. He compares it to looking at art.

He smiles to himself, readjusting his position on his forearms and rests his chin softly on your lower tummy, "How crazy is it that I missed you just now downstairs in the kitchen?"

You lift yourself onto you elbows, grinning down at him with messy hair. He smiles back at you, the tops of his ears turning pink when you tilt your head to rest against your shoulder. With softened, fond eyes, you reach a single hand out to push his hair back from his face, combing your fingers through it and gently cupping his cheek as you admire him.

"Crazy, but sweet." Your voice is tiny. He loves it.

It makes him feel all warm and gooey inside, like a fresh baked chocolate chip cookie. He leans into your touch, then rests his head against your thigh. You lick your lips then bite the lower one, patience wearing thin. The smell of coffee invites you both downstairs for a cup, but you both know neither of you will be getting up for anything at all anytime soon.

"Lay back." He says, moving to sit on his knees and moves his hands straight to the sides of your underwear, hooking his fingers beneath the fabric and pulling them off as you let yourself fall back into the sheets and lift your legs for easy discarding. He tosses them aside, sliding his hands down the outsides of your smooth legs before pressing against the insides and spreading you out for him. With a growl and leans down and puts his mouth on you, hands gripping your thighs and moving to cup your ass.

Airy sighs and soft mewls leak from your lips as you tip your head back and clutch the sheets beneath your body. He keeps his lips on you, running his tongue through your wetness and suckling just enough to send a jolt through your body and make your thighs twitch. His hands move, one coasting up to roll your hardened nipples between his finger and thumb, and the other joining his mouth, drawing tight circles with the pad of his thumb over your bundle of nerves.

"Fuck you," it's a hiccuping gasp that makes him smile into your core and flatten out his tongue, your mess smearing across his cheeks and chin. You don't really mean it in the griping, irritated way. You mean it in the Jesus Christ you know me so well, better than I know myself, you know me just as you know how to play all your other instruments way. That's why he pulls away right when you're about to tip over the edge and kisses your knee delicately.

"A bit mouthy this morning." He comments with a smirk as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, "You kiss your mother with that mouth?"

As you lay panting, you rest your bare foot against his shoulder in a playful, albeit exhausted, shove as you breathily respond, "You kiss yours with your own?"

His fingers circle the arch of your foot just as you've gone to set it down, and brings it upward so he can press a gentle kiss to the inside of your ankle. Your eyes fall closed, feeling him touch and love you was enough, watching him do it to you seemed too much. It's why you often end up throwing an arm over your eyes as you carelessly moan beneath him.

"Look at me," he says as he shuffles, kicking off his underwear and sliding the head of his cock through you.

I can't you want to whisper back, but end up cracking an eye open anyway. He's staring at you with dark eyes, his chest rising and falling with every deep breath he takes. He's so ready, and so are you, but the moment before is almost better than the moment. Your hand reaches for his perched upon your hip, and his fingers interlace with your own as he slowly pushes into you.

"Ah..." he shudders, sinking in further as you lay back with an open mouth, nothing leaving it as he stretches you out pleasantly. "Tight thing. Wound up so tight for me." He huffs, only half way in.

Your walls contract as he looks at you, then squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling. Your breath stutters as he goes another inch, hand squeezing his own. He squeezes back.

"I love you," you whisper at a volume so low you're surprised he can hear you at all.

But he does, and he leans down and pushes in to the hilt, ripping a satisfied, dragged out moan deep from your chest as he licks into your mouth, "I love you too."

He slowly drags in and out, thrusting at an even pace to get you adjusted to the feeling. And when your hand lets go of his and to join the other to claw at the muscles of his back, he takes it as a sign to move a bit faster and with determination. Pants and moans and profanities fill the room, sheets ruffling and the bed frame creaking too, all sounds you've become addicted to since Jake got back.

"Is this a good morning for you, baby?" He murmurs against your heated skin, his voice as steady as can be, as if he's asking you if the weather was nice enough to have breakfast out on the porch.

You laugh through your pleasure, sighing back with a nod, "This is a great morning."

"How do you feel?" He asks again, this time his voice deeper, more sensual.

Jake and his questions. He always waits for an answer.

You swallow thickly, brows coming together as that feeling in your tummy grows heavier and heavier, "Jake-"

"Tell me," he insists that you speak in a voice that is as warm as whiskey, "I want to hear you."

"Good," you whimper, crying out as he brushes against that sweet spot inside of you, "so good."

His head drops, smile laced on his lips, and his hair curtains your faces together. Your breaths intermingle in the little space between you, hardly an inch away from the other. Not only can you hear every little sound he makes, every hitching exhale, every minuscule whimper, but you can see it all too. His thick eyebrows pushing together, creating a crease between them as he concentrates. When his tongue darts out to swipe over his pink lips, wetting them before he pulls the bottom one between his teeth to stifle another sound. Nostrils flaring and eyes squinting before readjusting every time you tighten up. It's all a beautiful show, and you're front row. Actually, you're the plot line.

"Pretty," he pants out, kissing over your hairline, "little thing. Doin' so well."

"Please, don't stop." You sigh, eyes rolling back, especially so when his hand drifts down to gently press a palm into your lower tummy. A high-pitched mewl rips from you as your arms hook behind his neck, "Jake!"

"Don't stop this?" He asks devilishly, though he is just as desperate as you are, his pumping hips faltering every so often. A cry of pure bliss falls onto his ears, one that makes him shiver and cradle you closer to him. You're so close, and so is he. "I won't stop for you, you close? Oh, I can feel you baby."

"Shhhh," you clench your teeth together, eyes squeezing shut as you climax builds, "just fuck me right now. No talking."

"Then just take it," he huffs into your ear, readjusting his position, pushing one leg up higher with his hand holding the back of your thigh as he begins to rock into you, "take it like a good girl."

A delicate noise trembles from your chest as your brows dip and eyes shut, hips moving on their own accord as you try to fight off your release a little longer.

"Oh?" He teases you, hands coming down to grip your hips, keeping you still in his hold, "Don't ignore it, invite it."

"You sound like my yoga instructor." You breathe just enough air to scoff at him before you're buried beneath your moans again.

He chuckles at it though, watching you from the new position on his knees, gritting his teeth together every time you tighten and draw him in. It isn't intentional anymore, you can't help it at all. Blissful cries leak from your lips as you search out for him, holding his arms to ground yourself.

"Jake-" you warn, turning your head, face twisting into a look of such intense pleasure it could be mistaken for pain.

It isn't though, far from it. Your arm moves to shield your face, but he pins them both down, making sure you can't hide from him.

"I know baby," he nods you on, his voice tender as he encourages you, "come on, do it for me. Gonna let go like a nice girl? Just for me?"

"Only-" you gasp and jolt as it creeps up on you, correcting yourself oh so sweetly, "always for you."

He smiles and nods at you, "Let's see it then. Feels so good, yeah? What's it feel like?"

It's too much for 9 a.m. Quite preposterous actually, and if you were both still having those sleepovers where he'd come and visit you for a night at your apartment, it'd be over by now because of a neighbor pounding on a shared wall. But that's not how it is anymore, and it hasn't been that way in quite some time, and it won't ever be like that again. You both know that.

So what does it feel like? Nothing short of heaven, you're sure.

But you can't phrase that right now, you can hardly think. Usually he'd make a comment about how he's fucking you stupid but lack of sleep and coffee is keeping his smug commentary at bay. All together, it's sweet morning sex. Vanilla for the two of you.

How lucky you are.

"I'm coming," you rush out, blinking up at him and opening your mouth to say one last thing, but nothing comes out because it crashes over you like a tidal wave.

He smiles, eyes sleepy and fucked out but his grin is bright. It always is.

"That's it," he murmurs his praises as you let go, spasming around his length and shaking beneath him as he comes down and speaks into the kiss he gives you, "there you go..."

He follows right behind you, letting go of your arms to draw you near and hold you against his chest as he lets go. Soft sounds of love mingle in the room a little longer as he keeps his hips moving to ride you both through it. Slowly, you come down from the high, and he stills, just keeping you in his arms a little longer.

The stillness of the morning, the feeling of him so close, the only noise now being your relaxing breaths. The after of it all is nearly just as perfect. You're unsure if you'll ever want to actually let go of this moment, let alone him.

"Good morning," he hums, lips brushing against the shell of your ear before he barely moves his lips to pucker against it.

A breath leaves your body in a laugh as you turn your head to look at him, "One of our best. I think this has been my favorite morning ever, actually."

The right side of his mouth hooks upward as he quietly tells you, "I've missed mornings like this."

You cup his cheek, his softened eyes making your heart warm and quite possibly grow ten sizes, "Me too."

Another minute of silence goes by. It's funny how right now you enjoy and allow it to soak in.

He pushes himself up onto his forearm, looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes, "Let's clean up, then coffee?"

You nod with a smile and join him in the bathroom.

© JOSHYKIZZY

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I’m glad that you guys seem to be liking Insidious so far 🥹🥰

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Insidious : Five

Jake Kiszka x Rory (Fem OC)

Warnings: Language, Violence, Mentions of Blood, Anxiety, Mentions of Drugs, Drinking, Gross Behavior, Disrespectful comments, Panic, Fainting. (I think that covers it all - if you feel something was missed, please shoot me a dm)

Word Count: 2.2k

Author's Note: This one felt good to write- I think you'll understand why.

Tempe, Arizona | Show #1 

Earlier that night..

“How the fuck do you think we’re gonna pull that off?” I bark into the phone. My blood is pumping through my veins at an astronomical rate. 

“Figure it out,” he tells me, matter of factly. Hanging up before I can say anything else. 

“That motherfucker,” I let out. How does he think we’re gonna— I hear the sound of rocks being slid against the ground. Turning and seeing Rory looking at me from the back door. 

Her eyes went wide as I started walking toward her, like a little deer in headlights. I bark out, “What the fuck are you doing?” My body feels hot but also numb as I quickly make my way over to her. 

She sounds nervous, but letting out a hesitant, “Uhhhh..” 

“How long were you there for?” I ask, staring at her with a scowl. 

She whispers, “Like thirty seconds.”

The look on her face stops me from questioning her further. She looks terrified of me at the moment, which no matter how much I poke and prod at her— I never want to be actually scary. I mutter, “Don’t fucking do that again.” 

At least she didn’t hear anything, I’ll take what I can get but I fear she’s going to find out sooner rather than later. 

Post-Show.. 

The boys decided to just hit the hotel bar tonight, which was shocking to me that they didn’t want to go out. But, I wasn’t going to complain about being able to just take an elevator and be back at my room. 

“Do you think Rory is gonna come down?” Josh asks. 

I shrug, “I don’t know? I haven’t spoken to her since before we played.” 

His eyebrows pull together, “How?” 

“Well,” I start, and then realize he’s gonna be pissed. “She may have walked outside while I was on the phone with—“ 

He rolls his eyes, “Were you an ass to her?”

“I may have yelled at her a little,” I cringe.

I know I shouldn’t have yelled at her the way I did, but hindsight or whatever. 

“I’ll text her,” he says, pulling his phone out. 

I grab my beer off the bar, walking off. Finding myself on the opposite side talking with some random men, who have also found themselves here. 

They seemed nice enough, but frankly, I was distracted. From the moment Rory walked into the bar, a dude near me kept looking over at her, but for some reason, it felt off. I couldn’t stop glancing over at him. 

“Where are you guys playing next?” The man next to me asks. 

I watch as this dude leans over to his friend, whispering something and the hair on my arms stands up. I don’t know what it is about his presence but it’s not sitting well with me. 

“Uhh..” I hesitate to answer his question. “New Mexico, I believe.”

He sips his beer, “Oh! You should stop—“ continuing to ramble off a few places near Albuquerque that he recommends us to stop at. I feel a little guilty not paying closer attention, but my brain was fully locked in on whatever this fucking guy was up to. 

A few minutes pass, and I see Rory walk over to him, Josh was stood next to her for a minute, but then wandered off. Come on, Josh. How are you leaving her there? 

The way she’s smiling at him, that little lean in when she laughs. He probably thinks he’s won her over. I feel insane watching from a distance, but I force myself to look over to this guy and try to talk with him a little longer. Doing everything in my power to not just fully stare at them while he tells me about where he’s from. 

Out of the corner of my eye, he walks away from her, toward the bar. I don’t love that. I see the bartender hand him a drink, but naturally he’s behind people so I can’t see him until he’s almost back to her. Nodding along to whatever this man is on about, not intentionally ignoring him, I just can’t shake this feeling. 

A few minutes pass, and I feel eyes on me. Turning to check on this dude and Rory’s staring directly at me, but looking away quickly like she was caught. I can see from here the way she’s swaying a little. 

“Hey, excuse me for a second?” I say to the man I’ve been kind of listening to and setting my drink on the table. 

Slowly walking closer to them, I can hear her tell him, “I’ll be right back.” My eyes locked on her as she starts to walk past him, but her legs start to give out. The sound of her drink hitting the ground and glass shattering made the rest of the boys look over. Pushing a chair out of the way, catching her as she starts to fall, holding her against me as I look up at this “man.” 

“What the fuck did you give her?” I snap at him, feeling her go limp in my arm.  

He smirks at me, mumbling, “She must be a light weight.” 

My eyebrows shoot up staring at him, asking, “Do you think I’m fucking dumb?”

“I mean..” he starts, standing in front of me now. “Just wanted her to.. Relax.”

 My heart pounds at the thought but I spit out, “So, you drugged her?” 

“I can take her from here,” he says, reaching his hand out.

Shaking my head a few times, backing up, and letting out, “The fuck you will?” 

“What’s going on?” Josh’s voice finally graces my ears, I look over to him and then glancing down at the now passed out version of Rory. He whispers, “I’ll take her.”  Holding her, he carefully walks out of the bar, heading toward the elevator. 

“So, y’all can share her, but I can’t have her for one night?” the shitty man says, stepping toward me.

Taking his lead, I get closer, tilting my head, “Can we talk about this outside?” 

“What if I say no?” he tries to question, when I see Sam and Dan come out from behind him. Danny’s hand landing on his shoulder, gripping tightly. 

Sam leans close to his ear, “You don’t really have a choice, Big Dog.” 

Walking out a back door, Danny practically throws this guy out the door before him. He stumbles before quickly walking toward me. 

“What the fuck?” he lets out, getting far too close to me. 

I can practically feel his breath on me, and unfortunately, I know what his fate is, but I don’t think that he does. 

“What’s your name?” I calmly ask. 

He shakes his head, “Sawyer? Why do you care?” 

I nod a few times, glancing over at Sam and Danny who are already smiling behind him, so patiently waiting. I laugh out, “Trust me, I don’t give a single shit about you.” 

He finally cracks, his fist balling up my shirt, getting in my face, he spits out, “Then what the fuck are we doing here?”

Knowing what’s about to happen, the grin on my face has to piss him off even more. I tell him, “Well, you think it’s okay to fuck with unwilling women– try me.” 

His arm pulls back, and I see the fist form as it comes racing back at me. Reaching up, and unfortunately for him, I’m faster– grabbing his wrist as it gets closer, holding it still in front of me. Letting out a laugh, glancing over to Sam, I bark out, “Really thought you’d pull that off, huh?” 

My hand drops his arm, and with no hesitation, my other fist makes contact with his jaw. Watching his head whip to the side, stopping for a second before looking back at me, his eyebrows furrowed. 

Stepping toward me, he swings again and misses– but I don’t, this time making direct contact with his nose. It’s a matter of seconds before he’s dripping blood onto his shirt. Not giving him time to recover, swinging on him, but he bats my arm away. Shoving me back against a wall, he attempt to hit me, but I dodged fast enough that his hand makes contact with the brick behind me. He closes in on me, grabbing my shirt again, but this time he tightens up on it enough to make it harder to breathe– he doesn’t need to know that. 

The blood trailing over his mouth now, I can’t stop the smile from growing on my face. He gets one good punch into my stomach, taking whatever breath I had away. Pushing him back, he comes at me with another swing, and it barely grazes my jaw as I watch Danny come up behind him, wrapping his arms around him to pull him back. 

Sam comes over to me quickly, whispering, “You good?” 

“Yeah, I got it,” I mumble back. 

Sawyer grumbles out, “What the fuck is your problem?”

“He already told you. Don’t do that shit, asshole,” Danny tells him. 

I walk toward them, not taking my eyes off of him as I do. My heart pounds as I get closer, something tells me that I shouldn’t be done with him yet. 

“Is she your girlfriend or something?” Sawyer hastily asks. 

Everything went silent after that. The blood pulsing through my veins faster than ever, the ringing in my ears is bordering painful, my jaw clenched tight. Every movement feeling like a blur, as Danny backs away from him and my foot connects with his chest, knocking him back. I stalk him shoving and swinging on him until he finally trips backward, landing on his ass. My foot pushing against his chest until his back hits the pavement, kneeling down over him as his chest struggles to rise with breath. 

I don’t know how many times my fist connected with his face, but the blood from his nose had splattered onto me. Feeling Sam’s hands grab my arms, pulling me off of him. 

“Jake,” he yells. “You did enough.” 

I look down and it’s hard to judge if he’s even conscious. 

“Go inside,” he tells me. “We’ll take care of it.” 

I turn my head far enough for my neck to crack loudly, before looking over at him. Muttering, “No traces left, okay?” 

Knocking on her room’s door, I whisper-yell, “Josh!” 

It takes a minute but he lets me in, carefully shutting it behind us. He mumbles, “She’s still gone.” 

“Shit, alright.” 

I step into her bathroom, turning the water on low, glancing into the mirror. I look like hell right now. Maybe it’s good she’s still out cold. Washing my hands as quickly as I can, watching the remnants of blood circle the drain as I do. 

“I don’t want to leave her alone,” Josh tells me as I walk out into the actual room. He’s sitting on the bed next to her— it looks like her body hasn’t even realized she’s in a bed. 

“Probably for the best,” I whisper back. Moving to the other side of the bed, and sitting in the armchair next to it. “God, what a fucking prick.” I breathe out. 

Josh leans over, looking at her, and giving me a tight-lipped smile. He mumbles, “At least you caught it quickly.” 

My hands wipe over my face, sitting back into the chair. I tell him, “I felt weird about him the entire time.” 

“I didn’t love the vibes I was getting,” he admits. “I even told her that someone was staring.. I didn’t think she’d actually go for it.” 

A sigh leaves my body at the thought, why would she do that? Did she not find him even slightly creepy?  I groan, “She probably already had too much alcohol in her. Did she eat anything today?” 

Josh stares at me blankly, muttering, “Now that you ask.. I don’t think she did.” 

I stand up, sitting next to her on the bed. God, she looks so helpless. A little shiver runs down my spine. Shaking my head to rid the thoughts, gently moving her hair away from her face. I whisper, “Do you want to stay with her?” 

“I can.” 

Standing up, I carefully slide her shoes from her feet. It’s a team effort to get her actually under the covers, but we managed and she didn’t even flinch. Poor thing. 

“Text me when she wakes up,” I tell him. 

He nods, turning the tv on and immediately muting it. Mumbling, “You did the right thing, Jake.” 

I stare at him for a second, my heart racing at the comment, and all I can say is, “I’ll see you in the morning.” 

The sound of the shower felt louder tonight. I stood there in the hot water, as it was just pelting my chest. Making sure to rid of anything that could remind me of what happened earlier. 

At least you saved her. 

Shaking my head, hoping that it helps the thoughts go away. Running the hot water over my face for a moment, trying to soak in the feeling. 

“You did the right thing, Jake.”

Closing my eyes tighter, the anxiety washing over me as I stand here. My heart pounds trying to forget again. It had been a while since this happened. 

I end up sitting on the floor of the shower, the water is still running over me. Tucking my head forward, practically against my knees, and my throat feels tight. I can see her. 

I succumb to the memory, and all I can choke out is, “I’m so sorry.” 

Four

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Soooooo... good and bad news-

Bad news: I'm pushing Chapter Thirteen of CBFM to next week :(

GOOD NEWS: I had a revelation as I was working on the chapter and realized that there was a whole section that I wanted to add in, but it's gonna take me a little longer to get through. (Hence the postponing to next week) But I think that it'll be worth the wait!!

Even better news: I have a peace offering that will be delivered later today to make up for the lack of Danny & Mel content. 😘

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Insidious | Masterpost

(Dark AU) Jake Kiszka x Rory (Fem OC)

(** All of Greta Van Fleet will be in this **)

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This is a work of fiction and is in no way depicting the reality of any of those mentioned. I am not affiliated with Greta Van Fleet in any way. Everything in this story is an alternate universe and entirely made up inside my brain.

Warnings: Mature themes, Vulgar language, Violence, Crimes, Possible drug use, Drinking, 18+ (On-Page) Sexual Content, Mental health / anxiety, Dark - Alternate Universe (There will be content warnings for each chapter, but this is a general summary of what's to come - so if you want to steer away now, that is o-kaay)

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A story about Rory, a girl who is smart and takes no shit, getting roped in by a boy with a whole lot of secrets.

Black Cat x Grumpy / Enemies to Lovers / Dark Romance

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Insidious : Four

Jake Kiszka x Rory (Fem OC)

Warnings: Strong language, Alcohol, Drinking/Blacking Out, Insinuations/Foul Play, Moshing, Strange (but hot) men, Metal Music, Angry themes, anxious thoughts, a lot of Josh, and not thinking straight.

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Tempe, Arizona | Show #1

“You guys have two hours!” I shout as they’re all fucking around on the bus. “Can you at least get dressed?” Looking over at Sam who was completely clothed at one point today but now, he’s sat in his boxers. 

“Okay, okay!” Sam throws his hands up, laughing as he does. Winking as he says, “Only because you asked nicely.”

Shooting him a smile, “Thank you!” 

I spend most of the afternoon trying to not check my schedule too many times and let them do whatever they want, so they don’t get too antsy. Trying to remind myself that they’re still boys at the end of the day— they need to get the energy out or it’ll suddenly be my problem. 

Unfortunately, I’m the one who’s losing their mind. Taking the opportunity, I sneak off into the bathroom to finish doing my makeup. The room is tiny, but it’s oddly comforting to sit in. Carefully setting my makeup bag in the sink, I start pulling out what I need. 

This may be the only time during my days where I get to feel normal, and not think about the fact I’m going to be surrounded by men all the time for a couple weeks. 

Naturally, the moment I start blending out my concealer, my peace is disrupted. 

“When are you gonna check in for the hotel rooms?” Jake’s voice fills the tiny room. Glancing over at him, his arms folded over his chest, leaning against the door frame. 

Pausing my rapid patting with my sponge to tell him, “I was planning on it after I looked presentable.” 

“Hmm..” he hums out, but not moving. “You do know that everyone is gonna end up at a bar somewhere, right?” 

Staring at him, straight faced and slightly unamused by his comment. 

Letting out a small chuckle, he says, “It’s tradition.”

“Tradition?” I question, turning back to the mirror to try and get this over with. 

“Maybe that’s not the word,” he says. “But, it happens every tour, so..be prepared.” 

My eyebrows pop up, but I don’t say anything. Choosing peace and to not play into his weird game of doubting me. But he proceeds to tell me about how many hotel rooms there should be, the things that need to be left in said hotel rooms, and what time I needed to be back here for the show. 

“Jake,” I finally cave. Turning to face him as I zip my bag shut. “I know what I’m doing.” 

He smirks, “I’m just making sure.”

Rolling my eyes, I breathe out, “Can you move?” 

He doesn’t. Standing there, looking proud as fuck, he stares at me trapped in this closet of a bathroom. His arms still folded over his chest, there was something about the way his eyes looked that just felt unsettling. 

Raising my eyebrows at him, and sinking into my hip, I ask, “Hello?”

He stays silent. 

“For fucks sake,” I mutter as I try to push past him. He doesn’t make it easy, and I practically trip trying to slip through the door frame with him in it. His hand grabbed my arm and stopped me from actually falling. 

“First day with legs?” He asks, oozing with sarcasm. 

My head whips over to him, snapping, “Oh, fuck off.”

“You’d like that,” he says, pulling the door shut. 

I can never tell where I stand with him and honestly at this point– I don’t care to. This is my job and unfortunately, we’re just gonna have to be around each other and if he wants to play this weird cat and mouse game with me, then he has another thing coming. 

It doesn’t really take that long to get the hotel rooms situated, which yet again, I’ll never understand how they can afford these things considering the genre of music they play. Maybe they are better off than it seems, who’s to say? I personally will not be complaining because they did in fact, give me my own room. 

Once I’m back at the venue, which mind you is this grimy looking bar that has a stage in it, I can’t help but notice that people have started lining up. Something I am a bit more familiar with- plenty of boys in black skinny jeans with nasty looking converse. It’s amazing that we haven’t lost the culture yet. 

“How’s everything going?” I ask as I walk up behind Josh. 

He spins around, a smile on his face, “Oh, we are basically good to go.”

“Thank God,” I breathe out. “Do you need anything?”

He shakes his hand, patting my arm a couple times, “I’m good. I think you need a drink though.”

I slow blink at him before letting out, “Um, yes.”

“Join me, my sweet,” he says, holding his arm out for me to grab. “Let us find a beverage together!” 

I laugh, linking my arm through his, “Show me the way, my liege!” 

Sipping on my fruity little cocktail that Josh so graciously ordered for me, I look over to him, mumbling, “This is exactly what I needed.” 

“I had a feeling,” he giggles. “You seemed tense.”

I suck in a deep breath, staring at him for a second before admitting, “I just feel like someone has eyes on me all the time.” 

“You get used to it,” he tells me. Sipping on his drink before saying, “He’s really not an asshole. I don’t know what’s gotten into him lately.” 

I hear the doors open behind me, turning my head to see a handful of scrawny boys walking towards us, including the rest of the ones I’m in charge of. 

“There you two are!” Sam says louder than necessary. Leaning over our laps to order a drink. “Should have known Josh would have swindled you in here.” 

“He has a way of doing that,” Danny tells me, side-eyeing Josh. 

I bark out a laugh, listening to the three of them bicker with each other. Well, it’s really two against one right now, but regardless, it’s hilarious. 

“What did you get today?” Danny asks, looking over at my glass. 

I shrug, “Oh, Josh ordered it. I have no idea.”

His eyes go wide, “Be careful. He knows his way around alcohol– he’ll have you on your ass QUICK.” 

Josh winks at me, letting out a little laugh. Holding up his glass for a second before taking a sip, and now I wish I knew what this was. Thankfully, Josh didn’t seem like he was trying to get me absolutely obliterated before they even went on, but Danny’s comment is gonna be stowed in the back of my mind for later. 

“Drinking on the job?”

I swear he hates me for some fucking reason. 

I turn to Jake, clocking the fact he has a beer in hand and a shit eating grin on his face. 

“I feel like you don’t have much room to talk, now do you?” I let out, tilting my head slightly and smiling back at him. 

He blinks slowly at me, “Cute.” 

“Glad you think so,” I mumble back to him, my eyebrows raised, hoping he remembers that night. 

He doesn’t say anything else, turning to go talk to one of the opener bands guitarist. Good. If there’s one thing he needs to learn about me, is that I’m simply not afraid of men like him. 

After we all scurry out of the main part of the bar, they open the doors for everyone else to come in. I could feel the energy in the building shift once fans were present– it’s addicting. 

Quite literally part of why I got into the industry, the adrenaline of a show is my favorite feeling. Even being on the working side of it, still does the trick. Hearing the chatter of people filtering in, I can’t resist from going to look. 

Even though the venue is small, seeing it filled to the brim, really was a sight. I had managed to walk out just in time for the first band on the bill to start, and I can’t deny that I wasn’t a little excited to witness all the other bands as well. 

I wasn’t necessarily the biggest fan of metalcore by any means, but it definitely crossed my radar from time to time. Always preferring things under the rock umbrella, but I did thoroughly enjoy working shows like this because the crowds were fun to watch. 

It’s not long before the pushing and shoving began, and I had to hold back the laughs when it did. The opening band was fairly heavy, but almost not enough to warrant a pit to open up, but it was definitely worth the watch.  

I stood with the few sound guys that were working, noticing that none of the band was out here, and not fully understanding why. Most shows I worked, the headliners would typically pop out to watch a little bit of the sets. I stared down the little hallway, seeing them roaming about back there so I knew they were at least alive. 

Feeling my phone vibrate a few times before I finally pulled it out to check.

Georgia: how’s everything going!? 

Georgia: imysm i hope youre having fun at least!! 

Quickly replying to her–

Me: i miss you too! Things are going, it’s the first show so it’s just taking some getting used to. I’ll keep you updated tho. 

Swiping out of our messages and seeing my other favorite lady with the blue dot next to her name, I can’t fight the smile that grew on my face. 

Ruby: omg how is it? Send me pics of danny when they go on hehe 

Ruby: i can’t wait to see you soon 

Me: oh rubes, of course I will LMAO 

Me: i know it can’t come fast enough!! It’ll be so fun 

I feel an arm drap across my shoulders, and to my surprise when I look over, Sam is stood next to me. 

“Well, hello,” I laugh out. 

He smiles, looking over at me, loudly asking, “Having fun?”

I nod a few times, both of us turning to watch the band on stage. 

It was refreshing that at least three of the boys I have to worry about don’t seem to have any issues with me. Especially Josh for some reason, I don’t know why he has been extra welcoming, but I don’t want to say that too loud or anything. 

The first set was the shortest, as you would expect, so it’s not long before they are announcing that they only have one song left. Sam and I taking our cue to head back to not be in the way while they switch out sets. 

Walking into the tiny greenroom with honestly too many people wandering in and out, I couldn’t help but notice that Jake was missing. Josh and Danny wrapped up in conversation with another band member, with Sam wandering off from me to mingle with another bass player. 

Finding my way out behind the bar, there he is. I didn’t even fully walk outside before I could hear him, which he sounded.. upset? Glancing around the door, he’s pacing around this small dirt parking lot. The light barely catching him, but his black skinny jeans hung lower on his hips than I’d like to admit, and his lack of shirt was really fucking with me. I’ve seen more of this man in the last thirty six hours than I ever meant to. 

“How the fuck do you think we’re gonna pull that off?” he barks into the phone. 

I’m not jealous of whoever is on the other end of that call. 

His arm flying out to the side, the cigarette carefully dangling from between his fingers– shocking that he didn’t send it across the length of the parking lot. 

He pulls the phone away from his ear, and all I can hear him say is, “That motherfucker.” Slowly starting to turn towards the door, I feel a chill run through my body when he clocks me standing here. I could see the scowl on his face even in minimal light and I knew I was fucked even further. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” he asks me, walking towards me faster than my brain can comprehend. 

I hesitate to say anything, and all I can get out is, “Uhhhh..” 

“How long were you there for?” he asks, now standing uncomfortably close to me and his voice is low. 

I feel my hands shaking slightly, I whisper, “Like thirty seconds.”

He stares at me, the anger still in his eyes as he does. Finally mutters, “Don’t fucking do that again.” Walking inside past me, practically shoving me into the door. 

What the fuck was that? 

I spent the next two bands trying to forget what happened, but something about the way he acted just sat weird with me. Standing at the sound booth when it was finally their turn to go on. Watching as the sound guys check the mics and everything, I look over to see them coming out from the hall. 

The crowd was insane from the moment they stepped on stage. I can’t argue that they didn’t have a good set. Despite never having looked them up, it was fun to watch them, even if things felt a little off for me right now. Making sure to send Ruby a few pictures of Danny, that I was able to get easily being backstage. 

The way they captivated the fans was incredible to see. I don’t know what it was about them, but they really were mesmerizing. Nothing would have prepared me to hear Josh screaming like that, with how sweet and charming he is off stage. He absolutely blew me away. 

Giving each of them a moment to shine in my brain– I found myself spending a few minutes staring at each of them. Danny tearing up the drums was wild and I can see why his arms look the way they do. The man never stops. It was more than impressive and I suddenly understand Ruby’s attraction. Not quite in the same way, but I get it.

Sam did the absolute most with that bass. The way he would flip his hair around while he was playing had me laughing. He really played it up when there wasn’t a ton for him to do, and I’d like to say whatever his goal was, I think it worked. I could see a few girls eyeing him from the crowd and I’m almost positive that he saw it too. 

Something about Jake had me in a trance it felt like. The way his hips moved against his guitar and the expression on his face, had my body warming up as I stood there. His smile when everyone would cheer after a song was over, and unfortunately, he was an attractive man and I’m just a girl. He was wildly talented, not that I doubted him, but I never would have guessed he was like this. 

His fingers flying along the neck of the guitar as he solos and playing whatever riff he could think of. Doing everything in my power to not stare at them too hard, but it was difficult to look away. 

Shaking my head, I finally walk off to get everything ready for when they’re done. Picking up any leftover trash to try and be helpful to the bar, since they’ve been awesome to us so far. Looking in my bag, and double checking all the hotel room keys, just in time to hear the crowd cheering for what must be the last song. 

A few minutes later, they all come into the greenroom looking nasty as ever. All of them out of breath and I don’t think a single one of them made it more than ten seconds before losing their shirt. My brain clocks in as soon as they all settle down, telling them, “I have your room keys and the driver is ready to bring all of you back to the hotel so if you want to shower you can.” 

All four of them staring over at me, and all I get in response is some heavy breathing. 

I continue, “Whatever or whoever you want to do after that is up to you, I just want to make sure everybody gets to the hotel in one piece.” 

“How nice is the hotel bar?” Sam asks. 

I laugh, “You’d be surprised.” 

“Perfect.” 

It’s not long before I’ve corralled them all onto the bus– nobody talks about how hard it is to wrangle four adult men, but it’s like giving a cat a bath. The drive over to the hotel was short and surprisingly quiet considering who were talking about here. 

They all grab their respective keys and disappear into their rooms and I wander down the hall to mine. All the rooms were near each other so it wasn’t hard to find each other. Sam and Danny were in one together and the twins in another, so it was even easier. 

Letting my door shut behind me, I relish in the quiet finally. Not that the bus was that uncomfortable to sleep in, but boy, was I excited to sleep in this bed tonight. Laying down immediately, fully dressed, I had no shame. God, this is incredible. 

It lasts for all of a few minutes when my phone goes off. 

Josh: Bar? 

Me: idk this bed is comfy 

Josh: just for a little bit? 

Josh: you know you want to! 

I let out a sigh, knowing he wasn’t going to let up unless I said yes. A drink or two wouldn’t hurt and at least I get to just sit down. 

Me: okay fine lol you win 

Changing into a looser band shirt, and tying it up so it was more cropped. I slip my bra off, pulling it out one of the sleeves. I have nobody to impress right now, so who cares? Sliding my my shoes back on, I grab my bag, with my key in it, and head downstairs. 

“Yeahhhh!” Josh’s voice echoes as he sees me. The other boys turning and cheering with him. 

I laugh as I get closer, telling him, “I’m only having maybe two drinks, don’t get too excited.” 

“Here I’ll order you something!” he couldn’t spit it out fast enough. “You deserve to celebrate your first show too.” Handing me another pretty looking drink that I don’t bother to question because I quite literally watched the bartender make it. 

“Well, I will agree with that.” Clinking our glasses together, it felt like we really just solidified a friendship in the moment. 

A handful of other people made their way into the bar and it was pretty fun to just hang out with everyone. Naturally, a handful of girls knew where the boys were staying so I got to enjoy watching them try to swindle them into taking them back to their rooms. So far, the only one who seems interested is Sam. Danny is fully invested in a conversation with a few random dudes that he met. There are a couple girls trying to talk to the twins, but unfortunately for the girls, neither of them seem that intrigued. 

I stayed at the bar, avoiding mostly anybody that wasn’t paying me. Nursing the drink that Josh had ordered, jostling the cup so I could make the tiny bits of ice swirl in the cup. Unprepared for a new drink to appear in front of me, Josh smiling as I look over. 

“You look like you needed a refill,” he says, his raspy voice cutting through the bar chatter. 

I smile at him, “Thank you.”

“There’s a man who keeps looking at you,” he whispers. “Do you want me to encourage him or not?” 

I shake my head, “Please– god, no.” 

He laughs at my response, squeezing my shoulder a few times, telling me, “No worries, I’ll deter him.” 

It’s not that I wasn’t interested in potentially getting laid, just not tonight. I don’t particularly love one-night-stands, but a girl’s gotta do what she’s gotta do, y’know? 

Looking over to where Josh has trot off to, I can’t help but notice the dude he’s talking to and he is kinda hot. Damn, maybe I messed up. My legs had a mind of their own when I found myself walking towards them 

“Hey,” I let out, and Josh’s head whips over to me. 

His eyes looking all over my face, and then looking towards the guy, “This is Rory, our tour manager.” 

I rake my eyes all over this man- tall, tattoos, his hair pulled up into the messiest bun I’ve ever seen, and green eyes. He was a dream. I think if my eyes could pop out of my head, they would have. 

He looks at me, and I can feel the way he’s staring at my tits through my shirt, his eyebrow pops up and he finally says, “Nice to meet you, Rory.” 

My nerves making me down my drink faster than I probably should have. We stood there talking for a while, I hadn’t even noticed that Josh left. Discovering that his name was Sawyer, and that he also worked in the industry. He was working for one of the opening bands. 

“Here you go, angel,” he says, handing me a drink. Against my better judgement, I take a few sips from it. Definitely not as good as whatever Josh orders, but he’s so pretty I can’t say no. 

“So,” I start, but asking, “Where do you live?” 

He smiles sweetly at me, saying, “I actually live in Austin, but–” He starts telling me about where he’s from, but my brain isn’t processing what he’s saying. 

I look around, noticing that Jake is standing across the bar and I happen to look at him long enough that his head turns to face me. My eyes darting back over to Sawyer, who’s still rambling on, talking with his hands, his beautifully tattooed hands. 

Shifting my weight from one leg to the other, my body starts to feel warm. I take another sip of my drink, hoping it helps but, it does the exact opposite. My stomach turns and I look up at Sawyer, trying to hide the embarrassment, I tell him, “I’m just gonna run to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” Taking all of two steps to walk around him, and my vision starts to get spotty. Stumbling over myself, and dropping my drink. I feel someones arm wrap around me as I start to fall. And all I hear is, “What the fuck did you give her?” before it all goes black.

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Insidious : Three

Jake Kiszka x Rory (Fem OC)

Warnings: Tension, a lot of foul language, teasing, taunting, boys being boys, some light angst, uncomfortable situations, and ultimately some black cat energy is shown.

Word Count: 2.6k.

Author's Note: Never let 'em know your next move or whatever that saying is. 🤭 No posting schedule means you get surprise drops for new chapters. Happy Thursday 😘

Tour starts tomorrow and I am so far from ready.  

Don’t get it twisted— I made sure their schedule is all situated and detailed. After Jake’s shit attitude, I perfected that schedule so he had no room to speak. 

“I can’t believe you’re leaving me,” Georgia whined, laid across my bed, for the thousandth time. 

It was kind of abrupt so I can’t be that annoyed with her, giving her a quiet, “I know.. I’m sorry.” 

“Ugh, don’t be,” she says, sitting up. “I’m jealous that you get to spend so much time with all of them.” 

I finally looked over at her, telling her, “Literally don’t be.” 

“HOW?!” She gasps. “Have you LOOKED at them? Actually— I know you have! You quite literally made out with one of them!” 

My eyebrow raised at her, “And look how far that got me. He was an absolute asshole to me the other day.” 

“Maybe he was just having a bad day,” her efforts to make me feel better are cute. 

“G,” I start. “I would love to think that, but I have worked with these types of musicians before. He’s just a prick.”

“There’s really no getting through to you, huh?” She laughs. “Well, can I at least help you finish packing? Since you’re abandoning me and whatever.” There it is again. 

“Ugh, I’m gonna miss you. Keep me updated,” Georgia rambles out, her eyes slightly teared up. “Be safe. Love you. Bring home a gift for me.” 

The last bit making me laugh, I reach over the center console, wrapping my arms around her. “Love you too and yes,I’ll keep you updated. Don’t even worry.” 

Grabbing my bags from her backseat, we pathetically blow kisses to each other. Taking a deep breath before I turn towards the bus. It’s still shocking to me that they can afford a nicer tour bus when I had never heard of them but whatever. 

“Well, hi there, gorgeous,” Josh giggles as I get closer. “Are you ready for the chaos?” 

I smile weakly, letting out a breathy, “I think so.” 

“Ladies first,” he says, gesturing to the steps. 

Walking up then slowly, I can’t say I wasn’t a little shocked. Everything was still borderline sterile looking. Not that I expect them to be gross, but boys, you know? 

“Oh wow,” I let out, slightly embarrassed. 

Josh sneaks past me, “I’ll give you a quick rundown.” Pointing at the bunks as he explained who sleeps where, and then giving me the choice of which one I would want. 

“We’ve all gotten accustomed to taking the same ones every tour,” he says. “So, you can either choose across from Jake or this top one by yourself.” 

The top one is the most appealing but I’m just asking to fall out in the middle of the night. 

Reluctantly saying, “I’ll just take this one.” Gesturing at the bunk across from Jake’s. 

“He’s not always in a bad mood, I promise,” he tells me, with a slight grimace on his face. 

“Yeah,” Jake’s raspy voice comes from behind me. Quietly saying, “I’m a fuckin delight most of the time.” 

My eyes roll at the sound of it, and in the most monotone I can keep my voice, I say, “Oh, I’m sure.”

“God, can you not scare her away the first day?” Danny asks him, I can hear the laugh in his voice. 

I sit on the edge of my new bed, unzipping my bag to grab a few things. Plugging in chargers, unrolling my favorite blanket, just basic things. 

“It’s gonna be strange having a girl on the bus with us,” Sam lets out, but quickly catching himself, “Not in a rude way.”

“None taken,” I laugh. “I promise I won’t try to change your ways.” 

He looks around and whispers, “You won’t care if we bring back other girls?” 

“I brought headphones for a reason,” I tell him, watching the smile grow on his face. I whisper, “Get laid all you want.” 

Jake scoffs from his bunk, because why wouldn’t he? 

“What?” I question him, glancing over. 

He laughs, “I’m just intrigued to see how long that lasts before you get jealous.” 

“Jealous of what? You?” I ask, trying not to laugh. “Yeah, I’ll be alright.”

His eyes lingered on me for a second, and I hate that. Finally mumbling, “Did you bring the schedules?” 

Pulling them from my bag and handing them to him, “Here. I made sure all the requirements were met— for travel time and what not.” 

He looks through a few pages quietly, and I force myself to go back to making my bunk feel more homey. I don’t understand how anybody even has sex in these. They’re so small. 

Laying back onto my bed, my stomach flips at the thought of what the next couple weeks will be. I’ve done touring management before, but something about this feels different for some reason. 

It was only about another hour or so before everybody got onto the bus to leave. The reality has been plaguing my mind. I’m on a bus with all men, one of which seems to have it out for me. I’m a glorified babysitter. This better be worth the money. 

I could hear them all laughing in the little living room area up front. I just laid in my bunk, mostly scrolling through apps and pretending like I would catch up on some reading. 

Doing everything in my power to not listen to what they were talking about, but curiosity got me. Creeping out of my bunk, disregarding that I changed into some shorts, I wander up to where they are. 

A grand welcome as they all say hi at once practically. 

“Hiii!”

“Well look who it is!”

“Hello there.”

Josh quickly scooting over so I could sit next to him, asking as I sit down, “What do you want to drink?” 

“Anything,” I laugh out. 

Sam holds out a Highnoon for me. 

“Thank you.” 

“Anyway, where were we—“ 

I sat and listened to them recount stories from past tours. It was surprisingly nice to just listen to them, even if I had no idea about most of the things they talked about. Seeing all of them laugh together was a refreshing sight after how nervous I spent the first half of the day. 

Sam was the first one to retreat to his bunk, and not long after Danny’s phone starts ringing and he’s off to talk to Ruby. Leaving me with Thing One and Thing Two. 

“So, Rory,” Josh starts. “You’ve been on tour before?” 

I nod, telling him, “Yes, a few times. They’ve all been smaller bands though, so this is fun for me.” 

His hand lands on my arm, squeezing it a couple times. The smile on him is honestly beautiful, I can understand why the girls fall all over him. He mutters, “Well, I’m happy you’re here.” 

Standing up he looks at Jake and then back at me, telling us, “I think I need to go be horizontal, so I am bidding you adieu.” 

“You really didn’t know that I was in this band?” Jake finally pipes up. 

I shake my head, sipping on my drink quietly. Kind of desperately, to be honest— I just wanted to finish it so I could get into bed without looking suspicious. But let’s be real, after how he treated me the other day, why would I want to be around just him? 

“I didn’t apply specifically for your band,” I told him. “I didn’t have a ton of time to look it up when I had the rest of my life to get in order.” 

He sips on his beer, just watching me. He lets out a quiet, “Hmm.” 

My body wants to squirm out of his sight, but my brain isn’t gonna give in that quickly. I meet his stare, blinking at him slowly. 

“Did you know it was me?” I ask him. 

The corner of his lip twitches— that’s a yes. Pulling his beer back up to his mouth, he sips on it, stalling the answer. He finally mutters back, “I had a feeling.” 

‘A feeling’ my ass. He absolutely knew it was me and probably thought that I was just trying to apply for his band because of him. WRONG. 

“Hmmm,” I hum back, mocking him. It feels like we’re playing the dumbest game of chicken as we both sit here trying to finish our drinks, but neither of us wanting to be the first one to stand up. 

What’s worse about the entire situation is that, he is hot. But, the way he spoke to me the other day, as if I had to just listen to his every command whether he was being a decent human or not, didn’t sit well with me. Also, this is my job now– if he thinks that I will just cave that easily again for him, he is sorely mistaken. 

“You’re sure you can handle us?” he asks, his head tilted slightly as he does. 

My eyebrows pull together, unable to hide the tone in my voice when I tell him, “Yeah, I think I’ll be fine.”

He smirks at me, “I guess we’ll find out, wont we?”

Something about the way he’s been talking to me today has me questioning him. There was just something about everything he’s said that felt.. Off. 

“Do you have a problem with me?” I finally cave, but staring at him as he lets out a laugh. 

“Not at all,” he says, shaking his head. “Why do you ask?”

The attitude couldn’t be stronger when I say, “Well, you were rude to me the other day and now you seem like you doubt my abilities, when in reality, you chose to hire me. So, do we have an issue or?” 

He chuckles to himself again, taking a sip of his beer and setting the can on the table next to him. He leans forward in his seat, toward me, and asks, “So, how many drinks does it take for you to flirt with me?” 

The warmth runs through me and my muscles tense up. That motherfucker. I spit out, “You’re a real piece of work.” 

His smile feels foul, standing up in front of me, he mutters out, “Seems like you need some sleep, babe.”

“That’s it?” I ask, my head almost hurts at how tightly my eyebrows are knit together at this point. 

He turns around to look at me, “We’ll see if you still want to be here in a couple days.” 

He disappears into his bunk and all I can think is, What the fuck does that mean? 

I sat there finishing the last few sips of my drink before finally crawling into my bed, pulling the little curtain shut so I could feel alone. It didn’t take long before I was ready to knock out, tucking my phone under my pillow and hoping that I could just fall asleep quickly. 

Still dark, but the sounds of everyone moving around in the bus woke me up. I lay there for a few more minutes, mustering up the energy to babysit four grown men. Something I hadn’t really considered, because I only really did festivals or worked in venues for even smaller shows, was the fact that I was living with four grown men. 

Leaving my bed, I go to grab a drink and am met with three of them sat in their boxers in the front of the bus. All of them littered with tattoos, which was a little shocking to my eyes, but when I really thought about it, I was a fool to think they would be bare. 

Josh had been the most friendly to me so far, but he just seemed very friendly in general. I was consistently distracted by his tongue ring with the way he talks and is so expressive. It was worse this morning because after saying our ‘good mornings’ to each other, he yet again, let me plop down next to him. 

“You haven’t seen one of our show yet, right?” Sam asks. 

I shake my head quietly, telling him, “Not yet, but I’m excited to see you guys on stage. I’ve only heard good things.” 

“Hell yeah,” he says, chuckling to himself. 

I can’t help but notice the tattoos on his chest and how they compliment him so well. He wasn’t overly tattooed, but what he did have suit him nicely. Mostly black and gray tattos from what I could see. Not that I need to see any other ones he has, this is honestly difficult enough.  

Danny finally grumbling out, “Jake needs to hurry up– I need to piss.”

“Just go in there,” Josh laughs out. “What’s the worst that could happen?” 

Danny laughing with him, “You know what? Fuck it.”

Walking over to the little bathroom that we had, just big enough for a standing shower, toilet and sink, he whips the door open and hollers, “Sorry pretty boy, Daddy needs to pee!” The door slamming behind him as the three of us cackle at the interaction, listening to Danny laugh and Jake yell at what I can imagine is him witnessing things he wasn’t prepared for. 

It’s not long after Danny’s peeing incident that the shower cuts off. I’m fully invested in a story that Josh has been telling me for what feels like twenty minutes, when I can just feel the evil presence that is Jake. 

I stupidly looked over to see him stood there with his towel wrapped tightly low on his hips, giving me a full glimpse at probably eighty percent of his body. More than I needed really. Noticing how many more tattoos on his body, including the ones peeking out from the towel on his hips. 

“Eyes up here, chief,” he says, and my face flushes at the realization that I was staring that hard. “What time do we load in?” 

“Uhh, hold on,” I mumble. Pulling out my phone and finding the schedule, I look back over to him, “4 p.m.” 

His eyebrow shot up, like he was surprised, letting out, “Well, look at that. Maybe she will be helpful, boys.” 

I roll my eyes, he was just testing me, of course. But to my surprise, Josh pipes up, “Can you just let her do her job, asshole?” 

Shaking his head, he turns to go grab some clothes and I whip my head away from him when I see him starting to undo the towel. 

“I don’t know what’s crawled up his ass lately,” Sam lets out. 

Josh takes his turn to roll his eyes, saying, “My control freak of a brother? I can tell you exactly why he’s being a dick.” 

Sam snaps his fingers, pointing at Josh quickly, “You’re so right. He’s mad that someone else gets to tell him what to do.” 

“Oh, for sure,” Josh agrees. 

I look between the two of them, slightly confused, and caving when I ask, “Is there really anything else other than me just telling you guys when to be places? Like.. I’m just kind of babysitting.”

Danny’s face is the first one to drop, quickly looking at the other two. When he hesitates to say, “Uh.. yeeeaah. He’s just.. particular is all.”

Then it was Sam’s turn to sound a little nervous, “Yeah, he’s just picky. Nothing else. Nothing at all.” Clearing his throat very obviously uncomfortable, he stands up and tells us, “I’m gonna get dressed. We’re almost there anyway.”

Danny followed him down the little hallway, and I’m left there with Josh. Turning to look at him and it feels like he wants to dodge my eye contact, but he doesn’t. We sat there talking about the show and he was filling me in on what to expect crowd wise. 

The bus finally parks and the other three come hustling towards the door, ready to escape into some fresh air. Josh stands up and looks at me, his hand landing on my shoulder when he says, “Happy first day of tour, love.”  

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Come Back For Me : Chapter Twelve

Danny Wagner x Melody (Fem OC)

Warnings: (18+ Smut - lowkey the bulk of this chapter so if you wanna be surprised, move along. Otherwise, please read and be safe!) Fluff, tensions, flirting, heavy petting, oral (F & M receiving), unprotected sex (please wrap it up IRL) SLIGHT daddy kink, choking, maybe a little bit of overstimulation if you squint, Danny is a DOM for sure (but in like a loving way)

Word Count: 2.3k (pure filth LMFAO)

Summary: um well.. sometimes friends slip up?

Author's Note: HELLO. I wasn't fully satisfied with how the chapter was and needed to let it simmer a little longer and arguably, I think you'll agree that it was worth it. This one is SEXY guys. Grab you a drink and a sweat towel, I'll see you in the next one! 😉

Sweat - Zayn "Let me love you, baby Let me touch you where you like it, Let me do it for ya"

“You can come here if it’s easier?” I tell her, setting my phone down to grab a drink from my fridge. We’ve still been talking a lot more since having that conversation at the bar and especially since I hung out with her and Iris that one day. 

“You’re so right. I’ll see if my dad has plans or not,” she says, laughing at the fact that the obvious answer was right there. 

I laugh with her, telling her, “Well, you’re more than welcome. I’ll even help you if you want.”

“You’d do that for me?” She gasps dramatically. “And they say chivalry is dead!” 

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It’s only maybe an hour later before she’s knocking on my door with an arm full of toys. Glancing past her to see her passenger side door still open, with wrapping paper and more toys in the seat, I take the hint. 

We manage to get everything inside quickly and then start the task of trying to wrap all the gifts for Iris’s birthday this weekend. It’s honestly really sweet how above and beyond Mel will go for her. Not that it’s shocking, she’s her daughter, but the fact that she’s been through so much and has only been working for a little bit and still managed to get her this much. 

“She’s a spoiled little thing, huh?” I tease her. 

She rolls her eyes, but the smile gives her away. Telling me, “It’s hard to stop buying things for her! Everything is so cute and she’s such a good kid, I can’t resist.” 

I laugh at her explanation, but can’t disagree. There’s a high possibility that I also bought her a couple little gifts, and it was actually difficult to stop myself from buying more things. 

“So, I think it’s just going to be a few of us Saturday,” She says as she’s taping closed one gift. “I did manage to convince a couple family members to drive up from Mass, so hopefully she feels special.” 

My heart hurts at the thought that Iris wouldn’t feel important. Looking over at her, my hand covers hers when I say to her, “I bet she will love every minute of it.” 

We linger there for a second before I pull my hand back. I didn’t really consider what I was doing when I did it, but we both definitely felt something in that moment. 

It was hard enough hanging out in general, but the past few times we’ve been around each other Iris was also there. Which coincidentally does assist in the not-being-able-to-get-very-far part of our friendship. Tonight, we are alone. 

“Do you want a drink?” I ask her as I’m getting up off the floor. 

She looks up at me, smiling when she says, “Yes, please.” 

Stretching as I walk into the kitchen, my apartment isn’t huge, so she can watch me as I grab us drinks. I can feel my shirt lift a bit as I reach up, exposing a bit of my stomach. Her little wolf whistle from the other room, makes my head whip over. 

“Oh shut up,” I let out, laughing as it does. 

She shrugs, looking at me with a devilish little smile. Raking her eyes down my body as I walk back over to her, and she says, “I’m sorry that you’re hot?” 

“Melody,” I laugh out, thinking she’s just trying to be stupid. 

“Yes, Daddy? I mean.. Danny,” she blushes with a grin on her face. 

My dick twitches at the thought. Excuse me? I finally come to, asking,  “What was that?” 

“Nothing.”

“Melody,” I say more sternly, setting our drinks on the end table next to me.  I need to– 

She scoots closer to me on the couch, asking, “What?”

“Use your words,” I tell her, my hand sliding over her thigh. 

She leans closer to my face, whispering, “I don’t know if I should.” 

I pull my hand back from her, quietly telling her, “I guess I can’t touch you then.”

“Nooo,” she whines. Her lip pouting at me when she says, “please.” 

“Please, what?” My eyebrow popping up as I stare at her, waiting for those magic words. 

“Touch me,” she whispers next to my ear. “Danny.” 

“Sit back,” I tell her. Sliding her leggings down, she lifts herself up so I can get them off her legs. Unable to stop myself, I mutter,  “Mmmm, gorgeous.” 

My mouth waters just at the sight of her; I can’t help it. Sliding my fingers over her covered cunt, feeling the way she’s already wet for me. Dragging the damp fabric to the side, and seeing the little goosebumps flood her legs at the air hitting her. 

Gently adding pressure to her clit as I rub slow circles over it, I watch her face. Her head tilted back onto the couch, mouth slightly open already. One of my favorite views if I’m being honest. 

“More,” she moans. 

Smiling at her, I ask, “What do you want, baby?” 

Her hand reaches out, grabs my jaw, and pulls me towards her, and I take the hint. My mouth connects with her, letting my tongue lap at her relentlessly. Her hands tangle into my curls, gripping harder when I find the sweet spot. 

“Fuck, yes, Danny,” she whines. “Oh my god, yes.” 

Feeling her thighs closing in on me, my hands grab them both, pushing her legs apart. I can feel her muscles tensing up like they want to move and her whimpers getting more frequent. Oh, she’s close. 

Pressing my fingers harder into her legs, I feel her grip on my hair tighten. Letting out a few loud yelps before my tongue feels her fluttering against it. She pulls my face back from her as it starts to be too much. 

“You sit now,” she pats the cushion next to her a couple of times. 

Moving to sit on the couch, she practically pounces on me. Sliding my shorts down quickly, it was all a blur, and before I could process it, she already had my cock in her mouth. The way she was on her knees next to me, my arm resting over her. 

Every movement from her was better than the last; her lips felt incredible wrapped around me. My hand ran over the round of her ass, slipping my fingers into her. The hum of her moan around my cock was lethal. 

“I don’t wanna—“ I start, but she pulls back before I can even finish the sentence. 

She crawls over me, straddling my lap before her lips attach to mine. Mid kiss I feel her line herself up with me, slowly sinking down onto my cock. 

Her hands gripping my shoulders as she rocks her hips against me, delicious moans coming out of her. It feels insane seeing her like this– every hook-up I’ve had could never compare to her. She’s not lifting her hips at all, and it still feels like a dream. 

“Feel good?” I mumble out between kisses. 

She smiles against my lips, whispering, “Yes.” 

I grab the hem of her shirt, pulling it up as she lifts her arms to let it come up all the way. Pushing the cup of her bra to the side, letting her breast out, I lean forward, wrapping my lips around her nipple. Flicking it gently with my tongue, just relishing in the feeling of her cunt throbbing around me. Sliding the other breast out, my thumb danced just around her other nipple tauntingly. As soon as it perked up, I moved my mouth to the other side, listening to the sweet sounds escaping her. 

My hips jerking up accidentally, but the moan that falls out of her was worth it. I pull back to look at her face as my hips start thrusting up into her, and the way her mouth falls open at the feeling– the smile on my face may become permanent. Letting my pace pick up a bit, watching her tits bounce in front of me, this is what heaven looks like. 

“Daniel,” she whines. “Oh my god.” 

Feeling how wet she is against me, I tell her, “Hold on.”

Her arms wrap tightly around my neck, and I hold her hips against mine, standing up from the couch. She lets out a little yelp, followed by a slew of giggles. Walking her into my room, she leans back to kiss me a few times and I take the opportunity to thrust into her a few times while she’s still in my arms. Her moaning into my mouth as I do, only makes me want to keep her here. 

Setting her down on the bed, I reach above her grabbing one of my pillows, and placing it under her waist to prop her up slightly. Looking at her laid out on my bed, her curls all over the place, the way her bra is just pushed down around her ribs so her tits are on display, the goosebumps littering her skin– she is gorgeous. 

“Fuck me,” she tells me, biting her lip ever so slightly. The little smirk on her lips, this girl will be the end of me.  

Leaning over her, I look down at her and a smirk of my own grows when I ask her, “What did you call me earlier?” 

Her face flushes subtly, almost like she didn’t think I’d be into it. Bringing my face closer to her ear, I whisper, “Say it.” 

My hips rock into her slowly, as she moans out, “Fuck, Daddy.” 

“That’s my girl,” I tell her.

I pick up my pace, keeping one of my hands on her thigh to hold her in place. It feels like nothing else exists in the moment. Our eyes locked on each other as we both are letting moans slip out into the room. 

She reaches out, grabbing my free hand, and pulling it back towards her. Placing my hand flat against her chest and sliding it up until it’s over her throat. The look in her eyes is devious, and I never in my life thought she would be into this. 

“Are you sure?” I whisper.

She nods quickly, forcing me to add pressure. My fingers pressing into the sides of her throat, nervously trying to not go too hard. I grab her hand and place it on my arm, patting it a few times. 

“Just tap me if it’s too much, okay?” 

She lets out a quiet, “Okay.”

I add more pressure, as I’m letting my hips rock into her even harder. Her eyes are rolling back in bliss, the sounds of my hips making contact with hers only getting more and more wet sounding. 

Relentlessly I pound into her until I can feel her starting to tighten around me, egging her on when I tell her, “Be a good girl and come for Daddy.”

Her hands grip my arm as her orgasm overcomes her, letting out the most foul of moans. The feeling of her cunt fluttering and squeezing my cock about pushes me over the edge but I hold back, not wanting to ruin the moment for her. Slowing my hips to let her come down from her high, I let go over her throat and run my hand down her chest and stomach slowly. Toying with her clit gently, watching her legs shake at the feeling. 

“Babe, I can’t,” she laughs. Babe. “I don’t think I have another one in me.” 

I wink at her, whispering, “You wanna bet?” 

Pulling out of her, I kneel at the foot of the bed, dragging her closer to me. Her legs dangle over my shoulders, as my tongue flicks at her already swollen clit. It was practically begging for attention. Her hands grab at my curls, all I can hear is her small ‘oh my god.’ 

It’s a matter of thirty seconds before she’s yelling my name again– my tongue lapping at her until shes trying to pull me away from her by my hair. 

“Oh my.. God,” She lets out, panting while she stares at me. 

I stand up and before I can stop her she’s sitting up, holding her hand out towards me. 

“You stand right there,” she tells me. 

Tossing the pillow back to the head of the bed, she scoots to the edge of the bed, sitting on her knees in front of me. Her hand wraps around me gently, and starts stroking quickly. My head falling back at the feeling; I’ve been holding back my orgasm for so long, it’s like I was edging myself. 

Feeling her lips wrap around the tip, she slides me all the way into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Her head bobbing at a pace I wasn’t prepared for. The moans start falling out of me, and I can feel my orgasm inching closer. She finally stops with me all the way into her throat and she swallows around me and I can’t fight it anymore. 

“Baby, I’m gonna–” is all I could manage before I felt my release. Her hands sliding up my chest as I did, until she pulled back slowly, dragging her plump lips down the length of my cock. Watching her swallow as she looks up at me, I may be in love all over again.  

My hands grab her jaw as I lean down, placing the most gentle kiss against her lips. Lingering there for a moment, her hands still on my chest; everything feels like bliss. Pulling back, I just stare at her for a moment, taking in how beautiful she really is, even after all of that. Nothing could have topped this moment until she asked, “Can I sleep here?” 

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Chapter Eleven

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Insidious : Two

Jake Kiszka x Rory (Fem OC)

Warnings: Foul Language, sexual insinuation, angry themes, anxiety, cryptic business, attitude is REAL.

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Jake faces a harsh reality and tries to find a solution.

Author's Note: God- this story really does bring me a different kind of joy. I hope you are all strapped in, because this is gonna be a rough road ahead.

Two Months Later.. 

“Something needs to change with that Josh kid.” 

My stomach drops as I listen through the door, knowing fully that I wasn’t supposed to hear any of this. 

“Oh, I’ll take care of it if things don’t improve.” 

My eyes widen, fuck no he won’t. Not on my fucking dime.  

Pacing the hall outside, assuming that he must have new plans for us if he called me randomly. Nothing about this meeting has me excited, especially after hardly any sleep. 

The door creaks open, locking eyes with me, he waves me in. 

“Have a seat,” he gestures to the chair across from him, and I slump down into it. He starts abruptly, “So, I have booked you a small tour.” 

I stare at him blankly, “Okay, how long is it?” 

“Just a few weeks this time,” he says, sliding a folder over to me. That dreaded smile laces his lips when he says, “I made notes on the important ones— with directions for you.” 

Letting out a heavy breath, I ask him, “Great, is that it?”

“Actually,” he pauses. “Get that brother of yours in check, will you?” 

My jaw clenched at the comment. Looking up at him, I tell him, “Am I supposed to be in charge? What do you want me to do? I can’t fucking wrangle all three of them and still have a life, and get everything done.”

His eyebrows pulled together, “Hey- don’t be pissy with me. They’re your family.” 

Fighting every urge to roll my eyes, I sit in discomfort until I cave, “Can’t we hire an assistant or something?”

“Really?”

“Come on— you can afford to have someone at least keep us organized for a few weeks.” 

His eyes shift, mumbling, “But what about..” 

“I’ll make sure they don’t find out,” I tell him. 

He still seems uneasy, following with, “And if they do?”

“I’ll take care of it,” I mumble out with a smile. 

His eyes are dark when I look up, but the smirk on his face tells me that I’ve convinced him. He lets out, “I’ll gather some options and send them over to you. Pick whoever you think will work the best for you.”

I nod, mumbling, “Can do.” 

He stares at me for a minute, the silence is uncomfortable and we both know it. He smirks, finally saying, “You know.. I do like you, kid.”

“Thanks,” I grumble out, finding my stare dropping to the floor. 

He leans forward, leaning onto his desk. He says, “But, you know the deal. You and your brothers all signed off on it.” 

“I know, Sir.” 

“Just gotta focus for a little longer,” he says, almost empathetically. “Then you’ll be free.” He pauses for a moment, “And as long as you can get everyone’s shit together somehow, you’ll all get to enjoy life together after.” 

Fuck off. I look up at him, muttering, “Yeah.” 

He claps his hands together, his tone changing entirely, “You’re free to go for today.” 

Dropping the two folders on the table loudly, scaring the two sitting on the couch. Both of their heads whip around to me, where I’m just standing with a smirk plastered on my face. 

“Hello?” Sam lets out with a slight scowl on his face. 

My arms fold over my chest, telling them, “We have shit to go through.”

“What do we have to go do now?” 

I chuckle to myself, “Actually, before we leave again— we get to hire an assistant.” 

“For what?” Josh asks, walking behind me into the kitchen. 

My eyes roll as I turn to him, letting out, “To keep your ass in line.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he laughs. 

 Shaking my head silently, choosing to not fight that battle. Sighing out, “Do you want to help me choose or not?” 

“Fine,” Josh huffs out. Quickly flipping open the folder full of resumes. 

“Can I be on stalking duty?” Sam chimes in, wiggling his phone in the air. 

I mumble out, “sure.” Splitting up the stack of papers and handing the other half to Josh. 

‘Mariah Collins’ 

‘Raina Bowling’

‘Mia Brown’

Sliding the paper to the bottom of the pile, looking at the name. ‘Rory Blackwood’ sits at the top. There’s no way. 

“Look her up,” I tell Sam, handing the paper over his shoulder. Watching him type it into Instagram, she pops up immediately. 

“Oh, she’s hot,” he let out. 

I smirk as he scrolls her feed, “Yeah, she is.” 

“Wait—“ Josh chimes in, pointing at a photo of her with someone else. “Isn't that the girl Danny keeps flying out here?” 

Sam clicks on the picture, and the two of them in this picture are just smiling at each other, and you can see that they’re both holding drinks. Definitely went to a show together at some point when the other one wasn’t here with Danny. 

“She does seem like the best option so far,” Sam says, still slowly scrolling through her feed. 

“I won’t complain,” I mumble. 

Josh’s head whips over, “That was suspiciously easy.” 

“Sorry?” 

His eyes squint at me, “I don’t care enough to pry.” 

“Do you want to let her know she has the position if she wants it?” I ask him, handing over her resume. “You sound more people-friendly over the phone.”

He lets out a long sigh, staring at me, finally asking, “Well, when should we have her come meet everyone?” 

“Maybe rehearsal next week?” I tell him. “I don’t know– see if that works and if not, we’ll figure out something.”

The eye roll from him wasn’t super necessary, but he walks off towards his room with his phone in hand. 

“Where’s Danny at?” I ask Sam, plopping down onto the couch next to him.

His eyebrows pull together, “I don’t know? Why do you always ask me?” 

“You two are always together, why wouldn’t I ask you?”

He scoffs at my comment before saying, “I think that Ruby girl is flying in today for the weekend or something.”

“Great,” I laugh out. “So, we all need to stay busy this weekend or we’re gonna be hearing it.” 

A week later.. 

“Can you guys fucking focus for once?” I bark out, cutting them off from the song. 

Josh’s eyes could have put holes through my head, yelling back, “What the fuck is your problem today?” 

“Just start over,” I grumble. 

The drums pound behind me, and everything feels louder today for some reason. It feels like every riff is absolute shit as I’m playing and I don’t know why. 

I look over to Josh as he’s screaming into the mic, and a small chill runs down my spine. Hearing his voice in my head- I lose my place in the song. I stare over at Sam and he’s too focused to notice that I’ve stopped. Turning to Danny, my eyebrows are pulled together. 

Josh turned to see me standing there, shouting, “What is going on with you?” 

“Don’t you think I would tell you if I fucking knew?”

He rolls his eyes, “Whatever. Let's just do another one.” 

We manage to get through a few songs with minimal issues. In the middle of the last song, I can just feel my phone vibrating against my leg and I hate that I know who the messages are probably from. My jaw clenches at the thought alone— I start strumming more aggressively, not realizing how hard I’m really pushing the strings. 

Until one snaps mid-solo, cutting me slightly in the process. Every ounce of anger that had been building up comes out. 

“What the FUCK,” I yell, ripping the cord out from my guitar. “I’m done, I’m done, I’m done.” 

The rest of them come to a halt as they hear my outburst, and I can feel them all staring at me. My blood pumping through my body rapidly and the heat disperses through me. 

“I guess we’re done then,” Josh mutters into the mic. Fighting every urge to glare over at him, luckily I’m too busy taking the rest of the string off my guitar. I hear a knock on the door coming from behind me. 

“Hey, I’m Rory,” a soft voice rings through the room. Fuck, of all days. 

Josh was the first one she was going to talk to thankfully, and he was typically the best with people amongst the four of us. His voice sounding it’s typical happy tone, “Hello, beautiful. It’s nice to finally meet you.” 

Her soft laugh as he says it almost makes me more angry. 

“Let me introduce you to everyone,” Josh says. Their footsteps getting closer, “This is Sam, our bassist, and youngest of the brothers.”

“Hi, how are you?” Sam lets out. 

Josh continues, “This is Danny, our drummer, obviously.” 

“Oh, we’ve met,” Danny laughs out. “How’s it going, Rory?”

She finally chimes in, “Can’t complain. How’s Ruby?” 

They laugh together for a moment and then the silence became deafening. 

“And this grumpy gils over here, is my wonderful twin brother Jake, our guitarist as you can tell.” 

Rolling my eyes before turning around, locking eyes with her. The look on her face when she realized it was me, priceless. 

“Oh,” falls out of her mouth. 

With everything that’s gone on in the last hour, I couldn’t convince myself to seem more excited. I stare at her blankly, before letting out, “Hey.” 

“I don’t know how I didn’t realize..um..” she says nervously. 

Something comes over me when she hesitates, watching her seem so uncomfortable, like everything she was doing in that bathroom was a show. 

“You didn’t even look up the band you were going to work for?” I question her, raising an eyebrow. 

The emotion on her face is abundantly clear, her voice shaking a bit when she says, “Well, I kind of just found out. They didn’t really–” 

“Whatever. It’s not a big deal,” I cut her off. Quickly changing the topic, “I started the schedule for the tour for you, but everything that you’ll need is in this folder.” Shoving the folder towards her, making her jump slightly at the abruptness. “It shouldn’t be that difficult to understand.” 

She takes the folder from me, and quietly says, “I think I got it.”

“Well, you didn’t even look us up before getting here today, so,” I say to her, the harsh attitude laces every word. 

The look in her eyes changed, they looked dark. 

“Jake, chill out. Jesus christ,” Sam chimes in. 

Josh’s hand landing on her shoulder, “I’m sorry about him. He’s been in a piss poor mood all day.” 

I turn back around, setting my guitar into it’s case and locking it quickly. Cleaning up my shit as fast as I could, knowing I just needed to get out of here in order for my day to get better. 

Looking over to Josh, I tell him, “I’m leaving. Let me know if you need anything from me.”

Before the door is fully shut, I can hear her voice and truthfully, part of me knew I deserved to hear it, but the rest of me couldn’t fight from being more pissed off when she says, “I didn’t think he would be so fucking rude since we already met before.” Slamming the door as the rest of the boys laugh with her. This is about to be a long fucking tour. 

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Come Back For Me : Chapter Eleven

Danny Wagner x Melody (Fem OC)

Warnings: honestly none really- fluff, wholesome, a little bit of anxiety if you squint.

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: They're just friends.

Author's Note: helloooooo! I am so so sorry that we're off the rails schedule wise, but as you can imagine, the whole mirador-deciding-to-come-back-to-life thing derailed me more than I anticipated! But, the goal is to get back to it now that hopefully things are becoming more normal.

Valentine - COIN "Second guessing all for nothing, You ever love something so much it hurts?"

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“Just friends.”

After our conversation and my slight meltdown, we went back to the way things had been going before I slipped up. I hadn’t been on my phone this much since Iris was born, but getting to have my best friend back is so refreshing. 

It’s wild being able to pick up more or less where we left off—just getting to laugh together about all the dumb things we both like. The biggest difference now is that a lot of it is just through texts. Not that I’m against hanging out with him, but having a kid definitely makes it a little bit harder. 

Today was the first time that I told him to just come chill at the house with us since we had nothing going on anyway. My dad would be gone for the bulk of the day anyway, so it wouldn’t be too awkward– even though my dad is a fan of his. Or was, at least. 

‘Danny is coming over,’ I tell her. 

Her eyes light up over getting to hang out with someone else. It’s like when your dog decides your company is more fun than you are. She asks, ‘He will play with me?’ 

‘You have to ask him!’ I tell her, which makes her little head fall back. 

She really is a little character, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. We’ve spent way too much time together, and I’m sure that she will thrive once she starts school. Poor thing wants nothing more than to hang out with other kids or just other people in general. 

Everything with my mom kind of took over, which naturally meant that I didn’t see a lot of different people for the first good bit of her life. Now, anytime she can swindle somebody into playing with her, she will. 

“What are you two giggling about?” my dad chimes in. 

I look up at him from the floor, telling him, “She’s excited for Daniel to come hang out.”

“Ahhh, I see,” he chuckles, squatting down to join us. His eyebrows pop up as he looks at me, asking, “So.. Daniel?” 

“We’re just friends,” I tell him, but I know he isn’t going to buy it. That’s what I told him as a teenager, too. I tried so hard to convince my parents that I didn’t have a giant crush on him. 

We weren’t the most convincing pair of friends with the way we acted around each other, that’s for sure. But, in my defense, he was so sweet to me– even as a teenager. He’d always make sure that I made it home from Sam’s, even if it was a longer walk for him. Both of my parents loved it when he would come over because he was always so polite and helpful to them. Not that they ever needed it, but he would collect dishes from dinner to help my mom out. 

She would always tell me after he left how much she liked him– the way she was over the moon when I told her that he asked me to be his girlfriend. I think we were all under the impression that he and I would stay together for the long haul. He practically had their blessing at sixteen years old, which is crazy to think that I’ve known him long enough even to say that. 

 “How is he with Iris?” Dad asks quietly, taking a doll from her as she holds it out. 

A small sigh leaves me, looking over to him and mumbling, “Unfortunately, I think he’s good with kids.” 

“Why’s that unfortunate?” 

Because it makes me want to give in even more than I do just from looking at him. 

“Well,” I start. “It makes the whole ‘just friends’ thing a lot harder to stick to.” 

He chuckles to himself, “If you want to date him again, there’s no judgment here.” 

“Dad!”

“What? I’m just letting you know,” he says, a smile plastered on his face. “You need to do what feels right for you, sweetheart. And if he’s good with kids, as long as he knows what he’s getting into, then what’s stopping you?” 

Something about the way he seemed more confident in it than I did made my chest feel weird. Is it me? It’s not that I don’t like Daniel that way anymore– I just need to be more responsible and careful about him.

“Well, you saw how things ended before,” I tell him. 

He squeezes my shoulder a couple of times, saying, “You two were children then, and you’ve both had time to grow up.”

Something about his comment just stings in a way that I don’t want to think about today, especially with Daniel coming to hang out. Making my heart ache again, I just look down at Iris as she quietly changes one of her doll’s outfits and struggles a little. Finally, getting it to sit right on her doll, she faces me, holding it up and looking so proud of herself. She’s the most important.

“And we’re just friends now,” I let out, sternly. 

He throws his hands up, shakes his head gently, and mumbles, “Okay, okay.”

It’s hard to hide emotions from him, especially because I know he isn’t trying to make me uncomfortable; he just wants to be supportive. 

Leaning over, he kisses my forehead and then Iris’s before saying, “I’m gonna head out.”

“Have fun,” I tell him as he stands up. 

He just gives me a soft smile and whispers, “You too.” 

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“Hey,” I let out as the door opens. My heart flutters a little at the sight of him, which I simply will pretend I didn’t notice. “I should warn you now– my child is probably going to steal you for a few.” 

He laughs, closing the door gently behind him. “That’s fine with me.”

Naturally, we can’t make it more than two steps into the living room before Iris’s eyes light up. 

‘Mom,’ she signs. 

My head falls back with a laugh, ‘Yes, baby. He can play.’ 

“She wants you to play,” I giggle out, as he’s watching the two of us sign to each other. “You won’t have to do much other than sit with her.” 

I follow the two of them to where she wants to play, sitting just far enough away so she doesn’t feel like I’m imposing. But wanting to be close enough that when she tries to tell him things, I can translate for him.  

The two of them giggled as she made him play with dolls, handing him the ones she wanted him to hold. It’s a really sweet sight, to be honest. He’s definitely accepted the fact that he isn’t really participating but is more of an extra set of hands for her. 

“She definitely knows what she wants, huh?” he asks, glancing over to me. 

I try not to laugh too obviously, but tell him, “That is for sure. She’s an independent little lady if I’ve ever seen one.” 

“Sounds like someone else I know.” He shoots me a wink before looking back to her. 

Letting them hang out for a while, I notice that she keeps signing little things to him, but he doesn’t hesitate to nod. Weird. Sometimes, I forget that she is still so little, so a lot of what she has to say could be self-explanatory. 

She stands up, grabbing his hand and pulling him with her. She drags him over to the couch, asking him, ‘Moana?’ 

‘You want to watch Moana?’ 

She nods with a little squeal, escaping her as I relay the conversation to him. 

“I hope you’re fine with movie time,” I laugh. “She doesn’t typically last long before she either falls asleep or gets distracted with toys.” 

He smiles at her and then looks over at me, saying, “I’m just happy to hang out.” He pats the spot next to him on the couch, and she climbs up. She makes herself incredibly comfortable with him, which I’m glad she isn’t nervous about, but it’s also wild that she seems to be pretty unphased by him. 

He had stopped by a few times and said hi to her, but aside from that, she hadn’t really spent time around him. I will give him that he is definitely a comfortable person for me, so maybe since I’m relaxed, she knows he’s safe. It’s such a relief that he is so good with her, too. She isn’t a wild child by any means, but she’s bordering four years old, and that can be a gamble some days. 

“Looks like you got yourself a new friend over there,” I tell him from across the couch. It seems like we both have been purposely keeping our physical distance from each other since our situation. It feels so silly to me, but I’m doing it unknowingly for the most part. 

She’s leant into his arm, her eyes look heavy, and I fear we’re approaching a nap. It is really cute, though. He looks down after my comment, smiling at the sight of her. He slips his arm out from under her and tugs her in a little closer. Her little face was pressed against his side, her blanket hardly doing anything with the way it was wrapped around her, but if she was comfy, who am I to judge? 

“I think we lost her,” he says quietly after a few minutes. 

My hand covers my mouth as I look at her, snuggled close to him. Cooing out, “Oh, my sweet girl was tired.” 

“She’s a cute kid,” he says, avoiding eye contact for a second. “You did a good job.”

I laugh. “Well, thank you.” 

“Did you have anything else to do today, or was this it?” he asks. We had gotten into a pretty comfortable routine of talking, so it wasn’t really out of the norm for him to ask. “I do have an idea for you.. If you want.” 

“Color me intrigued. What is it?”

He smiles at the comment and then says, “We could take her to go grab some food once she’s up. Maybe some ice cream after..if that’s okay with you?” 

I know my eyes were wide at the idea. Why does that feel almost like a date? I stumble over my words but finally spit out, “I’m sure she would love that.” 

“I figured ice cream would be a good selling point,” he chuckles. 

I smile at him, asking, “Are you trying to win her over or something?”  

“Something like that,” he tells me. The look in his eyes betrays our agreement to be ‘just friends,’ but I can’t deny the fact that it is really sweet of him. “If we’re gonna be friends again, I gotta make sure the small version of you is a fan of me, obviously.” 

My heart swells at everything he’s saying. Maybe I underestimated him a little when it came to maturity. But to be fair to myself, how would I know how he’s going to handle a child? Especially from someone he was with for so long. Never anticipating being around each other as adults has made everything a little more complicated to navigate, but it’s not the hanging out part. It’s the trying not to let my feelings get in the way. 

He has been the only boy I’ve ever loved, and god, was it hard to get past that after things ended. I don’t think they ever really went away, my feelings for him. Unfortunately, I think they have always been there, but I shoved them so far down so that I could avoid them. But sitting here with him now, watching my child sleep on him basically– it’s making everything start to come back. 

“What does she like to eat?” he asks, pulling me out of my head. Thankful for that. 

Hesitating for a second to think, but then telling him. “She’s actually been obsessed with Mexican food lately.” 

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She climbs into the booth, demanding Daniel sit with her. I think she has claimed him regardless of whether we are friends or not. Excitedly, she opens the little carton of crayons– it will keep her entertained for hours. 

“You said her birthday is soon?” he asks, leaning onto the table and glancing over at me. 

I nod. This is arguably one of the few times that I’m glad she relies on sign language, being able to spill secrets in front of her. I tell him, “Yeah, it’s about two weeks from now.” 

“Are you two gonna do anything for it?” 

I shoot him a tight-lipped smile, saying, “Well.. she’s been asking to throw a party, but we don’t know a ton of people here, so I feel like it’ll be a little sad.” 

He looks over at her, coloring in her little placemat meticulously. Her Virgo side is showing for sure. He mumbles, “I bet you could rope in the twins. I can’t imagine Josh would say no; let’s be real.”

I huff out a little laugh to myself; he isn’t wrong. I’m sure Josh would be excited to have a little get-together for her. In the few weeks that I’ve been working there, we’ve gotten into the routine of him getting to say hello to Iris before my dad takes off with her. They’ve definitely developed a little friendship between the two of them. 

As for Jake, I think she just enjoys how calm he is. He has almost a maternal vibe to him, which I could never say to him. However, I do think he’s aware of it somewhere in the way he tries to be supportive of everyone all the time. 

“I would go,” his voice rings in my ears softly. 

I look over at her, happily in her own little world, and then back over to him, saying, “I don’t think you have a choice.”

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Chapter Ten

Chapter Twelve

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Insidious : One

Jake Kiszka x Rory (Fem OC)

Warnings: alcohol, partying, uncomfortable situations, tension, suggestive language, heavy petting if you will.

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: Rory gets dragged to an after party that could potentially alter her life.

Author's Note: I have had the itch to write a story like this for a while and I finally decided to just rip the metaphorical band aid off. Strap in 😘 and I hope you guys enjoy the ride

 

“It’ll be fun, I promise!” Is the last thing Georgia said to me when we walked into this mess. I watched her disappear into the little crowd of people that are crammed into this apartment. I would say penthouse, but that makes them sound rich and this is just an Airbnb for them. 

Surrounded by people who are either heavily tattooed or Instagram baddies, I definitely don’t feel like I’m necessarily blending in. Georgia had gotten into a slight situationship with the bassist of this band from the area. Not that it’s really saying anything; Vegas is a city full of dreamers. 

But they recently booked a big tour, so they decided to celebrate with a hometown show and then an after party. Naturally, we had to attend both. So now, I’m left to wade through all these sweaty people in hopes that I don’t have to hold Georgia’s hair back later.

The only solace I have is when I find where the drinks are. Grabbing a vodka seltzer, not even caring what the flavor is, and downing at least half of it in one go. Alcohol is going to be the only thing to make this after-party bearable. 

Scanning the room, I can see her off in a corner talking to the infamous bassist she talks about twenty-four seven. Well, at least she’s having a good time. Taking a couple more big sips, I finished off my first drink— but definitely not my last of the evening. 

About halfway through my second drink, I start to hate this less. Talking to a few random girls who look about as lost as I do. Grateful to have found anybody to talk to at this point. The alcohol was coursing through my veins, helping me loosen up. I’ve never been particularly a big people-person, which is comical considering the career path I chose, but that’s a story for a different day. 

“Stop! Oh my god!” One of the girls squeals, leaning close to my ear and I can smell the beer on her breath as she whispers, “I think that’s fucking Sam.” 

“Who?” I ask, between the loud music, all the talking, and the fact I’m rapidly approaching what some would call a good buzz, I have no fucking clue who she’s talking about. 

“Sam Kiszka! How do you not know him?” She gushes. Carefully pointing him out as he makes his way through the room. 

His long hair cascades over his shoulders until he brushes his hand through it, pushing it out of his face. He’s tall and slender. I watch casually as he walks past us; his ripped black skinny jeans and solid black vans tell me everything I need to know. 

“He’s in a band?” I ask her, glancing back over to watch him hug someone that he must know. 

Her eyes went wide, “You really don’t know?” 

I shake my head and shrug. 

“He’s in a band with his brothers,” she tells me. “They’re pretty heavy, even though the singer doesn’t look like he could scream.” 

“Which one is he?” I ask, trying to find someone who looks similar. 

She stands on her tiptoes, yelling when she finds him. Her arm was pointing in the complete opposite direction from where I was. “He's over there. Shorter, curly hair on top— you’ll see his teeth from here.” The way her lips curled up at the statement tells me that he must be hot. 

Following suit, I lean up onto my toes, just in time to see him laughing at whoever he’s with. Oh, he does have nice teeth. The sparkle of his tongue ring as he laughs. I don’t think anybody would deny that he’s hot. 

“How many of them are there?” 

“There’s four of them in the band,” she tells me, glancing around. “Oh! That’s the drummer.” Pointing to this taller dude, long curly hair with half of it tied up. I can see his arm muscles flex as he stretches his arms out. Her voice pipes up again, “I don’t see the guitarist anywhere, but I’ll point him out if I find him.” 

The two of us both grabbed fresh drinks, sticking together through the night since Georgia abandoned me. Giggling about the people here and trying to avoid eye contact with every attractive man who passed us. 

I learned that she was just visiting and had never been to Vegas before. She’s from some small town in Oklahoma, apparently. Drove all the way here for this one band's show, which seems crazy to me. But the fangirl life will take you all over the world if you let it. 

Neither of us really anticipated anything coming out of this after-party; we were just excited to share Instagrams with each other. Typically, not like me, but three drinks in, it sounded great. Plus, I think we’d get along sober. That could be the alcohol talking, but who knows? 

“How are you?” A deeper voice says, making my head turn. I realize that that drummer has his arm draped around my newly claimed friend for the evening. Finally, I get a better look at him, up close and personal. 

A few tattoos are scattered across his arms, and his black shirt is fitted, which prevents him from hiding the fact that he’s in good shape with the way his arms fill out the sleeves. 

“Hi, um, I’m great,” she spits out nervously. “How are you?” 

I can see the quiet laugh as he looks at her. “I’m fantastic. What’s your name?” 

“Ruby,” her voice is so tiny. If she only knew I was silently trying to cheer her on. 

He pulls her into his side, muttering, “Ruby. That’s a pretty name.” he pauses. “Makes sense for such a pretty girl.” 

I could practically see her legs go limp at the compliment. Her eyes never leave him, but he looks over at me. 

“Sorry, I didn’t get your name,” he says to me. 

I sip my drink. “It’s Rory.”

“Well, do you mind if I borrow your friend for a moment?” 

Winking at her. “Be my guest.” Her eyes widened at me again, and I just mouthed, ‘DM me later. I’ll find you.’ Which I watch her frantically nod at. 

Plopping down onto a couch, I slide my phone out to scroll through Instagram while I sip on this drink. Looking through Ruby’s page, as one would, I can’t help but notice how cute she is. Her red hair is always perfectly curled, and the way she usually dresses is way more soft and feminine than I would have expected. Clicking on her following list to see if we follow any of the same people. 

She likes a few of the same bands and clothing stores that I do, but I keep scrolling. Recognizing the drummer’s hair in his profile pic, I click on it. 

‘Danny Wagner’

‘Drummer for @/insidious’

His feed is full of overly edited photos of him playing on stage, which isn’t shocking given the genre of music they play. I can’t deny that the aesthetic isn’t lovely. 

Before I can creep further, I can’t help but notice that the couple sitting next to me on this couch is getting a little too handsy for my liking. 

I excused myself before I was genuinely intruding on a private moment. I take the last swig of my drink and go to throw the can away. I uncomfortably made my way back into the kitchen and set it on the counter, which has turned into a drink graveyard at this rate. 

I need to pee. Scanning the apartment, which is rather large, to be fair, I see the hallway where the bathroom must be—at least one of them. 

I push my way through everybody, and now the bulk of them are drunk, so the body heat is absurd. It only takes a minute to get there, but when I open the door, I am graced with the visual of a girl bent over the sink.

“Oh!” I yelped, but given how quickly I pulled the door shut, I don’t think they even noticed. Jesus Christ. 

Turning around to try and see if there’s another bathroom hidden somewhere, I immediately smack into someone. I feel the beer dripping down my legs before I even open my eyes. Fuck. 

“Woah,” his raspy voice lets out. “You okay there, babe?” 

My eyes slowly move up, noticing the way his shirt is practically entirely open, with tattoos peeking out from his jeans. His hand grabs my arm as I look up, and our eyes finally meet. 

“Oh,” I choke out. “My legs took the brunt of it, I think.” His hair is long, past his shoulders, but I’m distracted by his lips when he smirks at me. 

“There’s another bathroom— here I’ll show you,” he says, his fingers wrapping around my wrist before he turns around. Pulling me with him through the hall and into a bedroom. He pushes open the door, and thankfully, there’s nobody fucking in this one. 

“You’re a lifesaver,” I blurt out. My head turned at the sounds of people getting closer to the door. My hand grabbed him this time, pulling him into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. “Sorry, can you just block the door for a minute?” 

That fucking smirk again. 

He flips the lock on the doorknob, looking back at me, “Is that all?” 

I stare at him for a minute, his eyes moving from my lips back up to my line of sight. The bathroom light makes it easier actually to see him. He’s ..pretty. His facial structure is so strong but delicate. A small hoop in his nose, which somehow fit him so perfectly. The way his lips honestly look like they were made to be kissed, plump and soft, I can just tell. 

“Maybe,” I whisper, taking a step closer. “I did make you spill your drink..” 

“That you did.” his eyes hooded, but I could see how dilated his pupils were. Oh, he’s into this. 

Sober me would never be in this position. But drunk me is really enjoying how this man is absolutely dying over me being slightly flirty. 

He moves in front of me, setting his drink on the counter, his hands on either side of me. He’s so close I can smell the alcohol on him mixed with whatever cologne he wears. 

“Let me help you,” he whispers. His hand pats the counter. “Sit.” 

I push myself up onto the counter, watching him open cabinets until he finds some towels. Wetting the corner of one, squatting down in front of me, and dragging the towel over the shiny drip lines on my calves. 

“You don’t strike me as the kinda girl who comes to these parties,” he says, glancing up at me. Fuck me. 

I let out a laugh. “Unfortunately, I end up at these more than I’d like to admit.” 

“How’d it take me so long to run into you?” He asks, hardly paying attention to what he’s doing. 

“Cute,” I let out under my breath.

He winks, which is horrific given how hot he is, basically on his knees in front of me, muttering, “Glad you think so.”

His hand runs over my calves gently, and I watch the goosebumps flood my thighs. Giggling at the feeling until his hand slides up, and he grips just above my knee. No amount of alcohol could help me now. 

“What’s your name?” I choke out. 

His hand stays on my thigh as he stands up. He tells me quietly, “Jake.” 

Leaning in closer, his nose almost touching mine. I can’t help but look at his lips; they’re right there. All I have to do is— 

“And you are?” He whispers, and I can feel his breath against my lips. 

Something in me finally clicked, or the last drink finally hit when I whispered back, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

My lips press into his hastily. My hands hold the sides of his neck as his hand is sliding up my thigh. A little groan sneaks out of me, feeling him smile against my lips. 

“That’s all it takes, baby?” He teases, his voice laced with a sultry tone. “I bet you’d sound pretty screaming my name.” 

“Humble of you,” I giggle quietly. 

His fingers slipped underneath my shorts slightly, bunching them up a little. Watching his eyes drop to my lips and then back up, mumbling, “I’d say it’s working for you, though.” 

“Mmm,” I hum back, my arms draping around his shoulders. “I don’t know about that, Jake.” 

His other hand grabs my jaw, tilting my head back to look at him, mumbling, “You really wanna play that game with me?” 

A slight smirk creeps onto my face before I tug him into me, and my tongue traces his bottom lip until he lets me in. Honestly, I’m a little surprised he didn’t go for it first. His fingers pressed into the nape of my neck, making sure I couldn’t move away from him. He pushes my legs apart, moving closer to me, but two can play this game. 

Lifting my legs and locking them around his hips, I pull back to see his reaction. His jaw dropped when he watched our bodies get closer, and he may as well have drooled. 

“What are you trying to do here, baby?” He mumbles, his hands grabbing my waist and pulling me into him— lifting me off the counter, feeling his hands holding my ass. Smooth. He kisses me gently before whispers, “If you want me to fuck you, all you have to do is say the word.” 

My back hits the door, and his lips are against mine, but this kiss feels harsher, more desperate. It’s dreadful that I’m enjoying it this much. Pulling his bottom lip in gently with my teeth, his chest rising and falling a bit more obviously. I mumble out, “You like that?” 

“Fuck,” he groans. 

I grab his chin tilting it to look at me, whispering, “Sounds like you want me to fuck you, huh?” I’ve never been a shy girl when it comes to these situations, but the alcohol is doing wonders for my confidence right now. 

His lips attach to my neck before I can even think, pressing wet, rough kisses down the side of it—so why not make a show of it? 

My hips shift against him, relieving myself slightly but feeling him, and a small moan falls out of me. He carefully bites at me, not hard, but enough to send a chill down my spine. 

He absolutely has to be insane in bed. I smile against him at the thought, and knowing that I could have my chance to find out makes my thigh tighten around him. His lips move down to my collarbone, and all I can think of is how badly I wish we weren’t in a bathroom right now. Littering kisses wherever he can get to, mumbling into me, “Mmm, baby.” 

My legs shifting against him, he lets me stand, but keeping me pinned against the door. His hands hold my waist until he’s playing with the button of my shorts, staring me down, waiting for the right moment to do it finally. 

I slide one of my hands up his chest, feeling the cool metal of his necklace, holding it carefully. Pulling him in by the necklace in my hand, I stare at him as he realizes that I’m in control– the look in his eyes is delicious. His forehead pressed against mine, I lean in and hover just over his lips for a painfully long minute before I finally give in, whispering, “Fuck me, Jake.” 

His lips crash into mine, and the button on my shorts is undone in the same breath. As his hand is about to slip in, I jump. 

“Rory! Are you in there?!” Georgia’s panicked voice barreled through the door, followed by rapid knocking. “Please, oh my god, please be in there.”

My face flushes as he stares at me, waiting for me to confirm if it’s me or not. I turn my head to the side and holler back, “Yes, sorry. I’ll be right there.” 

His hand pulls back, and his arms fold over his chest as he watches me panic. Buttoning my shorts, I look in the mirror to fix my hair quickly. Glancing back over to him, his eyebrows rise as he shifts his eyes from me to the door.  

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” I spit out, unlocking the door carefully so Georgia doesn’t just barge in. 

“Go ahead,” he says, holding my stare for a beat. Once I turned to open the door, he let out, “It was nice to meet you, Rory.” 

A chill runs down my spine as it processes, but I open the door, quickly slipping out in hopes that Georgia didn’t see him. Her eyes gave it away that she did. Leaning into me as we walked out of the bedroom, she whispered, “Who was that?” 

“I’ll tell you later.” 

Masterpost

Chapter Two

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I am screaming over all the options 🤭👏🏻

I’m so excited to read anything you post!! 🖤

Hey friends!

I’ve been writing a lot lately—like, a lot. 😅 I currently have a few things in the editing phase, including:

✨ Casual Part 2 ✨ Edge of Darkness – an 8-part series with Alpha!Jake ✨ From Two to You – a 4-part fluffy/smutty Jake story that’s heavy on all the guys

I also have a few fics in the works:

📝 The Space Between – a multi-part series 📝 Written in the Stars – a multi-part series that I’m giving a full rehaul (Josh deserved better ✨) 📝 A currently unnamed FWB multi-chapter fic

But I’m curious… what are you into these days? Are you in the mood for one-shots or longer series? Do you want deep plots, lots of smut, or a mix of both? There's literally no wrong answers. Let me know in this poll! ⬇️

Would love to hear your thoughts! 💕

(And listen - I know there are more important things going on in the world. I just enjoy adding to this little space of escape)

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a little preview of Insidious:

just a taste 🤭

the first chapter will be here soon 😉

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@gvfsstardust @myleftsock @imleavingyoufornewyork @dont-go-home-without-me

@literal-dead-leaf @lizzys-sunflower @mackalah @klarxtr

@edgingthedarkness @writingcold @takenbythemadness @i-love-gvf

@earthgrlsreasy @peaceloveunitygvf @gretavanfan @musicspeaks

@jazzyfigz @smoking-jakelane @demonrat444 @hollyco

@josh-iamyour-mama @wrldabomination @broken0mens @whereiskeara

@gvf-luna @lilbitx @gvfstuddedmajesty @katuschka @chloeshell1219

@becinabubblegvf @scoreofinfantryvines @ourlovesdesires

@sanguinebats @nicoleghost18 @lightmy-love

@monkeylaura627 @myownparadise96 @cheersdannyx2 @dyslexicchild13

@lallisonl @mohollandtx @fleetingjake @allof--mylove

@anythingforjtk @musicislove3389

@demolitiondanchipsversion @i-choose-the-road