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Happy Halloweeeeen! 🎃🖤

Relive the Halloween party with Jake & Char this evening 🎃🤭

For Death Or Glory : Chapter Eight

Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: DRINKING / ALCOHOL (bigger warning because they are actively drinking in this one, not just in the bar) Swearing, Sex is mentioned (not had) A LOT of ridiculous puns and jokes, Slow Burn is REAL, Halloween Costumes, Brotherly Banter (gentle bullying) and finally, our favorite warning, YEARNING.

Word Count: 7k (longest so far!!)

Summary: IT'S HALLOWEEN BABES; Josh decides to decorate the bar for the holiday and so, they make it into a little party. Jake hesitates on what to do about Charlotte, but goes with his gut. And BOY IS THAT A LITTLE TREAT.

Author's Note: I said this week would be a sweet treat and I think that you'll find that it is! I don't want to spoil the surprise but, I think you'll be excited to see what it is 🤭 See you on the other side!

More Than Friends - Aidan Bissett "Girl, lets be more than friends, I know you're thinking the same thing."

Jake POV

“You know, whatever you decide to hang up, we need to be able to get down, right?”

I stand there watching Josh not so carefully hanging off the ladder’s top step. Quinn looks less than impressed while they stand on the bottom step.

“Maybe Jake is onto something, Josh Groban,” they tell him.

Josh stops, looks back with a glare, and then returns to whatever he is trying to do.

I look over at them, both of us shaking our heads, knowing that Josh will do whatever he damn well pleases.

“He’s your problem to deal with now,” I tell them, gently squeezing their shoulders as I pass by.

Deciding to make sure the bar is fully stocked for the night, I can’t help but eavesdrop on Sam and Willa as they try to get ‘cute post-worthy’ pictures for the bar’s Instagram.

“Sam, can you just work with me?” Willa asks, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Birdie, you know this is also my job?”

“Yeah, well, last time you took promo photos, you stole all my flowers, AND you hated the outcome. So, maybe just listen to me?”

“I’m not trying to be difficult, little bird,” Sam says, “You just need to relax.”

“When has telling a girl to relax ever ended well for you?”

I was chuckling to myself as I listened to them and took notes of what needed to be pulled from the back. I hate dragging myself away from the free entertainment, but I need to keep moving so the bar can be ready tonight.

I wasn’t the one who came up with the idea to do a themed night; you can only imagine who suggested it, but people have been talking about it lately, so maybe it was a good choice. Even though I had to explain to Josh that we cannot require people to wear costumes, I think it’ll be fun to see everyone dressed up.

Looking at the back stock and pulling out the things we’ll need, I hear footsteps approaching me. I simply glanced at the doorway to finally be met with Josh’s presence.

“So.. are you going to invite her?”

My eyebrows pull together a bit, “Who?”

“Your First Mate,” Josh says, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

“Oh shut up,” I quip back, “I was thinking about it.”

Regret has never hit me quicker.

“OH ARE YOU NOW?”

“I mean… you saw her the other day, Josh. She’s obviously not having a great time and the fact she has to keep coming here, I may as well at least extend the offer.” I tell him, “Even if she’ll probably say no.” Quickly, I look back at my notes to make sure I’m not forgetting anything before walking back out to the bar.

“Well, you have been talking to her,” he says.

“We’ve texted .. a little bit,” I tell him, knowing that he will pry for more information, “BUT– it’s nothing crazy. I just wanted to make sure she was okay.”

He follows me, offering no assistance carrying anything but absolutely still trying to make something out of nothing.

“That’s very you… of you to do.”

Both of us looked vaguely unimpressed at that statement.

“Okay, that wasn’t my best work. I’m just saying that maybe there’s a chance you two could be something of an item,” he tells me, a little too giddy for my liking.

Setting everything on the bar abruptly, “Jesus Christ, Josh. Just because I’m nice to the girl doesn’t mean I want anything more.” I’m trying to sound convincing, even though I know he will call me on it at any moment. I wouldn’t be opposed to it, though. But for god’s sake, Josh doesn’t need to know that.

“Okay, okay, alright, I’ll stop,” he starts, holding his hands up. But know that I will find out if anything happens between you two,” he squints at me before turning around to continue helping Quinn decorate.

I watch as he finds himself busy again, but I can tell from a distance that he updates Quinn on his interrogation. If there is anything I know about my brother, it is that he will know everything about everyone all the time, which in turn means Quinn knows everything as well. I let out a small sigh while piling bottles of Modelo back into the fridge. Maybe I should just text her. Is that weird? She’s going to say no anyway.

Still squatting down behind the bar, I pull my phone from my back pocket. Unlocking it to a handful of email notifications and a few texts from Sam that I ignored earlier. I love him, but he doesn’t need to ask me every time if he can take some promo pics for the bar.

I tap on her conversation; my thumbs hesitate for a second. Is this stupid? Am I wasting my metaphorical breath? Maybe she’ll appreciate the thought.

Me: Hi there. How are you? Are you busy tonight by any chance?

I shove my phone back into my pocket before standing back up, grabbing the few loose cans and bottles across the bar, and tossing them. Looking around at the new decorations, they all have managed to get hung up already, and it’s definitely feeling much more festive.

“Josh, can you–” I start, but I feel my phone vibrate, stopping me mid-question, “Uh, lost my train of thought. I’ll get back to you on that,”

I grab my phone and see her name sitting there, making the heat rise in my face.

Charlotte: No, I’m free. Why?

The three dots pop up before I can reply, making me more nervous.

Charlotte: Do you need help with something?

Me: nooo I don’t need anything from you. We’re just doing a little thing here for halloween and I thought I would see if you were interested. No pressure or anything lol.

Those god-forsaken three dots come back, then disappear, and reappear. There is no worse form of torture in the modern day than waiting for a text to pop up.

Charlotte: Maybe

Okay… Well, it isn’t a no. I look up to find Josh directly in front of me, scaring the shit out of me. I didn’t realize he could be quiet enough to do that.

“Can I help you?”

“You looked very intrigued by whatever was on your phone there, brother,” Josh says, with a shitty little grin on his face.

“Don’t you have things to be doing other than watching me use my phone?” I ask, not able to stop the slight eye roll that came along with it.

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that,” he says, “ Quinn and I are going to run upstairs to get ready, and then I can take over so you can go put on whatever pirate bullshit you want.” He says, staring at me with a matter-of-fact expression and his arms folded across his chest.

“Sounds good to me, bub.”

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Sam and Willa left shortly after Josh and Quinn, leaving me with the usual regulars to tend to. They weren’t a rowdy bunch, so I got a good amount of cleaning done before the rush of people.

Maybe. The fact she didn’t say ‘no’ was basically haunting me. It’s not a big deal if she does show up because she is just a ‘friend’. That’s even a strong way of wording it.

At this point, the sun has been set for a while, which is attracting costumed customers. Some are more clever than others, but regardless, I’m just glad that people seem to like the idea.

I’m talking to Linda, who’s dressed as an 80s Aerobic Instructor, when I hear the sounds of my dear brother entering the building. He always has a way of making his presence known, whether he means to or not. We both glance over to the door, where he lets Quinn through first, quickly following behind.

Hand in hand, they joined us at the bar. I just looked at the two of them for a minute, my head tilted slightly.

“Peter Pan and Tinkerbell?” I finally manage to ask.

“Yes!” Josh says, fluttering the tiny wings he has on.

I let out a small sigh; I should have known, giggling to myself.

“I think you two look adorable,” Linda compliments them, eliciting a curtsy from Josh while Quinn does a stage bow.

“Alright, Tink, come tend bar so I can go change into something more festive.”

After I finally got upstairs, I started digging through my closet, looking for everything. I know it’s in here. I finally found my cream button-up; it was a bit looser on me than most of my shirts, so when I tucked it in; it definitely fit a pirate theme.

I pull on my black slim-fit jeans, tucking the bottom of my shirt into them. I slide on my brown dress vest over the shirt, leaving it fairly open so that my chest is exposed. I grab the necklaces on my nightstand and walk into the bathroom to make sure they are sitting properly. I don’t need Josh telling me I layered my necklaces wrong again.

I know Josh has some sort of scarf or belt that would make more sense for a pirate outfit, so I decide to bravely go into his room. Good lord, Josh. Walking into his room, I always forget that he likes to have things. I mean that nicely; he just loves art, decor, and tchotchkes, so his bedroom would be overstimulating to most. Considering how long I’ve known him, I’m generally accustomed to his ways, but when he keeps his door shut more often than not, it starts to slip my mind.

Rummaging through his closet, filled with colorful pieces, I find the clothes hanger loaded with scarves. I pulled out an olive green one; earth tones will work, right? I tie it around my waist, moving in front of his full-length mirror; I look much more piratey than before.

I look at the time, not realizing how long it’s taken me, I hustle back into my room. I grab the rings from the drawer in my nightstand, quickly sliding them on and spraying myself with another round of cologne to hopefully hold me over the rest of the night. I pull out a single cigarette from the drawer, shutting it a little harder than I mean to.

Maybe? Her text is still sitting in my mind. What if she does show up? I grab my phone from the counter, slide it back into my pocket, and head out the door.

“Excuse me, sorry,” I mumble as people pass me on the stairs. I’m moving a little quicker than I usually am because I don’t want to leave Josh bartending alone for too long. Maybe Melody is helping him out? I should have pulled everything out earlier, so this didn’t happen.

I pull open the door, letting the couple outside into the stairwell. I pull my lighter out, placing the cigarette between my lips and covering the filter end with my hand to block the wind. I take the long way around the building so I can enjoy this while I have a second. Josh is fine, the bar is fine, if she shows up, that’s also fine. I think to myself as I’m rounding the corner. Taking one final drag before putting it out, I hold in the cloud of smoke for a moment before releasing it. I close my eyes for a second, breathing in the cool fall air. Glancing over to the most delightful sight, I’m unable to come up with words fast enough before I hear–

“Well, hello there, Captain.”

Charlotte POV

You’re allowed to have fun, Charlotte. That’s the mantra I’ve been repeating in my head since Jacob told me about this party, though the alternative is that this is incredibly unprofessional.

I’ve been parked and sitting in my car for 10 minutes, building up the will to get out. You bought a costume, and you got ready, and you smiled at the text for about 15 minutes straight. Just go have fun. My hand finally reached for the handle, opening the door.

My boots make a little click on the pavement as I get out of the car; I smooth out my pants and readjust the little corset so it’s more comfortable. I look at my reflection in my car windows, leaning in to make sure my lipstick is still in place. Okay. Just go.

Rounding the corner, I see the entrance to the bar, making me slow my pace a little until-

Jacob? I watch as he walks towards the bar; he looks .. good– No, Charlotte, cut it out. I slowly walk towards him, still watching him as he lets out a quick stream of smoke; why is that kinda… He sets the rest of the cigarette in the ashtray placed on top of the garbage can. He stops for a second, clearly trying to calm down. Is he okay? His shoulders drop as he lets out a long breath. Suddenly, we’re making eye contact. Shit.

“Well, hello there, Captain,” I say to him. Smooth Charlotte, real smooth.

He giggles at the name, “Well, blow me down. I didn’t know if I would see you tonight, Red.”

“I decided that I deserved a little fun after this past week and all.”

“I think you made a good decision,” he says calmly, “Also, your costume choice is just lovely.” I don’t know if I ate too much or if he is actually giving me butterflies right now.

“Oh, thank you,” I say quietly; I’ve never been good at receiving compliments. We both stand there for a brief second before he grabs the door to the bar, gesturing for me to go through.

“Ladies first.”

“What a gentleman– oh, I mean, gentle-pirate.”

The bar is full of costumed people, Halloween songs playing loud over the speakers that you can barely hear over the chatter from everyone. It’s nice to see how busy the bar is finally. I had only really been here earlier in the day and honestly, it’s refreshing to know that the bar is doing well, considering how many people are here.

I followed Jacob to the bar, sitting down, only to notice that his brother was dressed as Tinkerbell. It seemed like an odd choice until I looked down to the other end of the bar to see Peter Pan sitting there. Oh… OH.

“Charlotte! You came!” Josh says excitedly, “Y’know, I told Ol’ Captain Sparrow that if he just asked you that, you-”

“Oooookay, Tink, that’s enough,” Jacob cuts him off, making me laugh.

He slid a glass over to me on a napkin. I looked down to see that he made me a Boulevardier. He remembered? My heart feels weird.

“Let me know if it’s terrible, I’ll remake it for you,”

I take a small sip; it’s incredible?

“No, it’s perfect, thank you,” I tell him.

He smiles at me, even his eyes light up. I watch him walk down the length of the bar, checking in on other customers and replacing their drinks with fresh ones. He’s so soft-spoken that I’m shocked he feels so comfortable bartending. The way he looks at every single customer, giving them his full attention, even for the twenty seconds it takes for them to place their order. He’s so-

“So Charlotte,” Josh starts, pulling me out of my thoughts, which may be a good thing at this rate.

“How are you doing, dear?” he asks while wiping a wine glass dry.

“I’m okay,” I tell him, “I am sorry about the other day, I hope you weren’t trying to get out of here.”

“I was actually coming back from lunch, and you weren’t a bother at all,” he tells me, relieving me that I didn’t mess up his entire day.

He continues, “Also, never apologize to me for having feelings. I don’t know what happened, but I’m glad that you were able to let them out. Jake is good at handling situations like yours, so you picked the perfect time, honestly.”

“Oh,” I say before taking a bigger sip.

“Are you here alone?” he asks. I nod quickly, “Let me introduce you to someone. Hold on!”

I watch as he waves over the person in the Peter Pan costume. They make their way over to us, and with how Josh’s face looks, I’m assuming this is a special person to him.

“Charlotte, this is Quinn,” Josh said, gesturing between the two of us.

“Hi, nice to meet you, Quinn,” I can’t help how professional it comes out.

“You as well,” they start, “If you haven’t pieced it together, yes, I’m Josh’s partner.” They let out a small laugh, gesturing at the Peter Pan costume. Okay, thank God, I didn’t want to say that I assumed.

Looking at the two of them, they really are precious.

“I love your costumes,” I tell them.

“Oh, thank you!” they both say simultaneously.

“So Charlotte, what exactly is your job?” Quinn asks.

“Well-” I’m cut off by the group of people approaching us loudly.

I watch quietly from my seat while they all greet each other.

“WILLIAM,” Quinn hollers.

“QUILL”

“QUILLIAM,” the two of them yell at the same time, falling into a fit of giggles.

I can’t help but wonder what I’m currently witnessing.

“Oh my god, you look so fucking good.”

“Stop it- no, YOU guys look so good.”

Quinn looks back over to me, grabs the two girls’ hands they have been chatting with, and hustles back to the bar.

“Guys, this is Charlotte!” Quinn starts introducing us. “This is Willa,” they gesture to the petite girl with a cute bob haircut that frames her face so nicely. She’s dressed in light pink. Loofah? Which is quickly clarified when Sam comes into view dressed as a bar of soap, whom I met briefly the first day I came in.

“I still can’t believe I’m soap, Bird.”

“It was this or Twilight, be glad!”

“And this is Melody, obviously. You’ve met already, though?” gesturing to her, who’s also absolutely beautiful. She’s dressed as Arwen, which means that Danny is dressed as the Aragorn man.

“Hi,” I manage to get out, “Yes, we have, and you both look so great,”

“Thank you so much!” Melody quickly responds.

“Oh, thanks!” Willa quips back.

“Drinks for everybody,” Jake’s voice came from behind me as he slid a bunch of glasses towards us. A chorus of ‘thank you’ surrounds me. Before I can turn to acknowledge him, he’s grabbing my glass.

“Another one?” He asks, fairly quietly this time.

“Please,” my nerves are getting the best of me, and the best way to fight them off is not to be sober.

“Oh, sick! We’re all in couples costumes,”

“Sam,” Willa hitting Sam’s arm, “Shut up?”

I could feel the heat rising into my face; I had been ignoring that Jacob and I wore the same kind of costume and wishfully thought that nobody would mention it. I guess that ship has sailed.

“We have Peter Pan and Twinkerbell, Lord of the Rings, and Calico Jack and Anne Bonny at the bar– I thought it was safe to assume!” Sam says, his loud laugh following it.

“Oh guys,” Jake sounds defeated, “Don’t embarrass her. You just met her.”

He looks back at me, handing me a new drink, “I’m sorry about that. I swear sometimes my brother hates me.”

“It’s okay. I was kind of waiting for it to happen,” I laughed, “I mean, we are matching so..”

He laughs at my observation for a moment.

“Between you and me,” he leans a little closer, whispering, “I think we’re the best dressed here,” flashing me a small smile; oh, how I wish he wouldn’t do that.

“Charlotte, come with us!” Quinn says, grabbing my hand and pulling me off the barstool. They pull me over to a table where the other girls are sitting. Oh god.

“Josh told me you were here alone, and well.. that’s not fun,” they tell me.

“I don’t actually live around here, so I don’t really know anybody,” I start, “Well, aside from you guys, now.”

A slew of ‘oooohhhh’s come out from all of them.

“So, I’m under the impression you’re all partners with the boys?” I ask.

“Yes!” “Yep,” “Mhmmm,” quickly followed.

I take another few sips of my drink, feeling the anxiety starting to melt away.

“I’m secretly a sucker for romance, so who wants to let me in on the situations here?” I tell them, rapidly pointing around at all of them and the boys. I’m going to be around for a little bit. I may as well get to know them. Plus.. it probably wouldn’t hurt for me to try and make some friends… right?

“How much time do you have?” Quinn asks bluntly. The other two erupted with laughter.

I look down at my drink, swirling it around, and then drink the last few sips quickly before looking at them and delivering a monotone, “I got time.”

“Well, in that case,” Willa starts, “Let me tell you about my sweet, dumb, but hot boyfriend Samuel.” She says while cracking her knuckles.

“So– I met him at the farmers market, where he proceeded to be an absolute dick to me. And THEN, he was here when I came here on an unsuccessful date, we had to WORK TOGETHER, went on a trip where we got with ONE BED-” Willa pauses for dramatic effect before taking a breath to practically yell, “LIKE THE BOOK TROPE, CHARLOTTE.”

“You sure you wanna hear this?” Quinn interjects.

“Oh, I’m invested now,” I quickly spit out. I catch a small glimpse of Jacob as he’s grabbing some empty bottles from a table across the room. He smiles and nods at whatever they say; oh, there’s that feeling again.

Willa continues her tale, but I barely hear her. My eyes fixated on him, watching how he makes eye contact with anyone who talks to him. Making sure that he hears them, nodding along and giggling often. Every so often, letting someone have a genuine smile–

Willa’s voice hit me again, “–and now I guess I like him back.”

“Oh, my god?” I respond, “That is uh.. A lot?” Oh, I’m the worst person ever.

“It is a lot, but I guess he was worth it or whatever,” Willa rolls her eyes at the statement.

Quinn smacked her arm, “You loved that silly string bean for so long. Don’t even act like you didn’t.”

Everybody was giggling at the call out. I saw Melody look around the table at all the empty glasses before standing up and grabbing them all.

“Let me get us another round, but Quinn, feel free to start whenever,” She grabs their arm, “I obviously know how this goes already.”

We all watch her for a minute as she walks up to the bar, getting the boys’ attention.

“Melody is so pretty?” I say out loud, “Oh god, is that weird?”

“No!”

“Not at all.”

“We all think she’s hot, don’t worry.”

Before I can look back over to them, Jacob is in my line of sight again. This time, he’s behind the bar, talking to one of the older ladies he seems so fond of. The way they make him laugh is sweet. He’s stood there for a second before he leans over the bar to grab something from them, but the way he leans makes his shirt fall open more; I can see his stomach flex for a split second. Holy shit. Where is Melody with those drinks, dear god-

“Alright, Quill, let’s go.”

Melody sat back down at the table, dispersing the drinks to everyone.

“Welllllll,” Quinn says, “I met him at Hobby Lobby- don’t ask me why HE worked THERE.”

I have got to stop getting distracted by this man. He walks past our table, gently squeezing Quinn’s shoulders as he passes them. They just glance over at him as they’re talking. It’s precious how much he seems to like them. Maybe he’s just a loving person? Oh, god I don’t like that.

“But, now we’re just in love, and he’s perfect, so!”

“...in the cooler?” Willa mumbled, covering her mouth, “Please tell me you’re joking.”

What did they do in the cooler? Shit, I need to be paying closer attention.

“Yeah… I probably could have left that part out, huh?” Their eyes widened, looking over at me, with the realization of who they were telling that to. “We cleaned up after! Promise!”

“Wait a second- so, you and Josh.. here?” Willa says, pointing at Quinn, before turning to Melody, “And you and Danny …ALSO here..?”

Never mind, I don’t want to know. Don’t tell me, don’t tell me, don’t tell me.

The two nod in sync, holding back their laughs.

“Well, that’s not fair!”

“This is truly taking years off my life,” I tell them while rubbing my temples, making them all giggle at my pain.

“I’m not about to make it any better,” Melody says with a laugh, followed by the other two losing even more.

I hold up one finger while inhaling the rest of my drink, “Okay, I think I’m ready.”

“So Daniel and I actually started dating in High School,” Melody says, pulling a quiet ‘awww’ from all of us, “We were together for a while before I decided to go to college out of state,” she tells us.

I see him in the background, just scanning the room while Josh is making drinks, well, until he sees me looking back at him. Shit, shit, shit, shifting my eyes back to Melody.

“Anyway– I ran into Josh, who got me the job here, and I’m so thankful for it. The boys are so great, and I’m obviously not going to complain about getting to see Daniel again.”

“I bet you’re not complaining,” Willa says suggestively with an exaggerated wink.

“HE sure complained at first, though,” Quinn pipes up with a laugh.

“Oh hush,” Melody tries to brush it off, “I do love him for more than our sex life.”

Willa is quick to reply, “Whatever you say, girly.”

“So.. what’s the part that will ruin my day?” I nervously ask.

“Conveniently, the day you came in actually, Jake had sort of… walked in on us.”

“Walked in on WHAT?”

“The thing is.. The roads were terrible, so I asked Jake if he minded grabbing Iris-” Quinn quickly cuts off Melody. “YEAH, WE HAD A SLEEPOVER WITH THE CHILD,” Quinn can’t tell us fast enough.

“Hey,” Willa, chuckling, gently grabs Quinn’s arm, “Charlotte was the only one not involved. You don’t need to yell.”

“Sorry, I just love Iris a lot, okay?”

“And she loves you back,” Melody reassures them, “Anyway, yes, so everybody else had a fun sleepover with my daughter, and I closed the bar with Daniel while having a weird argument–”

Jake comes up between Quinn and Melody, placing one hand on Melody’s back, “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I come bearing not watered-down drinks.”

He starts placing the drinks on the table, having to slide mine and Willa’s across the table.

I watch as he makes a little small talk with everyone and how much they all seem to like him. He seems too nice to be real. Everyone laughing with him, I look up at him before he slides my drink over to me. His hands. Oh my. He has rings on… oh my GOD. Trying not to be obvious, I quickly flit my eyes back up to meet his.

“Thank you,” I mouth to him while the other three are talking. He mouths back, ‘Of course’, flashing me a smile. The boy is beautiful when he smiles.

He turns to go back to the bar, and I just focus on him walking there; unknowingly, I am being watched.

“Charlotte!”

“Yes?” I quip back; I can feel the heat in my face, but is it embarrassment or the alcohol? The world will never know.

“Are you… into Jake..?” Willa asks quietly.

The other two leaned in on our little secret session, which I was not prepared for.

“Nooo, no, no, no,” I can’t spit it out quickly enough.

Quinn lets out a laugh before choking out, “You were practically drooling over him,”

“Ha ha.. Nooo.. I wasn’t,” I try to defend myself, scratching the back of my head, “Was it really that obvious?”

A chorus of yelps elicited when I loosely admit to thinking he’s attractive.

“Oh stoooop,” I cover my face.

“Don’t be embarrassed– those Kiszka boys are incredibly charming,” Quinn states, “It’s hard not to fall for it.”

“Yeah, I don’t know about ‘charming’ per se, but they do have some good genes in that family.” Willa taking a light jab at Sam.

“Really though,” Melody chimes in, “Jake is honestly very charming,”

“Oh, he is absolutely,”

“He’s too nice,”

Quinn and Willa tend to talk at the same time, and being a few drinks in does not help my deciphering of who said what, but at least when they’re on the same page, it helps.

“He has been very easy to work with, so I would believe that,” I try to regain my composure, even though the fact everybody thinks he’s sweet is not helpful to where my brain has been going all night.

“I’m sure his brain just shuts down when you’re around,” Willa says into her glass before taking a sip.

“What do you mean?”

“Have you seen yourself?” Quinn questions, “You’re so hot?”

‘Mhm’

‘Yeah, you are.’

I know that my face is absolutely pink at this rate; I just shake my head ‘no.’

“I’m sure he sees plenty of pretty girls being a bartender,” I roll my eyes at the idea that he wouldn’t hit on other girls while he’s working.

“Pretty sure the only one he entertains is Eleanor,” Melody giggles.

“I’m almost positive he told Josh that he’d just marry her if he stayed single for too much longer,” Quinn says, looking over at Josh, who just blows a kiss to them. Wow, they’re so cute together.

I watch as Melody taps on her phone, seeing the time, “Well, guys, I need to go relieve Josh for a bit.”

Quinn quickly stood up with their drink and nodded to the bar. Willa and I followed suit, migrating up to the bar. Claiming a bar stool and watching as Josh comes to find Quinn, quickly kissing their nose and then their forehead before Quinn snuggles themself into him for a brief moment.

“Pretty cute, aren’t they?” Jacob whispers, scaring the living daylights out of me.

“They really are,” I say, “And you need a bell or something because Jesus Christ.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he laughs, placing his hand on my back for a second, “I just need to get out of there for a minute,” he tells me.

“So I’m going to run around to clean and just saw you fixated on them.”

“Well, since you’re here, Jake,” Willa says loudly, leaning over to me and whispering, “Wanna see the boys squirm?” I simply nod with a grin plastered across my face.

“Don’t you guys think Melody is insanely hot?” She questions everybody.

Daniel violently shakes his head, ‘Yes,’ while Melody laughs behind the bar.

“I.. uhh,” Jake mumbles, holding the back of his neck, “I have tables to clean,” and quickly walks off to grab glasses.

Sam’s eyes are wide, and his face is filled with panic. “Birdie, I can’t answer,” he begins to say before his brother abruptly cuts him off.

“SMASH FOR SURE,” Josh confidently shouts, being met with a high five from Quinn.

“You’re right, that was worth it,” I whisper, leaning into Willa.

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I sat with everybody while they talked, well, yelled. This is a much louder group of friends than I’m used to. Granted, I have like..no group of friends. I listen to a lot of very odd conversations filled with Sam instigating Willa so that she would get a little pissed at him. There are plenty of lengthy stories from Josh, which probably wouldn’t take as long if he didn’t tell us every side story that goes along with it, but he’s so animated I guess I can’t really complain.

“Here, Charlotte,” Melody says, “Jake told me how to make your drink, so .. I hope it tastes right,”

I take a sip, oh lord, that is STRONG, “It’s great!”

Why did I do that? She needs to learn… Not that I could even correct her right now.

I sip on my drink for a while, feeling it hitting harder than I’m used to. Every so often, Jake comes out from behind the bar to make small talk with some of the customers or come bug his brothers for a few minutes. I always hope it’s the latter.

“How are we doin’, Red?”

I blink rather slowly, “I’m thriving,” slowly cracking a smile, knowing it sounded terrible coming out of my mouth.

“Well, I’m so glad,” he tells me. The way he makes eye contact but also watches my mouth when I talk makes me want to scream.

“You know,” I tell him, what are you doing? , “I dare ye to resist me booty,” the alcohol starts speaking.

“Are…are you trying to flirt with me?” He laughs out.

“Maybe, is it working?” I ask, biting the inside of my lip. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

“Oh– well,” he giggles quietly; leaning in, he rests one hand on the back of my barstool to support himself, but his face creeps in closer to my ear before he whispers, “You don’t even have to try with me, honey.” Fuck me.

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I spend the rest of the night chatting with Quinn and Willa about the most random things. But I think that is what friends are supposed to do?

Slowly, people start trickling out as it nears 1 a.m. I say my goodbyes to Sam and Willa, which is shortly followed by Josh and Quinn. Jake was nice enough to let Josh go to bed since he was here decorating so early.

“Ready to go, ducky?” Daniel asks Melody; party of one officially.

“Oh, I am beyond ready,” she stretches her arms out before turning to me, “I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

Shit. I already forgot that I told her about the training earlier today.

“Yes, you will! Can’t wait,” I do my best not to show that I definitely forgot and that I’m definitely NOT going to feel like shit in the morning now.

“I’ll see you then,” she says with a little wink.

I turn to the bar, leaning into my hand with a very minuscule smile painted on my face as I watch him. Just waiting for him to look over at me, I can’t help but stare.

“I can feel you watching me,” he grins from the other end of the bar.

“I’m debating on how I’m going to get home, is all,” I say with a sigh.

“Did you drive here?” He asks.

“Yep,”

“Okay, so, first of all, you’re not going to do that,” he tells me.

“And why not?” I protest. He sauntered over to me, leaning against the bar.

“You’re so pretty,” he says to me, glancing down at my lips until I finally pull the bottom one in with my teeth, “Yeah- you’re not driving.”

My jaw drops; he really got me there.

“I can just call an Uber,” I tell him.

“Charlotte, I don’t love that idea. It’s almost 2 am, and I literally live just upstairs,” Jake continues to tell me I need to stay here, and I don’t know why I’m fighting it so hard.

“I don’t want to impose,”

“I’m offering?”

“Touche Captain,” I giggle a bit at the nickname. I bet he likes it.

“Just hang out for a couple minutes so I can close the bar down,” he tells me.

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“Don’t you want to clean?”

“It’s so late. Josh can help me in the morning,” Jake speaks low as we walk into the stairwell.

“Oh no,” slips out, “oh, I didn’t mean to actually say that,”

Jake lets out a quiet laugh, “I got you, don’t worry,”

Before I can react, he has his arm underneath mine, gesturing for my hand. I lace my fingers into his; the butterflies are back. How fun. He holds my hand tightly, letting me put a lot of my weight into him as we carefully go up the first flight of stairs.

“I think I can do it,” I tell him; I absolutely cannot?

“You sure about that, sport?”

I squint at him and immediately stumble up the first couple of stairs of the second flight, letting out a small ‘oop.’

“Yeah, that’s what I figured,” He makes fun of me gently while supporting me again.

This may be the longest stair climb of my life.

We finally make it to his apartment.

Jake whispers, “You can take my bed, and I’ll just sleep on the couch.” He’s so cute when he’s concerned.

“Noooo, I can sleep on the couch. I’ve already inconvenienced you.”

He blinks at me slowly, unamused.

I can’t stop myself from walking towards his couch, and it’s a humbling moment for me as my legs wobble in the process.

“No, you don’t,” Jake says from behind me.

“Jake, really, I don’t mind,” I look back at him, disorienting myself from turning too quickly.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters as he grabs my arms to stop me from falling over. I just stare at him like a deer in headlights.

“Yeah, I didn’t want it to come to this, but,” he says before he wraps his arms around my thighs, lifting me over his shoulder.

Childlike laughter erupts from me as he carries me through his apartment into his bedroom. I can feel his chest vibrating subtly from giggling with me.

“Here ya go,” he says, moving one hand to my back so he can set me down. So carefully, making sure not to drop me, he leans down slowly. The feeling of falling became so real suddenly, that I instinctively held onto his shoulder, which pulled him back with me. He stumbles forward a bit, catching himself before landing on top of me.

I prop myself up on my elbows as I laugh. He’s hovered over me, with a hand on either side; our faces are so close.

We both freeze as we realize how close we are. I wonder how soft his lips really are… My eyes defy me, shifting down to look at his mouth, just for a second, as he watches me.

Clearing his throat as he stands up.

“Uh- here, let me get you a sweatshirt or something,” he sounds timid. Quickly shuffling through his closet, he pulled out a navy sweatshirt and handed it to me.

“It’ll probably be a little bit loose on you, but better than sleeping like a pirate?”

I chuckle, smiling up at him. Simply grateful for something comfortable to wear.

“I’ll go so you can do that,” still clearly very nervous.

Pulling my shirt over my head, I quickly pull the sweatshirt over me. I lock the bottom of it under my chin so I can see what I'm doing. Oh no. No, no, no, no. My zipper is stuck, and staring at it makes me cross-eyed. I drop my head back, letting out an angry sigh. Please just unzip. My hands get increasingly sweaty, making the stupid plastic zipper hard to grip.

I hear a few soft knocks on the door before it cracks open.

“Can I come in?” He asks.

“Actually… I um… I need help.”

Coming in quickly and shutting the door behind him, I just stare at him pathetically.

“My zipper is stuck,” I tell him, embarrassed.

He chokes back a laugh, setting a glass of water on the nightstand next to his bed.

He kneels in front of me; oh, this is terrible. I lift the sweatshirt, revealing the catastrophic mess from me, yanking the zipper every which way.

“Where the hell did you even get these, Red?” He asks, looking up at me with a soft giggle.

I wish he would just focus. I don't need to look at him like this. Making eye contact causes my brain to short-circuit, and I stare back at him silently. Watching him try to figure out how the zipper got caught, he’s so carefully moving the fabric around.

“How much do you care about these?” He asks, gently tapping my hip.

“At this point,” I raise my eyebrows in defeat.

“Are you sure?”

I just nod ‘yes’ in response.

He grabs either side of the zipper and tears it apart quickly. The sound of the fabric ripping was relieving, well, for a second. Both of us smile at the fact that I’m free until he looks back down to see the lace of my thong peeking out.

I see his eyes go wide, and the pink creep into his cheeks as he pinches the fabric together.

“Oh,” slips out of me. I let the sweatshirt drop, falling to the tops of my thighs as the now ripped pirate pants hit the floor.

“So, uh, well,” Jake says, holding the back of his neck while avoiding eye contact, “I will let you get some sleep.”

I don’t know what possesses me to say, “Wait-“

Closing the gap between us, I lean up onto my toes slightly, placing a small kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you,” I tell him before crawling into his bed.￹

“Of course, m’lady,” he says with a bow. His little English accent laces the words, which makes me laugh.

“Sleep well,” he whispers, shutting off the light as he leaves.

I fall back into his bed, wrapping myself up in the blankets. They smell like him, comforting, warm.

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Happy Halloween! 🎃🖤

Oh, Darling

Vampire Jake x Vampire Y/N

tw: 18+ smut : praise kink, biting

word count: 1.5k

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“I’m starving, Darling

Let me put my lips to something,

Let me wrap my teeth around the world.”

“I was wondering how long it would take you,” I speak softly. Laying in my bed, I knew he would call, it was just a matter of when. Jacob was a very smooth talker, dashing, but also incredibly frustrating. He would always leave before dawn even though I always asked him to stay. I always hoped that I could sweet talk him into staying but I’ve never been successful. He will whisper sweet nothings to me until I fall asleep and then when I rise the next evening, he’s nowhere to be seen.

“I didn’t mean to keep you waiting, darling.”he pet name oozed from his mouth.

“What would you like Jacob?”

“ ‘M craving you quite a bit,” he practically groans into his end of the phone. I know he’s been waiting to call, he never wants to seem too needy, but it’s obvious in his voice that tonight will be fun.

“Well then, come get me.” I say while quickly ending the call.

I knew there wasn’t much time. Swiftly I made my way into the bathroom, carefully applying my favorite wine colored lipstick. After I shuffled into the closet and pulled on some new lingerie, black of course. After attaching the matching garters, I slid a black silk robe on, completing the final look.

Padding back into the bedroom, there’s some rustling outside. That was quick, I think to myself. Unlocking the window, his silhouette greeting me.

“Hello darling,” the window creaks as he comes in. “You look delicious tonight”

Stepping into your room, he quickly slides his hands around my waist, pulling me in. Ghosting his lips over mine, just feeling his light breath sending shivers down my spine.

“I’ve been waiting for you," I whisper against his lips, anticipating one of us to finally cave.

“Well..I won’t keep you waiting any longer," pressing his lips against mine, I feel his smirk slowly grow across his face. Grabbing the lapels of his jacket pulling him back with me, I lead him to the foot of my bed, still attached to his lips. Feeling the frame of the bed tap the back of my thighs, I pull myself away from the kiss earning a small groan from him in return.

“Why did you–” he starts.

I slowly untie the robe revealing my little secret to him. My new lingerie hugging all the right places, emphasizing the curves of my chest, the contrast against my pale skin. I watch as his eyes make their way down my body, taking it all in.

“Oh Darling.” Jacob takes a step forward. “I am starving," he says while flashing that decadent smile of his.

Knocking me back onto the bed, he drops to his knees. Pressing harsh kisses to the insides of my thighs, the harder the better. Making his way up to my hips, nipping at the taut skin as my back arches from the feeling.

“Aren’t you sweet,” he breathes against my stomach. “Practically begging for me already.”

He runs his middle finger down from my stomach, straight to my clit, slowing down and adding pressure just to make me squirm. Jacob leaves it there a moment before continuing down, feeling the damp fabric as he gazes up at me. The smirk on his face was pure evil. When I felt his hand make contact with my entire core, the sound of the slap was covered by the moan that came from deep in my soul.

“Jacob, please.”

“Needy little thing tonight, aren’t you darling?” he cooed.

Holding the lace to the side, his tongue takes one excruciatingly slow lap up the center, causing my hips to buck. Jacob was the kind of lover who wants his partner to beg him, he wants to know how good he is at whatever he’s doing.

“Feel good?” with that cocky smirk, he starts to kitten lick right at my clit. Moans are flying out of my body, he’s spent enough time edging me. I simply need him at this point.

“Need to taste you, Jacob."I spit out, moving to the edge of the bed. “Stand up.”

I hold eye contact as he stands, now towering above me. Quickly unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down just far enough for him to get some relief.

Taking him in my hand, pumping a few times before teasing the length of him with my tongue. Gently licking a stripe from the base until I take just the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue to tease the most sensitive bit. Gazing up at him as I ease him into my mouth, savoring every inch of him, having him watch me makes me want him more. I moan into it, knowing it drives him crazy. His eyes closed, but his smile ever so present.

What I would give for him to sink his teeth into me right now, is all I could think.

A few minutes pass as I bob my head down the length of him, swallowing occasionally just to hear his whimper. The sound of him was almost too much for me to bear, his moans sending shocks straight to my core. I could feel the wetness once pooled, now leaking down my thighs from the mere sound and taste of him.

“Turn around, darling," he mutters.

I spin on my knees facing the headboard, excited to feel full of him. Feeling his hand grasp my shoulder, pushing me forward exposing myself. His open palm making contact with my ass, I can’t control the sounds that come from me at this point. He moves the lace fabric back to the side, as he runs the head of his cock teasingly down me, making me quiver with anticipation.

He can’t wait any longer, lining himself up and thrusting hard. My eyes are resisting the urge to close, the way he’s slamming himself into the right spot, I grip the bed sheets with every ounce of my soul. Feeling him lower his body close to mine, tucking his face into the crook of my neck, breathing hard.

“God darling, you feel incredible,” he croons into me, making me throb. His voice is enough to send me over the edge.

“Harder Jacob.”

Immediately he follows my command. The way he’s gripping my hips there will be bruises in the morning. I grab his arms behind me to pull myself up, feeling his chest against me. He slides his hands up to grab my breasts. Rubbing gently over my already hard nipples through the lace, goosebumps cover my body. The sound of his hips hitting my ass is making it hard for me to focus, the feeling of his fingers arousing my tender nipples more and more until it’s unbearable. My head falls back onto him, letting moans littered with his name fall from my lips as he snakes a hand down to play with my clit as he pounds into me. His hand leaves my breast and holds my throat, keeping it cocked back against him.

I’m so close.

He tilts his head down against the top of my shoulder, I feel him grin, peppering kisses up my neck and back to my shoulder.

“Do it.” I beg, “please do it.”

The second I feel him sink his teeth into me, my orgasm rips through my body. I can't help but scream his name, god that feeling. My body warm, vision blurred and all I can hear is him moaning in my ear.

Laying me back down, I turn onto my back so I can see him while he catches his high. Sliding back in and finding his pace again. The way his mouth hangs open just enough, his eyebrows tightly knit together, the way his muscles flex as he moves, I swear I could finish again just at the sight of him.

“I’m close, darling”

Pulling him down to me, I kiss him hard. He opens his mouth a bit, inviting me to deepen the kiss. Biting down on his bottom lip, pulling back until he lets out a delicious moan.

“You know what I want.” He says, clearly fighting the urge to finish.

“Oh Jacob, you’re so good.” I whisper into his ear in the most sultry tone possible. “You feel so good, baby.”

With that, he starts losing his pace, the thrusts get sloppy, the sweet moans coming from deep inside start pouring out and I can’t help but egg him on.

“Fuck me, Jacob please." I moan out as he slows down, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck as he comes to a halt.

“Darling, I swear you taste sweeter every time,” he mumbles into my hair.

“Just for you.”

“I won’t keep you waiting this time,” he says.

Knowing he won’t stay if I ask, I decide to see if I can coax him into staying.

“You’re not going anywhere, handsome.”

I hook my leg around him, rolling us so that I’m on top. I run my hands up his chest, letting my right hand slide up his throat, gripping his jaw.

“I’m going to show you why you have no reason to leave. Does that sound okay, Jacob?”

“Do your worst, darling.”

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seenoversundown · 25 days ago

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Happy Halloweeen! 🎃🖤

Cloak and Dagger

Author Note: The tiktok last night was detrimental to my mental health and then I saw a post on here about knife play Josh and here we are. I need therapy teehee :)

Josh x Y/N

TW: 18+ smut : knife play, fake blood, praise kink

Word Count: 2.1k

Nasty - Russ "Yeah, I want you to get nasty, Do that thing you know I like, No one watching, it's just me and you, alright?"

All Hallows’ Eve, I’m watching as you sway on the dance floor. Your skin shines when the colored lights hit you, I’m absolutely dying to take you home. I look down at myself while I wait at the bar for our drinks. My toga is draped against my body from when you got me ready before we left. You couldn’t keep your hands off of me and we were almost late for the party.

No complaints.

I quickly grab our refills and make my way back to you. Your back is turned to me until the last moment. Seeming to feel my presence, you turn to face me. Your grin on your face is indescribable, always taking my breath away. I match it with one of my own.

“Thank you, baby.” You say.

Always sweeter than honey with me, and I can’t help but fall in love with how delicious it is. I press a kiss to your jaw, just under your ear. I feel a moan make its way up your throat, like I said, delicious.

My arm snakes around your waist, pulling you even closer. We move along to the strong beat, your hand roaming my chest. I can’t help but nip at your lips and give you a couple of kisses. By the end of the next song both of our drinks are empty again and our dancing is downright sinful.

The DJ is yelling something but I’m focused on kissing your neck, I don’t hear it. A few moments later, a red substance is raining down on us from above.

Blood?

We both look down at our costumes, the white becoming red before our eyes. Looking up at you, I see the blood dripping down your face. You’re smiling at me, unphased by our ruined outfits.

I smash my lips to yours, the way you look has snapped something inside of me. I feel almost feral by this insatiable need to bring you home.

I want to worship you.

I pull away from you, already missing your taste but knowing we need to get out of here. Your pout has me regretting stopping, but instead I lean in close to your ear.

“I need to take you home.” My voice is gravelly and dark.

You pull back from me, eyes bright and hungry. A quick nod is all I need before I’m tearing through the crowd trying to get us outside. My other hand is on my phone, ordering us a ride.

We get outside and although there’s still a crowd, it’s much thinner. I can’t help but pull you by the wrist back into me and lock my lips onto yours. You open your mouth, my favorite invitation, and I dive in. The taste of you is driving me over the brink, this ride is taking too fucking long to get here.

Just as I’m about to pull back and complain, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket.

I help you get into the car and hop in behind you. I pull you into my lap, too tipsy to care about seatbelts. Your hands are quick to find me again, and I almost groan when once makes its way into my hair. Wandering hands and quiet giggles fill the backseat.

“You like what you see?” It’s your turn to tease me, your voice hot against my ear. My only response is to nip at your shoulder and grip your inner thigh. I’m afraid if I say something, I won’t be able to control myself in this car. The driver doesn’t get a free show, this one is mine.

When we finally pull up at our house we practically fall out of the car. Quick thank yous are shouted as we shut the car door and race to our front door. Your hands are roaming my body, coming dangerously close to touching me where I want you most. I lean back into you as my hands fumble the keys.

“Get us inside, baby. I want to touch you.” You say as your hands roam higher instead of lower.

A groan passes my lips before I finally find the right key and let us inside. Once our front door is shut, I push you up against it, my hand tight around your throat. You’re grinning, I knew you’d love this.

“I want you to stay here. I need supplies and I’ll be right back.” I lean in and press a kiss to your forehead, denying you of what you really wanted. Leaving you slightly disappointed I head to our kitchen.

A paring knife. Perfect.

“You know, sweetheart.” I start as I walk back to where I’ve left you. “You’re so good, staying right where I asked you to.”

I lift up the paring knife so it’s in our general view. Your eyes widen, but it doesn’t look like horror, no. You look excited.

“Something about seeing you like this.” I say, walking up to finally touch your hip. “Covered in blood. Being so, so good for me. It’s doing something to me. Are you going to keep being good?”

You’re breathless as you watch me bring the knife up to your chin, lifting your eyes to mine.

“Use your words.” My voice is extremely dark now.

Nodding quickly, you respond, “yes.”

“What a good listener,” I praised. I visibly watch you melt at my words and I know I have you right where I want you. I let the tip of the knife follow your throat down to your chest and leave it there.

“I want to try something, is that okay?”

“Yes, daddy.” You taunt me. A growl comes deep within me as I bring the knife to one of your straps holding your costume up.

“This flimsy thing barely covers you,” I say. “Might as well make it so you can never wear it again.” The knife slices through your strap quickly, letting the entire side fall and exposing you partially.

I bring the tip of the knife down to your newly exposed nipple. The cold October air has made them firm peaks, and they look incredible.

I circle the knife around your hardened nipple and a breathy moan passes your lips. I’m quick as I move towards you to take your nipple in my mouth. Nipping at it, my tongue playing with it and I can feel you squirming.

I remove your nipple from my mouth with a pop! and replace it with the flat blade of the knife. The cold edge has you lifting your chest into me.

“Joshua,” falls from your lips in a whine. I swear it makes me hungry for more as I bring the blade up to your other strap, freeing your chest completely.

The blood from earlier tonight has dried. Some of it got under your shirt, and following the dried drops on your exposed chest with my knife. You’re squirming under my grip, trying to get some form of friction that I’ve been denying you.

“Oh, Y/N needs it pretty badly. Don’t you?”

“Pl-pleasseeee.” The way it falls from your lips is the most sinful plea.

I find the rope around your waist and take no time cutting it free. All of you, fully exposed to me, is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

“You’re naughty. Nothing underneath?”

“Not when you’re around.” It comes out of your mouth quickly.

“That’s why you’re mine. So good.” I drag the knife up the entire length of your body, earning a shiver from you.

I bring my lips to your neck, hearing you moan as I give you a quick bite. As I’m momentarily distracted, you take the knife out of my hand. I lift my head up to look at you, but before I can say anything you spin us around, pressing me against the door now.

“My turn,” you say.

“Oh, you are devious tonight.”

“I can’t help it with you.”

The tip of the blade now rests under my chin, the cool metal a nice shock to my overly warm body. We both watch as you move the knife to my straps.

Snip. One side falls away, my chest now partially exposed. You mirror my earlier actions by bringing the blade down to my nipple. Immediately knowing I’ve made the right choice in trying this tonight.

Your eyes are filled with lust as you watch yourself work my nipple with the knife to a hardened peak. You take me in your mouth and nip at me, and it’s getting harder for me to resist throwing you over my shoulder and bringing you to our room.

The pop! release of my nipple cuts the sound of my breathy moans and praises. You put your lips on mine and I can’t help but grip the back of your head, assembling some sort of control here.

“Not so soon, baby.” You say as you wiggle out of my grip. “Stay.”

“Yes, Y/N.” Knowing the use of your name will make you flustered. It works.

You shake your head as you bring the knife and slice through my other strap. Wasting no time, you bring the blade to the rope around my waist and cut through, fully exposing me.

“That’s better,” you sigh as you slowly move to your knees. “So beautiful. Mine.”

The last word comes out on a growl as you come face to face with my cock. I’ve been hard since the blood bath, and now it’s starting to get a little painful. You reach out for my hard shaft with gentle hands.

I can’t help but let out a deep moan, the slightest touch giving me that relief I’m chasing.

“So good,” I praise. “So so so so go-fuck.”

You slowly insert the head of my penis into your hot waiting mouth. Working your way down you have me halfway down your throat before you start working on my shaft. While you swirl your tongue on my shaft and bob up and down, I can’t help but give you all the praises.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well.” I stutter out. Your eyes look up and lock onto mine. I try hard to not let mine roll in the back of my head, but you feel so good. You know exactly how to wind me up.

You take me out of your mouth and look up at me through your lashes. I know whatever you’re thinking is about to be trouble. Your hand still softly strokes me as you finally say, “do you trust me?”

“Yes,” comes out of me deep and breathy.

I watch as you bring the knife up and trail down the end of my shaft, then press the flat edge of the blade against my slit. I hiss as the cold metal touches the most sensitive skin on me. I’m surprised as you bring your tongue carefully up to the blade and lick down my shaft on either side. The danger mixed with your hot mouth is turning me on more than I can explain. I have to remind myself not to buck my hips, staying steady is definitely a test here.

You bring the tip of the blade and trace it back down my shaft before removing it completely and replacing your mouth fully over me again. You keep me in your mouth, but waggle the knife next to you to get my attention. When you’re sure you have it, you take the knife and trace it down your chest.

“Look at you doing such a good job.”

Following the drip pattern on your skin, you drag the knife across your exposed skin. I can’t help as I lose a little bit more of my control. I grip the back of your head and I can feel the grin stretch across your lips before you get back to work. You keep the knife on your chest while I keep us going at a steady rhythm. Once you circle the tip of your nipple with the blade, I’ve lost all of my resolve.

“Baby, Y/N. I’mclose.” The words come out of me rushed as you take over keeping rhythm. Your other hand finds my balls and cups them close and that’s when my release finally comes. I shout incoherent things as you swallow and keep working me through my high..

Once you’re sure I’m finished you pull away giving me soft kisses on my thighs.

“So good,” I murmur.

You stand and embrace me, and I’m quick to bury my face in your neck. I give you a few quick kisses before I step back.

“Your turn,” I say as I throw you over my shoulder and start to head to our bedroom.

There’s a reason Halloween’s our favorite.

Let the freaks play.

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For Death Or Glory : Chapter Twenty-Five

Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: 18+ Smut (you know the drill) Fluff, Mild Anxiety, Some sad themes momentarily, A LOT of tears, Jake is in it so the uncomfortably timed jokes are also in it, and it's just painfully cute and sweet and fluffy.

Smut Warnings: Fingering (f receiving) a slight depiction of masturbation (m), sexy phrases being moaned, and last but not least we are practicing safe sex!! (wrap that shit up guys)

Word Count: 7.1k

Summary: After Charlotte leaves the Anniversary Party at the bar, she spends a bit contemplating her choices while she packs and ultimately comes to her decision.

Author's Note: Hiii 🥹

I can't believe this is the last chapter, it feels like we just started this last week. I really hope this is the ending you were rooting for, because it feels very fitting.

I'm going to stick another note at the end to not spoil anything before you read.

Happy Thursday (and Halloween) 🖤

Sea Of Love - Cat Power "Come with me, my love, To the sea, The sea of love."

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“Drive safe, Red.”

“Will do, Captain.”

The second he walked away from my car, the tears I’d been choking back came out, and unfortunately, I hadn’t stopped the entire drive back to the house to finish grabbing everything, which seemed silly because I could have packed before I went to see him. I spent the whole day trying to decide if I should even go, with breaks where I would just cry because I couldn’t believe that I couldn’t just spit out what happened.

The way he still insisted on walking me to my car speaks volumes about him, and I really didn’t know what I expected, but I was mentally prepared for him not to want to talk to me after everything. I don’t deserve him by any means.

I couldn’t stop myself from hugging him. I knew he wasn’t going to try anything because he’s always concerned about whether or not I’m comfortable, and I’m sure he didn’t want to take any chances of getting rejected.

9:20 p.m.

I pull into the driveway, crying harder as I put my car in park. I don’t want to go home. I should have just stayed there. Taking a deep breath, I force myself to go inside. I set my bag and phone down on a chair in our kitchen, knowing that if I had my phone with me, I’d never get anything packed.

I wander around the house, silently crying as I grab my things and shove them into my bag. Changing out of my jeans and into some leggings, hoping that maybe being more comfortable will help. Even though I know the only thing that would help right now is him.

Knowing that he came here so we could still spend the night together is making this worse. The way he so happily changed our plans and drove out here. I sit down on the couch, thinking about how he somehow made my catching up on emails more enjoyable. Rewarding me with kisses every time I finished one, I don’t think I’ve ever worked more efficiently than knowing I get to smooch a cute boy every time I hit ‘send.’

He was so sweet when I started to fall asleep, wanting to make sure I was comfortable. I was a little surprised when he said he would stay since he wouldn’t be able to check on the bar. Feeling how warm he was when he got into bed with me. Granted, I also was teasing him as he took his pants off. Quietly laughing at the thought, even with tears rolling down my cheeks.

He always has a way of making things better, even when he isn’t here. When we weren’t together, he’d send me random things he was thinking about throughout his day or asking how my day was going. I don’t think we’ve gone more than a few hours without talking since I called him that night.

My throat tightened, and I remembered how he reacted to Cass. The way he immediately just pulled me into his arms, letting me take my time to explain. He fully just listened to whatever I had to tell him like he genuinely wanted to know her. I just know that if she could meet him, she would absolutely adore him. Especially considering how he treats me, she would be planning our wedding already.

I walk through the house one last time to make sure I have everything. I should just go back. My stomach turns at the thought. I don’t even know what I’d say; I’ll just text him tomorrow—shutting the lights off as I walk back towards the kitchen.

I bring out the bulk of my stuff, shoving it all into my back seat. Quickly walking back inside to grab my bag and lock it up, my chest hurts as I pull the door shut behind me.

I grab my phone from my bag to check the time, and his name is on my Lock Screen.

11:02 p.m.

Jacob: hi, just wanted to say thank you again for everything. I don’t know if you’re still driving or not, so don’t feel like you have to reply right away

Jacob: but I’m still down to keep you company tomorrow, if you are. 🖤

My eyes are full of tears when I laugh—my sweet boy. Dropping my phone into the driver's seat, I stand there with my face in my hands, letting out the sob that had been waiting. I need him. It was like I needed something to tell me that it was the right choice to just go back to him, and that was enough.

I look up at the moon, “Cass… thank you.” My voice shakes as I say it, but god, it feels good to get it out. “You were right. I needed to find my Scott, and now, I just wish you were here to meet him.”

I have to go get him.

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My heart races as I drive down the dark roads, waiting until I get a little closer to Portland for more street lamps. But as I’m driving, I swear every song that comes on just makes my mind wander.

Hearing him call me honey for the first time in his office. His arms pulled me in so fast I didn’t have time to think about it. Talking me down or trying to, at least. I felt so safe with him, and I had only met him once before. Something about him was so comforting in that moment, whether it was the way he knew I was about to break and brought me into a quiet space to have my moment. Or the fact that he didn’t let go until I was ready.

The look in his eyes as he wiped my tears away, gently holding the sides of my face like he thought I would crumble if he added any more pressure. And to think that was just a glimmer of how thoughtful he is.

I’ve never met a man who just wants to do things like he does. He walked me to my car every night when I was at the bar, opening my door for me like he was straight out of the fifties or something. Always asked me to let him know when I made it home; it was a soft level of protection that I didn’t know I needed.

Standing there next to the water, the street lamps barely gave us enough light to see each other, but the way his lips looked and how he kept glancing at mine.. I knew I had to take my chance.

“Is this okay?”

His smile into me as we kissed made it hard for me not to fall for him. The way he so sweetly giggled against me. Keeping me close to him because it was cold out, but not wanting to stop. Oh, the first of many ‘one more’ kisses. Which always meant another ten minutes trying to escape him, not that I ever really wanted them to end. I’m almost positive that both of us genuinely started contemplating quitting our jobs to hide away together a handful of times.

Going out of his way to surprise me so I could still go to Salem. Taking a day off, even if I had to badger him a little about not checking in constantly. It was for his own good. It was so adorable how he just happily followed me, looking at all the haunted sites and letting me tell him all the history as we walked around. I suppose it helps that he’s definitely into those types of things, considering the pirate knowledge.

His sweet face turned red when the girl told us our aura colors were pretty compatible. But I can’t blame her for assuming when he grabbed my hand while she explained them to us. I knew it was because of what she was saying, and he just wanted to make sure I was okay.

I’ve simply never met a man who understood emotions like he does. I don’t understand how considering he grew up with two brothers, he’s definitely the odd one out of the three. The way he can stay so calm in most situations is beyond me. Even tonight, when I showed up, he seemed nervous for a second, but the moment I said something, he came around.

I could park right outside the bar because there was nobody out, but I decided to park around the corner so I could mentally prepare.

Just see if he’s still in the bar, and then if not, he should be at home. I don’t think he’s supposed to see his parents until tomorrow.

Shutting off the engine, I sit there staring at the sky. Ever since he pointed out the moon that night, I’ve felt comfort in it. Whether or not Cass can hear me, I will keep talking to her through it. I’d like to think she knows.

I step out, feeling the wind against my skin, shit- it’s cold. I start walking towards the bar, taking a deep breath before turning the corner. I pulled out my phone one more time, just to make sure he hadn’t said anything while I was driving here. No notifications.

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11:35 p.m.

I round the corner, and he’s already standing outside as if he knew I would come back. I see him putting his phone into his pocket and looking down at his boots. It feels surreal to see him for some reason. He finally looks over as I get closer; I can see him trying to fight the smile growing on his face.

As I walk up to him, I whisper, “Hi.”

“Hey, you,” he whispers back, his voice alone made my eyes well up again. I look down at my feet, hoping to swallow the emotions, but fail miserably. Here goes nothing.

“Um,” I let out. I feel my lip quiver, so I tug it in with my teeth a little.

His voice was quiet, asking, “What’s wrong?” as he gently tilted my face up to look at him, which only made the tears flow faster.

“I don’t want this to be over, Jacob,” I choke out, pointing between the two of us. I have cried in front of this man far too many times in the last three weeks.

He sweetly wipes the tears before he finally says, “Hun,” Pulling me into him and placing a big kiss against my forehead. “It doesn’t have to be over.”

“I just want to be able to kiss you and be with you,“ I ramble out. All of the feelings I’ve been holding back started falling out of me.

He shakes his head slowly and calmly tells me, “I want that more than you know.”

“I don’t want to feel like we have to be quiet about it.”

“We don't have to.”

“Jake, I just,” I start, my voice sounded a little panicked at this point. “I have stronger feelings for you than I anticipated and—”

He quickly tells me, “I promise those are most definitely mutual, honey.”

“It scares me a little,” I admit quietly.

“Hey–” he cuts me off, “I will have you however you’ll let me,” holding my face in his hands, and then he says, “I told you before- whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“I don’t want you to feel like I’m interested in anyone else,” I start, “Because I only—.” My brain is moving faster than I can move my mouth while still trying to calm down from crying when he leans in. –Want you. The most relieving kiss I’ve ever felt; time slowed the second his lips met mine. My hands find their spot on his stomach; just having extra contact with him helps me slow down.

He pulls away, and his hands are still holding the sides of my face as he looks at me. He looks like he wants to say something, but I watch him swallow hard before he finally caves. I feel like I know what’s coming.

“Say the word, and I’ll forget about the ‘friends who maybe sleep together' thing,” he whispers. “I would do anything to call you mine.” His face is still so close to mine as we stare at each other for a second in comfortable silence. There is only one right answer in my mind.

“Please.”

His lips find mine quickly, smiling into me like a kid on Christmas morning. My heart pounds as we practically relive our first kiss. Not knowing how to stop, giggling as we take turns placing little kisses everywhere.

“You’re sure you want this?” He asks, his hands still holding my jaw. “Like absolutely positive?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more sure about something,” I tell him, a small laugh sneaking out. He stares at me for a second before looking up; his eyes close before he shakes his head a few times. His arms fall, sliding around my waist. When he looks back at me, his eyes are glistening. My hands quickly grabbed him, wiping his tears as they finally fell, “Aw, baby.”

“I feel ridiculous,” he giggles, trying to sniff the emotions away.

“I’ve cried enough times in front of you— I think you’ve earned it.”

He looks up again, letting out a small laugh, and then looks back at me. His hands grabbed mine, holding onto them tightly when his adorable little voice wavered, telling me, “I just really thought I had lost any chance with you.” He breathes in a shaky breath and, on the exhale, says, “And I’m just so happy that I get to keep you to myself now.” A few tears sneak out as he tells me. He really is the most precious man alive. I steal one of my hands back from him, gently wiping his face again.

We stood there giggling like teenagers when the realization hit me, “I get to say you’re my boyfriend now.”

“Mhm,” He hums against me. “I’m all yours.”

Kissing him a few times before giggling against his lips, “Jacob, I’m your girlfriend.. we’re dating.” He just smiles against me, and I can’t stop the excitement from coming out as I bounce back and forth in his arms. “Did you ever think this would have happened?”

“Honey, you have felt like a fever dream to me for three weeks.” He chuckles to himself, “No, I never thought I would be lucky enough to find someone like you.”

After a few minutes of bliss, I finally have to come out with the truth, all of them.

“I want to tell you something,” I tell him. “Well.. actually, a couple of things.”

“Go for it,” he says; his smile might be permanent. Let me start with the least important thing.

“Cass made me promise that if I found some boy with long hair and nerdy interests, I had to try,” I admit. “I just didn’t know how to handle it when I found you because I haven’t been in a ton of relationships— but you made it so… easy.”

“I’ve never been more relieved to be a long-haired nerd in my life.” He giggles at himself, kissing my cheek when he mumbles, “I hope I make her proud.”

I don’t know how I could cry more at this point, but my voice shakes when I tell him, “Oh, she would have loved you.”

He tugs me back in for a hug; I just snuggle into him for a minute. Naturally, he would say something like that.

“What else is there?” He asks quietly.

“Well..um,” I hesitated. Just spit out, Char. “I have to go home, like up-north-home, or I’m going to get fired.”

His eyebrows pull together, letting out a small laugh before finally asking, “You? How would you get fired?”

“I sort of have been lying to my boss to be .. here,” I tell him, dodging his eye contact. It’s quiet for a beat before he finally speaks up.

“Wait– is that why you were so upset?”

I nod, “Mhm..he called when I was at Quinn’s, and I had been freaking out since because I was .. scared to tell you.”

“Oh, hun. Fuck, I’m so sorry,” his smile fades quickly.

“No, I’m sorry,” I tell him, grabbing his hands, “You didn’t know, and I was acting like a dick to you.”

“I still wish I hadn’t panicked so fast,” he says, the look on his face making my heart hurt. “I’d never say anything like that to you ever again. I thought I’d lost you as soon as it came out.”

The tears prick my eyes as he tells me. It makes even more sense now– he thought his heart was about to get shattered. The thought of not keeping him around had never crossed my mind; I would have figured out a way.

“I knew you didn’t mean it, baby,” I told him. “I forgave you the second you started crying.”

He pulls my hands up, kissing across my knuckles, letting out a long breath. Looking back at me, “So, if you have to go back home, what do we want to do?”

The way he says ‘we’ could make me cry.

“Well,” I start. “I don’t mind driving here. And I typically only work during the week, so I could come to you right after I clock out on Fridays.”

“I will never say no to that,” he tells me. Quickly following up with, “But I can also come to you during the week since the bar isn’t as busy.” His hands gently squeezed mine.

“Are you going to be able to handle not being here?” I tease him.

“Oh, shut up,” he laughs; oh, I love that laugh. “I’m gonna need to get over it at some point. At least I’ll have you as a distraction.”

I just hum back, “Mhmm.”

“We’ll make it work, hun,” he says; he sounds so sure of it.

“You really don’t mind?”

“Not at all,” he tells me, “I’ll do whatever I need to if it means getting to be with you.”

My hands hold the sides of his neck as I kiss him a few times, whispering, “You’re unreal.” Enjoying the butterflies as he giggles against my lips, finding it increasingly more difficult to focus every time I kiss him. I need to tell him first, and then we can have fun. I get a little chill just thinking about getting to spend the night with him after this. FOCUS CHAR.

“Um, there’s still more,” I spit out. “I sort-of-maybe-kind of lied to you.” Kissing his cheek a couple of times before looking at him with an uncomfortable smile.

He lets out a laugh, “Really just getting it all out there, are we?”

“I can’t start a relationship with you and not just tell you all of this!”

“Whatever you need to do, hun,” he laughs. “Go on.”

“I didn’t need to be here at all,” I start. “Melody could have just done everything in like a day and your paperwork had been sitting in my car already settled for the past two weeks.”

“I know.”

“What– You know?” I stared at him, my eyebrows pulled in immediately, wholly lost in how he knew what I was doing.

“Of course, I know,” he giggles. “Who do you think helped Josh get certified, honey?”

My mouth hangs open for a second, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Well, honestly— it took a few nights of you being here for me to realize, but also,” he laughs, his hands finding mine. “You really think I’m gonna out the most beautiful girl on wanting to be around me–” he pauses, looking at me with his eyebrows raised before shaking his head with a quiet, “Absolutely not.”

I can’t get anything out before he quickly adds, “I honestly had just forgotten about it when I hired Mel, so when you asked, I just assumed it was about to screw me more.”

“Wait— so, you just.. let me interrupt your schedule for like two weeks to vaguely help train Mel?” I ask quietly.

He nodded quickly at that, “Gladly.”

“But.. that’s so..” I hesitate.

“I think it paid off,” He lightly tips my chin up to meet his gaze, “Don’t you?” Leaning in and leaving a small kiss on my lips.

I can’t stop the giggle that sneaks out when I whisper, “Think you’re so smooth, huh?”

“Is it working?”

“I mean, you got me,” I laugh. “So, I guess I’m gonna have to say yes.”

Taking every chance I have to kiss him, like I’ve been deprived for so long. A bit dramatic of me, but how am I supposed not to kiss him at this point?

He shyly asks, “Do you still need to leave?”

“I can leave in the morning,” I tell him. “They can survive a couple of hours tomorrow without me.”

“So.. you’ll stay with me?” He asks, biting his lip subtly.

I giggle at how cute he is before whispering, “Yes, baby.”

“Thank the lord,” he lets out, pulling me into him.

My arms slid around his neck as snowflakes decorated us slowly. Pressing kiss after kiss onto his face and lips, dimly lit by the street lamp nearby. Fighting the urge to cry again, holding the back of his neck, I kissed his cupid's bow; the tears that had been threatening to fall made their escape. Pulling away, I start to lean back so I can compose myself again. Seeing the tip of his nose is red, and I can’t shake the chill in the air. Stopping this moment feels wrong, but I cave.

“Can we go inside? It’s freezing,” I asked, scooting a little closer to him. I traced my finger down his nose, tapping its tip a few times.

“In a minute—”

With no hesitation, his arm wraps around my waist, pressing me up against him. His free hand quickly wipes the tears away from my cheeks. I watch his eyes dance between my eyes and my mouth like he always does. His hands found my jaw, and just like our first kiss, he lingered a breath away before he whispered, “One more.”

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The moment his bedroom door shuts, I can’t stop myself. My hands pulled his face to mine, and his lips pressed into mine like we hadn’t seen each other in months. Our breathing is already heavy, and we’ve hardly made it past the threshold.

“I know I told you, but” he pauses to kiss me. “I’m so sorry for everything, and I promise—never again.” He litters my face with little pecks.

I slide my hands into his, pulling him towards his bed until I feel the frame hit the back of my knees. Tilting my head slightly as I lean into him, kissing him again.

“No, I’m sorry,” I tell him quietly. “I shouldn’t have lied to you— about any of it.” He leans forward, pressing his lips against my forehead a few times.

Sitting back on his bed, I grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him to me. Both of us smiled into each other; I couldn't stop myself from holding his jaw.

“Move back for me, honey.”

I never want him to call me anything else. I move myself up his bed, laying back on his pillow. He follows suit, watching his necklace swing as he crawls over me, making my mouth water.

The feeling of his body pressed to mine when I slid my arms around his neck, pulling him against me in a hug. Nothing could have stopped me from kissing the side of his neck a few times.

“This feels fake,” I tell him quietly, letting out a small giggle.

He kisses the side of my head before pulling back to look at me, “It does feel different.” Tucking the hair behind my ear as he just stared at me, the slight smile on his lips.

His eyes gazed down for a second before meeting mine again when he leaned in, his lips finding my bottom one. Every kiss felt more desperate until my hands found their way into his hair. I could see his chest moving from how heavy his breath was.

His hips shift against me, and it sends a little wave of pleasure through me, letting out a small ‘mmm’ into his mouth, and I can feel the smirk on his face.

He rolls his hips into me again, pulling another quiet moan out of me. I grab his bottom lip gently with my teeth, giggling as I let it go. His eyes are still closed, but that lethal smile of his beams at me.

“Hi, baby,” I whisper. I felt butterflies when he finally opened his eyes to look at me.

“Mmm.. honey,” he mumbled back. His hand slid down to the waistband of my leggings, hooking his finger into it. “May I?”

I lean up, kissing him slowly before telling him, “Please.” His hands waste no time, sliding my leggings off and tossing them on the floor. He lightly drags his fingers up the inside of my thighs, letting his right hand timidly run over the damp fabric.

“Oh?” He says quietly, popping an eyebrow up at me.

It’s hard not to blush when he’s hovered over me, looking the way he does. Sliding the fabric over, he rests his hand on me for a minute as he kisses my cheek.

I feel his finger as he teases me, only for a second before letting it slip into me. Even just his middle finger alone makes me fall apart. Slowly pumping it into me, making my body tingle with every time he grazes that one spot.

“You’re so pretty.”

I let out another ‘mmm,’ watching his eyes light up at the sound. He starts moving his hand a little faster, and the way his palm is pushing against my clit is making my head spin.

Snaking my hands down, I unbutton the rest of his shirt. Good lord— he’s so fine.. wow I’m so fucking lucky. Moving to undo his pants, when he giggles softly.

“Is that what you want?” He whispers, and even hushed, his voice makes me melt.

I nod a few times, “Please, baby.” I pulled the zipper on his jeans as far as I could reach before just letting my hand run over him.

Watching him slide his shirt and jeans off, I swear I can feel my pupils dilate. I’ve never been so attracted to a man in my life. He leans back over me, in just his tight boxers, feeling my thighs tense at the sight.

I just want to touch him constantly, letting my hands run over his shoulders before moving to his chest. His skin is always so warm and soft, and it takes all my willpower not to kiss every inch of him.

I’m still not used to the way his hair will brush against me when we’re in positions like this. But— he is so sexy when he pushes it out of his face, flipping it to one side. Or pulling it back before he goes down on me like he did the night we were drunk. I hope he knows how gorgeous he really is.

The way his eyes light up when he slides my sweater off will never get old. He’s always so gentle with everything, even when he slides my bralette over my head. His hands so softly grab at my tits, grazing his thumbs over my nipples. It’s honestly really adorable how much he likes that they’re pierced.

Littering kisses over my collarbones and then slowly working his way down until he hovers over one of my nipples, letting his tongue lead the kiss. Watching his plump lips wrap around it, a man surely doesn’t need lips like his, but lord, am I glad I’m the one he’s putting them on. It never seems like it could get better, and then he moves to the other side, and I get to relive it.

He sits up after a minute and reaches over to his nightstand, pulls out a condom, and quickly sets it next to me. Leaning back down, he starts peppering my neck and collarbones with little pecks, running his hand up my side.

“Babe, you know you don’t have to—” I whisper, glancing over at it.

He holds my chin, giving me a slow kiss and giggling to himself as he pulls away, finally saying, “Hun, as much as I’d love not to— I’m not taking any more risks right now.” I can’t stop the laugh that sneaks out of me.

“Plus, this is easier to clean up since Josh is down the hall,” he mumbles quickly, that sweet little smirk of his coming back. Letting my fingers lightly drag down his sides and over his hip bones as I look up at him.

He slides his boxers off, kneeling between my legs. He starts to stroke himself as he looks at me. My jaw falls open at the sight.

“What?” He asks through a laugh. You’re so fucking hot. Not only am I able to see his chest and stomach in front of me, but the way his arm is flexing as it moves and how his hair falls around his face when he looks down.

My brain stalls trying to answer because seeing how his hand is wrapped around his cock has me thoroughly captivated. He grabs the condom, ripping the foil, and quickly rolling it down the length of him; I’ve never seen a man make that sexy, but there’s a first for everything.

He leans back down, lining himself up with me and slowly pushing in. We both let our little moans at the feeling. He bottoms out in me and just sits there for a second, looking at me with his hands cradling my head, when he whispers, “I missed you.”

“Oh,” slips out. I pull him in, kissing his face as he starts to move his hips. Gently rocking them into me, fully engulfed in the moment, we take turns pressing kisses into each other. This kind of sex feels different.

Being able to kiss him and run my hands all over him, just enjoying the feeling of being so close. Holding eye contact while he pushes himself into me slowly, like he’s savoring every second of it. My heart pounds as we look at each other.

He starts to move a bit quicker, and I’m fighting every urge to moan, knowing we aren’t home alone. But nothing could stop me from letting out a quiet, “Harder, babe.”

Watching his lips curl up, he leans forward, kissing my forehead before sitting up on his knees. His hands wrap around my hips, pulling me closer to him. Thrusting hard into me, he slides one hand over, lightly toying with my clit. His mouth hung open slightly, necklace bouncing off his chest, that small trail of hair on his stomach, his hands touching me; the sight of him alone brings me closer.

A moan sneaks out; my eyes go wide at him.

“Does that feel good, honey?” He says, his voice lowered; his voice alone makes me wet.

I nod, pulling my lip in with my teeth. I tap his hip a few times so he’ll stop. He looks at me with his eyebrow raised.

“Lay down, babe,” I tell him. He moves back as we trade spots, except he leans against his headboard. His hands guiding me onto his lap, feeling so full as I sit on his cock. Taking a second to adjust to the position, I lean into him, letting my lips hover over his ear when I whisper, “You fit so perfectly inside me.” His delicious little groan as the goosebumps flood his skin.

I start grinding against him, feeling my own orgasm creeping closer, letting quiet whimpers out next to his ear, kissing down his neck. Anything to shower him in affection because he deserves it.

“Char,” he mumbles. “If you keep doing that, I’m not gonna last long.”

Resting my forehead against the side of his head, I whisper, “Touch me.” His hand snakes down, rubbing my clit quickly, pulling some quiet moans out of me. I sit up, and my hips start to lift off of him, bouncing slightly. The angle of being on top makes him hit every right spot as I move. My body is starting to feel warm as his hand keeps rubbing tight little circles.

“Jake,” I breathe out, my hand grabbing the headboard behind him. “Oh my god. Baby, I'm gonna—.”

His eyes light up, and I can feel how wet I am as I come down on him, over and over. He finally whispers, “Fuck me, honey.”

I’m seconds from losing it, and my body is tingling; I can feel the knot in my stomach, and even my nipples are peaked when he sends me over the edge, quietly moaning out, “Oh, my sweet girl. Wanna feel you come for me.”

It hits me as I come down on him, my legs refusing to lift me back up as my head drops back in pleasure. His hand slowed and joined the other, holding my sides to support me.

I lean into him, tucking my face into his neck, feeling our chests rise and fall together. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close.

“Hold on tight,” he mumbles, so I slide my arms around his neck quickly. Sitting up, he holds me against him with one arm, flipping us over. Making sure not to knock my head against the headboard, he sets me down carefully.

He leans into my ear, giggling, “This is gonna last like two seconds.” His hips start thrusting into me; he locks his arms behind my knees to hold them up. Driving himself into me quickly, his eyebrows pulled together as his mouth started to open slightly.

“Mmm, Jake,” I moan quietly, knowing it’ll only help him. “God, you feel so good.” Watching his face get a little red at the praise, his hips move a little faster, he's gotta be so close. I pull his face down to mine, hovering my lips over his, whispering, “Come on, baby. I’m all yours.”

I can see him suck in a breath before he lowers himself, tucking his face in close to mine as his hips start to struggle. His little jagged breaths next to me when he lets out a small “fuck.” His sweet face presses into mine, letting his lips rest on my cheek, lazily leaving little kisses on me while I’m just running my hands along his back, letting him have his moment to recover as he does for me.

“Char,” he whispers after we have been lying there for a minute.

I turned my face towards him, “What?”

“I’m so.. happy,” he says. “I can’t believe I get to call you mine, finally.”

I run my hand down the back of his head, “I’m happy too.” Holding him close for a second, it feels like I could cry just lying here with him. I can’t fight the giggle that comes out when I tell him, “Let’s go take care of ..that.. we have a night of cuddling to make up for, Sir.” Giving him a little double pat on his ass that makes him laugh.

“You’re right,” he giggles, moving off of me. I slide out of bed, standing up, and before I can grab anything to pull on, his hands grab my hips.

“What are you-“ I start to ask until I feel his lips against my ass. He sucks in gently, almost nibbling on my skin for a second before pressing another small little peck against it.

“Told you I didn’t need to try that hard,” he says, shooting a wink at me as I look down at him.

My jaw just falls open for a second, glancing down at the small bruise that’s forming. Something about him doing that lit a small fire in me.

“Um,” I let out.

He just smiled at me as he stood up, “What?”

“Since when have you liked doing that?”

“You like that, huh?” His hands slid around me, giving me chills. “Why don’t you stay here? I’ll bring something back to clean you up.” He mumbles, kissing the side of my head.

“Well, hurry up,” I giggle. “We have new things to discuss when you get back.” My eyebrows pull together for a second as I tell him.

I tap his phone to see the time when I’m caught off guard by his Lock Screen. When did he..? There sat a photo of me from our day in Salem, and I felt my eyes start to tear up over him again. He is absolutely everything.

He’s only gone for a couple of minutes, wandering back into his room, only wearing his little boxer briefs. I’m never going to complain about that. It makes me happy that he’s already comfortable enough with me to do it.

I sit up to take the towel from him, but he just holds it away from me, shaking his head.

“Absolutely not,” He tells me, fighting a small laugh when he says it. “I can take care of you. You’re my girlfriend now; let me have this.” He kneels on the floor, pulling me to the edge of the bed.

“So.. when you did it before was because..?”

His face starts turning red at the question, his little smirk as he clears his throat, trying to avoid it. Just quietly making sure everything is clean; he really is so cute sometimes.

“Oh, you have to tell me now. You can’t get all shy on me,” I tease him.

He looks up at me with those dumb brown eyes, “Definitely wasn’t because you were already mine.. in my head.”

“Ooohhh,” I coo, gently holding the sides of his face and placing a little kiss on the tip of his nose. Giving him a slow wink when I tell him, “Your secret is safe with me.”

I can’t describe the feeling I get when I watch him. Even with things as simple as him picking up a few pieces of clothes from his floor, I just want to stare at him as he does mundane tasks. Maybe it’s because of the slight chance he’ll glance over and shoot me one of those lethal smiles. Sometimes, he just looks at me, and my heart cartwheels. I’ve never felt like this about anybody I’ve dated.

My heart pounds as I sit here, watching him grab a sweatshirt for me from his closet. He turns around to hand it to me with that soft smile on his lips, a loose strand of hair falling into his face. I can’t help but admire his chest and stomach as he stands in front of me. But nothing prepared me for the look in his eyes when I reached out to take it from him.

I love you.

I feel the heat rush into my face at the thought. Is that crazy? I take the sweatshirt from him, but I don’t break eye contact until I pull it over my head, flipping my hair out from it. He’s still staring at me, which makes my whole body heat up.

I can’t help but laugh out, “What?”

“You,” he says.

My eyebrows raise, “What about me?”

He slides into bed, facing me, and grabs my hands. His eyes looked all over before saying, “I don’t want to say too much.”

I squeeze his hands a couple of times, telling him, “You’re never too much for me.” The look in his eyes changed when I said it. Almost like they softened a bit, and the corners of his lips turned up, we sat there quietly for a moment.

“Are you okay?” I cave, asking him as he looks down at our hands. His thumbs run over the backs of my hands.

He nods, his eyes moving back up to meet mine, the smile is still there. “I’m more than okay.”

“What is it then?” I move closer to him. He seems comforted whenever we’re touching.

He takes a deep breath, “I just want to make sure it’s clear that I still mean it when I say ‘whatever you’re comfortable with,” pausing for a second, “I never want to make you feel uncomfortable or pressured into anything.”

“I will tell you if anything is too much,” I tell him, “but I promise that I don’t think you could scare me away, babes.”

His sweet little smile at the pet name, “Is that a challenge?”

Both of us giggled at him, trying not to be loud since it was late. Sitting here with him, just talking and laughing, feels so natural with him.

“This is nice,” I tell him quietly.

He just looks at me, wishing I could hear what he was thinking. His arm slides around my waist, pulling me into him as he falls into the pillows. Trying not to laugh too loudly as he peppers my face with kisses, holding me hostage in his arms. Everything with him feels like a dream.

We finally settled into bed, and I’m curled up against him. Laying there in the quiet, it hit me that he was already outside when I got here. He wasn’t smoking.. I can’t stop myself from finally asking, “Why were you outside?”

“What do you mean?”

I prop myself up on my elbow to look at him, “When I got here, you were already out there?”

“Oh,” He looks over at me with a soft smile, gently reaching out and pulling me in close. His lips landed on mine gently, letting a little exhale out mid-kiss like it was what he really needed at the moment. Pulling back to look at me, his hand still holding my jaw, letting his thumb run along my cheek. The look in his eyes had me falling in love with him all over again— and then he whispered, “I was waiting for you to come home.”

My eyes well up as I look at him. Oh, I really do love you. I softly wipe my thumb across his lip, leaning in close to him.

“I’ll always come home to you, Jacob,” I whisper. Watching his eyes light up, and just before he kissed me, he quietly let out the two words that changed everything.

“Oh, honey.”

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Author's Note Part 2 :

😭🖤 my heart is so full. I'm so happy that you finally got to see them fall in love. I can't wait for you to see what else is in store for The Caravel Tavern Series. But please know, I'll keep writing Jake & Char as long as you want to read about them. 🖤

Love you guys so much xoxo

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Chapter Twenty-Four

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Well guys—

One of my close friends who has also been reading along and listening to me talk about Jake & Char for months, has been sent the ending of tomorrows chapter to confirm whether or not it was good enough to post.

I’m so excited for everyone to have it but, it’s bittersweet that it’s almost over. 🥹🖤

#gvf #for death or glory #jake x charlotte #the caravel tavern series

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Reblogging for those who need to catch up before Thursday or missed the OG post! 🥰

For Death Or Glory : Chapter Twenty-Four

Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: Wholesome Vibes, Fluff, Happy Tears, Mild Anxious Themes, LINDA AND ELEANOR ARE BACK (our queens), Tension, Mentions of Snow, Parental advice, some pirate/ocean references, and a LOT of hugs. (I think the hugs will really be beneficial for all of us)

Word Count: 5.5k

Summary: It's the bar's anniversary night and there's a slight chill in the air.

Author's Note: Did I cry over this chapter? Possibly ❤️. But for very different reason than last weeks. I really am in disbelief that next week is.. it. Let's all just savor this chapter together and celebrate with our sweet little pirate man 🥂 (I'm ready to scream about it with you guys 🥹)

Caravel - Greta Van Fleet "Sail to the end of the world, For death or glory."

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The Anniversary Party - 7:15 p.m.

Pull it together, I think to myself, wiping the tears that were trying to make their escape. I decided that spending the drive in my thoughts sounded better than trying to drown them out with music, which is how I spent most of my day fighting the urge to cry and losing.

If I thought the idea of just having to tell him that I had to go back home was terrible, watching him cry is probably in the top three worst moments of my life. Seeing the way his eyes looked when I told him that his comment was wrong, I could feel that he regretted it. I can’t even be mad at him when I know he didn’t mean it. Listening to him sob and cry to me that he was sorry broke my heart; I just couldn’t bring myself to say anything at the moment.

Once I got home, even though I was emotionally exhausted, I couldn’t sleep. I could just hear him in my head on a loop, practically begging me to stay. I can’t believe I left. I knew I wouldn’t say anything about my work situation if I stayed, so I didn’t. And now, I regret it. I should have stayed and told him everything.

I spent a lot of the night just wishing I hadn’t given him attitude because it wasn’t fair to him. I had been working most of the day and finally had someone call me back that I’d been waiting on, but they were upset with the message I had for them. So, I was on the receiving end of one of the angry bar owners, unlike Jacob, when I walked into the bar, and I still didn’t know what made me take that out on him.

I would take it back in a second if I could.

Now I’m sitting in my car, parked in my usual spot down the street from the bar, debating heavily on what I should do. I never actually packed anything because I would start crying every time I tried. It’s not even been a full day since we saw each other, and I’m terrified to walk in there.

I don’t want to have that conversation tonight; I can’t ruin the anniversary party more than I possibly already have. Maybe depending on how he acts, I’ll mention something after Thanksgiving. Then it came back to me; I told him I would text him all day tomorrow… oh god– what have I done?

I look up at the sky; the moon is faint in the distance, but she’s there.

“Cass, I did this for you,” I whisper. “I wish you could tell me if it was going to work out or if I royally messed up.” Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I shut off my car. When I step out, a breeze washes over me, the type of cold where you know snow is coming. Making sure I have all his paperwork and my bag, I start my walk over to the bar.

I really could just go home.

I know the address.. I could just mail this.

I don’t think I can do it.

I don’t know what possessed me to look back up, but I did, and the cloud that had been blocking the moon moved. The light from it felt different this time, and a smirk laced my lips as I looked at it.

I’m taking that as my sign, Cass. I hear you.

As I get closer, I see the number of cars parked along the street and vaguely see through the bar windows. There’s a lot of people here for it being a Wednesday. Good job, Jacob.

7:36 p.m.

The door chime goes off, but enough people are talking, and the music is still loud, so there’s no chance anybody heard it. I scan the bar, looking for him, just hand him the paperwork and then leave. You can try to talk to him over the weekend and maybe work something out or at least make sure he doesn’t hate you. I try to pep talk myself.

Not seeing him anywhere, I start to wander around, kind of hoping not to run into anybody, which is a bold choice right now. I bump into someone while trying to find him, and she turns around quickly.

“Oh! I’m sorry, honey, didn’t see you there!” Her voice is loud but sweet. “You look lost– what do you need?” She gently holds my arm as she asks.

“Uh- I need to find Jake. I don’t see him, though,” I tell her. Why do I feel like I should know who she is?

Her eyes widen at the sound of his name, but her expression softens when she tells me, “He’s in there somewhere! I thought I saw him run outback a minute ago.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you. I’ll just hang out for a few then,” I shoot her a small smile.

She smiles back at me; her smile feels familiar. She quietly says, “If I run into him, I can let him know you’re here. What’s your name?”

I hesitate for a second, “Oh, um, Charlotte.”

“Pretty,” she lets out. “I’ll try to grab him for ya.”

Not even a minute passes, and I see him come down the hallway, but he definitely can’t see me. He looks so good, too. I linger behind people to avoid making eye contact as my heart rate starts to pick up. You can do it. I watch him from a distance; he’s behind the bar, handing someone a drink. That smile, but his eyes look tired. The way he moves captivates me; it feels like I’m seeing him for the first time all over again.

He’s just pouring a beer for someone, but even something so mundane makes the butterflies erupt in my stomach. When he slides it over to the customer, his shirt falls open more and shows off his chest, and his necklace dangles, making my body warm because I’ve felt that necklace graze my skin before. Good god, why does he just look like this?

All I can see in my mind is how gorgeous he is, especially when we were holed up together. He would put together his cute little outfits when we did things. The way he would walk around in his short and tight little boxers, leaving no room for imagination, was fine with me.

His smile was still my favorite, whether it was just the little grin as he held back some pirate phrase, knowing I’d laugh at how dumb he was. Or when he fully smiles.. that boy is so beautiful. I could probably write a dissertation on how much I love that smile. I love a lot of things about him. His smile, the way he’s always touching me somehow, that silly English accent..maybe I-

Suddenly, I hear a clinking sound that multiplied rapidly, pulling me from my thoughts. Glancing around, I see everyone sitting in the booth they always choose when they’re all together. They all are holding their glasses up, tapping whatever they can against them to get everyone’s attention.

Josh holds his glass up behind the bar, pulling Jake into his side. Jake’s face is completely red as he looks down, with a slight smile on his face.

“I feel like everyone here should already know, but my brother is the owner of this fine establishment,” Josh starts, “And I just want to say how proud I am of him for taking the chance and managing to stay open for the past year,” He leans over, kissing the side of Jake’s head, and I see him mumble something to him while everyone claps for him.

“Now, I know you really want to hear from the man of the hour, so,” Josh lets out, and I watch Jake shake his head a few times, but everyone gets real quiet. We all collectively just stared at him, waiting to see what he would say, and all I could think was, ‘I’ll even hold your hand if you get nervous,’ when he actually starts to speak.

“Um, I wasn’t really prepared to say anything, but,” he starts. “I never thought this would actually happen, um.. especially to me.” I watch as he fidgets with the ring he has on. You can do this, Jake.

“I don’t know that I could have done it without my family basically throwing me overboard into the idea. It was a for death or glory moment for me, and—“ he pauses, looking up at everyone just admiring him. “I’m truly just so happy to be here now.”

His eyes scan the room, and my heart drops when he meets my stare; blinking slowly, it feels like time has stopped, and all I can do is smile at him. I watch a slight smirk grow on his face when he says, “I couldn’t have done it without you. I’m endlessly grateful for everyone keeping me afloat. It’s only been a year, so—“ he grabs the glass next to him, holding it up, “Too many more.”

The way everyone cheered and started clinking glasses had my eyes welled up. His brothers, Danny included, pulled him into hugs, which only naturally meant the girls and Quinn were next. I just watch him as he beams at everyone who walks up to him and gets all the praise he deserves. But his eyes kept wandering back to me.

I’m so proud of you, baby.

8:03 p.m.

Those green eyes– are all I can think about as I stand there.

My heart about stopped when I saw her. I never would have expected her to show up after last night. But the second we locked eyes again, I felt less nervous. Maybe it was just the simple fact she showed up or the way I could see her trying to hide a tear as she smiled back at me.

Finishing my weird toast while looking at her was the closest I was going to get to her holding my hand tonight, and that’s okay. Immediately, Josh pulled me into a hug after rocking me back and forth.

“She’s here,” he whispers into my ear, almost like he’s trying to protect me.

I turn my face to whisper back, “I know.”

He leans back from the hug, looking at me, “You can do this,” he says, squeezing my shoulders a few times. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” is all I can manage to say back to him.

Once I walk out from behind the bar, I’m practically mauled by the rest of them. I don’t think I’ve hugged so many people back-to-back like that before. Listening to a slew of ‘Proud of you! and ‘Happy anniversary! as they take their turn pulling me into them.

Getting to Quinn, who quietly asks, “Are you going to talk to her?”

“I mean,” I whisper back, “I’ll see what she says first.. I’m not going to push too hard today.”

They nod, leaning back from the hug, “You’ll get her, I promise.” Offering me a smile, which I quickly return.

“Love you,” I whisper, pulling them back into the hug for a second.

They just mumble back, “Love you too.” Giving me an extra tight squeeze before letting go.

I started to walk towards her, but my dad stepped in front of me first. He holds out his arms, inviting me for a hug, like everyone else has so far.

“Proud of you, kid,” he mumbles next to my ear.

I rest my head against him for a second before moving back, looking at him, and quietly letting out, “Thank you.”

“I think someone is waiting to talk to you,” his voice is low, nodding towards Charlotte. His hand grabs my shoulder, squeezing a few times, and then quietly says, “Go get her.”

When I go to walk over to her, I finally see her, and even though I’ve seen her in all forms the last couple of weeks, she always leaves me breathless. I could stare at her for the rest of my life and still not understand how she can be so effortlessly beautiful.

“Hey, you,” I say as I get closer to her. “I didn’t know if you’d still be here tonight.”

“Well, I do have these for you,” Her voice is soft. She holds out a folder filled with paperwork. “Everything is good to go, and Melody is certified.”

“Thank you,” I say quietly.

She meets my stare and quietly lets out, “Of course.” A soft smile laces her lips as we look at each other, which only makes the corners of mine twitch. I stepped a little closer to her, but she didn’t back up.

“Um, I know it’s already kinda late,” I start, knowing I sound nervous but still asking, “Are you staying for a bit, or do you need to go?”

She uncomfortably says, “I should probably head out.. I have a lot of driving ahead of me.”

“No, that makes sense,” I say, looking around for somewhere to set the folder down. “I’ll um..” Turning around, I see my dad, waving him over subtly.

I tell him quietly, “Hey, I’m gonna walk her to her car. Can you hold this?” He just nods at me, glancing over to Char.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” she rambles out, her hand landing on my arm, and my heart drops at the contact. Instinctually, I cover her hand with mine when I turn back to her.

“I’ve walked you to your car for three weeks; you really think I’m gonna stop now?” I tell her, which makes her laugh.

“You know what,” she giggles quietly. “You’re right.” I set my drink on a random table, knowing it’ll be lost in the sea of glasses now, but who cares?

Pushing open the door and gesturing for her to go out first, “After you.”

The walk to her car is quiet, neither of us really knowing what to say until she finally breaks it, “She looks nice tonight.”

Looking over at her as she looks at the moon, making me smile despite the heartache, “She does.”

“Your little toast was nice, by the way,” she says quietly, glancing over at me.

Looking down at the sidewalk for a second, “I wasn’t ready for that, and as you can imagine, I'm not much of a public speaker.” She laughs at me; my heart starts to race.

“Well,” she starts, as we make it to her car, “I thought you did a great job.”

I slowly blink at her, “Thank you.”

We stare at each other silently for a moment. I would give anything to just pretend that nothing happened and that everything is still how it was yesterday morning.

“I won’t keep you, it’s freezing.” I lean forward, pulling her door open for her like I always do. She looks at me for a second and then steps closer, wrapping her arms around me. I’ve never let go of her car door faster as I pull her in tight; please don’t let this be the last time. My hand runs down the back of her head, just cherishing the hug while it lasts. Breathing her in slowly, trying to engrave the scent of her perfume into my brain. Turning my face and letting my lips rest against the side of her head, unable to resist the urge just to press one small kiss into her hair. One more.

Once she starts to let go, I loosen my grip, letting her decide when she’s done. My hands run down the back of her arms as she pulls back until her hands land in mine. We just stare at each other for a second when she squeezes so slightly, and I return the gesture before letting go. I open her door again, and she sits in her driver's seat, looking back up at me.

“Drive safe, Red.”

She stares at me for a second and then quietly lets out, ”Will do, Captain.”

I swallow hard at the pet name she chose, but I can’t stop the smile from creeping in. Shutting her door gently, I can’t decide if that made me feel better or worse.

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8:40p.m

My mom met me at the door, “So, that was her, right?”

“Mhm,” I quickly respond, not sure of how far she’s going with this. I don’t know how much I can even talk about right now.

“She’s beautiful,” she tells me, a little inquisitive inflection laced in it.

I nod quietly, “She’s incredible.”

“You really love her, don’t you?”

“I feel insane, but I swear I’d do anything to keep her.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” she says, grabbing my shoulders. “She’ll come back. I saw how she looked at you.” She runs her hand down the back of my head before tucking my hair behind my ear as she looks at me. “Her eyes lit up the moment she saw you. There was no denying it.”

I glance over to the door and then back down, “I just hope you’re right.”

“Hey,” she practically scolds me, “If she loves you, she’ll come home, alright?” She gently taps my chest a few times. “And if I know anything about you, there’s no reason she wouldn’t come back to you.” Her hand held the side of my face. She brushed her thumbs over my cheekbones a few times, forcing me to look at her. She just quietly coos, “Oh, my sweet little boy.”

My throat hurts as I choke back the emotions threatening to come up. I’m gonna cry if she keeps talking. My arms instinctually pull her in for a hug, tucking my face into her shoulder and letting out a deep breath. She rubs my back for a second before I finally mumble out, “I love you, mum.”

“I love you too,” she tells me, pulling back from the hug enough to look at me. “Now, go enjoy your night, babe. You earned it.”

I just smile at her for a second and then mumble, “Thank you.”

She pulls my face in, kissing my cheek a few times, and then looks at me with watery eyes, whispering, “I’m so proud of you.”

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Once I went back to talking to everyone, I started to relax a bit. Taking my mind off the inevitable questions that would come up tomorrow. It was nice to have time just to see all the regulars who had been coming in since we opened.

I find myself sitting with two of my favorite people for a while, Linda and Eleanor. Listening to them tell me about what their Thanksgiving plans are– which is honestly very sweet.

“Well, we are both single old broads, so I told Miss Ellie just to come join me, and we could watch the parade together and make some food,” Linda tells me. “Figured it’s better than us sitting at home alone!”

Eleanor giggled before letting out a quiet, “Absolutely is.”

“I’m glad you two will be spending the day together,” I tell them. “Are you seeing family at all?”

They go on to tell me about how they either just spend Christmas with their families or sometimes people will come to them, but it just depends on the year and how they’re feeling.

“What are you boys doing for the holiday?” Eleanor asks.

I sighed, “Well, my parents are up, obviously. So, we’ll all pile into their Airbnb tomorrow morning, and my mom will spend the whole day making food and forcing us to eat until we’re about to throw up.” Laughing a little at the thought because it’s the truth.

“I’m sure it’s a wonderful time,” Eleanor says. “Your family seems fun to be around.”

I glance around after she makes the comment. Seeing my brothers laughing together in their typical booth. Sam’s arm draped around Willa, keeping her close like he’s worried she’ll try to escape. I love that he’s found someone like her, even if it is weird to see him so protective over someone.

Moving my eyes over to Danny, shaking his head at whatever nonsense Sam must have spewed. Mel tucked into him like she always has, but fully engulfed in conversation with Quinn. Oh, Quinn.

The wonderful person who has my best friend and twin brother wrapped around their finger. I knew that when Josh found someone, they would fit him perfectly because he is such a special person, and there was no way that he could just find an ordinary human to be his partner. After spending as much time as I have with Quinn, I couldn’t imagine someone better.

The way that Mel and Josh take turns lingering near the table so they can all hang out throughout the night because not only are they all best friends, but we’re all practically family at this point.

I look back to Eleanor with a soft smile, “They really are.”

I spent a little longer hanging out with them before deciding to take over the bar for a while. Both of them hugged and congratulated me on the anniversary before I walked off to relieve the other two.

Sometimes, it was nice to be behind the bar alone, just talking with whoever was sitting up there and making drinks. It made the time pass quickly, and I didn’t have time to think about much else, especially on nights like tonight when the bar was full. The only thing missing was her.

Having her sit at the end of the bar for the last few weeks for hours, just giving me shit about my job or making little comments that would drive me mad until I could finally close the bar and whisk her away to my bedroom. Spending our nights teasing each other while I served people and trained Melody, I always felt like it was torture because I just wanted to clock out so badly. Now, it feels odd that she isn’t here.

How she looked at me while we stood there, her lightly squeezing my hands like I’ve done to her so many times in the last couple of weeks. Just to let her know I was there. I feel like it should make me feel more confident about her, but I’m afraid to get my hopes too high, even if it’s probably too late for that.

When Josh and Mel make their way back to the bar, I let Josh know that I’m going to step out for a minute. I quietly slide into my office, grabbing my lighter and cigarettes from my desk drawer and hiding them in my pocket before wandering out the back door.

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10:00 p.m.

It smells like snow. The air is a different type of cold; you can smell winter around the corner. I lit my cigarette, took that first drag, and pulled my phone out.

She should be home by now, looking at the time and then hesitating to say something to her. I stare out at the docks, watching the boats gently rock. Remembering the moment that she leaned in first, how relieved I was that it wasn’t just me wanting that. Her smile when I went back in for another kiss as if she thought I wouldn’t want that. My heart aches at the thought. I should just .. send her something.

We spent almost a month in this weird situation, and it feels wrong to go radio silent. Maybe Mom is right.

I start typing away, deleting the message, and starting over probably twenty times, not knowing what to say but just wanting to say anything to keep her in my life potentially. Even if she’s not mine.

I finally hit send when it doesn’t feel too insane, but my body flinches when I feel someone’s hand on my shoulder.

“I had a feeling I’d find you out here,” my dad quietly tells me. “You okay?”

I nod, “Mhm, I just needed a break from the noise.”

“Between your mother and both of your brothers, can’t say I blame you,” he laughs. “I know that isn’t the entire reason, and you don’t have to say it.”

I let out a deep sigh before inhaling more smoke into my lungs to try and stop the sad from coming back.

“I just texted her. Hoping that she at least will keep talking to me if anything.” I tell him, feeling a bit pathetic.

He stares at me for a second, “She really got you good, huh?”

“She’s perfect, dad. How was I supposed to not fall for her?” I almost laugh at it, taking one last drag from the cigarette that is threatening to burn me at this point. Squishing the lit end into the railing before turning to walk back to the bar. “Did I make a bad choice doing that or..?”

“Your mom is much better in these situations, but,” he starts as we slowly walk back. “I think you saw a beautiful girl and took your chance. I’m positive if I were in the same situation with your mom back then, I would have done the same thing.”

“I knew I was fucked from the day I met her, y’know?” I say. “I couldn’t stop thinking about her after that.” I just watch the ground as we walk, getting closer to the bar.

His arm wraps around my shoulders, pulling me into his side as I’m about to pull open the back door for the bar.

“She’ll come back, bud,” he says. “I saw how she looked at you.. I know that look.” I lean my head against him for a second before he pulls my shoulders away from him and turns me towards him.

“Please make sure you wash your hands and drink something, and I won’t tell your mother that you still smoke. I’ll never hear the end of it.” We both laugh at the fact she would absolutely make it his problem.

“Will do,” I laugh out. “Um.. thank you.” I stare at him, fighting the emotions that want to come out, which, after the last twenty-four hours, is getting more difficult.

He breathes out a typical dad sigh, a slight smile on his face, before he wraps me up in another hug, “Of course. Just wanna see you happy, kid.”

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The bar is closing early tonight because of the holiday, and truthfully, I’m a bit relieved that I don’t have to sit here until two in the morning. Mostly, everyone had left, and there were just a few stragglers to take care of during the last hour of the night. Just trying to focus on the fact I’ll get to hang out with my family tomorrow and how nice it’ll be to just spend time with them. Even if I want nothing more than to bring her with me.

11:00 p.m.

Once everything is basically cleaned up, I sneak out front. Something about being outside helped clear my head, even if it was brief.

How she looked at me before she left makes my heart skip a beat when I think about it. Maybe she isn’t completely done here. It took all my strength not to kiss her again, but I didn’t want to overstep after last night.

If I can at least keep talking to her, maybe we can make things happen because there’s no chance she wasn’t at least kind of interested. Recounting all the times, she would just look at me from a distance, which I’m sure she didn’t think I would notice. But her stare is a hard one to ignore.

My mind drifts off to all the moments that I should have realized I was falling in love with her. I don’t know who I was kidding thinking I could survive just being friends with benefits.

Hearing her cry on the other end of the phone the day after I held her in my office, I never walked out of the bar so fast. She sounded so panicked that I would have gone to her if I had known where she was. But the moment I got her to laugh, my heart felt different.

Walking into my room and seeing her standing there defeated and drunk, fighting with the zipper on her pants, I know I laughed at her, but she was so cute. And then her in my sweatshirt with her bare legs staring back at me once I got the zipper apart for her. Leaving a kiss on my cheek before I left the room, my heart raced for so long after that.

The night after we kissed, walking her to her car, she was absolutely terrified that she wouldn’t seem into it. Then she looked at me, leaning against my chest, and let out a quiet, “Jacob.” I knew I needed to kiss her again at that moment. The way she grabbed at my shirt when I did tells me that she was craving it, too.

When she thought I was fully asleep on the couch, she slipped up and called me ‘baby.’ She just wanted to make sure I was comfortable, but if she only knew that having her curled up to me was enough. Feeling her tuck herself back into me, playing with my necklace as I drifted back to sleep, I could have stayed there forever.

The entire day we spent in Salem. The fact she wanted me to be present with her, calling me ‘babe’ in public, how she kept holding my hand all day. She was always so shy when I would pay for things, but I wanted nothing more than for her to have a good day and try to make up for the fact that her tradition was disrupted.

Nothing could have prepared me for the way she looked at me when we took pictures. Seeing it after, it’s written all over my face, even if I didn’t realize it in the moment.

I’ll never know what possessed me to sing to her in that bar, but the smile on her face was worth it. Swaying around with her, her little giggles as I spun her away from me but quickly pulled her back in. All that I could see in my head was me twirling her around in a white dress someday. And god, she looked beautiful.

The door creaks as it opens, bringing me back to earth.

“Enjoying the cold?” Josh asks, walking over.

I breathe out, “I guess.”

“Well, I’m going to head up,” He says, grabbing my shoulder. “It’s going to be a long day tomorrow.”

“Yeah— I don’t know how ready I am,” I let out before telling him, “You can leave it unlocked. I’ll be up in a few.”

He pulls me into a hug, “Love you, don’t stay out here too long; it’s already getting late.”

“Love you too.”

He looks back at me before slipping inside, with a slight grin on his face, and says, “Just let me know if she shows back up.”

I smile, giving him a slow nod, “Will do.”

Something about the air tonight and the pep talks from both of my parents convinced me to stay out here for a little bit longer before going upstairs. Doing the mental gymnastics to make sure I don’t get my hopes too high. I slide my phone from my pocket, seeing that it’s only 11:35 p.m. I go to open my texts and it’s still on hers.

Read at 11:02 p.m.

Maybe she just got to her parents and that’s why she didn’t reply yet.

I stare at my lock screen, a photo I snuck of her in Salem. She was so beautiful and happy. It’s mostly the back of her head as we were walking down the street, but she had glanced over as I took it so you can vaguely see her side profile. I don’t think she’s noticed that I did it, but if anything happens this weekend, I’ll change it. But for now, I’ll just keep her there.

The streets are dimly lit and quiet now that everyone has gone home; I watch as a few snowflakes start to fall. I suck in a deep breath, letting it slowly leave my body, trying to release some of the anxiety, but the only thing I can do is look up at the moon and think, please come home, Charlotte.

Sliding my phone back into my pocket, I stare down at my shoes for a moment, and then I hear footsteps. I let out a little breath before I looked over, biting the inside of my lip.

“Hi.”

“Hey, you.”

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

*This is an AU Series*

Warnings: Fluff, (eventual) Smut, Anxious Themes, Mentions of Death, Smoking, Drinking (a lot of the story will take place surrounding the bar) Teasing, Yearning, Eventual Smut, Romance, Silly Goofy Boys.

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

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

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

Allure : Part 1 ⁂ | Part 2 ☠️ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) Family Lake Day! Starts off with Charlotte longingly watching her sweet motherly boyfriend take care of everyone all day but ends with him making it up to her in the sweetest way.

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