#I ALWAYS FORGET THAT JOSH CAN SCREAM

[thewingedwolf]

me: a is always flirting with me that’s why i think she could date a woman.

all of my friends at once: wow she is just being friendly, you sound like such a guy right now

IS THIS WHY ALL GAY WOMEN NEVER KNOW WHEN THEYRE IN A RELATIONSHIP BECAUSE THEY THINK THAT WHEN I GO “hey a you look hot as hell in that dress” AND THEN SHE BATS HER EYELASHES AT ME AND TELLS ME MY ASS LOOKS NICE IN MY LEGGINGS THEY THINK THATS FRIENDLY. THEY THINK SHES NOT FLIRTING WITH ME. IT DOESNT MATTER IF SHES DOING IT BC SHES BORED OR JUST LIKES A FLIRT DO THEY THINK SHE ISNT *FLIRTING*

[nena-la-fresa]

can i ask u a Josh Washigton x reader request? I would love to read an scenario were its the reader's birthday🥹

Keep It Warm

18+ Account | Minors DNI | Do NOT Follow, Like, or Comment | Pls have your age in your bio, if you do not I will automatically block you because I’ll assume you are a minor.

Pairing: Josh Washington x f! Reader

Warning: Fluff | A tiny bit of Angst | Mental Institution Mentioned | Birthday |

Word Count: 685

A/n: Hopefully this is okay. I feel like I can’t make a Josh fic without some sort of angst. Sorry it's super short. I have a lot of class assignments due this week so my focus is on that rn. Off topic but I'm thinking about making a Mr.Robot fic. Im back in my Rami Malek era.

“You are receiving a call from Ocean View Hospital. Would you like to accept?” 

“Yes.”

The line was then connected. 

“Hey sweetheart. How are you?” You could hear his sly look through the phone. 

You leaned against the wall fiddling with the hem of your shirt. 

“I’m good. How about yourself?” You missed hearing his voice. 

“I’m good now.” 

“Oh are you really?” 

“Yeah. I’m just glad I get to hear you talk. It’s a good distraction from all this.” 

“I’m glad I can distract you for a bit.” 

You had been friends with Josh since you both were little. You had always known something was a bit different with him. But it wasn’t until you both started dating that you had fully known the extent of his condition. Josh would wake up during the night screaming, he’d have a hard time recognizing you at times.

“So my birthday’s coming up.”

“It is, isn't it.” 

“Do you think you’ll finally be out by then?”

“I’m not too sure babe. But if I’m doing better by then you'll be the first to know.” 

You felt slightly disappointed but you knew he was in there to get the help he needed. 

That was 3 weeks ago. 

You hadn’t heard from Josh since that last phone call. He hadn’t been returning your letters or phone calls. You had begun to assume the worst. What if he didn’t want to talk to you anymore? Or what if he regressed? What if his meds stopped working. Even when you asked Hannah and Beth they hadn’t been able to contact him either. 

All you could think about was the day you found him. You could still see it. He was passed out on the floor. He was unresponsive for a good minute before you had to throw cold water on him. He was sobbing, saying how he wasn’t good enough for you. Saying that he didn’t deserve you. But those sobs quickly turned to anger, not at you but to whatever was talking around him. He swatted trying to get the voices away from him. But what really did it for him was when he accidentally hit you. The guilt that he felt, he didn’t mean it. He wasn’t aiming for you. He couldn’t even see you with his delusions tormenting him. That was what really made him commit himself. 

Hannah knew how upset you were but she thought it would be a good idea to take you to the cabin for your birthday. You had always said it was your favorite place to go. 

You and Hannah were already making your way to the cable cart, “Didn’t you say Beth was going to meet us here?” 

Hanna turned slightly to you, “Yeah, she got cold and just texted me that she was going to go ahead to the cabin.”

You nodded. After the walking you could finally see the cabin in sight. It was just as beautiful as you remembered it. Hannah held the door open for you as you walked in first. You felt your body jolt from the yelling. 

“Surprise!” Little poppers and kazoos echoed through the room. 

“Aw you guys.” You felt your eyes tear up a bit. From the excitement but also from the disappointment. Out of all the faces there, the one you wanted the most wasn’t there. 

You let out a surprised scream feeling someone picking you up from behind. As soon as you were set back down you saw who it was. 

Until you felt someone pick you up from behind 

It was him. 

“What did you think I forgot?”

You felt the tears run down your face. You nodded slightly.

"Now why would I forget about you."

You hugged him tightly, feeling his arms wrap around you.

“When did they let you out?”

“About three days ago.”

“Why didn't you tell me”

“I wanted to surprise you. I'm sorry”

“No, I'm just so happy. I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I promise I won’t miss another one.”

He wiped your tears, “I missed you so much. I’m sorry. I’ll do better. I promise.” 

[moonlightisdancing]

Like A Virgin/ j.t.k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI practically smut w no plot, mentions arguing/drinking/parental issues, sneaking out, consumption of weed, pure awkwardness, some fluff, oral sex (m+f receiving), loss of virginity (m+f), penetrative unprotected sex

as always please lmk if anything’s missed

inspired by my dear nick & this song

a/n: sorry if this is kinda cheesy/short/whatever… just needed to write a virgin jake fic

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“Yeah, maybe we can hang out this summer!”

Those were the last words you’d hear from Jake Kiszka after graduation as he scribbled his phone number and a smiley face next to his picture in your yearbook. He must have known you had a small crush on him that may or may not have developed during senior year calculus after some group work.

His number was saved to your contacts that day but it wasn’t until August came around before you ever texted him, but he wasn’t your first thought. You knew he lived relatively close to you, one block to the left and over the train tracks, all the way at the end of the street. Meanwhile, you only lived a block away from your best and really only friend, Kiera, so she’s who you’d spend most your time with.

Today has been the longest day of your life. A screaming match with your mom over the gap year you decided on last minute, your dad drinking again, an entire summer of pent up anger bouncing around the walls of your home had finally bursted at the seams. You spent all night crying, your mind traveling to the darkest of places. It just felt like you needed a hug, for someone to hold you and tell you it would all be okay.

“Hello?”

It took five rings before Kiera answered her phone. In her defense it was roughly two in the morning and you should have been asleep, too.

“Kiera? I-I could really use your company if you can.” The sobbing hadn’t stopped, the words barely coming out.

“Y/n… My parents won’t let me out this late, you know that.”

“Even if I walk there? I-Kiera, I just need a hug or a blunt, something. And I don’t know anyone else.”

“Well, you know Jake, and his mom’s much nicer than mine.” She sounded irritated but you knew she was trying her best to be patient.

“I haven't talked to him since grad, I can’t just hit him up.”

“Just text him? He posted on Snapchat like fifteen minutes ago and he lives right there.”

“Okay, okay, fine. But what if he thinks-”

“Just do it and let me know, okay? I love you, good night.” She hung up before you could even respond.

Breathe, Y/n, it’s fine, everything is fine.

You: Heyyy Jake it’s Y/n

Jake K: Hey stranger, what’s up?

You: So super awkward, but I’m in desperate need of a blunt and a hug

Jake K: Done and done. Remember where I live?

You: Yeah

Jake K: Come on by, porch lights on

How could you forget where he lived? Sure, you went once for Jake and Josh’s graduation party, but after learning how close your highschool crush lived to you, you’d never forget. You fixed your hair in the bathroom and splashed your face with cool water in attempts to bring down your swollen red eyes. A little bit of deodorant and some perfume would be the finishing touches before returning to your room. You couldn’t leave through the front door, the dogs would bark and it would add one more thing to the list of arguments yet to be had. It doesn’t matter you’re eighteen, as long as you lived under your parent’s roof, it was their rules. You opened your window and climbed out, using the junction box outside your window for leverage.

It takes eleven minutes to walk from your house to Jake’s, where he’s already standing on his front porch waiting for you. He’s in basketball shorts, slip on Vans and a pullover hoodie, and somehow he still looks good as ever. You weren’t half way up his driveway before he began walking towards you with his arms wide open. At graduation he only offered an awkward side hug, so this sure was new to say the least. Jake wraps both his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest. You inhale his scent, he just smells like home. Not yours, most likely his, but home with a hint of worn off cologne. Your heart begins racing a lot faster than you want to admit as he holds you until you let go.

“Shall we?” He asks in a deep silly voice as he leads you through the gate to his backyard. There was a firepit in the middle of some chairs and a cute little picnic table off to the side. You follow him towards the mahogany stained wood and sit across from him. The only light was that of the full moon washing over everything in a blue tint.

“Do you know how to roll?” Jake asks as he empties the contents of his pockets on the table.

“Uh-uh.” You shook your head.

“S’okay, I can show you.” Jake turns the flashlight from his phone on, handing it to you to hold. He walks you through the process, admittedly you paid more attention to the way his fingers moved than the actual task itself.

You watch as his tongue parts his lips and licks across the blunt, sealing the weed inside. Jake reaches for his phone, his fingers brushing gently against your knuckles. The two of you stand awkwardly from the table, the moonlight illuminating Jake’s soft features.

“C’mere, I know a spot.” He holds his empty hand out towards you and waits until you place your palm in his. Jake guides you to the side of his house and down a tiny path that leads to a creek. There resides an old metal bench that Jake directs you towards. He places the blunt between his plush pink lips and brings the lighter to the end, the red hot cherry casting a golden hue against his cheek bones. A couple silent puff, puff, passes happen before you speak.

“I’m sorry I didn’t text you sooner. Life’s just been kinda…” You trailed off.

“Hey, don’t apologize,” He shifts to face you, bringing his one leg up. “We’re here now, that’s what matters.”

More silence occured as the blunt was worked down to nothing, but the silence was comfortable. You didn’t want to talk about your problems and ruin the safe bubble that naturally surrounded Jake’s existence, opting to ask him about his plans instead.

“So, is the band doing good or are you gonna go to college?” You ask, matching his stance by turning to face him.

“Band’s going places, I think. I dunno, gotta wait for Sammy and Danny to finish school, then we’ll really know. You?”

“Taking a gap year, but who knows? Maybe I could be some rockstar’s girlfriend.” Sheesh, the weed had you feeling ballsy.

“Yeah, maybe.”

The comfortable silence had now grown awkward as you struggled to even look in Jake’s direction.

“You should hear me play some time. I-I mean if you wanted to I can right now.” Jake stumbles over his words, presumably a mix of anxiousness and marijuana.

“Sure, yeah, that sounds good.” You nod and stand at the same time Jake does, taking his hand once again as he held it out for you. His palms feel warm and clammy, usually you’d be off put but his nervousness is endearing.

He opens the little side door to the garage and flicks on the light. It smells very garage-y, the whirring of the fluorescent lights really tying it together. He walks to the opposite side and grabs his acoustic guitar before suggesting you sit on the couch next to him.

“We’ve been working on this one for a little bit, it’s called Flower Power.”

He plays chords to a song you hadn’t heard, singing chunks of lyrics alike. It was a beautiful song nonetheless, maybe even one you’d listen to on your own accord.

“Wow, she must be a lucky girl.”

“Think so? Why’s that?” Jake giggled as he discarded his guitar. He flicked on a lava lamp before shutting the flourecent light off and returning awfully close beside you.

“Are you kidding me? If someone wrote that about me, said that to me?! I think every girl wants to be loved that way.”

“Yeah?” He laughed again, shaking his head.

“Yes!”

“And what if I told you someone did?”

“What?” Your cheeks flamed red, matching the color of the lamp beside you.

“That’s your song, Y/n.” Jake reaches his hand out to yours again for the third time tonight, this time interlocking his fingers with yours.

“Mine?”

Jake nodded before some force pulled the two of you together, your lips crashing into his. After months of wondering what he tasted like, the flavor of weed and spearmint on his lips was one you’d never forget. The kissing grew quickly heated as Jake’s hands found purchase on your hips, his knee planted between yours as he hovered over you. You found yourself rutting your hips up against his as he did the same, the feeling of his hardening length against your clothed center driving you places you’d never been. The kissing led to shirts being removed, ultimately leaving you in your bra and underwear, Jake in his shorts.

“What d’ya wanna do?” He whispered between kisses, his hands migrating to your breasts.

“Um, not sure… I’ve never-”

“No, me either, it’s okay.”

“I can- do you want head?”

“You okay with that?”

“Yeah,”

Jake sat beside you again as you stood between his legs, lowering yourself to your knees. You’d never given head before, or done anything along these lines. Your body filled with an unfamiliar sensation as you progressed, dipping your fingers past the waistband of his shorts and boxers. His length sprung straight up and your eyes widened at the sheer size of him. Never would you have thought he’d pack so much heat. You gently wrap one hand around the base of his cock, slowly stroking his length as you work your lips over his blushed tip. You watched a few videos here and there to sort of have a general idea, trying to remember anything from those as you bobbed your head up and down. Jake’s hands cupped either side of your face as he moaned and whined before grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

“Is this okay?”

“Mhm.” You hummed with him in your mouth, his dick twitching in response.

“Can I give you head?” He asks, lifting you from his length. You nod eagerly as Jake laid you down on the sofa, kicking off his shorts and boxers. He kisses up the inside of your thighs before hovering over your center. You’re embarrassed by the polka dot cotton panties you wore, but he doesn’t seem to care as he tucks his fingers into the elastic waist. He looks up at you and waits for approval before pulling them down your thighs, tossing them amongst his.

It’s a matter of seconds before his tongue begins exploring you alongside his fingers. Jake’s mouth marries perfectly against your aching bud as he switches between flicking his tongue and sucking. His fingers tease your entrance as he finally pushes a finger in, his mouth continuing its task. You watch him grind his hips against the cushions, his groans growing louder the faster his mouth and fingers move.

“Jake?” You whine, writhing under his touch.

“Hm?” He pulls away, staring at you with his soaked chin and lips.

“Do you wanna have sex?” Bold. The weed was giving you all the courage you could ask for.

“I don’t know where there’s a condom.” He kneels on the cushions in front of you, stroking his length.

“You don’t have one like in your wallet?”

“Why would- I’m a virgin.”

“Right, sorry.” It was kind of implied earlier, but hearing the words leave his mouth felt foreign. It truly astounded you that he was a virgin. People said he got around a lot, it was one of the reasons you felt you had no chance.

“Maybe just the tip? Just to feel?” He shrugged, placing his hands on your knees.

“Yeah… But what if it feels too good? And we wanna keep going?”

“Pull out?”

You knew that was almost always a bad idea, but you let yourself think with the wrong head as you agreed to the idea. Jake pushes your knees apart and slowly brings his hips forward, the pillowy head of his cock rubbing against you. You reach a hand down and situate him at your entrance, bringing your legs up to ease him in. Jake places his hands against the armrest of the couch above your head, his chest hovering over your face as he slowly introduces his length.

“More.” You begged through a breathy moan, wincing as he did exactly as you asked. Jake feeds his entire length inside, his thighs flush against yours as you both revel in the feeling.

“Fuck, this is so… You feel so good.” Jake places a kiss on the top of your head before trailing his mouth down to yours.

The pain of his thick cock stretching your tight pussy quickly subsides as he begins slowly moving his hips back and forth, his lacking rhythm quickly being found. His lips remain on yours, only pulling away from time to time to check if you were okay. Your nails find a home digging into his back each time his hips crashes into yours. With each thrust came the familiar warmth washing over your body causing you to tighten around Jake.

“Are you close?”

“Yeah,” You respond, hardly able to breathe.

“Suck for me, baby.” Jake brings his middle and index finger to your lips, pushing them into your mouth. After you coat his digits with your saliva, Jake brings them to your clit, rubbing circles over your bud. That only brings you closer to your orgasm, one that feels more powerful than any other. The pleasure that rips through you simply could never be replicated by your own fingers again.

“Jake, fuck, mm,” Your moans begin to sound like cries as your body shakes beneath his.

“S’okay, I got you, pretty girl.” He brings his hand back up, wrapping his arms behind your back as he hugs you to his chest. “I’m gonna cum, too.” Jake removes himself from your aching pussy, resting his cock on your belly as he lowers himself and begins thrusting again. It takes seconds for his hot release to paint your skin, being spread by his weight against yours.

“So do you wanna be a rockstar’s girlfriend?” He asks kissing up and down your neck, occasionally sucking on your sensitive skin.

“I would love to.”

[stop-talking]

Win for me <3

Josh Futturman x gender-neutral reader

2.3k words

Tags: 18+ Josh x g!n reader, smut, no use of y/n, slight angst, pre-established relationship, reader is called "babe", porn with (slight) plot, pre-show, handjob & oral (josh recieving), unprotected sex, vague penetration (reader receiving), Josh is a sub, reader is a little whiny & needy as well

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You wake up to an empty bed. Again.

Squinting, you check the time on the digital clock sitting on your boyfriend's nightstand.

Nearly 2am. Three hours past the time he promised to come to sleep.

You huff in annoyance and throw the blankets off, heading to the door. It's no secret where he is, or what he's doing right now. What he's always doing.

Josh sits on the couch, laughing and chatting with his stupid little internet friends. He hasn't heard you sneak up behind him, not with his headphones on.

For a few moments, you just stand behind the couch, fuming and watching him play whatever game he's been obsessing over lately.

This is, what? The THIRD time in a row? You'd only been dating him around half a year, sure, but damn. When he invites you to sleep over, is it really so crazy to expect him to actually sleep with you?

"Forget about me again?" You finally speak up, placing a hand on his shoulder and startling him so bad he nearly drops his controller.

"Fuck, BABE, don't do that." He cries out, shooting you a quick look of shock and anger while he adjusts his headset.

Seriously? He's just going to leave one ear hanging out and turn right back to his stupid game?

You bite your tongue and take a few breaths to prevent yourself from saying anything you'll regret, but as you stare down at him... you're struck with an idea.

"I know I'm up a little late, sorry." He mumbles, only half paying attention to you as you make your way around the couch.

"It's just- my friends needed me for this raid, thought it would be quick..."

"It's okay." You lie, taking a seat next to him on the couch and trying to keep up a warm demeaner you aren't really feeling.

Josh visibly relaxes at your words, melting back into the couch and leaning against you slightly as he plays his game.

"I figured, if you aren't going to come to bed, I'll just come hang out with you."

He flashes you a quick smile, but it immediately fades as one of his friends shouts something over the line, and he turns back to the TV.

You can only vaguely make out what they're saying to him. Usually it's insults, screaming, or some kind of cry for help. So annoying. Can't he see you need him more?

Josh's eyes go wide as your hand suddenly squeezes his thigh.

"Babe?" He gasps, reaching up to turn off his mic. "What are you doing?"

God, he's so cute when he squirms like that. You move your hand a little higher, giving his inner thigh another solid squeeze.

"Shh, baby. Focus on your game." As you whisper in his ear, you let your hand wander further, brushing against the growing bulge in his pants. Aww, he's so sensitive.

He hesitates for a moment, clearly torn between wanting to play his game and wanting more of... whatever you're about to do to him.

His friends make the decision for him, yelling something through the headset that makes him snap his attention back to the TV.

"Y-yeah, I'm here. Right behind you guys."

You smirk and slide off the couch, settling down on your knees in front of him.

He glances down at you nervously as you spread his legs, trying and failing to maintain composure with his friends on the line.

So fucking cute. You start to grope him through his pants, feeling up and down his hardening cock. His squirming makes it all worth it. Josh Futturman isn't a bad boyfriend, not really. He's just... easily distracted.

Speaking of which... it seems he's finally giving in to your little distraction, because he sets the controller down and reaches to take off his headphones.

"Don't." You grab his wrist firmly, stopping him.

"Keep playing. That's what you want, right? To win your little game?"

He bites his lip as you start aggressively palming his bulge, desperately trying to hold back his usual slew of whimpers and moans.

"I... I don't..."

You shush him, and guide his hand back to the controller.

"You've been playing for hours. No sense in giving up now. Win for me. Can you do that?"

Nodding, he picks up the controller and sinks back onto the couch. His eyes nervously flicker down to look at you, but his attention is still torn between you and his game.

"Your friends still on the line?" You ask, unzipping his jeans and starting to tug them down.

Another nod. He lifts his hips, eager to be undressed.

"Better be quiet then."

"Can't I just-" He reaches up and wraps his hand around the mic, effectively muting himself. "-do this?"

Before you can tell him no, his friends yell something over the line, and his eyes snap back to the TV, absorbed in his game once more.

"I-I got it." He stammers, clearly stressing. A couple beads of sweat drip down his face, and his hair is sticking to his forehead.

"Just play your game... and try not to be too loud."

This is going better than you imagined. His dick is practically jumping in his boxers as you grope him, and all his words are short and clipped as he struggles to maintain composure.

You wait until he's in the middle of a sentence, then lean down and gently bite at his clothed cock. He reacts exactly as you'd hoped, letting out a short yelp that turns into a moan.

"S-sorry. Stubbed my toe..." He mumbles lamely into the mic, giving you a glare that immediately melts away when you rub circles onto his tip.

There's a wet spot beginning to form in his boxers from how much he's leaking. This must be torture for him. Too bad you aren't even close to finished with him yet.

You peel down his boxers, letting his cock spring free. In turn, he slumps a little lower onto the couch, letting out a sharp breath as it slaps against his stomach.

"Just be quiet for me." You whisper, wrapping a hand around his base and taking the tip in your mouth.

As you look up at him through your eyelashes, he meets your gaze, completely frozen. He nearly loses it when you swirl your tongue around his tip, squirming and biting his lip to keep quiet.

It's almost sad that he has to hold back. You've always loved the pathetic little sounds he makes when he's inside you. Oh well, this is what he gets for ignoring you all the damn time.

Fueled by a little bit of anger and more than a little lust, you start to bob your head, lips meeting the top of your fist.

He lets out a shaky breath, placing a hand on the back of your head in a desperate attempt to pull you down further.

That's not right. He should be playing his game. You pull off of his dick slowly, making a lewd popping sound.

"Have you won for me yet?" You tease, meeting his eyes and moving your hand up and down his spit-covered length.

That's it. That little comment seems to break him, because he sets down the controller and rips his headset off, tossing it aside.

"Don't care - FUCK - don't care about the game right now..." He groans, unable to get out a complete sentence without cursing or whimpering.

"Oh? You sure? Because I can leave you be and let you focus..."

He whines when you stop moving your hand, bucking his hips up into it.

"Please don't go."

His discarded headphones suddenly roar with noise, his friends screaming about something in the game. You pick them up and smirk at Josh as you speak into the mic.

"Sorry boys, he's busy."

You flick them off, then toss them aside again as Josh sputters.

"W-why'd you have to say that? That's fucking embarrassing."

"No, what's embarrassing is how many times I've actually believed you when you say you'll go to bed with me." You snap back, pouting and climbing up onto his lap.

As you straddle him, he finally seems to give you his full attention. He clears his throat, noticing your outfit for the first time. A t-shirt and underwear. More specifically, his t-shirt.

"I've missed you, Josh."

He immediately melts under your touch, letting go of whatever anger had built up.

"I'm sorry."

Looking into his eyes, you can tell he really means it. You cup his face and lean in in close, pressing your forehead to his.

"I'm still mad at you." You whisper, absolutely lying.

"I'm really sorry." He tries again, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

"Still don't forgive you."

Josh whines as you start to pepper kisses down his neck. At this point, he can probably tell you're just toying with him, but he's too damn horny to care.

"Really really sorry?" He mumbles, throwing his head back to allow you better access to his neck.

"It's not that easy." You tease, giving his neck a solid bite and starting to softly grind on his lap.

He just whines in response, mind too clouded with lust to think straight at this point.

"Need you to fuck the forgiveness out of me. Can you do that?"

Josh nods, moaning as you suck circles into his neck. He's already lost this fight, giving in to you completely. As he should.

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You lie impatiently on his bed, already naked and ready for him. He seems to be taking his sweet time undressing, so you urge him on.

"I need you." You whine, squirming on the bed.

That's all he needs to hear. In seconds, he's on top of you, trailing kisses down your neck.

You wrap your arms tightly around him, sliding a hand up into his hair and gently tugging on it. He takes the hint, bringing his face up to yours and kissing your lips.

He's so eager to taste you. His tongue is in your mouth before you can even kiss him back. Not that you mind. It's endearing.

"Fuck, Josh." You pant as he finally pulls away to catch his breath.

"If you don't put it in me right this second, I'm never going to forgive you."

He lets out a breathless laugh as you tug at his hips, but doesn't waste any time. After lining himself up with your entrance, he slides it in with ease.

"You feel amazing." He stares down at you with those lovesick puppy eyes of his, completely losing himself inside you.

Now that he's finally giving you the attention you've been craving, you're starting to lose it as well.

"Faster." You choke out, gasping from the sensation of being filled. He's usually so sweet and gentle, but tonight you need all of him. Everything he can offer.

His brow furrows in concentration as he goes ever-so-slightly faster.

"Josh." You cup a hand on his cheek, looking up at him with pure desperation in your eyes.

"Fuck me stupid. If I can still walk after this, you're not forgiven."

That makes him blush deeply. It's silly honestly, how he can be so nervous about his performance when he's all you've ever wanted. All you've ever needed.

"A-are you sure?"

"Fuck. Me. Harder."

He complies, moaning and jutting his hips a little more roughly. You cry out with pleasure and grip his hips, pulling him into you further with every thrust.

Once he sees how much you're enjoying it, he goes even harder, making the bed creak and the headboard slap against the wall. You almost can't even hear it, though, over the sound of your own moans.

The way you call out his name only encourages him further, and soon tears are dripping from your eyes.

"Fuck... I'm close..." You whine, tightening your grip on him.

Your admission makes him nearly lose it, hips stuttering as he lets out a sharp moan.

"Please cum with me. Please." He begs breathlessly.

You do so almost immediately, trembling and crying out his name as he pumps hot ropes of cum into you.

"Fuck... missed that so much... missed you so much." He mumbles, collapsing on top of you and panting.

You feel him nuzzle into your neck and you card your fingers through his hair for a minute while you regain composure. Your heart is still racing, and you can feel his cum leaking out of you. Thank god you're making a mess of his bed and not yours.

"You could have fucked me like this at any time." You remind him, a hint of bitterness in your tone. Yes, this was supposed to be apology sex, but it also served as a reminder of what you had been missing out on.

"Damnit. Can you still walk? Do I need to try again so you'll forgive me?" He laughs softly, playfully nipping at your neck and squeezing you tight.

"Mmm... yeah... It's been, what? Three weeks since we last did this?" You muse, humming happily at his touch. It's so hard to stay mad at him.

"So I think I deserve three weeks worth of make-up sex."

Josh nearly chokes at that.

"Three weeks? How much stamina do you think I have?" He laughs again and starts to pepper your face with affectionate kisses.

"We'll have to see, wont we?" You tease, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him back down against you.

"You're going to be the death of me."

"Hey, It'll be a fun death."

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Josh never ended up giving up his late night gaming sessions. And you never expected him to, not really. But now you have an ace up your sleeve.

Sometimes, on nights when you really need him, you place a hand on his thigh while he's gaming. It's a small gesture that he's learned means "turn the game off RIGHT NOW or I will make you regret it."

He never regrets what happens afterwards.

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Author's note: RAHH thanks so much for 100 followers!! I wanted to write a quick little smut piece to celebrate, but this ended up taking all day. Oops.

(Totally worth it because I love Futturman)

This was my first attempt at a gender neutral reader, and I think I executed it pretty well. Please shoot me a message/comment/ask if I missed something.

[schlattsdoll]

omg i looove the idea of josh having such an awkward first date with reader! do you think hed be all sweaty and stay red like a cutesy teen or do you think hed be all confident and completely make a mess of himself? 🤭

he’d probably try his best to be smooth but he’s so awkward, like he goes to open your door for you and accidentally brushes your hand and he starts blushing like a teenager. or he’ll go in to kiss your cheek as you’re turning to look at him causing an accidental first kiss

the date itself would go pretty smoothly!! he takes you to an arcade so he can impress you with his skills while being able to help you out with some games. playing a shooter and you’re screaming as zombies walk towards you and he’s sniping them all gracefully. or you “forgetting” how to play skeeball so he can put his arms around you!!! causing him to blush once again.

as always, my inbox is open for requests! please send them in 💚

[afreakingdork]

Writing Request - Reader x Josh (Until Dawn) Body Shots🫗

Y'all thought I only did rottmnt? Nah, and @mermmarie tapped me for some reader x Josh Washington body shot goodness! We're in the last day, people! I might not get too man more of these done but encourage your friends to vote!

From now until the poll closes, if you can prove to me that you voted Hassan/Mikey in this poll then I will do any short story writing request like the one below or draw you any doodle of your choosing!

ᴰᶦˢᶜˡᵃᶦᵐᵉʳ: ᴵ ᵃᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶦⁿ ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸ ᵃˢˢᵒᶜᶦᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵒʳ ᵉⁿᵈᵒʳˢᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵉᵗᶦᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵒʳ ᶦᵗˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˢ.

We got a little mature content down below, but not explicit! Enjoy~

The party was in full swing. The house was bursting at the seams with people and every step had to be taken by the side. You squirmed past others, not bothering with apologies and only trying to find a sliver of enjoyment in a sea of decadence. The Washington's had always been known for their ragers, but hearing tale and seeing them in person was something else.

You needed a drink.

You were trying your best to get one, but you kept getting boxed out. Between the multi-room mansion and the throngs of people, you were just about done with getting shoved. A crack opened up between two people making out and you made a dash for it. They stumbled for inebriation and made waves which resulted in a parted sea. It was a clean trip to an embarrassingly large kitchen and a drink selection that would make a bar jealous.

You held your cup close and the liquid went down sweet with the mixture with a satisfying burn on the back end. It was perfect in knowing exactly how much intake you were getting and you mingled as your body loosened. A song you liked came on and you swayed with its motion. The thump settled into your brain and its bass took your body.

It helped you slip into a satisfied trance and forget that your friends had dipped last minute. In any other scenario you might not have gone alone, but you had spent all that time getting ready. Fuck it, you thought, you looked too good to waste it on another night at home so you'd gone out.

You would be careful enough, you long decided. Your drink was never out of sight and if it did, they had more than enough liquor for you to pour another. You had nothing on you to pinch beside your phone and that was safely tucked away in a place that you would know in an instant if anyone was copping a feel.

Such a thing was happening now as someone ground against your ass in rhythm and you lolled your head back in time to see who it was. A mediocre man was a little too bold behind you, but you supposed that was to be expected. It was always those guys who had just enough to their facial structure that sloppily thought they could reach above their standards.

This was the main fare of the party, the average masses. You danced with him before you felt his hand ghost over your arm. It felt a little more leading and you thought he might grab your and to finally face you, but instead he shot away. The warning signs went off in your mind and you clearly saw your cup blocking the way. With a dreary glance you knew that meant it was time to dump it and left whoever behind to go refresh your beverage.

Someone screamed out something about a chance of hail and there was a shattering. You looked up where you were pouring a bottle and could sort of see out of a kitchen window through overly floral curtains. Outside some boys had proudly torn their shirts off and were just as busy peacocking as they slammed back shots. It was entertaining enough and you sipped as you headed out there.

You watched on with some amusement as a violent game had been concocted. You never did figure out whatever rules they had set, but the clear goal was drinking and then hucking the small glass receptacles as hard as possible at some gaudy sculpture. It was a movie set piece, you vaguely knew, from the Washington's dad, that had taken root in the garden with a few other ugly pieces.

"Where's Josh!? He's got the arm! He could hit peak, I know it!"

"Yeah, man!"

"Where's our Party Poobah?!"

"What the fuck!?"

There was good natured ribbing and you concealed your mouth as you turned away from the games.

Josh.

It wasn't like you expected to see the man of the hour. He was legendary for hosting these parties, but he was just that. He was there for the purpose of getting lost in himself. The action was where he was and everything around that was a merry hurricane. He was the epicenter and since he attracted only level five events, he was an anomaly.

You wouldn't just be lucky to see him, it would be some kind of miracle.

It was about on par as getting into a VIP section. Skinny girls with pale skin were guaranteed access and that alone bored you. Men's picks for stereotypical hot chicks as about on par with the audacity of the large swathe of average guys. It was all an exhausting back and forth game of mediocrity that you would have no part of.

"Move aside! We're on a mission!"

That was Josh.

With your arm crossed to more comfortably hold your cup, your head rose high.

Speak of the devil and he doth appear, you amused yourself as you tried to place which direction he was. The music just swallowed up noise enough that it happened to throw voices. It filled in space you might have hoped to delineate, but said man had the power to conjure storms.

"This is the party police!" Josh came in with sharp eyes and a face splitting grin. "Prepare to be strip searched!!"

He was flanked by lackeys that weren't Chris, but you doubted the other man was far behind. The others weren't so easy to manipulate into Josh's little schemes and you watched as he, the boss among, them signaled them to fan out in a military manner.

They took on the role of dogs, something you had a feeling Josh had told them to do beforehand, and you watched them howl. They then fanned out, sniffing up skirts and startling men with a sharp gab to their asses. All manner of reaction was had, but when a man on all fours snuffed his way up to you, you looked down at him with enough disdain that he moved on with his tale between his legs.

"Idiots." You heard Josh say in a voice that almost seemed like he hadn't meant it.

You looked up and found him staring squarely at you.

Your gaze grew dull as he must have meant that insult for you.

There was a flash of attention in his eye before he surged forward.

"They say you can't teach old dogs, but I think that's true of all animals!"

You almost looked behind you because if he was talking to you, you weren't sure what he meant.

"Humans too." He came squarely up to you. "Don't mind them, beautiful. I've been running around looking for you all night."

"Me?" You asked him with a tip of your cup.

"Oh yeah!" He grinned with something that had a malevolently edge.

Confused signals failed to spark in your mind as he circled you.

"I mean..." He was behind you. "... look..." He came around your side with a slink. "... you..."

It oozed palpable desire and your skin lit even though he hadn't touched you.

"Gorgeous. Supple. I need you. I've been looking for candidates."

Your guard went up. "Candidates?"

"Yep." He swept up from your body and leveled with your eyes. "I'm scouting. Needed a ringer. Be mine?"

There was a boyish tilt to his last question that straddled the line between his devious nature and honest begging.

Your stomach bubbled and you shifted your hips to quell it.

Josh watched on like he picked up every micromovement. "I wouldn't just say this. I've searched the whole party. You're the one."

The whole party.

There were hundreds of girls here.

You?

It was flattering, but you still weren't sure what you were signing up for.

"And what exactly is this for...?" You lowered your cup.

Josh positively beamed. "You're the perfect glass."

Your mouth rounded out in confusion and you were about to ask when he caught your wrist.

Your hand shot up like a flag. "I've got mine!!! Let's do this!!"

"Finally!"

"Let's go!!"

"Hell yeah!!"

"Shots! Shots!"

Before you could do anything else, you were being ushered through the house. Not quite carried, your feet only hit the ground once every few steps as the mob steered you. The only constant was Josh's cuff around your wrist and besides that was the roving pack of men that puffed like slobbering sled dogs.

You were soon in a room with four massage tables set up and for the first time, you got enough ground to snap back on your tether.

"What the fuck!?"

"No, baby shh...!" Josh came around you with cautious hands. "Just look. Look!"

He moved so you could peer around him and watched as three men broke from the pack. They escorted girls of their choosing in different manners. One took one gentlemanly by the hand while another hoisted a squealing girl up in his arms. All their destinations were the tables though and they each laid down with smiles plastered to their faces. They men tended to them with hungry eyes and you watched as each of them rolled their shirts up to expose their stomachs.

"We're having a little competition." Josh said as he also surveyed the scene. "Drunkest wins."

"No, thanks." You responded instantly.

"Not you." He gave you only his profile. "Unless you wanna...?"

Your cup had disappeared in transit and you cocked a hip at him.

"Alright, alright!" He held his hands up defeated and addressed you. "I'll explain."

You cocked a brow.

"Body shots."

Both words popped off his lips and pounded in your ears.

"You see them..." He came around you like sharing a secret and used the arm over your shoulders to point at the others. "They're the idiots. They don't care about the competition. They don't even care about getting drink. They picked all these twigs and for what? You can't hold liquor in that! I'm here to party and I'm here to drink. Make sense?"

You meant to think with reason, but you saw one thing.

Josh's tongue.

Ever since he'd uttered the phrase, you had been watching it.

It rolled around his mouth.

It caressed every letter.

It tongued every nook.

Every cranny.

It was going to run over you.

The superseded reason and you held out for one last complaint. "Typical. You just want me for my body."

He recited your name so clearly that it almost seemed like he tapped some nefarious database.

You gaped at him.

"Partly true. That body is banging." His eyes dip purposefully before re-locking onto yours as he continues. "But believe me, I made sure you were invited. I'm sorry your friends couldn't make it."

It felt like there were a hundred things wrong with that statement, but the way he looked at you, like you were the only being in the world for him, shot straight to your core.

You belly button.

Where he was going to jam his tongue.

"Fine." You managed to make it seem just blasé enough.

"Excellent." He was all teeth and for a moment you feared you'd be devoured.

Instead he took your hand in a firm grip and lead you to the table. In his own fashion and unlike the others, he didn't try to force you. He stood beside and bowed for you to take the table like this was your competition to win. It made you feel all the more important as you hopped up.

He pressed along side you and his eyes never left yours as you wriggled to get comfortable on the firm table. You got as settled as you could before you went for your shirt. There was chatter all around and you thought Josh might ogle you, but he kept his gaze nothing but reassuring. He quirked a brow when you were settled and ready before he brought his head up to announce the rules.

There was a designated pourer who would come around so no one could cheat drinks. They alcohol would flow as necessary until someone tapped out or if the liquid ran out of bounds. That meant not getting slurped up before it leaked off someone's body and with that Chris walked through with a bottle held high in demonstration.

Cheers and bets were placed behind you, but Josh gave you his eyes again. "Just you and me, gorgeous."

You lowered your lashes at the all too obvious flirt and it only made him smile wider.

The competition commenced.

You couldn't really see the other tables, but you heard a loud sucking along with a girl giggling out of her mind. The next person went and the guy complained for both his girl to suck it in which earned him ire. He demanded Chris pour more, but the guy only approached you with his bottle tipped.

"Ready?"

"Always, Cochise."

Chris poured the shot into your belly button.

It pooled up and with a healthy glug and you tried not to shiver at how the room temperature drink chilled straight through your body. A little streaked through the folds in your stomach and Josh shot forward with his tongue extended. It scraped wet and warm over your skin before teasing around your center. He flicked his gaze up, making hard eye contact before his tongue retracted and his lips puckered. With the expertise of someone who had clearly done one too many hands free shots, he drank you dry.

Your stomach flipped, but he wasn't done. He circled his tongue as a moat around your belly button and licked inward for the sake of it. it spoke of what else he could do with the appendage and you arched a little off the table. He kissed down into your soft belly to ease you and you vaguely heard Chris come around again.

"That's one out!"

You blinked as you hadn't heard any dissent.

To your immediate right, the girl and guy there were fighting about how she hadn't told him she had an outie.

More booze was poured into you in your distraction and you squeaked at the chance it would be lost. Josh swept wide, drinking in your skin and catching both sides of leakage in an expert arch. Your lips crinkled a squiggled line and he lifted up with shining lips. "Doing alright there?"

"Fine. Totally fine." You hiccuped.

"Very fine." He lobbed back.

Your head flew back to the table and you heard him chuckle in a way that sounded like it was all around you.

"We're down to two!"

You didn't bother looking.

Josh had found your hand beside the table and squeezed it as he readied himself.

It was just a little mortifying, as if you needed to be soothed, but he refused to let go as Chris appeared once again.

"Bottom's up!" The glasses-clad man chuckled.

"To the top, my good man!" Josh cheered.

"You sure? The other's spilled that way" Chris glanced at his best friend.

"Oh, she can handle it." Josh looked at you.

You believed him.

Flat out, without question.

You were stupid and you liked it.

You readied your stomach in your best flex and Chris poured.

You felt yourself fill and the bare arch you were doing pushed your breasts further into the sides of your cups. The weight held heavy and parted so you had the best view for the moment your stomach overflowed and Josh dove in.

With unsightly slurps, his tongue darted fast and he sucked with all his might. He caught your skin up into his mouth in puckered moments that didn't linger because there was more booze to drink. It spilled a messy burn around your belly and he was apt to lick the plate clean even while it soaked his face.

A single drop escaped down a fold.

"Josh!" You gasped.

He was at the pinnacle of the cup and looked up at you under his euphoric lids.

The drip tickled your side before it disappeared onto the table.

"That's out!" Someone called.

An upset tore through the crowd.

Josh lazily finished his drink and you felt heat pulsing straight down your body.

When he finally came up, it wasn't to accept silver, he had only gold in his eyes.

The winner was celebrated, but Josh tucked closer into you. "You know... I feel like I've only gotten a taste..."

You held out for a single second before matching his darkened gaze. "Get ready to drink up then."

[jewish-vents]

Don't ever forget that Israel's shitty government(s) has always been just a convenient excuse. Israel has done terrible things but it's never been about that. The moment goyim realised we were still alive (Insert Dara Horn quote here) and could fight back and be capable of wrong like all human beings, we became the enemy. We became the enemy when they realised we aren't just some sob story that they can cry about. Even if Israel had the best government in the world, they'd still hate us. Why? Because they want us to die at the hands of the Muslim extremists. They want us to die so they can cry about how oppressed we are and then die of guilt because all they ever do is feel guilty and let that control them. That's why they "care" about Palestinians and even Romani people. They see Palestinians as inherently weak, as they previously viewed us. They view them as inherently innocent and victims no matter what hence the fetishisation of their violence which then results in the extreme Hamas support that we are witnessing. They basically switched us out for Palestinians, hurting both groups. The Nakba replaces the Holocaust. They view Palestinian history the way they used to view Jewish history; as Palestinians being inherently unlucky and being violently oppressed for no reason all the time (I remember seeing goyim talk about us being treated badly in most countries and being "unlucky" and treated as this common boogeyman, many years ago).

Why hate this group? They've never done anything wrong! Is the way that they think. Now they see that we are human beings which means we are capable of doing bad things makes us evil and the Worst. I cannot stress this enough: Israel would always be seen as bad no matter what. Even if the history was different, the message is clear: JEWS ARE NOT ALLOWED IN THE MIDDLE EAST. We are meant to be slaughtered in Europe and that's it. I remember this "activist" tiktoker I used to follow. He posted a tiktok about how Germany should be split into two: one part being Germany and the next part being Israel. The logic is simple here. We are white Europeans and that's it. Additionally this removes the guilt of everyone else, especially the Middle East which prouldly supported Hitler. He even met with Muslim leaders.

According to everyone we must politely die without any inconvenience. The fact that the Nazis were portrayed as white worked in our favour. They pretended to care then. But once they realized our enemies, the ones who hate us so much they need to kill every single one of us and wipe up off this earth the same way they describe zionists and israel to be, were brown, they showed us who they truly are: they chose the brown side. We transformed into evil white people overnight. Why do you think almost every Jewish celeb has been accused of being a zionist? It's because everyone's becoming nazis. I don't use that word lightly. They're literally discovering that many in Hollywood are Jewish for the first time. They didn't care before. But they do now. It's angering them. They're thinking: why are so many Jews in powerful positions? They'e starting to think: this is not normal....the Jews are responsible for everything bad! Except they get to hide behind the word zionist. As a result Josh Shapiro gets singled out and had a reduced chance of being VP. Why do you think so many of them are now saying "Zionists control the media/the world/etc"? Because they're having their nazi phase (well here's to hoping and wishful thinking lmfao). How is this any different from white supremacists who angrily scream about how we control everything? Every time a big world event happens or anything happens tbh we get blamed by the progressives. We're getting blamed right now for white supremacists going on rampages throughout England. How dare they?! They use the words pogrom and nazi every second to describe what is happening in England right now. How dare they take our words and use them for everyone but us and then say we are the real nazis and the one and only evil in the world. And we're the colonisers?!

Lastly I cannot get rid of the bitter taste of irony. They are trying to paint Israel as the ultimate evil and the things they lie about Israel reflect what everyone has done to us. But they'll never see it because we're the ultimate oppressors.

Marilyn Monroe converted to Judaism and Muslim countries banned her movies. Muslim countries have historically banned Holocaust movies. If you want to see real ethnic cleansing and genocide look at what the Jewish populations of Arab countries have been forced to experience.

We cannot afford to be trembling Jews with shaking knees. We must stand up for ourselves. No one else's gonna do it. All we have is ourselves. And our small but amazing allies of course. But it's limited. We need to support each other harder than ever. A Jewish American woman didn't feel safe as a Zionist abortion advocate. She then created her own space for Jews/Zionists. Of course gentiles harassed her. But our love will always be stronger than their hate. It's hard but stay safe. Have a weapon if you must. There's so little of us that they can overpower us as we've seen countless times especially recently. We need to fight back. We cannot afford to be cowards.

LOVE YOU ALL

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[jakeysbuttsheeks]

Godfather v111

18+ mdni

Warnings : profanity, mature themes, sexual content, fingering, unprotected sex , asshole Jake , drunk Jake , puking , other shit

Pairings: Jake x fem reader ft. Ethan

You didn't know how you slept last night with your mind running with thoughts , Wondering what Jake's problem was. You had to ask him. He couldn't avoid it and pretend it didn't happen forever .

You went downstairs, finding Jake grabbing his stuff to leave for work.

"Jake" you say as you quickly grabbed your stuff too .

"yeah?" He asks as he opens the door to leave and you run after him. He was your only ride to work . And he didn't even bother to make sure you ate breakfast. You'd didn't care about that right now. You wanted answers.

"can we talk about last n-" you start to talk as he walks out the front door to the car with you following behind him.

"y|n-!" He stops and turns to face you, making you stop and stare at him.

"I told you already. We were drunk. Forget it" he says and you feel anger run through you , your chest rising and falling heavily.

"forget it!? Do you know what that meant to me!? You know we weren't drunk Jake! You're just a fucking asshole!" You scream loud enough for the neighborhood to hear.

"lower your voice" Jake says sternly but you know Jake could do nothing to do even if he tried .

"fuck you" you squint in irritation as you walks past him.

"where are you going?" He asks as you start walking down the street instead of getting in the car.

"I'm leaving" you say as you march down the street , heading to the nearest bus stand.

"leaving where?" Jake yells as he walks after you .

"I'm finding a place to move out. I'm 18 Jake , did you forget?" You snap at him as you walk away. Jake realised you were old enough to do what you wanted to do now , and that he legally had no way to stop you anymore.

He got into his car and drove to work , hoping to forget about it. But he couldn't get his mind off you. As he sat there in the studio with his brothers, mindlessly playing the guitar, all he could think of was you and everything that happened.

"alright Jake what the fuck!?" Josh screams , almost throwing his mic at Jake as Jake braced for impact.

"you've been playing like shit , what the fuck is wrong with you?' Sam asks as the music stops .

"y|n didn't come to work today. What did you do?" Josh asks , making Sam and danny frown in confusion.

"i- nothing-! It's not that simple Josh it's complicated!" Jake defended.

"wait what-? What's going on with y|n ?" Sam asks , equally as lost as danny.

"they like eachother but Jake's a fucking pussy" Josh answers.

"what!?" Sam and danny almost say in sync.

"I'm not a pussy! I just can't betray Mike! We grew up with y|n like she was our baby sister Josh , it's weird!" Jake yells.

"well , not really if you think about it" danny says.

"I've seen people fuck their own siblings" Sam says out of nowhere making everyone yell at him to shut up.

"that's not the point- I can't do this to Mike" Jake says.

"Mike's not here anymore Jake" danny adds .

"exactly" Josh agrees.

"Who's going to think about how Mike left us and what he did to us when he od'd ? He didn't care" Sam shrugs.

"he's got a point" danny nods.

"and the both of you actually like eachother to the point it can't be denied. That's rare Jake" Josh says.

"she's always had a crush on you" danny recollects and Sam y nods at him.

"fuck but I just-" Jake sighs as he wiped his palm over his face .

"stop stressing Jake. She wants you and you want her , stop trying to deny it" Josh points out.

"yeah well she sure as hell doesn't want me anymore" Jake speak with a sigh.

"what do you mean? Why didn't she come to work today?" Josh asks.

"she went to look for a place to move out" Jake answers and Josh burst into laughter.

"what the fuck did you do?" Josh asks , still laughing.

"well , after I spoke to you on the phone I went up to talk to her. And I might've kissed her and then told her to forget it like it never happened" Jake answers.

"oh my god" Josh dramatically holds his head in disappointment.

"kissed her!?" Sam asks in shock .

"yeah. After y'all left last night, we were playing around and then she kissed me out of nowhere. And I didn't kiss her back so she panicked and started apologizing and saying she was drunk. And then I called up Josh to ask him what to do and-" Jake explains .

"oh don't blame this on me you bastard!" Josh points at him.

"I'm not!" Jake snaps back before turning back to Sam and danny to explain everything.

"holy shit. You're stupid Jake" Sam laughs at the whole story but danny seems to sympathise .

"yeah no you really are" danny says sympsthically. And jake groans in frustration. .

"what am I supposed to do? I've made such a mess of the whole thing" Jake asks as he stares at the floor .

"stop making such a big deal out of it . What happened to the Jake that could pick up chick by just looking at them?" Danny smirks.

"she's not just some chick danny" Jake says .

"stop being a drama queen . just grow some and tell her everything. She'll understand" Josh says.

"yeah. I'm sure she will" danny adds.

"now shut the fuck up and play goddamn it" Sam snaps as he starts picking at his bass , danny coming in with his drums to pick up where y'all left off .

You'd called up Ethan to help you and drive you around. And Ethan happily came to help you, thinking you wanted to get back together with him .

He had been sweet and helpful tho . He helped you find a nice apartment that suited your budget, all you had to do was sign some papers and you could move in. Ethan had bough you lunch after and insisted on driving you home.

Ethan was great. But he wasn't Jake. As much as you tired to get comfortable with him, it would never feel as special as what you and Jake have.

"where's your uh...uncle?" Ethan asks as you let him into the house after offering him entry.

"ew not my uncle. Godfather" you say as you take your shoes off.

"he's still at work. He comes back late so don't worry" you say as you turn to him and he smiles at you.

"why would I be worried?" He smirks.

"I know you. You'll bone every chance you get" you say as you lightly punch his shoulder and he giggles slightly, holding your waist as pulling you into a kiss .

"you know me so well" he says against you lips as you feel him push his hard on against your thigh. He'd probably been hard for a very long time . One of the things you realised about Ethan was that he only wanted to fuck , And you were of no use to him otherwise.

You didn't really want to fuck Ethan right now. But you needed to get your mind off Jake. So technically, the both of you were using eachother. You hoped it was what you needed.

You were wrong.

You were barely wet enough for Ethan to be able to do anything , he played with your clit to try and get you in the mood but Jake was the one lingering in your head. You closed your eyes and imagined Jake touching you instead.

"there you go baby" Ethan praises as he feels you start to get soaked.

Once you were wet enough he started fucking you again, his cock hitting you strong and deep as he kissed your neck , the two of you panting as the bed creaked with your movement and you were finally feeling something.

Jake came home , immediately noticing the foreign pair of men's shoes before hearing the creaking and panting that came from your room upstairs , making his blood boil .

"fuck! J-ethan!" You wailed as you reached your high . You almost called out Jake's name but Ethan was too busy in his own world to notice.

Until the door burst open and Ethan grabbed whatever he could to cover himself, leaving you panting and exposed on the bed.

"what the fuck Jake!?" You scream and you grab your sheets to cover yourself as Ethan quickly threw on his clothes.

"I'm sorry uh- mr.-" Ethan stuttered as he tried to get past Jake to go out of your room .

"Get the fuck out of here" Jake yells at Ethan as Ethan makes a run for it down the stairs.

"what the fuck is wrong with you!? You're not my father Jake!" What the fuck is your problem!?" You scream as you pull your tshirt over your head and grab your pants

"my problem is that I don't want some fucking cocksucker fucking the girl I'm responsible for, in my own fucking house! Were y'all even using a condom!?" Jake yells back .

"Fine then I'll move out next week if you want me gone so bad! And since when did you care ? As if you're not some cocksucker that just wants to bang me anyway" you scoff and then immediately regret what you said.

jake visibly looked like he got shot right through the heart. His face turned red as his eyes got glossy with tears before he stormed out your door , you heard the front door slam shut not long after that.

It broke your heart to see Jake like that . He was being a bitch though. You didn't understand what his problem was. One moment he wanted to act like your father and the next moment he wanted to be your boyfriend.

You dressed up and went downstairs to wait for Jake to come back so you could apologize to him . You knew Jake didn't just want to fuck you. He would never. You should've never said that.

Hours had passed and jake was still not back. You were starting to pass out on the couch , but you were worried about him and that kept you up. You called and texted but he didn't respond or pick up.

Jake came home drunk , tripping and staggering into the house .

You'd dropped off with your phone in your hand and Jake's contact open. Jake's heart melted at the sight. He knew you only said what you said because you were mad at him for kissing you and asking you to pretend it didn't happen, but the fact that you said it meant that you felt it too. And he hated that you felt like he was just interested in boning you.

You woke up to the sound of someone gagging. You immediately sat up , remembering you were supposed to stay awake for Jake.

"Jake?" You call as you went into his room , the door was wide open and so was his bathroom door.

"fuck Jake are you okay?!" You gasp when you see him on his knees , puking his guts out while gripping onto the ceramic of the flush. You could smell the alcohol from a mile away.

You immediately run in to help him , holding his hair up in a makeshift pony as you caressed his back but he kept pushing you away . He didn't want you to see him like this . But what did he expect you to do ? Walk away and leave you like this?

You stay with him till there was nothing left for him to puke out and tears brimmed his eyes with the pain of his stomach contracting so much.

"here c'mon" you murmur as you help him off the bathroom floor , and leaned him over the sink to gargle out his mouth.

"I'll get you water okay?" You say and he nods before you scurry out of his bathroom while he continued to rinse out his mouth.

You came back with water and he drank it all, taking in a deep shaky breath after . He wasn't very drunk , but he wasn't quite sober either .

"I feel horrible" Jake breathes as he sets the glass down on the sink counter and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand

"You should lie down till you feel better-" you say as you hold his hand to help him out of the bathroom.

"No I mean I feel horrible about us. About this" Jake pulls his hand out of yours. You feel your face get hot as you look down.

"Maybe we should talk about this when you're more sober" you say.

"The alcohol just gives me courage y|n. It doesn't make up the words for me" Jake speaks sternly.

"Alright" you nod , having confidence that Jake meant what he said .

"what was that up there with Ethan?" He asks , resting his hip on the sink as he turned to you who was mirroring his position next to him while he pulled out a cigarette and lit in his mouth .

"i- I don't know- nothing I guess?" You answer as you watch him breathe in a puff to get rid of the sick puking feeling.

"no because I just want to make sure before I say what I want to say" Jake says, smoke gushing out of his mouth and nose . You found it hard to maintain eye contact with him in moments like this.

"it was nothing. Just casual" you shake your head.

"okay" he says softly , taking another hit before killing the cigarette on the cold tile , shifting the side of his hip against the counter before reaching out to hold your hand. You instinctively let him take it

"i don't know why you kissed me , and I don't know if you regret. But I'm just going to go out and say that I don't regret it." Jake starts and you feel your chest get tight and your stomach erupt with butterflies .

"I didn't wanna say anything because I don't know what you'd feel about it. I was scared you'd think I'm some perverted fuck , but that's exactly what you think of me anyway-" he says , you could hear the hurt in his voice.

"no Jake I didn't mean that. I was rude and horrible. I know that's not what you are. I just said it out of anger. I really don't think that of you, I swear" you interrupt him desperately.

"it doesn't matter. I acted like a dick and I'm sorry. And I'm sorry if I made you feel stupid" Jake spoke , shaking his head slightly as he stared at the bathroom tiles on the floor .

"and I did mean to kiss you , i wasn't fucking around. I just felt too guilty about it so I asked you to forget it. You'd understand why, your dad was my friend" Jake explains and you nod , looking at him with concern.

"i don't regret it either Jake. I think about you all the time it's making me go mad" you confess as his eyes met yours.

"I know it's wrong and I know it feels like betrayal but I just- I can't help what I feel can I?" You ask.

"no sweetie. You can't" Jake says , the nickname unexpectedly giving you chills as his free hand came up to tuck your hair behind your ear as he looked at you in adoration.

"do you know how happy it makes me that you feel the same way?" He asks and you shake your head.

"of course you wouldn't" Jake muttered to himself as he smiled and looked away , his cheeks were clearly tinted pink.

"I'm tired of all the tension and hiding Jake. I don't wanna keep pushing this away anymore" you say as you unintentionally lean in closer.

"are you saying you wanna-" Jake talks but you cut him off .

"Yes" you interrupt , adreline rushing through you, Your heart thumping excitedly in your chest.

"are you sure?" He asks , looking at you in concern and lacing his fingers with your hand that he held.

"what about Ethan?" Jake asks.

"I dont care about Ethan" you tsk in annoyance and look away before a slight shy smile plastered across his face.

"c'mere" he wraps his free hand behind your back and pulls you into him , wrapping both his arms around you as you did the same for him.

You took a deep smell of his cologne from his shirt , although it had a strong liquor smell as well , you still loved it .

You felt him press a kiss on the top of your head and you broke the hug slightly to look up at him , silently begging him to kiss your lips instead.

He knew what you wanted , his eyes falling to your lips before leaning in and pressing a kiss against your lips. You closed your eyes as you melted into the feeling, your hand went up to hold the back of his neck as you tilted your head , moving further into the kiss .

But he fought back into it , kissing you harder as your mouths opened to catch more of eachother lips. You hummed against his mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

His hands went down to your ass making you panic before he picked you up and sat you on the sink counter in a second , standing between your legs and kissing you even harder , hot with hunger and passion, his eyebrows pinched together in bliss.

You could feel his palms burning into your skin through your clothes from the placement he had on your hips as you fell into his lips , feeling his tongue licking at your lip between the kiss.

You slipped your tongue into his mouth when he opened it wide enough. His tongue played with your piercing that was now almost fully healed , he seemed to like it more than you thought.

You'd wrapped your legs around his waist , arching your chest into his as you bunched his hair up in your fists .

You got desperate when you felt him breaking the kiss , only to pepper kissed along your jaw before going behind your ear , sucking on the sensitive skin , making you roll your eyes back and stretch out your neck for him .

You could feel the curve of his lips against your skin and it felt breath taking. You couldn't help the soft gasp that left you as he sucked harder on your skin.

He lifted up and you crashed your lips against his again , his hands came up to cup your face while you tightened your legs around his waist to pull him closer but he kept moving his hips back.

He picked you off the counter and stumbled out of the bathroom, almost tripping and dropping you in his drunk state , making you squeal against his lips but he rested himself on the door frame before he could fall.

The two of you burst into a hearty giggle against eachothers lips , still not willing to break the kiss as he continued out of the bathroom, laying you gently on the bed as he fell on top on you.

You refused to unwrap your legs from around him , never wanting him to seperate from him as he peppered kissed all over your face. But you could feel he wasn't comfortable, he was hesitant.

"Jake" you call softly as he lifts up his head at you.

"i really didn't mean what I said" you cup his face and jake sighs, knowing you'd read his mind and sensed his guilt.

"i don't want you to feel like that's what I want from you y|n" Jake says , his voice heavy.

"i don't Jake. I'm sorry I said that" you lift up and kiss his cheek and he felt goosebumps erupt around the area.

"baby-" he looks at you shaking his head.

"i know you Jake. you're not like that. And I'm sorry I said you were , I just wanted to hurt you because I was hurt. And that was immature of me. Please don't let it get to your head" you say , still cupping his face over yours.

"i would never have intentions to use you like that y|n. I love you" Jake confesses . Your eyes widened and your heart sank.

"so much" Jake continues in a whisper , his eyes fluttering all over your face , studying the way you were turning red .

"I love you too Jake" you admit , almost like it's been too long that you'd kept that to yourself for.

A smile pulls across his face before he pecked your lips and turned to lie on his back next to you , pulling you to lie on his chest .

You kiss him again , your chest pressed over his. You could feel his heart thumping. His soft warm pink lips felt like cloud 9. You would do anything for him .

You wrapped your leg around his waist and lay on his chest , his breathing making you rise and fall along with it as you payed attention to his heartbeat, your face nuzzled into the side of his neck . He smelt so good.

"don't move out" he says , his voice almost begging. Caressing your back with the arm he had wrapped around you .

"I don't want to" you mumble into his neck and he smiles to himself again, holding you tighter.

NEXT PART

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[queenofbaws]

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She could still hear the party going on. Doors closed, windows shut, the breeze in her ears, and...yeah. Yup. Mhm. That was definitely the bassline of Mike's (questionable) music choices making the hum under her butt. The whole point of slipping out for a little fresh air had been to, well, get away, but even so, Sam had to smile. Shake her head.

As long as everyone was having fun, what was the harm, right?

It was always cold up on the mountain - freezing, more often than not - but tonight, bundled up as she was, the chill barely bothered her. In fact, she shut her eyes, tipped her head back, and took in the deepest, deepest breath she could, filling her lungs with the crisp scent of pine. Not the artificial stuff either, the real deal, baby, roots and all. In her mind's eye, she saw her exhale plume out in front of her, a cloud of her worries pushed out of her and carried up, up, and away to join the ones in the sky, and when she opened her eyes for real, she...

Actually screamed.

"Wow," Josh snorted, deftly rocking to one side to avoid any punches she might've considered throwing. "A 'hello' would've sufficed."

When her fight-or-flight registered he was not, in fact, some crazed mountain man come to chop her into a billion little pieces, Sam fell flat onto her back, pressing her hands to her heart in an attempt to calm it down. "That...was incredibly mean, what you just did."

Because he'd sat himself beside her, she had the perfect vantage point to watch his face contort. No regret, she noted, not even a teeny-tiny sliver. Plenty of self-satisfaction, though. Lots of pretending like he wasn't laughing his ass off, inside his head. "Sitting on my own deck, huh? Punishable offense now, I guess."

"The sneaking, Josh."

"Who said I was sneaking, Sam?"

"Me. I do. The one whose eyes were closed."

"Have you ever considered...not dropping your guard while in a big, scary cabin in the middle of the dark, spooky woods?" He glanced down to meet her eyes, then raised his beer in a silent toast before taking a drink. "The killer always goes for the ones who split off from the rest of the group, Giddings. C'mon, you know this."

"The killer," she began, pushing herself up with her elbows, waving his hand away when he offered to help, "can try. I might not look like it, but I can take care of myself."

"Yeah, I've caught on to that," he nodded. For a second she thought he might say something else...but then he simply looked out towards the woods and nodded, taking another drink. "I've caught on."

Her pulse dropped back to its usual resting beat, and so she resumed her earlier position, legs crisscrossed and hands at her sides, her mittened palms flush against the deck itself. She tried not to look at him directly (not right away), instead rolling her eyes at the faint snow-angel she'd left in her panic. Snow-amoeba, really. There hadn't been a lot of snowfall since she'd gone out, only enough to barely dust the deck, but if the clouds on the horizon were any sign, they'd be getting more any minute now.

The song inside the lodge ended. A new one began. Beneath them, a different bassline began to thump. One of the windows rattled in its frame.

"You're not being a very good host," she said after a while, shooting him a sidelong look. Despite the scare he'd given her, she couldn't help smirking when their eyes met. He was good at that, Josh - making her forget things like that, smoothing them over without doing anything at all. It was a dangerous skill to have.

"Or I'm the best host," he argued, "rushing out into the night to make sure all my guests are having a good time."

She heard the unspoken question in it, figured maybe that was what she was good at - cutting through his crap. Another dangerous skill, that, just...in a different direction. "I'm having a good time."

"Mmm. Glad to hear it."

"Yup."

It was funny, really, how well she knew him. Maybe not funny in the laugh-out-loud kind of way, maybe funny more in the whacking-your-elbow kind of way, but funny all the same. In her head, Sam counted one, two, three...and then he turned to her again, keeping his bottle close to his mouth the way he did when he was trying to seem unbothered.

"Let's say, hypothetically of course, that you weren't having a good time. You'd tell me, right?"

She turned to him. Nodded. "I would tell you."

"And if, still entirely hypothetically, someone had said or done something to piss you off to such a degree that you had to flee the party..."

Her eyes rolled so hard that they brought the rest of her body with them. "Josh," she said, scooting so she was fully facing him, "I'm fine. Seriously. Things just got a little loud in there, that's all. A little crazy. I know you don't get this, but sometimes I like to just sit out in nature - " she spread her arms wide, gesturing to the mountain and its snowy trees, the stars above, the shimmering ribbon of aurora in the sky, " - so I can think my thoughts to myself. My quiet thoughts. Just so happens that I've...got a few of those, tonight. That's all."

After another drink, he set his beer down on the deck, copying her so they were facing each other, their postures mirrored. He wasn't wearing mittens, though, so she had to figure his hands were freezing. If they were, he didn't seem to care.

"Anything you want to share with the class?" he asked, and again the word appeared in her head: dangerous, dangerous, dangerous.

What she needed to say was no, that there wasn't anything in particular on her mind, that she'd simply wanted a moment to herself. That would've been the smart thing to do, the safe thing to do, but...well. Those warning sirens in her head, they weren't just for his actions, now, were they?

She sniffed from the cold, giving her nose a numb little wiggle, then did something significantly more dangerous than splitting off from the rest of the group, something more dangerous than sitting with her eyes shut and her guard down in the middle of nowhere, something that, as Josh had pointed out himself, she knew better than to do.

She told him the truth.

"Just thinking about how absolutely furious Hannah and Beth would be if I told them I think I have a crush on their brother," she said, measuring her words carefully, watching his face more carefully still. "Between you and me? I kinda feel like they might eat me alive."

[jakejizzka]

Forbidden - pt. 1

jake kiszka x reader

18+ NSFW

TW: drinking, cheating, slight dom vibe, unprotected sex

I have a lot of ideas for this series so I hope you guys like it!

summary: you go to a concert that turns into a night with you will never forget

You were nervous, you’ve never done anything like this before. It’s not a normal occurrence your favorite band would be playing in your city, so after considering your options of company you ultimately decided to go alone. You convince yourself it will be freeing, and a big step for you to do something like this alone. You were going to make Greta Van Fleet’s arena your bitch tonight.

You finish putting on your outfit, which consists of tight black jeans, a cropped low-cut lace black tank top, and a tattered cream linen button up opened with the ends shredded and sleeves rolled up. You put on your assortment of necklaces and golden hoop earrings. Finishing the look with your pit vipers with the word “JOSH” bedazzled across them in red gemstones.

The makeup you put on for this wasn’t your usual but this was your night to be creative, creating thick lines of black eyeliner and a dark red lipstick. After seeing pictures from their last show, you noticed all of them upping their make up game so you threw on some gold tears as well.

You throw on your ankle boots and grab your keys. Let’s do this.

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You get to the venue and the nerves are trying to get the best of you, so you veer to the bathroom for some deep breaths alone in a stall. When you exit, another girl is there with black hair and two blue streaks in the front. She smiles and tells you she loves your Jake outfit. You smile and thank her and laugh as you walk out, not realizing you had done it so obviously. You knew Jake had a girlfriend, they all did actually. Except Josh, and that’s what initially drew you to him as your favorite. At least in your delusions, you could hypothetically stand a chance. You would never admit it, but Jake always seemed to catch your eye but part of you felt guilty…?

You make your way onto the floor and see it’s not as packed as you expected, but the front is definitely full. Making your way over you notice the girl from the bathroom at the barricade, and she waves at you. This was your way in, and you couldn’t thank this kind stranger enough. You scoot through the crowd playing up your friendship with this girl so maybe less people will silently hate you for pushing your way up.

After some small talk with your new acquaintance the arena goes quiet, and then we hear Reason’s For Waiting start echoing around. Suddenly all the nerves in your body have flew out through you into the atmosphere, this is the night you’ve been dreaming of and it’s happening.

Before you know it you hear Josh’s monologue start, and the lights are glowing behind the curtain, suddenly you see their shadows one by one entering the stage and a giant smile spreads across your face.

Then, the curtain dropped.

You were so close the stage lights made you feel like you were glowing, and you watch as the first song played trying to let your eyes adjust. The bass is moving through your chest and you’re screaming the lyrics song after song.

About halfway through you had fully acclimated to your surroundings. Josh is to your left slightly, you were standing on barricade between the middle and Jake’s side. When you decided to move on to take in the next of them, you look at Jake and you swear he was looking back. Deciding you were just wrapped up in the moment, your eyes dance back over to Josh and Danny and keep singing. After another two songs they start playing The Barbarians and the intro guitar solo is coming up, you pan over to Jake and he’s as close as he can get to the edge of the stage. You instinctively lean as far as you can to stare at this man perform magic in front of you. His guitar wails the first note, and he looks up right at you and you swear there’s a smirk on his face. Suddenly your entire body is on fire, the blush consuming your entire face seems to please him because he winks when Josh starts singing and slowly backs up back onto the stage.

You look around sure other people had to of seen what just happened, nobody is phased and you wonder if you’re letting the delusions win again per usual. As if he can read your thoughts, he reappears at the edge of the stage leaning down for the solo at the end of the song and he’s going even harder almost like he doesn’t want you to look away again.

The song comes to an end, with Jake cracking his hand down onto the guitar with a slap, and an apparently necessary glance at you. Your mind is spinning, the gaslighting you are doing to yourself right now is clinical because you know this can’t be real. You know Jake publicly has a long term girlfriend, and nobody else seems to have noticed so why does it feel like he’s making the guitar whine for you and only you right now?

The lights go down after the last song, and they all jog off stage before the encore. You take the few minutes of intermission to collect yourself and ground yourself back to reality, no more delusions. Continuing your chat with the girl next to you, no mention of Jake’s actions were mentioned so you are able to calm down a bit more laughing at yourself. Shots of fireball are being passed around barricade and you gratefully take one.

The crowd roars and you turn around to see the band taking the stage again in the dark. You smile over at your new friend in excitement. Waiting for the lights, security comes out to front the barricade and you see them holding set lists. You know that usually they have security pass these out to avoid any fights breaking out in the front, and you feel excited knowing you’re finally close enough at a show to possibly get one. A tall muscular security member walks over directly in front of you and suddenly you feel bodies pressing on you from all directions, the man reaches to pull your arm far out passed the barricade to ensure the set list goes into your hand specifically.

You smile at his kindness, and wonder what made him choose you but thank him regardless and hold it close to your chest scared of opening it surrounded by everyone. You tuck it into your bra, and grab back onto the rails waiting for lights to blast on.

The lights come on, and they’ve all assumed their positions again with grins. It warms your heart to see your favorite people enjoying their show so much, knowing this arena is filled with people cheering them on. You look to Josh as he’s talking into the microphone and you remember your sunglasses.

Taking them off you start swinging them around out past the rails hoping by some miracle he takes them for the encore. He sees you and shoots you a smile, but continues talking. The next thing you know, the same security guard is taking them from you to hand up and it feels like the floor is going to cave in below you or maybe you’ll float to the ceiling.

But then, you watch the glasses go up to Jake. He thanks the security guard, and looks at you then reads the glasses and rolls his eyes. He looks at you shakes his head and puts them on with a mischievous grin. You look up at him and feel heat flooding your cheeks. Then the song starts, and he’s gone again.

You are feeling a whirlwind of thoughts consume you, irrational, rational, it feels like your mind can’t keep up with the emotions coursing through your body right now. After this last interaction, it’s as if Jake is the only one on this stage. You can’t look away and he seems to know because he doesn’t give you anymore attention the rest of the night almost like he’s playing some game you don’t know about.

You stare on longing for one more glance, and finally you get it. Seconds before the lights cut again and they leave for good, he looks dead at you and gives you a big grin showing his teeth and his eyes were piercing into yours in a way that had you feeling like that fireball shot was actually 5.

Lights cut off, they leave and everyone starts shuffling away. Still stunned and shocked you stand there in a daze for apparently too long because security starts shooing people off the rails and you snap back into reality. Looking around it’s apparent your new friend was here with a group because everyone is gone, and you’re just slowly exiting trying to process what all just happened.

You get back to your car and start loading your bag into the back, and pull out a hoodie to throw on over your revealing top because it’s late now and the temperature has dropped. Sitting down, you crank the car and reach into your shirt and pull out your set list finally safe to look at. Smiling, you open it up and your jaw drops.

There’s a guitar pick taped int the middle of it with Jake’s name on it, and when you go to remove it, you see in small sneaky handwriting there’s a phone number underneath it. There’s no way this is….? Thinking you’re being pranked you grab your cell phone before taking off on the drive, and type in the number to text.

“Whoever this is, this isn’t funny. I don’t know what you think you saw but I don’t appreciate the mocking.”

There’s no immediate response so you close the screen, and throw it in the passenger seat starting your drive home.

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You arrive home, and start your way upstairs to your apartment when you feel a buzzing in your pocket.

“If part of you didn’t think it might be me, then why’d you text this number hm?”

Suddenly you forget how to breathe, you almost drop your phone. This isn’t happening, this isn’t…..nope. No way. Not possible

“Prove it.”

You hurry up the stairs and before you even reach the top your phone buzzes again, twice.

“I’m going to try to not let this hurt my feelings, by the way.”

A picture of the JOSH sunglasses sitting on an unfamiliar table follows.

You feel goosebumps start all over your body, and a blush spreading across your cheeks. What….what do you even say? How is this…another buzz comes through.

“I trust you to not share this number with anyone, and in return maybe we can meet up for a little after party of our own?”

A gigantic smile takes over you and as you look down at your phone. You’re not crazy…all of those things really DID happen. He was just so smooth nobody else seemed to catch any of it.

You type back,

“Well…okay. Just tell me when and where. P.S.- Jealous about the glasses still?”

You walk into your apartment and sit your things down plopping onto the couch staring at the conversation waiting for the next message to come through in disbelief.

“Send me your address, and I will come bearing alcohol & gifts. P.S. Yes, very.”

Your better judgment says not to do this, but who else could have taken a picture like that of the glasses you know you made…this is actually happening and that reality is sinking in now.

You send him your address and say nothing else. Looking around your apartment you panic thinking about Jake Fucking Kiszka being in here. The blow off the nervous energy you start rearranging things, cleaning surfaces, lighting candles. You put on your favorite playlist at the moment, making sure it’s not one with any Greta Van Fleet so you don’t look corny as hell. It’s all coming together the best it will, when you hear three tiny knocks at your door.

You almost yelp in surprise and jump up, cautiously moving to the door. Looking out the peep hole you see a smug Jake Kiszka staring right into it. Holy. Fucking. Shit. His linen pants and black tee shirt are fit against his body perfectly, he has his hair pulled back and those god forsaken sunglasses.

Your hand is shaking and you unlock the door and crack it open and stare with your jaw open. He chuckles and slides his hand in the small opening you’ve allowed then says “So can I come in? Or are you trying to get me caught already?” he gestures to the openness of your parking lot with cars pulling in and out. You stare at his deep warm brown eyes for a moment getting lost.

You snap into reality and open the door all the way and just mumble “yeah sorry..um”. He walks in and sets the liquor he brought on your coffee table and then you see him take a deep breath before turning around to face you.

He stands a little awkwardly but still confident in your living room.

“So are you going to tell me your name now? Or just stand there with your mouth open because I can work with that too…up to you” He winks at you. It takes your brain a moment to catch up to the flirty joke.

“Oh um, yeah I’m y/n. Hi.” You try to keep your jaw attached to your face and act normal, softly laughing.

“I know you’re probably confused as fuck right now why Jake Kiszka is standing in your apartment right?” you nod in response to his statement. He looks at you for a moment, seeming hesitant then you see the hesitation fade in his eyes.

He smirks, “Well the bad news is I don’t have an explanation for you. Besides the fact I couldn’t keep my eyes off you all night tonight. You really truly almost made me mess up a few of my solos, so thanks for that.” He rolls his eyes at you with a smile, almost seeming like he’s the nervous one now.

You start stuttering, “I thought……you have…..don’t you……you are..with..”

He cuts you off, pressing his finger to your mouth and moving in closer to you. He gets so close, you can smell him now and it makes you blush, it’s a mix of rum and a warm vanilla with sweat. He takes off his sunglasses finally, I mean it’s almost midnight for christ sakes anyway.

“I know you don’t owe me anything y/n, but please don’t make me think about it. About her. I need this, if you’ll allow me to have it…” He trails off and stares at you with warm amber colored eyes, and you can see there’s something in there you can’t place. Maybe it’s a hint of vulnerability. Whatever it is, it makes you let your guard down and smile at him.

“Okay so, I won’t ask too many questions I guess. What are we drinking?” You head to the kitchen to grab some glasses. On the way there your mind is spinning.

You hear a sigh of relief come from the living room and a quiet “I brought options since I don’t know you really…yet anyway” you sense the smile in his voice at the last two words.

You walk out with two glasses analyzing the options and your eyes widen at the vodka. “Oh great, my favorite. I actually don’t even like fireball you know…” You say with a smirk.

This gets a laugh out of him and the mood is lifted instantly, his laugh makes your heart flutter in your chest. His shoulders relax a bit and he gives you a soft smile. He pours you both your drinks and you go to sit on the couch, while he makes himself at home going through your vinyl collection. His hand stops on The Battle at Garden’s Gate, and he looks over at you with the dumbest grin and you roll your eyes.

Chuckling he makes his way over to you, and sits down beside you on the couch resting a hand on your thigh.

“Listen, y/n I know that you know…I have my girlfriend. But things just…..” he trails off “Things aren’t great…for me..right now…for us…and I just felt something watching you tonight I haven’t felt in awhile. I needed to see you to see if….you’d want to help me out with these…feelings..to see if you think I’m crazy or if you felt it too maybe.” He looks into your eyes hoping you understand his scattered thoughts, and you do.

You nod, and without much thought just vodka confidence you lean in to him and whisper in his ear “I’ll help you with any kind of feelings you need me to Jake”.

He visibly shivers at your breath going down his neck, and something in his eyes darkens. “Tell me at any point if you want me to stop or leave or anything and I will, okay?”

“Okay” you smile, knowing that’s the last thing that’s going to happen.

“Okay” he repeats biting his lip staring at yours. He leans in and presses his lips to yours and you can feel him melt against you.

You move your hand up his neck and reach back to the hair tie in his hair pulling it out letting his hair go. He smiles against the kiss when you do this, your new found confidence clearly impressing him.

With his hair down now, you run your hands up into it and give it a gentle tug wondering if he’ll notice. A small groan from his throat is his response, and he pushes his tongue against your lips begging to be let in. You lick his lips back, and soon your tongues are dancing in and out of each other’s mouths with heavy breaths.

You pull away, and look at him taking in his beautiful hair and beautiful face for a second and he raises and eyebrow at you. “I was going to see if you want to go to my bedroom?” you ask trying to hide your blushing.

“Oh, y/n that’s exactly why I came here darling” he grins at you and tucks your hair behind your ear. He stands up and reaches out for your hand in a dramatic Jake-esque instagram picture way that makes you roll your eyes into the back of your skull. You grab his hand and he starts laughing.

“Lead the way princess” he whispers.

You led him down the hallway to your bedroom and before you’ve even fully walked into the room your being pressed against the wall and he’s kissing you like his life depends on it. The darkness in his eyes is on full blast when you look at him, and his lips twitch up in the corner before diving into your neck covering it in kisses and bites.

Without realizing it you’re letting out whimpers with each bite, and it’s driving him insane. He growls when he says “Fuck you sound so pretty, darling” and that sends a full body shiver through you.

He lifts you off the wall onto his waist and carries you over to the bed laying you down carefully. He’s looking down at you like he hasn’t eaten in weeks, and you’re the only meal in sight. Slowly, he leans down over you and places another deep kiss on your lips.

He moves down beside your ear, and whispers “After tonight, you’re not going to be able to look at any of my brothers ever again, not the way you’ll look at me.”

A moan escapes out past your lips and it surprises you, sending a blush down your body. He smiles like a predator showing its teeth to its prey.

His hands are everywhere, he’s touching over your body frantically small groans coming from his chest the whole time, “God I needed this, you have no idea y/n”

You run a hand through his hair while he’s working his hand up your shirt, and you whisper “You can use me to meet your needs anytime, sir” and then the most heavenly reverberating moan comes from his mouth.

He starts undressing you as quickly as his hands let him, heavily breathing out “beautiful” and “unbelievable” and other praises the whole time. Once you’re fully naked, exposed to him, he stands up to undress himself and just stares at you with eyes full of wonder and lust. Once he’s completely naked you gasp, involuntarily, at just how truly beautiful this man is. He looks up through his hair smiling, before climbing back over you.

With him on top of you, you can feel his heartbeat racing and his pupils are blown wide open. You see how much he needs this so you ask, “Could you lay down for a second and I can take care of you a little bit..if you’d like that?”

His eyes flutter for a moment and a smirk grows on his face as he lays down on his back he says “I would fucking love that, you have no idea. God you’re perfect.”

You move to hover over him straddling his lap, every movement you make gaining grunts and moans from him. You start kissing his neck making sure to take your time so he can enjoy this as much as you can tell he needs to.

You lick from his neck down to his chest and then finally to his stomach. God is it perfect, so soft and so completely Jake. You couldn’t have dreamed you’d ever be seeing it with your own two eyes this way. You place kisses all over his stomach, making your way to his hips placing gentle bites at both of them. He bites his lips and you swear you hear a little whimper come out.

You waste no more time, and lick down his entire length stunned at the size. You swirl your tongue around his head, and his hips start moving up begging for more.

You take all of him into your mouth, moaning onto him. His hand travels down and grabs a handful of your hair.

Pulling the fistful of hair tighter he says, “That’s it baby, good girl.”

His praise encourages you and you sink down feeling him fill the back of your throat. The moan that comes out of him in reaction is heavenly. You want to hear it over and over.

He starts thrusting his hips up into you, taking control but you can tell he’s still holding back trying to be gentle with you.

The grip in your hair gets tighter and the sting sends a shiver through you. God he looks so perfect right now. His eyes closed, biting his lip moaning sweet praises.

Suddenly he’s slips himself out of your mouth, and he’s positioned you on your hands and knees.

“I’m hoping you will see me again soon, and I want to really take my time with you over and over.” He leans down into your ear and whispers, “but I need you right fucking now, so will you be a good girl for me and let me fuck you?”

Hearing him talk to you that way makes you start aching and throbbing for him. “Please Jake, yes.”

He grabs your hair again, and you feel him teasing you with his head spreading your wetness all over himself. “Please, what?” He growls out.

“Yes, sir. Please. I need it.”

That sends him plunging into you hard, and his hands grip onto your hips with force. His pace is brutal in the best imaginable way and your vision starts blurring from the pleasure building up in you already.

Without missing a stroke he sends his hand flying down to smack your ass, the sting makes you whimper and then another wave of pleasure crashes down.

He’s already losing the battle he’s putting up to last longer and he is wincing fighting back the release coming. “F-fuck baby, I think I’m close already. God.”

You feel it building in you as well, a tightness creeping through all your muscles “Let go sir, for me?” And next thing you know he’s going even harder, sending himself crashing over the edge of his orgasm into you. Your own following right behind him, you scream out his name at the force of his last stroke.

After a riding through it together, he collapses onto your back and pulls you close. He places a soft kiss on your forehead, and just whispers “Thank you y/n, thank you…”

Once you both catch your breath and lay there for a few minutes kissing and still touching you hear something on the floor buzzing.

His eyes grow wide and he jumps up to grab his phone.

“Fuck!” He starts pacing and getting dressed in the process. He looks at you with regretful eyes, as he answers the phone.

“Hey baby, what’s up?”

Silence, while you hear a woman on the other end. His eyes never leave yours and you know he’s not hearing a word she’s saying.

“Hey, sweetie can I call you when I get back on the bus? It’s hard to hear right now I’m out with the boys.”

After a few moments, he hangs up and silently finishes getting dressed then helping you do the same.

“I’m so sorry y/n, you don’t deserve that right after….after that. It was so amazing, and I’m just sorry that happened.”

Unknown to him, it didn’t seem to phase you for some reason. Did part of you…even like it? Being his secret?…you notice him staring at you waiting for a response so you just shake your head.

“It’s fine Jake…i uh, I get it.”

His eyes are soft as he grabs your chin placing another kiss on your lips. “If I text you, will you still answer? I need to see you again.” His eyes are big, almost begging.

You smile at him and reply, “Just let me know when and where Jakey, I’ll be there for you.”

After some probably inappropriate jokes and flirty remarks he walks to your front door holding your hand. He turns before opening it, and it looks like he has more to say but he doesn’t. He just places a hand on the side of your head gently and kisses your forehead.

He turns, and walks out your door. And you’re left stunned, trying to grasp what the fuck kind of night you just had. You should feel guilty, or maybe sad after that phone call….but all you can do is smile and wonder when he will text you again.

You start to drift off to sleep, and you see your phone light up with one notification. A single text from Jake that just reads,

“Thank you”

You smile and let the exhaustion take you, and drift off reliving your night in your head.

[kiszka-jake]

Chapter 2: Road Not Taken

Katie’s POV- Age 16

Jake leaned over and turned the radio up. “This is my favorite Oasis song, you’ll love it.” I leaned back against the headrest of his Jeep and watched him tap his hand on the steering wheel as he sang along. “Heyyyy Lyla. The stars about to fall so what do you sayyyy, Lyla?” 

I love moments like this when it’s just us and he’s not afraid to sing. He’s just as good as Josh, but he would never get on a stage and do it. He stuck his hand out in a fake microphone gesture and flashed me one his huge smiles. “Come on Kates, this is your solo chorus.” I cleared my throat and tried to keep up. 

“Something, something Lyyyylaaa,” I sang through my laughter. He flicked his hair out of his eyes and looked over at me with a serious look. 

“I can’t wait to marry you.”

“You think we’re gonna get married?”

“Of course. After I make millions playing guitar and you’re a big fancy lawyer. We can build a mansion and have 4 kids.” 

He pulled into my driveway and turned in the seat to face me. I leaned forward and brought my lips close to his face as I whispered, “Oh, so now we’re having four kids? Easy for you to say when you’re not the one actually doing it.”

He tucked my hair behind my ears and leaned in even closer, “I would have as many kids as you want to, Katie,” he said as he pushed his lips onto mine. His hand was starting to slide up my shirt until the porch light flicked on. He jumped back and grinned at me across the car. 

“I think that light is your dad saying he doesn’t want me to have my way with you in his driveway.” 

I grabbed my bag and shoved him a little. “You’re so gross sometimes Jake,” I said while laughing. I started walking up my driveway when he yelled out the window.

“Hey Katie!”

I turned around and raised my eyebrow at him.

“I love you” 

I ran back to his car window and grabbed his face in my hands to give him one last kiss. 

“I love you too,” I said as we slowly pulled apart. “Always and forever. Even when you become a famous rock star and forget about me back here in Michigan.” 

He rolled his eyes at as he rolled his window up and reversed out of the driveway. He cranked the radio and started blasting Lyla as he drove down the street and screamed out one final time “I could never forget someone like you!”

When I got to the door, my dad was waiting with an amused expression on his face. “I don’t know if I should yell at him for bringing you back late or for waking up the entire neighborhood.” 

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Katie’s POV- October 2023

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I whispered to Grace as my parents suv pulled into the Kiszka’s gravel driveway. She glanced at the front seat where my parents were to make sure they weren’t listening.

“Ok, well Karen texted your mom and told her she invited us, so unless you want to tell your mom whyyyy you don’t want to go…” 

She’s right and I hate when she is. I sighed and turned around to look at Lyla in her car seat. The sparkly butterfly barrette was still perfectly placed in her hair and her lilac sweatshirt stain free. 

“Is this where the party is at mommy?” 

I smiled at her and tried to pretend I didn’t feel like I was about to throw up. 

“It sure is Ly, and remember you have to be on your best behavior while we’re here.”

She nodded at me and I knew she understood. She was always well behaved anyway. 

Lyla held my hand as we walked up to the front door. My heart was pounding as I thought of all the times I had been up this path. My mom barely had time to knock on the door before Karen swung it open. The parents all fawned over each other as Lyla patiently waited to go in. 

Our welcome was interrupted by a dog pushing past Karen and running out the door. 

“Rose stop!” 

Sam squeezed out the door and started chasing after her. Lyla let go of my hand and turned to run after her too. “Puppy!” Sam had caught up with Rose across the street, and Lyla was running straight over to pet her. I didn’t even have a chance to stop her before I saw the car coming fast down the road. Sam dropped Rose, and reached to pull Lyla out of the street at the last second. I couldn’t breathe even when I saw him pick her up and wipe away the tears that appeared on her face. She buried her head in his neck while he carried her back to the house. 

“It’s okay, you don’t have to cry. You just got scared. I was scared too.” He was still reassuring her as he walked over to me. He smiled at me and adjusted Lyla in his arms. 

“Hey Katie, I forgot you know how to make an entrance.” 

One of the things I always loved about Sam was his ability to make the worst situations fun. I tried to smile back, but I’m pretty sure it looked more like a grimace. I reached out to take Lyla from him, but she just tightened her grip on his neck. He laughed and swore he didn’t mind holding her until she wanted to get down. 

Everything had happened so fast that I forgot we were all still standing on their front porch. Karen ushered my parents and Grace inside to visit with all the other guests. She stuck her head out the door as she closed it, “I figured you guys need a minute. Just come in when you’re recovered.” She said it with a genuine smile like what just happened didn’t phase her at all. I guess after raising four kids, it probably didn’t. 

Lyla turned her head on Sam’s shoulder so she was looking at me with one eye. 

“I’m sorry mommy. I didn’t mean to run in the road.” 

I pushed the hair out of her face and leaned over. “It’s okay, I’m not mad. I know you were just excited about the puppy. But you always have to look both ways and ask mommy before you go in the street.”

She nodded her head up and down, closed her eyes and snuggled against Sam.

“Sorry, it’s her nap time and she gets really heavy when she sleeps. I should probably just get her in the car and take her home after all that excitement.”

Sam laughed as he held her with ease, “You guys can’t leave yet, you just got here. She can take a nap in my room.” I smiled at him and tried to look grateful for his suggestion, even though my plan for escaping without seeing Jake was just ruined. 

He bounced her up and down like he did this all the time. “Her name is Lyla, right?”

I nodded at him as I watched her relaxed breathing in his arms.

He shifted his eyes to look at her sleeping face. “Cute name for a cute kid.” He said as he led us up to the front door. 

The party had moved to the backyard, so we had the house to ourselves as we walked the familiar hall to the room he shared with Jake and Josh. When he opened the door, it’s like I was going back in time. Everything was exactly the same as I remembered it. Same bedspreads, posters on the walls and clothes hanging out of the closet. 

“It almost looks like we still live here,” Sam said with a laugh. “I guess we just thought we’d be right back, but we haven’t really had the chance.” He looked at the suitcase flung open on his bed and nodded at Jake’s. 

“We can put her on Jake’s bed and he still has Mr.Scruffy which I bet she’ll love.”

I looked at Jake’s pillow to see the worn out stuffed dog he was obsessed with as a kid. “No way this thing hasn’t disintegrated yet.” I said with a chuckle as I picked it up. “Isn’t it amazing?” Sam remarked as he gently placed Lyla on the bed. He slipped Mr.Scruffy into her open arms and then we backed out of the room.

We stood in the hallway in an uncomfortable silence for a moment before Sam cleared his throat and started speaking, “Jake hasn’t loved anyone the way he loved you.”

I looked at with a stunned expression on my face. “Sam…you just saved my daughter’s life and then the next thing you say after years of not seeing me is that?”

He smiled to himself before looking at me, “Well when you say it like that, I guess I could see how it came out. But I just had to tell you before we go outside and you see him,” he raised an eyebrow at me and leaned closer, ”unless of course you have a boyfriend. Maybe Lyla’s dad?”

I felt my cheeks turning red as I broke eye contact. “No, we’re not together.” 

To Sam’s credit, he tried to feign disappointment like that was the saddest news he ever heard. “Oh darn, I guess that means you’re available.” He said with a charming grin. He was so forward but that was just him. I couldn’t be mad. I was more impressed that he had to balls to outright say it. 

I rolled my eyes at him and looked at their family photos on the wall. There were some newer ones of that showed them on stage in front of huge crowds. Jake living his dreams. My stomach flipped at the thought of seeing him outside. 

“Hey- before we go out there, why don’t you show me some videos of what you guys play now?” I hoped he couldn’t hear the desperation in my voice. I was trying to stall the inevitable 

He let out a fake gasp with a look of shock.

“You mean to tell me that you haven’t been keeping up with our career? I can’t believe this.” 

“I know it’s so rude of me. I just hope you’re better than the garage days at this point.” 

He slipped his phone out of his pocket and headed back towards the living room. 

“Come on, I’ll let you be the judge.”

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 Jake’s POV- October 2023

I was helping my dad with the fire when i saw her. Not to sound cliche, but I felt everything slow down and time stand still. She was laughing at something Sam said with a real genuine smile, unlike the string of influencer wannabes I’d been hanging out with. Her long brown hair was flying around in the wind and she wasn’t worried about trying to fix it. Those might even be the same beat up Converse she had five years ago. 

Sam pointed at me and she shifted her eyes to meet mine. I was hoping that maybe she missed me too, but the anger and hurt shining in her eyes was apparent. Why is she still mad at me after 5 years? 

“Katie!” My dad yelled over my shoulder.

She broke eye contact with me and her face immediately lit up with a huge smile. She walked over and gave him a hug while avoiding me.

“I forgot how fun your parties always are.”

My dad smiled at her as he looked around at all of our friends in their backyard. 

“They’re always more fun when you’re here. We’ve missed having you around.”

She glanced over at me while taking a sip of her drink. “I’ve missed you guys too. Are Josh and Ronnie around? They’re the only ones I haven’t gotten to talk to yet.” 

I let out a snort and she raised an eyebrow at me. My dad looked between us and cleared his throat. “I’ll let you two catch up,” he said as he walked over to his friends.

We stared at each other like two strangers meeting for the first time. Like we didn’t discover every inch of each other together in the house behind us. I tried to catch her green eyes, but she just looked away. 

“So you don’t have anything to say?” I asked while fidgeting with the bracelet on my wrist. 

She opened her mouth to speak right when Josh ran over. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up while she screamed and spilled her drink. 

“God, I missed you” he shouted while spinning her around. 

“Ok, ok I missed you too! Just put me down” she said while laughing. When her feet were back on the ground, they launched into an animated conversation while I stood by awkwardly intruding. 

“Mommy!” I looked up to see Grace walking over with a miniature version of Katie. 

Katie beamed at her and crouched down to her level. “Did you have a good nap?” 

She nodded excitedly and looked up to Josh and I. Katie picked her up and faced Josh and Grace. Leaving me out again. 

“This is Lyla,” she said to Josh. He reached out to shake her hand while she giggled at him. He’s always been good at making kids like him. 

“Lyla, huh?” I said to Katie’s back. She turned around and looked at me with a blank expression. 

“My daddy picked it!” Lyla said to me. I grinned at her and looked at the stuffed dog in her hands. “Did you find that inside?” I asked. She nodded her head and her brown curls bounced around.

 “Sam gave it to her to nap with, but I’ll put it back.” Katie said as she reached to take it from her. Lyla looked disappointed and I felt an urge to make her happy. 

“That’s alright, she can keep it.” I said. Her little brown eyes lit up and she squealed out a thank you to me. 

Katie opened her mouth to say something, but we were interrupted yet again. 

“We’ll aren’t you just the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!” My mom said as she walked up to Katie and Lyla. The universe just doesn’t want me and Katie to speak I guess. I wandered back towards the house and pulled my phone out of my pocket to see a new text from Sam.

Katie doesn’t have a boyfriend 😏 

I looked over at my family talking to her like no time had passed at all while I replayed our brief interaction in my mind. They wouldn’t be trying so hard if they knew what happened between us. 

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“Well that was fun.” Josh said as he flopped back on his twin sized mattress. 

“Cheers to that.” Sam said as he walked into our old bedroom and jumped on his bed.

“Yeah, Katie’s kid is cute. Do we know who the dad is?” Josh said while he chugged the last of his beer. 

“No, but I bet you’re drunk enough to text her and ask right now.” Sam replied with a grin that he knew would egg Josh on.

Josh, never one to turn down a bet, smirked at Sam and picked his phone up. I groaned and decided to finally speak up. 

“Just leave her alone.” I said while rubbing my hands down my face.

“We’ve left her alone for 5 years because you asked us to and she was our friend too.” Josh said while scrolling his contacts for her name. 

I heard the phone ringing and rolled over on my bed to face the dark blue wall. 

“Just leave me out of whatever you’re doing.”

Sam let out a drunk giggle and sat next to Josh on his plaid comforter while they waited for her to answer.

“Josh?”

They both squealed like high school girls while trying to gain a little composure.

“Uhhh guys?” Katie said over their laughter. I smiled to  as I thought of all the times the four of us would hang out and they would mess around with her like this.

Sam grabbed the phone from Josh and started talking.

“Kates. Sorry about that. We just wanted to call and say we had a great time seeing you today and would love to hang out again tomorrow if you’re free.” 

“Oh well I don’t know what I’m doing yet…” 

Josh leaned over Sam and started yelling into the phone.

“Listen we don’t care about Jake and you know you had fun with us today.”

I rolled back over and raised an eyebrow at him and he waved me off without even looking up.

She let out a laugh at him insulting me and cleared her throat. “Well I guess we could go to lunch.”

“Great! Come over tomorrow and we’ll figure out where to go.”

Sam cleared his throat and looked at Josh expectantly. Josh nodded and started to speak again.

“Oh Katie? Can I ask you something.”

She paused for a minute before answering.

“Sure.”

“Well you know I think we used to be best friends so, you can tell us this and it won’t leave this room.”

“You’re drunk aren’t you?” I could hear the smile playing on her lips.

Sam started cracking up and Josh muted the phone to hit him.

“Perhaps I am. But more importantly, we would like to know who Lyla’s dad is so we can go speak to him. Just a friendly man to man conversation about the lack of presence in her life.” 

I decided to use her silence as a chance to interject. “I bet it’s that guy Michael she used to make us hang out with. You know the douche who couldn’t stop mentioning he was a Harvard legacy?” 

Sam started laughing again at my comment and Josh once again muted the call and hit him.

“Of course you still can’t help yourself from making comments about my friends. But no, you never met her dad. I hung out with him after we broke up and he decided to not be around. We’re fine without him.” 

Josh shifted on the bed uncomfortably as he finally started to sober up and realize this call was a bad idea. 

“Hey,” he said softly,” I’m sorry I asked. I didn’t mean anything by it, but we really do want to see you again.”

“I know. I’ll see you and Sam tomorrow.”

He hung up the phone and Sam came over and punched my arm.

“Ha she doesn’t want to see you, but she wants to see us.”

I rolled my eyes and turned back to the wall ignoring them. 

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Katie’s POV- October 2023

For the second time this week I’m standing on the Kiszka front porch. 

The door swung open and I was face to face with Jake. He looks good and he knows it. His hair is a little longer, his body a little more filled out. The dark jeans and black button down somehow made him even more attractive. We stared at each other for a moment until I cleared my throat and spoke.

“I’m just here to meet Josh and Sam”

“I know. They’re out with our parents but they should be back in a minute.”

He turned and walked into the house as I stood in the open doorway. He spoke up without turning back around, “I know you’re more accustomed to entering this house through my bedroom window, but feel free to use the door.”

My feet moved forward as I tried to hide the smile playing on my lips. I closed the door and turned to look at him sitting on the couch. 

“If memory serves, I only used the window a few times”

He looked me up and down and jerked his chin towards the other end of the couch and I sank into the familiar leather. The room was filled with uncomfortable silence as I sat next to the boy who used to know every part of me. I was letting my eyes wander every spot in the room to avoid his gaze when he spoke up. 

“Do you still hate me?”

I tried to fight the flush that was rising in my cheeks as I tried to think of an answer to the question I wasn’t prepared for. All I could come up with was another question back.

“What?”

He looked at me with the soft brown eyes that reminded me of the boy I fell in love with. The same eyes that I see in Lyla everyday. It almost made me forget about the douchey rockstar he grew up to be. 

“I know you probably weren’t expecting me to ask that, but after the way you looked at me yesterday…I think you still hate me.”

I sighed and looked at the ceiling. 

“It’s been years and we don’t need to rehash this. I don’t hate you. I barely think about you and I’m sure you haven’t thought about me at all.” I hope that sounded convincing to him. 

He broke into a slow grin that revealed his perfect teeth. 

“If you say so.”

He ran his hand through his hair and cleared his throat before meeting my eyes again.

“So tell me about Lyla.”

My heart started racing at the mention of our daughter. “Um well maybe I can just show you some videos of her…” I fumbled through my purse for my phone and started scrolling through my camera roll when a callused hand reached over and plucked it away from me. 

“I just wanna scroll your baby pictures. Maybe a nude or two. Whatever I come across” 

I rolled my eyes and accepted defeat. 

“Trust me, you won’t find any. It’s not like I have anyone to send them to.”

He ignored me and kept his eyes trained on my phone.

“She really is cute,” He said as he paused on a photo of her eating an ice cream cone. I felt my pulse quicken while he looked at the picture. Was he noticing the huge grin on her face that looked exactly like his? Or her eyes that matched Sam’s? “You know my mom couldn’t stop going on about her last night. Kept saying how cute she is and how one of us should give her grandchildren soon.” 

The pit in my stomach returned as I thought about how much his mom would love her if she knew the truth. 

He was still staring at the picture with a far away look when he started speaking quietly again. “So you really never think about how-“ 

His sentence was cut off by the front door swinging open and the rush of activity as his family entered. I cut him a look that I hoped conveyed that he should shut up and not finish that sentence. 

We both stood up to greet them as I grabbed my bag and headed towards his brothers. He put his hand on my shoulder and I felt a million lighting bolts jolt through my body. He pulled me into a hug and I lost the ability to breathe.

“It was really nice to see you again.” He whispered in my ear. I broke away from his embrace and gave him a shaky smile. I turned back towards the door as he called to my back. 

“Maybe now you can unblock me on Instagram.”

tag list: @fleetingjake @hollyco

[likeadevils]

What exactly happened between Taylor and Olivia Rodrigo?

it seems like neither partner really wants to talk about it, i would guess because there’s not that much to talk about. like, the list down there looks long, but (from the outside, as someone who casually keeps up with olivia) i would characterize it as a series of small but complicated events that caused olivia to decide she couldn’t grow as an artist while under taylor’s shadow. and from what i can tell, those are:

olivia felt creatively stifled, and taylor getting writing credits on deja vu heightened that— she’s mentioned a few times how damaging other artists claiming credits on sour was to her creative process, and how it made her feel like she couldn’t write anything original enough to be worthwhile. to be fair, olivia outright said she got the idea for the screaming part on deja vu from listening to cruel summer, so like. it wasn’t like taylor didn’t deserve credit, but i don’t think olivia was wrong for being hurt by it— it’s hard enough to find your voice as a 17/18/19 year old, let alone when all anyone can say is how it sounds just like this other person who did it much better than you. that’s going to take a toll, and taylor was (imo completely unintentionally) part of that storm for olivia

i also wouldn’t be surprised if olivia felt a little stung by taylor being so close to sabrina, even though i imagine all parties involved understand each other’s reasoning. but that’s just pure speculation on my part, i don’t think anyone close to olivia has even hinted at that. olivia has taken great pains to make it clear that she was mad at uh. josh something? jake? feminism win, local blogger forgets that guys name. but anyway shes always been careful to make her songs and public statements about that guy’s wrongdoings, not sabrina. that being said, from olivia’s music, it seems like she struggles a lot with comparing herself to other women, even as she knows that’s not like, a good path to go down. and uh. “my favorite artist has been so kind and patient with the woman who my first love left me for, while said favorite artist flippantly hit me where i’m weakest” is an tempting narrative to make yourself feel really bad, and who among us has not felt the call of an tempting narrative to make ourselves feel really bad

irregardless of any hurt, i think a big part of olivia distancing herself from taylor is an attempt to distance her brand from like, the “taylor swift fan first, songwriter in her own right second” thing that interviewers and to a certain degree the general public was treating her like.

i really don’t want this to come across as like, olivia is overly emotional and taylor is a careless money-hungry superstar, so of course olivia harbors a deep animosity to taylor— i think it’s just a case of two people who aren’t in a place where they can have a healthy, close mentorship, at least not publicly. and that’s okay! sometimes you come into peoples lives when you aren’t ready, and out of respect for them and you, you move on. from what they’ve chosen to make public, i don’t think it’s a feud, just olivia doing what she needs to do to grow as an artist and person

[mrsvnk]

i have redrawn art because Josh looked like fcking Edward Cullen

also i wanted to write little fic about the Washingtons (now have only ideas\notes). so, please, if you know the same story, send the name!

some notes:

Josh keeps breathing. It was only his sick mind, lost fight against the guilt. Hannah was dead. Beth was dead. He will be dead very soon because of the so fcking real monster with butterfly tattoo on its arm. And Josh has no idea what will be ended first: his mind, drowing in whispers and a rumbling snomach, or his freezing ass. He has to find a way to escape, find a way to apologize...

Josk knows he is not alone. He's looking through the fingers at the people in the darkness. They're keeping silence, sometimes laughing at him crying and calling Mike or Sam. Josh is sure: his mind just found the new cruel game. And... God, he is so hungry.

Beth is dead, was eaten by his monster-sister with a stupid tattoo. And Josh, rocking himself like a baby, is crying and refusing to look at his sister squatting in front of him in her silly hat. Her voice is hoarse due to long one-year pause of talking, and Josh doesn't want to believe she have talked to Hannah too. For a month.

Her voice's becoming higher when his stomache's screaming. Josh's feeling like nothing worth will happens to him, even if he eat the damn man's head. Beth shakes hers and laughs. "Oh, brother, sis Hannah absolutely would disagree."

Josh's listening Beth's stories about people hating the mines. "More than seventy years, Josh. They were so happy for their friends after the collapse, but... God. It's like a movie without happy end. Bad movie."

Even his sick mind is terrified. Can this fcking mountain be alive? He doesn't know. But Beth does.

All this way Josh's waiting for Beth to accuse him, but this time she seems too happy to blame him for her death.

Beth tells him how Hannah, as usual, sloppily scattered things all over the mine and forgot about them. Josh laughs. He is sure that one day Hannah will forget her head. Beth's hysterical laughter was too long.

Beth tells him about how Hannah and she tried to find a way out, but Hannah's broken leg, cold and hunger were always against them. "At first we stuck together, and then we started fighting. She was talking about food all the time. Her leg healed too fast. She jumped like a frog, brother. Believe, we found a way out." Beth's gaze becomes too sad, and for a moment there is a flash of horror and fear, as if his sister has seen firsthand the real flaying of a man. "It was dawn, brother, and after sunset we didn't talk anymore."

Josh breathes in the frosty air and looks at the dawn. The foggy mind notices the helicopter, the hearing remotely catches voices, screaming words. Josh distinguishes Matt and Jess' names among his own and looks around, as if hoping that they will be next to him. But it's just Beth here, and for some reason she doesn't want to go with him anymore.

Beth instinctively grabbed his arm as Josh took a step forward. He was sure that his sister would follow him. Hannah never came back.

The rays of the sun enveloped Josh. He knows that the bruises on his face and the blood look terrible, that his skin is almost purple from the cold. Turning around, Josh feels the longing engulf him at the sight of Beth, whose face seems untouched by either the weather or the year spent in the mines. There is darkness behind her, and even from here Josh can hear the annoying drops falling on rotten boards and stones.

"Promise you'll come back for me, Josh."

He promises.

[brightbeautifulthings]

Hello, lovelies! Tell Me Something Tuesday is a meme created by Rainy Day Ramblings and currently hosted by Because Reading Is Better Than Real Life, That's What I'm Talking About, For What It's Worth, Book Girl of Mur-y-Castell and Offbeat YA. It provides weekly discussion prompts on various book and blogging topics with optional participation. You can sign up for prompts here.

This week’s prompt is: What are some of your favourite indie/small pub authors/books?

I adore this prompt because I have SO many small/indie press books that I love that don't get enough attention. It's the saddest thing to love an incredible gem of a book and know it’s not getting the proper hype. I was going to try to narrow this list down to five (and then ten), but these all deserve my love and recognition, so here are ten indie/small press books you might not have heard of, and two you probably have (although if you've spent any amount of time on my blog, you’ve probably heard me screeching about all of them before).

The Art of Escaping by Erin Callahan (Amberjack Publishing) I could scream forever about Callahan's writing. She's easily one of my favorite small press authors, and I would read anything she ever published without question. A very well-done YA contemporary coming-of-age story about authenticity and friendship, with barely a hint of romance.

Dream Keeper by Amber R. Duell (The Parliament House) Why why why haven't more people read this book? It's A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984) meets Rise of the Guardians (2012), complete with Sandman and Weaver, a sweet romance, and some truly spectacular world-building. I haven't stopped raving since I read it.

The Goblins of Bellwater by Molly Ringle (Central Avenue Publishing) There isn't enough goblin fiction out there, in my opinion (and I've looked), but this is easily my favorite of what I've read. It's a paranormal romance with complicated characters and a gorgeous setting, where goblins are pure and simply the villains-- no sexy goblin king here.

The Shadow Glass by Josh Winning (Titan Books) Speaking of sexy goblin kings. Hi, hello, have you heard me screaming about this book too? Fans of 80s nostalgia fantasy like The NeverEnding Story (1984) and Labyrinth (1986) will find so much to love about this. It’s basically a spiritual sequel to those films about what happens when we grow up and don't believe in magical worlds anymore--and how much we still need them, even as adults. Complete with talking puppets!

Daphne by B.C. Johnson (self-published) Technically, this is a horror novella set in the Deadgirl universe, but it's my favorite in the series, and I don't think readers unfamiliar with the other books will have trouble following it. If you need a violent, lesbian harpy in your life, with a blend of Greek/Norse mythology and a body count, this is for you. You had me at eat them alive.

Smoke and Key by Kelsey Sutton (Entangled Teen) Yet another book I can't believe more people haven't read. It's such a strange, gruesome little afterlife story with a dash of romance, like The Corpse Bride (2005) without the slapstick humor or the singing. Exactly my kind of weird.

The Chronology of Water by Lidia Yuknavitch (Hawthorne Books) A gut-wrenching and beautifully crafted memoir about what happens to women in particular when we don’t fit the labels our culture has made for us. Fans of Cheryl Strayed will adore it.

After Always by Barbara J. Hancock (Entangled Teen) Sometimes the blend of paranormal and romance hits exactly the right note, and this book nails it. I adore the haunted house setting and the lovely, atmospheric writing, but I stayed for the excellent character arc of Lydia both grieving her lost boyfriend and realizing he wasn't good for her.

Theories of Forgetting by Lance Olsen (Fiction Collective 2) If you like experimental fiction at all, you absolutely need to read some Olsen. While I feel it's not quite as thematically whole as Calendar of Regrets, it might be a bit more accessible. It's smart and easy to read if not to understand, since while there are a lot of big concepts in here, the writing itself isn't overly complicated (also assuming you can decide where to start, since both sides look like the back cover of the book-- good luck!).

We Told Six Lies by Victoria Scott (Entangled Teen) This is a weird, fucked up little thriller about a toxic relationship, so of course that's exactly why I love it. The characters are complex, codependent, and completely unaware of how badly they behave, and the plot is tense and mysterious. One of my favorite underrated YA thrillers.

Not Your Sidekick by C.B. Lee (Duet Books) We've reached the part of my list where you've probably heard of these books, but they're well-worth mentioning, especially for superhero fans. Great characters, fun world-building, and excellent queer representation across the board.

The Foxhole Court by Nora Sakavic (self-published) You knew this was going to make the list, right? This book is so immensely popular on Tumblr that sometimes I forget it was a self-pub. I've read and reread it so many times, and the characters are so compelling, the story so immersive, that once I've started the first, I can't stop until I've finished the trilogy. Well-deserving of its hype.

[katherineholmes]

I was listening to Josh Groban's "Evermore" (from The Beauty and the Beast soundtrack) and I realized that the lyrics suit both Klena and Elejah too well. The lyrics are just beautiful, I can even imagine Klaus and Elijah singing for Elena. ❤️🥹

“I was the one who had it all

I was the master of my fate

I never needed anybody in my life

I learned the truth too late

I'll never shake away the pain

I close my eyes but she's still there

I let her steal into my melancholy heart

It's more than I can bear

Now I know she'll never leave me

Even as she runs away

She will still torment me

Calm me, hurt me

Move me, come what may

Wasting in my lonely tower

Waiting by an open door

I'll fool myself, she'll walk right in

And be with me for evermore

I range against the trials of love

I curse the fading of the light

Though she's already flown so far beyond my reach

She's never out of sight

Now I know she'll never leave me

Even as she fades from view

She will still inspire me

Be a part of everything I do

Wasting in my lonely tower

Waiting by an open door

I'll fool myself, she'll walk right in

And as the long, long nights begin

I'll think of all that might have been

Waiting here for evermore”

I completely agree! This song and Beauty and The Beast are some of my favourites!

I think once Elijah or Klaus let Elena in, Elijah with ease, Klaus while kicking and screaming against it, they won’t be able to forget it. Won’t be able to get her out of their minds, no matter what happens.

For Elijah, I think Elena represents all that he has lost, whereas for Klaus, Elena represents all that he can be. All that he is meant to be, she literally completes him. And I think this song is a perfect representation of that.

Thank you so much for this ask! I’m going to keep listening to this song over and over again. Just an aside, are there any songs you guys think fit Elejah or Klena? I have a few playlists of my own, but I’m always looking for new songs.

[not-your-bro]

Asking for until dawn for the questions is obvious but I am genuinely curious

hey, nothing wrong with the obvious choice!

❤Favorite character: imagine if i got real ooc and didn't say josh LOL. nah, it's gotta be him. not just my favorite UD character but probably my Character of All Time. i love a self-loathing, self-destructive, become-the-villain type, and he ticks all those boxes. extra points for masking his vulnerabilities with charisma and humor. MWAH. what a chef's-kiss of a character.

👿Least favorite character: ashley. i love & respect that people fuck with her for her dark streak, and i think that makes her more interesting than she otherwise would be, but i don't really see why she's like that. many of the UD characters act in sort of...hate-able ways, but it's stated - or i can infer - what internal/external issues lead them to behave that way. with ash i'm like idk girl, kinda just seems like you're mean sometimes! more power to her, but not for me.

💐Comfort character: i know this is gonna come as a big surprise but........it's josh. guy's lived in my head rent-free for 7 years and i don't think he's ever moving out.

😍Character you have the biggest crush on: i'm past the age of having crushes on these characters, but in 2015-16, my ass was not immune to josh. his outdoors look, with the vest and the beanie - it's a good one.

🤝Character you relate to the most: chris. maybe i'm projecting lmao but his class clown vibe screams 'compensating for extreme social anxiety' to me, and that's something i relate to, especially in group situations.

🔥Character you think is overrated: i don't feel too strongly about this now, but if you asked me years ago, i would've said mike. some of the mike love at the height of the fandom went hand-in-hand with emily hate, and i didn't like that he seemed to skirt criticism just because he was funny.

🧨Character you love to hate: mike again. do i love to hate him? do i hate to love him? my relationship with him is complex and unknowable, even to myself. what i do know is that i derive great pleasure from shoving his fingers in that bear trap.

🙈Character you always forget exists: matt. nice guy, but his lack of screen time dooms him to being forgettable, and he honestly doesn't seem like he knows anyone that well. personally, i'd prefer if matt was Some Hot Guy emily found so she wouldn't have to show up alone, and that last-minute addition to the group is partly why josh sends them on a wild bag chase.

🐰Favorite non-human character: i don't have much choice besides handigo here, but thankfully handigo fucking rules. i love that hannah's association with the butterfly is not just an obvious nod to the butterfly effect but a symbol/foreshadowing of her later transformation. i love how brutally she destroys everyone, that her inclusion means UD is still a revenge story, but not the revenge story you thought it would be at the beginning. i don't think any piece of hannah is still in there - i think she's just a monster running on the fumes of residual emotions she doesn't even comprehend - but i don't think that makes her any less rad.

❤️‍🩹Character who deserved better: josh. while i can appreciate that the game is sympathetic towards him, it's simply not a good look to make him the only person who can't survive (in human form). i get that not being able to control his fate is The Point, but it's not worth feeding into the tired, bleak message that horror has a history of sending to those who are mentally ill.

(ask game here)