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fosterkidwiththebrokenjaw · 3 years ago

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funnel of love | part 2

pairing | Jake Kiszka x Female Reader

summary | ok so the guitarist was looking at you like that

word count | 6k

warnings | explicit sex (18+ only plz!!), alcohol consumption

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aaaa next part next part!! thank you guys for being so supportive of the first part, I hope this one is just as fun, if not even more >:)

also, for your listening pleasure, this is the song I've been listening to while writing that I named my fic after ✨

part 1

part 3

part 4

epilogue

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The five of you start the short journey to the bar as you take the lead with Jake, his hand warm in yours. You can hear the boys snickering behind you as Jake pulls you closer, pressing you into him to protect you from the cool autumn air. Your cheeks were flushed from the cold, hiding the fact that you were steadily falling deep into the funnel of love that was directing you straight towards Jake Kiszka, no way of climbing back out at this point. You let yourself warm up in the fuzzy feeling of it all as you press on through the soft glow of early midnight hours.

You enter the bar with everyone trailing you like little ducklings, chirping and eager to get inside. You’re immediately greeted by reviving warmth across your skin and the smell of alcohol lingering in the air. This bar had always been your favorite. The atmosphere was effortless and no matter the crowd or night, you could show anyone a good time—even your little gaggle of rockstars.

You lead them all to your favorite table by the front window where you’d often come to just people watch as the streets of New York bustled on the other side of the hazy glass. There were only two stools so you let yourself take a standing position, letting the boys fight over them until they’re claimed by Sam and Danny.

You shove yourself in between the twins, letting them both warm your shoulders as you recover from the chill outside. Everyone immediately falls into some argument about who fucked up the most during tonight’s show, letting you chime in with your opinions as an audience member, too (it was decidedly Josh, who forgot lyrics to multiple songs somehow). Jake’s hand finds yours under the table to run his thumb over your knuckles as the skin on your arms raises with easy sparks.

You’re still desperate for the soft quell of a drink or two as you press yourself away from the table, letting Jake’s hand fall from yours as you let your feet carry you towards salvation. Your mind slips completely away from you as you move across the sticky floor, trying to process the absurdity of your night so far. None of it felt real and you were so sure that it was all going to come crumbling down, the walls of your dream falling into empty morning light.

You brace yourself on the edge of the slick countertop as you address the deep throbbing in your head and in your stomach as you start to realize how truly close you are to getting this boy back to your bed. The bartender comes up to you in the middle of your haze, cocking her head with a sympathetic look as if she knows exactly where your mind could possibly be in that moment.

“Looks like you could use a shot,” reaching down to grab a tiny glass from under the counter. “Or two, actually. On me,” she adds with a wink.

“Honestly yeah give me what you got. Make it tequila, please. And also five Stella’s while you’re at it. Gotta keep the boys fed, too,” you add with a nod back in their direction.

She promptly places the two shots in front of you with a salt shaker and a slice of lime. “One of them is staring at you like he’s ready to swallow you whole,” she comments before turning back to retrieve the beers from the fridge at the other end of the bar. You don’t even dare to glance back, your focus set on getting these shots in you before you return to Jake and his pretty face and those eyes that would absolutely not stop staring you down.

You lick a stripe across the back of your hand, reaching for the salt before a quick hand comes in and grabs it from your reach. You look up to see Jake in front of you, giggling at the sight of you ready to knock back two shots on your own.

“So kind of you to get me a shot too!” he beams before mirroring your last move, licking a stripe along his hand and shaking the salt out along it. He reaches for your hand next, carefully licking another line along the same spot to re-wet it, shaking out some salt for you too. The feeling of his tongue across your skin sparks something in your core, a small flame deep and dull.

“Wait I only got one lime, lemme get you one, too.” Jake stops you before you can turn your head, tugging his hand against yours to bring your attention back to him.

“No it’s fine, I got it all worked out.” He leaves you no time to protest as you watch him lean in to lick the salt from your hand instead of his own, dragging his tongue across your skin at an agonizing pace. He pulls his head back to down his shot, taking the lime between his lips with a lewd sound. You watch silently as he sucks the juice out of it, a slight heat pooling between your legs thinking about his tongue against you and what that little slice of lime might feel like right now, sucked in between his lips.

He keeps his eyes on you, placing the drained lime down on the counter with his empty glass. “Your turn!” he says with a cocky grin, his hand still wrapped in yours.

You’re grateful for the shit lighting of the bar as your face flares, pulling yourself out of your crude thoughts to muster up a response. “And where’s my lime exactly?”

“Just take the fucking shot, y/n. Too scared to take it straight?”

You’re not a fucking quitter so you decide to just go for it, bringing the back of his hand up to trail your tongue over the strip of salt, taking in the taste of his skin under it all while still holding his eyes in yours, his mouth falling open just the tiniest bit as he sucks in a quick breath. You pick up your glass and knock it down with force, head tipping all the way back to drain it completely. When you bring your face back to meet his, he immediately pulls you in, placing his lips against yours.

Your eyes fall shut as you let him work your mouth open, sliding his tongue in over yours, letting you take in the full effect of the lime. The burn from the tequila and the small flame in your stomach are immediately replaced by the citrus on his lips and a much deeper fire within—a fire you already know is going to linger until something’s done about it.

You finally separate from each other at the sound clanking of bottles against the bar, opening your eyes to his before snapping them back to the bartender to hastily pay for the first round.

She gives you another wink as she takes your cash, “told you two shots could do you some good.”

Before you can process any of what’s just happened, Josh is forcing himself between the two of you. “Next round’s on me,” he announces, pulling all five bottles into his arms at once. “Also, you guys weren’t that slick, just by the way.” He leaves you both at that, a fire returning to your cheeks before Jake pulls you out of your embarrassment.

“So how many beds does this apartment of yours have exactly?”

“Well, there’s enough room for three people to sleep in the living room….” your words trail off, not exactly sure how you expected this part to go when you offered up your apartment earlier in the night. “My bed can fit someone else, though. It’s not that small.” Your eyes flick up to Jake’s, your chest tightening at the realization that there’s still a chance he won’t want to spend the rest of the night pressed against you. Sure, everyone including you could see his hunger for you spread all across his face since the moment you met, but what if you were still wrong somehow? The “what if” of it all kept you frozen in your spot, anxious for his next words.

Your eyes are totally blank as you watch him for an answer before he finally responds, “great so I’ll throw Josh in your bed, and I can stretch out on the couch.” He lets out a soft laugh as your face twists, somehow letting his sarcasm fly over you while wrapped up in your own reeling thoughts. His hand comes back for yours, pulling it up to place it around his jaw, just barely pressing it into your palm. “I’m just kidding, y/n. I would love nothing more than to spend the night in your bed with you.”

Your face softens and your chest lets go, letting your hand press further into his cheek on its own accord. You drag your thumb across his lips, still glossy from you and the lime, your mind snapping itself back to the kiss you shared barely a minute ago. “So when do we get to do that again?”

“You tell me, pretty girl. You’re the one with the keys to the castle.”

You’re so ready to tear out of there at the sound of his words dripping from his mouth like a seductive threat, but you let yourself give in to the sounds of conversation back at the table, the promise of a beer or two before you bed Jake too attractive to pass up at that moment.

“Two more drinks and you’re on, Kiszka,” you shoot at him with a playful smirk.

“I’m holding you to that.”

The two of you move back to the group in easy unison, Sam commenting on your return first, “oh we thought for sure you guys were gonna make a break for the bathroom together before coming back to join us.” You refuse to fluster at his comment this time, accepting the fact that you and everyone else knew you were destined to end up in bed together by the end of the night.

“Hmm, no. the bathroom walls here are too thin. Didn’t wanna embarrass Jake like that.” You watch Jake’s cheeks turn a deep pink and you revel in your control of the moment as your lips turn up into a smug grin. You let your anxieties ease, giving into their remarks and jokes as you finish your first round of drinks, Jake keeping a soft hand somewhere on your body at all times.

“Alright, I’m getting us more drinks before the two of you actually make a run for it,” leaving the table to retrieve another round of beers. ”Y’all are like teenagers in love already and it’s disgusting,” he throws back over his shoulder.

“Good,” Jake responds, wrapping his arms around you over your shoulders so your back is against his chest, the top of your head resting against his cheek. “I live to disgust you, Josh!”

You let Jake hold you there for as long as he’s willing before Sam speaks up, “Are the two of you physically able to separate at this point or is that gonna kill you guys?”

Jake removes his arms from you to reach over towards Sam, giving him a solid punch. “Shut up, Sam. Not my fault you’re so lonely these days.” You admittedly mourn his arms around you—so warm, so strong. You practically could have fallen asleep in that state if left there long enough.

“You know, I don’t think I would die, but Jake might at this point. Is he always this clingy?” you jest, prompting a sharp elbow to your rib cage. Well worth it, though, as you get a good laugh out of Sam and Danny.

“He’s only this clingy when he’s had too much to drink. Two drinks is really his limit, his brain never really developed past the ripe age of 17 so we have to keep an eye on him. Really sad story honestly”

Something about Danny’s joke gets you in the moment, forcing a laugh out of you louder than you expect before you’re able to tone it down. Josh returns at the same time, 5 beers in his arms yet again, placing them carefully on the small tabletop as everyone reaches for another bottle. You practically down half of it on the first sip, stopping yourself before you can down the whole thing.

Your mind was buzzing pleasantly from the alcohol when Jake’s lips comes up to brush past your ear, “so when is it my turn to make you scream like that?” Your face completely drains, unsure of how to respond to his request.

You dig your fingertips into his thigh pressed next to yours, turning up to his face to whisper a response, “who says I’ll be the one screaming?” He looks like he’s ready to devour you right then and there—ready to throw you over his shoulder and fuck you in whatever secluded corner he could find first.

You take pleasure in his deadly stare as you pick up your beer, locking his eyes in his as you wrap your lips around the top before knocking back the second half of it in one easy go. “You better finish yours quick, baby. I’m not gonna wait around for you all night.”

He complies with your request, draining his bottle as if it’s the final key to getting you out of your clothes. Of course, there’s no subtlety in any of your actions anymore, both of you scrambling to put jackets back on and grab your things while everyone else still has a good half a drink left. Your desire to pull Jake back home was surely evident to everyone in the fucking bar at this point, not just at your table.

Jake snakes his arms around your waist from behind as you dig for your spare key, swaying you back and forth with his chin hooked over your shoulder as your mind slips away from you in easy bliss. Your fingers keep searching until they discover the key shoved in the bottom corner of your bag, pulling it out to pass off to whichever boy seemed the most capable of keeping track of it for the night.

“I have exactly one extra key on me so if you guys lose it, you lose your place to sleep.” You place it on the table, sliding it towards Danny, who seems like he’s the most responsible at that moment, even in his inebriated state.

“Aw, you guys are leaving us already? I literally just got us more drinks. Are we not fun enough for you anymore?” Josh’s words come out tinged with humor, but still seemed genuinely disappointed to see you leave.

You place your hand on his shoulder as if consoling a small child, “I’ll make you breakfast in the morning if you guys ever make it back to my place. We can hang out again then, Josh, I promise.” He lets you leave at that, the three of them cracking whatever last jokes they could throw at you guys before Jake is practically dragging you backward away from the table.

The two of you spill out of the bar together, the deep autumn chill barely registering as your body flares with unabashed anticipation. Your hand finds Jake’s again, squeezing it in yours as you pull him back home down misty concrete as the night starts to shift into early morning hours.

• • • • • • • • •

The four flights of stairs up to your apartment go faster than they ever had before, Jake right on your heels as the two of you practically sprint around the winding staircase. You make it inside, door barely closing before he has you pinned against the wall of the dim entryway, the sharp edges of his face illuminated only by the light that seeps in through the windows from the street below.

Heated breaths fill the space between the two of you as your eyes take in his face, so close to yours. You don’t fight it when he breaks that space, pushing through to press his lips against you as a leg comes up between your thighs. The pressure is overwhelming up and to the point of pain, forcing a strangled whine from your lips as he bites down on your bottom lip.

His kisses come down to your neck, leaving a sloppy trail as you peel off your jacket to allow him better access. His hands come up to grip your waist under your shirt, slowly dragging you back and forth against his thigh. You let out a curse under your breath and thread your fingers into the hair at the base of his neck, holding him against you in fear of him ever taking his mouth off your skin. Your moans come out soft and slow as he works at your neck with intent, letting you breathe into his hair to reduce your noise from traveling out to any unsuspecting neighbors beyond your front door.

His kisses turn into small bites, eliciting a sharp gasp from you as your vision starts to haze over. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” His voice comes out a deep whisper laced with lust through a hot breath, the skin of your neck buzzing with the intoxication of it all. You nod eagerly while your hips push down on their own accord, your sounds slipping into something more desperate in tone and octave.

He releases his grip on your waist, letting his hands trace up the sides of your torso, pulling your shirt up with them until it’s coming up and over your head. The cool air of your apartment hits your skin, allowing your brain a moment of clarity as the realization of your current circumstance hits you. You really pulled The Jake Kiszka from your tiny spot in a sea of people, and you did it well enough to get him into your apartment and nearly into your fucking soul.

Your second of clarity is gone all at once as the heat of his hands moves back to your body, fingers pulling up under the strap of your bra, his skin electric against yours.

“What am I gonna do with you?” His words come out both as a threat and a genuine question, letting the strap snap back with a slight sting. You know in that moment that you would let him do anything and everything with you—and he knows it too. He rakes his eyes down your body, contemplating his options before moving back into your swollen lips, fingers coming up to trace careful circles against the peak of your nipple pressed against the thin fabric of your bra.

Jake’s musings against your sensitivity combined with the aching pressure of your clit still dragging against his thigh leaves your mouth stuck open in a soft ‘o’. Your hands run down the length of his smooth chest to meet the last couple of buttons still done at the bottom of his shirt, undoing them in a haste to claw your way into his skin. He finishes the job himself, letting his shirt hit the ground before bringing his hand back up to its place over your breast, leaving a soft pinch at the peak.

You were already a moaning mess before his voice comes out hot against your mouth, soft eyes glued to your face to watch your expressions fluctuate through your high. “C’mon baby you’re so fucking close, just a little bit more. I wanna watch you come undone for me.”

That last bit is all you need before your insides unravel, a sharp buzz spreading through your limbs as your legs start to lose feeling and your hands grip the back of his neck before you fall over completely. Jake holds your eyes in his before they roll back in your head, his mouth diving in to swallow the first of your weak moans, already well aware that they won’t be the last of the night.

You’re not even a little surprised you could reach such an intense state still in your jeans. Truly this was a buildup of hours of a deep hunger that couldn’t have been that difficult to feed.

Jake holds your weight as the rest of your body goes slack, helping you ride out the rest of your first orgasm on his leg before pulling you off the wall, letting you clumsily push him back through the door of your room as you reach behind him to turn on the soft lamp in the corner, your eyes locked on his face the entire time.

His legs hit the edge of your bed, forcing him down and placing him right in front of your heat, still throbbing from your time against the wall. Without skipping a beat, he pulls you close by your belt loops, placing you firmly between his legs. His eyes flick up to yours before bringing his face against your abdomen, placing hot kisses above your jeans as he moves to unbutton them. He works them down your legs, briefly breaking contact with your skin to push them to the floor, letting you kick them out of the way along with your shoes.

He’s immediately back against you, warm tongue pressing further down your body, forcing your mouth open as his hands grip your hips. His right hand slowly moves its way down across the top of your thigh before sliding between your legs, urging them apart. Your breath hitches in your throat as his fingers press up against your clit through your underwear, already soaked through.

“Ready to go again, baby?” he hums against you, the vibrations of his voice sending shockwaves from your core to your fingertips. Your body was on fire and you could hardly make out a response as his fingers found their way under the side of the fabric, your mouth falling back open with the smallest sound before bringing your hands up to him. One hand weaves through the front of his hair as the other finds its way to his shoulder, stabilizing yourself before your legs could give out on you again. “So ready, Jake. So fucking ready,” you finally manage to push out through bated breaths.

You throw your head back as Jake glides his fingers through your folds, smooth and precise, watching you from below with dark eyes, mouth never leaving your skin. The slip of his fingers against you is completely mind-numbing as you feel your legs start to give out yet again.

“Jake, wait fuck—“ you muster, pulling his head back by his hair, forcing him to look at you. “I want more of you this time. I want all of you at once,” the words slipping out between soft mewls. “I need you to fuck me, Jake.” His eyes turn dark with a cruel grin, slowing the pace of his fingers as he ponders for a moment.

“Hmm, are you ready for me to fuck you, though?” suddenly moving his fingers back and pressing one into you, your eyes fluttering shut with a weak gasp. “I don’t know if you are, sweet girl. I think you have more to give before I can fuck you.” Your hands grip him tighter as he curls his fingers inside of you, eyes squeezing shut in a state of bliss as he lets you work yourself down against his hand, feeling yourself start to unravel yet again. His mouth is back on you, panting slow circles with his tongue while you tighten your grip on his body.

The moment is over too soon, Jake removing himself from your body completely, leaving you in pathetic sobs at the loss of contact.

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties to pull them down in a single swift motion before pushing himself up the bed, pulling you on top of him by your waist. His hands curl around your torso, unclasping your bra to let it slide down your arms pinned on either side of his head. You shift to help him rip it off completely before a hand comes up to the nape of your neck, fingers pulling through your hair as he brings you down to his lips.

His free hand grapples at your breast, the faint pain of his motions forcing a moan as he sucks your bottom lip in between his teeth. You let your tongue dip into his mouth for a long minute before pulling together enough willpower to peel yourself away to look him in the eyes. “Jake, please, I’m begging. I need you so bad, please.”

He gives you a smirk with a devilish glaze over his eyes. “Oh, please?” he says with a laugh, placing a final deep kiss against your mouth before dragging your body up towards his face, helping you gently place your thighs around him. “Keep begging like that and maybe you’ll get what you want,” he whispers against the inside of your thigh, placing slow kisses towards your heat before finally bringing his tongue up through your slit, lingering for a moment against your clit to watch your face contort in paralyzing pleasure.

One hand finds the wall in front of you while the other weaves back through Jake’s hair as your breathing becomes strained and desperate. It takes everything in you not to squeeze him between your legs as his quick tongue pressing into your dripping core overpowers all other senses.

His fingers dig deep into your thighs leaving you no place to go as you inevitably start to squirm against him. You knew his grip would leave little purple marks across your skin the next day, the thought pushing you even further to the edge as you feel your stomach start to flip over inside you.

“Jake, fuck, slow down—“ he brings his eyes back to yours as you force yourself to look down at the sight of him under you, somehow looking equally as fucked out as you already. “I don’t wanna come again yet, not like this.”

He licks a final stripe through you before relieving you of his mouth, generously letting you attempt to collect your thoughts through your haze. “I know you were thinking about me earlier. I know you were thinking about fucking me just like your guitar all over that stage. Show me I was right.” Your words come out as a command to which Jake was ready to comply with in full.

You let him push you off of him, falling on your back as he sits up to pull off his jeans. Your mind is spinning as you watch his slow movements, eyes snapping to his cock hard under his briefs before he’s crawling back over you, his breath hot against your face.

Whatever control you had of the situation for that brief second is gone as his fingers trace up and down your form, making you twitch under his slight touch. The sight of his swollen lips still drenched in you definitely didn’t help anything, either. He begins to kiss down your neck, leaving careful bites as he slowly laces his hands in yours, pinning both of them above your head as you let out a pained squeal.

“Oh I’m sorry was it that obvious?” his voice a deep whisper against the edge of your jaw, “as obvious as it was that you wanted to be against me that bad too?” He grinds himself down into you, forcing something from deep in your throat somewhere between a growl and a scream amid your over-sensitivity. “You’re no better at hiding your thoughts behind those pretty eyes, baby.” He kisses you hard and deep, moaning against your mouth and leaving you in choked sobs, unable to break away from his body pressed completely against you.

He moves to grip both of your wrists in one hand, the other reaching down between your legs to glide back through your slick, which had significantly increased since the last time his fingers were there. He takes note with a soft curse, his own eyes rolling back before grazing down your body to watch how you convulse under his touch. He was playing you just like his fucking guitar, and it was better than you could have ever imagined.

“Just like that Jake, fuck—that's exactly what I wanted.” You crane your face up to his, desperate to get somehow closer to him. You’re so enthralled by the feeling of his long fingers slipping against you that you let out a yelp when he moves them further back without warning, teasing your entrance before dipping two in at once. You practically scream his name as you start to arch up into him before forgetting how to force sound out of your mouth in the high of it all.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” he presses against the corner of your mouth while his thumb comes up to toy with your clit, matching the pace of his digits still working inside you. “I broke two strings on stage tonight and I’m not opposed to breaking a few more inside you, too.” His words roll off his tongue as a threat, pulling the string of pleasure tighter in your core as you dip into delirium.

He frees your wrists, bringing his hand down to cup your breast, rubbing circles over your sensitive nipple before bringing his mouth down to take over. Your jaw falls open completely as he pulls it in between his teeth, leaving you a panting mess as you take in the new sensation.

You’re absolutely ravished by his motions combined with his own stifled whimpers hot against your chest, your body seizing and going limp beneath him as that string finally snaps. You come fast and hard on his fingers with a strangled scream, his name echoing around your head and out through your lips.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as he brings you back down, slowing his fingers inside of you as he watches you ride out your second orgasm, his face flushed completely with lust and something akin to hypnosis as he moves in to place a kiss just below your ear. “Just like that,” he coos against you, “but I’m not done with you yet, baby. You’re gonna come for me one more time.”

You can barely process his words before he’s moving off of you, removing his final garment before gripping your things, spreading them apart to dip down between them, his face hovering above yours again. His breath falters as he drags himself through you, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to hold back a whine.

You reach your hand up to gently cup his jaw, removing his lip from his teeth with your thumb. “Let me hear you,” you whisper. He moves his length through you again, letting out a genuine moan this time as he teases your entrance, still sucking in hard breaths as he prepares himself. Your free hand moves down to grip his waist, encouraging him to move into you. “Show me I was fucking right, Jake.”

His expression warps at your words, furrowing his brow as he lets himself sink into you painfully slow. “Fuck, y/n, feels so good—god, you’re so fucking tight.” He lets out a string of breathy whimpers as he starts to set into a steady rhythm, regaining some control as he forces a broken sob out of you, your head pressing back into the mattress. “I’m gonna let you feel how right you were, y/n.” Every single move he makes inside of you sends waves of agonizing pleasure to every edge of your body, pushing you closer to true euphoria as your thighs start to involuntarily squeeze around his body.

You could feel your body giving in again, but you weren’t about to come another time without him. You hold him against you as best you can in your own infatuated state, pressing soft praises against his neck. “C’mon Jakey, come for me now. I want to feel you completely this time.”

His thrusts become quicker and deeper at the sound of your encouragements, half-lidded eyes glued to your face in complete devotion in that moment. “How does it feel to be so right?” A hand comes up to rest under your chin, keeping you from looking anywhere but his face as he looks at you for an answer. “Are you gonna come one more time for me?”

Your hands twist into his hair as you attempt to create a response. You feel his rhythm start to fall apart as you clench around his dick, both of you ready to fall over the edge together. “Mmm feels so good, Jake,” you finally cry out, “feels so good to be right, fuck—”

You force your lips against his open mouth in a haste, finishing your response through your sloppy kisses. “I’ll come for you one more time if you come with me, Jake.” He practically screams into your mouth at that, the feeling of him filling you up sending you into hysterics as you hit your peak with him. Your eyes snap shut as your limbs thrash under him, the intensity of a third orgasm wiping you out entirely. You’re rendered speechless beneath him as his thrusts soften, the slick of everything inside you spilling down your legs as you attempt to steady your breathing.

Your eyes are still squeezed shut as he removes himself from you, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. “You did so well for me, baby. So well,” he hums into your damp skin as your fingers trace slow circles across his shoulders.

Your eyes finally fall back open as Jake moves to your side, swiping a thumb over your cheek as your body regains feeling. “Also, just in case it wasn’t already obvious, you were right. You were the only thing on my mind literally the entire show.”

“Yeah I think I gathered that much,” you respond with a weak laugh. He presses a final kiss against your lips, standing to move towards your dresser against the wall to search for something for you to put on. “You weren’t wrong either, though.”

You watch his mouth curl up into a smug grin as he silently digs through the top drawer. Unbeknownst to him, he pulls out your favorite sweatshirt before tossing it onto you from his side of your small room. You feel yourself fall a little bit more in love with him at that gesture, some telepathic language between the two of you making itself painfully obvious in that moment.

The two of you finish readying yourself for sleep, curling up against each other under the duvet with weak limbs as you’re lulled to sleep by his slow breathing against the top of your head, a wave of deep content pulling you under at once.

part 3

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verminviscount · 6 years ago

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Remember that story I wrote with eli i never posted?

Here it is. By the way, it’ll be a long one. you may notice im a master of double texting. everything in parentheses is our commentary.

Me: *will add emojis later*

Me: here he is

Me: this is Gerald

Eli: Gerald is beautiful

Me: he likes to break gender roles

Eli: I see

Me: Gerald says thank you

Me: for calling him beautiful

Me: Gerald is opening a Q&A

Eli: what’s his fav color

Me: gerald likes green

Me: mint green

Eli: Ooo nice

Eli: What’s his sexuality

Me: Gerald is poly

Eli: cool

Eli: is he single

Me: yes

Eli: so I take it he’s looking for someone

Me: yes

Eli: *will add emojis later*

Eli: This is Rebecca

Eli: She thinks that Gerald is cute

Me: Gerald thinks that Rebecca is sweet

Eli: She usually doesn’t do this but she is wondering if Gerald would like to grab coffee

Me: Gerald doesn’t drink coffee, but Gerald will get a hot cocoa with Rebecca

Me: whats Rebeccas favorite band?

Eli: Neither does Rebecca but she thought that’s what people say. She is flattered

Eli: She is v much still in love with mcr

Me: Gerald thinks that even if this doesnt work out, this will be a wonderful frenship

Eli: Rebecca is looking forward to this

Me: Gerald is outside Rebeccas house.

Me: Gerald is ready to go to Starbucks with Rebecca

Eli: Rebecca is heading downstairs right now

Eli: She is v excited

Me: Gerald thinks Rebecca looks wonderful

Me: they go to Starbucks

Eli: Rebecca forgot to tell Gerald how good he looks

Eli: She offers to pay for the hot cocoa

Me: Gerald politely turns her down

Me: there is a woman glaring at Gerald

Eli: Rebecca starts to feel self conscious so she tries to start a conversation

Eli: She accidentally spills her drink

Me: the woman walks over and starts harassing Gerald over his fashion choices

Eli: Despite feeling embarrassed about the spill she stands up for Gerald

Me: the womans husband comes over and apologizes for his wifes behavior, paying for Gerald and Rebeccas drinks

Eli: Rebecca asks Gerald is he’s okay

Eli: She reassures him that he looks great

Me: *will add emojis later*

Me: Gerald is shaken, but he says he will be okay

Eli: *will add emojis later*

Eli: Rebecca feels bad but tells him that he looks way better in a dress than that bitch

Me: Gerald hugs Rebecca and thanks her for standing up for him

Eli: Rebecca hugs him back and tells him that she would do it anytime

Eli: Rebecca will fight a bish

Me: Gerald gets his second hot cocoa and notices the barista has written his number on the cup

Eli: Rebecca tells Gerald that she would be okay with him calling the barista although she would be disappointed

Eli: She says she would be his wingman but she points to the huge stain on her shirt

Me: (Why is rebecca actually the best?)

Eli: (only the best for Gerald)

Me: Gerald texts the barista, but tells Rebecca maybe they could make it a polyam relationship if she and the barista are okay with it

Me: (OT3 OT3 OT3)

Eli: Rebecca has never done anything like that so she has to give it some thought

Me: Gerald respects that and takes the time to ask the barista

Eli: Rebecca thinks Gerald should know that she once dated the barista

Me: Gerald is a little surprised, and wants to know more

Eli: The barista is a great guy and they actually broke up because he needed to figure himself out

Eli: They have no bad blood

Me: Gerald is happy to hear that

Eli: Rebecca has decided that she is willing to give the polyam relationship a try

Me: the barista said the same thing

Eli: Rebecca is happy to hear that

Me: Gerald asks if Rebecca knows Carl and Nico

[AUTHORS NOTE: that was the first story like this we wrote, I’ll post it if you’re interested, but you don’t have to know it for this to make sense]

Eli: (oh no)

Eli: Rebecca says that she is cousins with Nico although they aren’t exactly on good terms

Eli: That’s why she wasn’t at the wedding

Me: Carl and Gerald are twin brothers

Eli: Rebecca is surprised. She had a twin brother but he died sadly

Me: Gerald asks his name

Eli: Ace

Me: How old was Ace when he passed, and where did you guys live?

Eli: Rebecca says they were 17 and they lived in North Carolina

Me: GERALD AND ACE WERE BEST FRIENDS

Eli: Rebecca is taken aback. She and Ace were v close and she had never heard about Gerald

Me: Gerald didn’t want anyone to know about him

Me: except Ace. Ace was special to Gerald

Eli: Now that she thinks about it Ace did mention someone he cared deeply about but never gave a name

Me: Ace and Gerald had been dating for a few years before Ace died

Eli: Rebecca begins to cry. She remembers that Ace had been planning to come out on his 18th birthday.

Me: Gerald feels awful that he made Rebecca cry

Me: (shit this got really depressing)

Eli: Rebecca tells Gerald that it’s not his fault

Eli: (shit it did)

Me: the barista comes over to comfort them (wtf is his name?)

Eli: (Chad???)

Me: (ew no he needs a cool name)

Eli: (Rodney???)

Eli: (???)

Me: (hmm Michael)

Eli: (okay)

Eli: Rebecca appreciates Michael coming over but she decides she can’t be in a relationship with Gerald

Eli: Gerald meant too much to Ace for her to do that

Me: Gerald is heart broken, but understands

Me: (fUCC im like, about to cry)

Eli: (im sorry sammy)

Eli: Rebecca wishes Gerald luck in life and still wants him to date Michael

Me: Michael is crying and hugs Rebecca, wishing her the best

Me: Gerald kisses Rebeccas cheek and says he hopes she finds someone good enough for her

Eli: Rebecca tries not to cry as she says goodbye

Eli: she decides maybe its her turn to find herself and she decides to move away

Me: (AAAA MY HEART)

Eli: (god this is so sad)

Eli: (what have we done)

Me: Michael asks Gerald out on a date. Gerald says yes, but he wants to help Rebecca move first

Me: Gerald wants to stay friends with Rebecca

Eli: Rebecca appreciates Gerald’s help. She invites him to have hot cocoa one more time before she leaves

Me: Gerald accepts

Me: (i am legit tearing up rn wtf)

Eli: (this is happier although part of me wants to make it sad)

Eli: (OK maybe not)

Me: (screw it, let’s make it sad)

Eli: Rebecca is glad to spend this time with Gerald. She decides to break the news to him that she’s dying

Eli: (ahhh what did i do)

Me: (AHHH WHAT DID YOU DO)

Eli: (IDK)

Me: Gerald is devastated and asks if he can help

Eli: Rebecca says that she appreciates the offer but she doesn’t want him to be around when it happens. That’s the real reason why she’s moving.

Me: Gerald asks what shes dying of

Eli: She has cancer

Me: (this is some john green book type shit right here)

Eli: (oof)

Me: (maybe hot cocoa can be our always)

Eli: (my heart)

Eli: (XD) [A/N yeah... both Eli and I are stuck in 2005.]

Me: (same)

Eli: Rebecca wishes she could stay have hot cocoa with Gerald all day but it’s time for her to leave

Me: Michael holds Gerald as he cries (bitch me too) Gerald says he will miss Rebecca and he hopes that if she dies from the cancer she will meet Ace again

Eli: Rebecca hugs the two of them and says she will tell Ace that Gerald is doing well (im not tho)

Me: (we should end this story before i start full on sobbing)

Eli: (im not crying you’re crying)

Me: (were both crying, lets be honest here)

Eli: (Rebecca leaves and everyoneliveshappilyeveraftertheehd???)

Me: (that works)

Me: *three years later*

Eli: (why would you do that)

Eli: (my heart can’t take anymore)

Me: Rebecca beat the cancer, Gerald and Michael are engaged and Rebecca is Geralds best woman

Me: (dude dont worry happy ending)

Me: THANK FUCC THATS OVER

Eli: oh yay

#kind of angsty #poorly written #happy ending

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