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Viva Las Vegas

🎲About: When invited to see your childhood best friends perform at the International Hotel and Casino, things take a turn of events and reveal suppressed feelings for your once lover and now enemy.

♦️Jake Kiszka x reader

♠️Word count: 6k

♣️Warnings: mentions of sex, drinking, angst, crying, cheating, ldk what else 🙌🏻

🃏Authors note: enjoy this is my first story so I hope it’s good and if the format is messed up sorryyy😛

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If you were to be told that your childhood best friends were performing at the International Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, you would die laughing. Growing up in the small town of Frankenmuth Michigan, you were always told you needed to live a big life and make the town proud, and that is exactly what you did. After finishing high school, you dropped the idea of college and found yourself working at the well-known store of Bronners, making a little less than minimum wage, but it worked. You saved up for 2 years straight, just to be able to rent out a small studio apartment in Nashville Tennessee, the music city. You landed yourself a job at a small bar that frequently hosted small and upcoming bands, one of them being the Orange Blossoms: the band you now market for full-time while working for RCA Record Labels. Life was good, really good; well until you got a very interesting call two weeks back from a very drunk childhood best friend, Josh Kiszka.

“Hello?” You asked rubbing your eyes. It had to be at least 3 am and you were woken out of a dead sleep to answer a call you should’ve just let go to voicemail.

“Y/N MY FAVORITE PERSON,” you could practically smell the alcohol reeking off the man you called your other half through the phone “HOW ARE YOU!”

“Josh,” you pulled the phone away from your ear and to no surprise the time read

3:05 am “It’s 3 am I was asleep just like you should be. Is there something you need?”

“Mama, do I ever need a reason to call the girl I love the most?” He asked almost slurring every other word

“No Josh but it’s a Thursday and I have work soon and need to sleep. Goodnight Joshua”.

“NO, NO WAIT. I had something to tell you but it slipped my mind.. Jake, what was I going to tell y/n again?” That name. The name of the man who had destroyed you. Josh’s twin brother, Jacob. Thomas. Kiszka. Silence hit the air and you could hear the long-haired man laugh and mumble something to his brother.

Jake and you had dated back in high school. It wasn’t a quick thing, it was a three-year-long commitment. Jake was your first and you his. He was there for the first time you got black-out drunk, greened out, ran away from home, lost your childhood pet, everything. Jake was not only your boyfriend but your best friend and you were beyond happy, you couldn’t ask for anything more. Well, all that joy and happiness, left in the blink of an eye on the night of your senior prom. It took no time at all for you to see the photo. There, in his jet black tuxedo and pink tye to match your flowing dress was an 18-year-old Jake pushed up against the wall with some dumb blonde. The dumb blonde in question? your best friend. Life had changed completely. All the sorries in the world couldnt make up for what he had done to you. You could care less about the skanky bitch you called your best friend but Jake? Your Jake? You have never felt more alone in your entire life. You broke contact with him for 6 years. Six years of your life you spent tip-toeing around him. You would exchange glances at parties Josh or Sam would host but not a single word would leave your lips. Josh had tried his best to break up the tension but you were stubborn, you always have been and that was partially the reason Jake had stopped trying so hard to apologize to you, because he knew you wouldn’t forgive and forget.

You broke the no contact on the twin's 24th birthday. You were invited to the party and you didn’t think twice about going, not for Jake but for Josh. Only for Josh. However, to lie and say Jake had looked nothing far from gorgeous would be wrong. He looked.. perfect. You found yourself drinking one too many martinis made by the fluffy-haired twin and ended up letting the alcohol take its course and finally speaking to the man who broke your heart. As you moved your body through the sea of people invited to the house located just out of Nashville, you found your glossy eyes looking upon a somber Jake.

“Hi.” you said quietly as you took a seat next to him outside by the small fire that had been growing rather dim as the night went on.

“Hi, Angel.” He said as his eyes met yours, using the same nickname he gave you all those years back in high school.

“ I uh, I just wanted to say Happy Birthday and wish you a year full of good memories or whatever you have in your life you want to be good.” God your mouth had never felt so dry as you were at such a loss for words. Why you were even speaking to him was beyond you.

“Thank you. How have you been? It's been what? Five-ish years?”

“Ive been good, I could be better but work is good and I got a dog of my own, yea lifes been, been going good.” Been going good and we should keep it that way, you thought to yourself.

“I'm glad. Ive missed you, Angel. Ive missed what we had.” His hand found its way to yours. Just as soon as it happened it was over as a girl was soon calling his name. A girl whose voice you’ve heard more than once before. As you turned your head, to no surprise you were met with the girl he cheated on you with all that while back. You sobered right up and stood quickly.

“It shows Jake. Happy birthday again.” and with that, you continued with your life, not speaking to the ghost of the man you once knew.

As you came back from your thoughts you were brought back to a drunk Josh rambling on about god knows what.

“So what do you say?” Jesus you must have been zoned out, I mean it was 3 am and this call was more than unnecessary in your eyes.

“Sorry, repeat what you just said, but make it short.”

“ I SAID, we're going on another leg for the US and were going to this fancy place in Vegas where Elvis played and I want you to come.” You had already seen the infamous Greta Van Fleet perform far more than once but a trip to Vegas didn’t sound too terrible.

“The International Casino?” you asked confusingly

“Yeah, that's the one! It's in a few weeks Angel so you have time to think but it would mean the world to all of us if you would delight us with your amazing presence.” You let out a small laugh, ignoring the fact that the nickname has made its way to stick with you for so long.

“Send me over the details in the morning Josh and I’ll look into it. Im going to bed now and I think you should too, love you lots Josh.” The short man let out a sigh wished you a good night and hung up.

Now, you sit in your hotel room, a suite not to mention, putting on the lash finishing details to your makeup, similar to that of which Josh does, and preparing for the night ahead. As you added the last rhinestone to your cheek, you moved to grab your favorite red lipstick, carefully applying it only to be interrupted by a phone call from no other than the man himself.

“Hello, mamas.”

“Hi Josh, to what do I owe the pleasure”

“I’m sending someone up to your room right now to grab you and bring you to the dressing rooms, then we're gonna bring you to your spot. Sound good?” You laughed knowing that by going on this trip Josh was going to do whatever he needed to make sure that you had lived it to the best extent, even if that meant reserving a special spot in the pit when you were more than happy to be in a seat, out of the way.

“Yes that’s fine Josh,” you said with a laugh “I’ll see you soon.”

With that, you continued applying your lipstick, sprayed your favorite perfume, and were met with a soft knock at the door to your luxurious suite. You opened the door to see one of the many men you'd seen running around with the band before and allowed him to escort you to a room that was titled “Greta Van Fleet-Josh Dressing” and let you inside.

You were immediately met with showers of welcomes, seeing that not only Josh sat in this room but Sam and Danny too, Jake nowhere to be found.

“Angel! We’ve missed you come in!” exclaimed Josh and he sat up from his spot in a chair and left the woman doing his makeup dumbfounded at the sudden change in focus. As he came up to hug you it felt as if any worry you had about the night had left you completely. His hug was soon followed by Sam and Danny which led you all into a deep conversation of how life had been. Well, as deep as it could go seeing as they had to perform in just short of 30 minutes. As Sam rambled on about Rose and his love life your mind drifted to the fact that the other, more serious, twin wasn’t present. It must have shown on your face for Sam cleared his throat and said

“Jake in his dressing room, “practicing” is what he calls it but im pretty sure he's in there taking shots to pregame.” You let out a soft “ah” to show your understanding. It didn’t come as a surprise to you that Jacob Kiszka was pregaming, you felt like you always saw him drinking before a show, even when he was back in Frankenmuth whether it be a beer or a shot of vodka. Soon you found yourself taking a shot with the boys as if to say good luck on the stage tonight, knowing they wouldn’t need that; I mean they were amazing, to say the least. You saw the effect these men had on some of the people in the crowd, not just from their undeniable beauty but from the fact that their music meant something, it changed people and you couldn’t be more proud of them. While you never imagined them this big, you felt like they had this written in the stars for them. After exchanging conversation they got the five-minute call and the next thing you knew you were being brought out of the room and down to the pit. As you walked down the small hallway leading you to the stage, you heard the voice of a man talking to another, but not just talking, he was mad, really mad. The security guard tried to hurry you along past the scene but as you passed him, you could see that black suit, shining in the light due to the amazing detailing from the rhinestones and diamonds, and you knew that was Jake. Your Jake. Why he was mad? You wish you knew. Maybe something happened with his guitar, or maybe he had just gotten bad news from someone, but whatever it was, you weren’t even allowed a moment to process it before you were pushed along to your “special spot”. You found yourself being lifted over the railing of the pit and put smack dab in the middle of the barricade. You almost felt bad, this could’ve been someone else’s spot so before he could walk away, you grabbed the arm of the security guard and pulled him close to the railing.

“Is there anywhere else I can sit? Maybe up there?” you yelled out as you pointed to the seats sitting at an angle to the side of the stage.

The guard just looked at you and sighed, “They told me they wanted you here specifically, so they could see you. Don’t worry we had someone hold this spot for you. Enjoy the show Ms.Y/L/N.” And with that, he was gone and the lights started to dim, followed by a beautiful violin cover of the songs off Starcatcher.

The curtain fell and the boys made their way down from their spots, going on with the show as normal, until it came to the point of what would normally be their switch to the second stage, except this venue, in particular, did not have one, so they stayed put and gathered around into a half circle, facing the crowd in front of them. Sam had started to play a melody on his keys you knew all too well and once Josh started singing, tears filled your eyes. It was always a joke growing up about how much you and Mrs.Kiszka adored John Denver, Jake, and Josh egging it onto you how much you were like their mom. You had always seen on social media postings of them playing bits from The Music Is You, to honor their mom when playing back in your home state, but it never once crossed your mind that they may do the same for you. Josh had sang beautifully as always and made it a point to look right at you and reach his hand out to you when he finished the little snippet of the song you adored oh so much. You wiped your eyes and mouthed a quick thank you to Josh. While it may have seemed silly to the girls around you, you hadn’t seen the boys in truly so long, and just to hear them sing, knowing it was for you, made you appreciate how much they have changed you and your life, good or bad.

As the concert continued you found yourself in a sea of screaming girls once the familiar tune of The Archer, began playing. Josh had told you over the phone about the many interactions he had with fans, going down to the pit, hugging, kissing, grabbing them, and showing his love during Jake's extended solo and you expected nothing different for tonight. Just as you expected, Josh made his way down to the pit, hugging as many as he could but your attention drifted elsewhere. Your eyes found taking in the image of the man you once called your true love as he shook back and forth with his guitar, dramatizing the solo more than it needed to be. You found yourself taking in his features; his long, wet hair, the way it stuck to his face due to the sweat running down his body to his torso, the way his hips shook back and forth as he damn near abused his guitar on the stage. You couldn’t draw your eyes away but were broken out of your trance as soon his met yours. The tension you felt was unreal and hard to differentiate between sexual or pure rage for what had happened all that time back. It wasn’t just the cheating that had you mad though and you knew that. Jake was a slut, a genuine slut. You felt like he was sleeping around with a new girl after every show and he made no point of hiding it as photos circulated on the internet of him leaving venues with different girls every other week. You watched as he would watch himself play, in awe with his state of himself, what a self-centered asshole you thought. Soon, you brought your eyes away from his but couldn’t help but feel them staring down at you throughout the remainder of the show, almost as if he tried his best not to look before but now couldn’t control it. As Josh reached the last note of the last song, they bid their farewells and wished their love to all in the crowd and soon exited the stage.

As the pit fully cleared out, you made your way from the front of the pit despite the security trying to escort you to the boys backstage, you broke out of their hold telling them you needed to go to the restroom and would find your way back there on your own. You felt like you were being babied and honestly needed a drink or two after whatever the hell that show was. You moved through the sea of people and found yourself standing at a bar waving down a bartender, ordering your usual Jack and Coke. As the cold drink met your lips, you could feel yourself loosen up in an instant. Three drinks later you found yourself too far from tipsy but not yet fully drunk, you would give yourself a drink more before you were completely dazed out. You closed out your tab and picked up your phone, being met with text after text from Josh asking where you went. You called him and asked where he was, telling you he was at some restaurant located in the hotel and would send Sam to come and get you. As you sat impatiently, you decided it wouldn’t hurt to get another drink; the boys were probably near drunk by now as well who cares you thought as you ordered another drink, asking for it to be stronger than the last one, asking for this drink just to be put on the room, to which Josh was paying for. As you finished the last drops of your drink it was only a matter of time before the alcohol worked its course and you felt ready to dance and let loose.

Soon, Sam's body found yours as you laughed to him about just how good the show truly was, showering him with compliments on the band's skill. He only laughed alongside you, letting the alcohol drift from his breath to your face, letting you know it indeed was ok to order that last drink. As he guided you back to the restaurant, you were met with surprise seeing as the restaurant was not only a restaurant but a dance club. The seats consisted of a few big, dimly lit booths, and many high tops and scattered lounge chairs. Sam led you to one of the booths and you slid your body right in, to Josh, except the booth was now only being filled by you and Josh, the other three boys out dancing or getting drinks by the bar. You leaned into Josh and shouted as loud as you could over the music.

“The show was amazing Josh,” you said partially slurring your words “thank you for playing my song for me; ‘meant a lot y’know.” You smiled at him, eyes glossy.

“Anything for my favorite girl.” He said, pulling you into his arms and hugging you tightly.

You found yourself being pulled in all sorts of directions as Josh danced the night away with you until your phone read about 2 am. You pulled Josh to the side and told him it was time for you to make your way back to your room and sadness filled his eyes.

“I don’t want the night to end either Josh but I’m tired and drunk and need to sleep.” you laughed lightly.

“Yeah, I know mama. When is your flight back to Nash? Maybe we can spend the day on the strip tomorrow before we gotta go?” You looked at the man like he had six eyes. You were in no state to think of such difficult things, or at least that's how they seemed to you. You lazily gave him an estimate knowing it was some time in the afternoon, but it was late enough for you to spend time with him and the rest of the boys. As you wished him goodnight you stumbled out of the restaurant-themed club and made your way toward the elevators.

As you pressed the elevator buttons and entered in, you pressed the button leading you to the twelfth floor where your room resided. Just as the doors were about to close, a hand wedged itself in between the two doors, opening them back up and bringing you to face a, at least you would think, equally as drunk Jake. You didn’t want to talk to him let alone look at him but god did he look good. As he walked in he let out a small sigh, almost disappointed on who was in the small box with him. Before you could even open your mouth to ask him what floor he was headed to, he leaned in front of you, almost far too close for comfort, and pressed the number directly above the one you lit up and returned to his place on the opposite side, not exchanging a single word. You were praying the floor would stop somewhere else and someone would get into the elevator with the two of you, breaking the awkward silence but no one did. As the elevator made its way up you cleared your throat and as soberly as possible said

“You guys put on quite the show tonight.” You couldn’t tell if it came off as rude or a compliment.

“Glad you enjoyed it, Angel.” He said, his eyes lifting from the floor to look at you, take in your outfit, tailored specifically for this evening. You were dressed in a shorter-than-short silver skirt to show off your height as Jake himself always joked how you should be flaunting your “long legs” whatever the fuck that meant, followed by a black corset that had detailing that was similar to that of what was embroidered on the twins suits. Your skin was covered in glitter, from your chest to your arms and you supported a few dainty necklaces gifted from the boys themselves as well as a bracelet you bought for yourself just for this event. You put on your cleanest pair of go-go boots and do your makeup to resemble Josh, followed by a red lip and your hair in loose curls. How it all stayed on to this moment was a surprise to even you but it did, and maybe this time it genuinely was the alcohol, but you felt hot, really hot. Jake had managed to find time to change so he sported a simple linen set you've seen him wear one too many times before, leaving all but the last two buttons undone to show off his toned chest against the silver of his plethora of silver coins.

“It's not polite to stare.” you stated flatly at the man before you, toying with the bracelet on your wrist to keep you occupied. God this elevator was taking forever.

“You seemed to have no issue earlier towards the end of the show.” He let out slightly with a smug smile almost as if to insinuate something more than what was there.

“I’m sorry? Am I supposed to stare at the floor during a concert?” You snapped back only to be met with a smile forming wider on his lips.

“Like I said, glad you enjoyed Angel.” He said, cooly.

Finally, the elevator reached your floor and you couldn’t help but sit for a minute, debating everything that’s happened between you and Jake, realizing that even after all the years, you find yourself feeling the same way you did for him all that time back. You looked up at the man in front of you in confusion about the way you felt, wondering if he felt the same.

“Goodnight Jake.” you said softly before exiting the small box and beginning the walk down the hallway. As you approached your room you felt like your legs were ready to give out. You pulled your room key out and entered the room, sleep taking over your body. As you walked in you immediately made your way to the bed, needing a minute to regain some energy before getting up again and taking off your ensemble. After a minute, you sat up, taking off your boots, followed by your corset and skirt, taking off your socks and undergarments, and moving to get a a baggy t-shirt and different underwear. Once changed, you made your way toward the bathroom to begin removing your pounds of jewelry. The weight being taken off your neck led you to focus on taking off your bracelet however to your surprise, it wasn’t there. Fuck you thought to yourself. If it was anywhere, it was back in that elevator where you stood fidgeting with it while talking to Jake. You would’ve just let it go had it not been as expensive as it was. You were at a loss of thought. Do you call Jake and ask if he saw it in the elevator? No Jesus no. You tried to collect your thoughts in your drunken state and decided to just go back onto the elevator and look for it there. It was almost 3 am so you would think no one would be out in the hall so you slipped on some ankle socks and crept out of the comforts of your room, making your way to the elevator. Just as you went to press the button to go back down, the doors opened, and before you stood the same man you had just seen minutes before, holding your bracelet. He scanned over your body before stepping out of the elevator, taking in your “pajamas” and smirking slightly.

“You look comfortable.”

“Just give me my bracelet Jake. I’m tired and I want to go to bed.” You snapped at him, almost too loudly.

“Yeesh someone's angry.” He said with a chuckle, reaching his hand out to you.

You snatched it out of his and turned making your way back to the room, not giving him a second longer of your time.

Once you got to the door, the harsh reality hit you. You missed him. He looked so good on that damn stage tonight, it made you realize that you did miss him. You missed the nights when you would spend laughing your asses off at the stupidest tv shows, or the way you would make fun of each other for the way they looked when they woke up in the morning. What you missed most of all? The feeling of his body against yours. The way he made you feel complete. You felt tears build up in your eyes. You had loved him, even from the day he cheated on you, you have always loved him. You never loved another. You missed your Jake. As you entered the room, tears streamed from your eyes, not just out of sadness but anger. Angry that even after he did do this, you still wanted to crawl back into his arms, and be told it was all going to be ok. You moved to grab your phone and opened up your messages. You knew you shouldn’t have but you opened a new conversation and sat, staring at what you would even say. Before you could even type the first letter, a knock at your door filled the silence.

You opened up the door to be met with the eyes of the same boy you had never stopped loving. You locked eyes before the sudden movement of him brought his lips toward yours. It was like he had been thinking the same thing, as his hands met your waist and yours locked around the back of his neck. Quickly, he backed you into the room, kicking the door closed behind him and guiding you towards your bed. Your hands wrapped up into his tangled curls, pulling at them as he deepened the kiss. His hands began to slip under your shirt, searching every inch of your body, stopping just before your chest. As he backed you through your room, you turned, leading him towards the bed instead, moving your hands down to his face. As you approached the bed, you pushed him back and stepped back, moving to lift your shirt off of your body as he worked on his own. Once both were removed, your lips met his again, this time holding more force, as your hands roamed his body, leading you down to his waist, running them over his legs, slowly working their way up to his member, painfully hard already through his linens. A groan hit your lips, letting you know that he wanted this just as badly as you did. All those thoughts of doubt and anger towards him left your mind as he started to work kisses down your chin while you worked on getting his pants off. Once off, you lowered yourself onto your knees, palming him through his underwear as he stared at you with lust-filled eyes as you moved painstakingly slow.

You looked up at him, eyes glossed as you were just as desperate with him and slowly pulled down his underwear, pressing soft kisses to the insides of his thighs. Moving your way up, you could feel his body shudder, struggling to keep the little composure he had left. Finally, you took him into your mouth, pushing him down until he hit the back of your throat and slowly started to move up and down.

“Fuck Y/N.” he whispered, collecting the hair draping around your face, making a ponytail in his fist but using no force and letting you have free reign.

As you got comfortable with the feeling, you began to pick up your pace, settling him at the back of your throat after a little and choking back a gag, tears filling your eyes but this time for all the different reasons. A string of praises and curses left his lips as he started to force your head back up, almost as an instinct. As you let him, he kept up with the pace until he felt it was too much and switched to holding you in place as he began to thrust up into your mouth, quickly, bringing him to let out a loud moan.

He continued to hit the back of your throat and the gag you tried so hard to suppress released itself, causing him to lean his head back in pure ecstasy.

“F-fuck Angel, you're taking me so well” he managed to say with eyes squeezed shut.

The words leaving his lips made the pool forming between your legs ten times worse as you squeezed your legs together for some sort of relief. As you looked up at Jake, his eyes met yours as he reached his hand down to play with your breasts, releasing a moan from your lips. Just as fast as it was happening, it stopped and Jake pulled himself out of your mouth and you up from the floor, pressing kisses along your torso and breasts, hooking his fingers into the sides of your laced underwear. As he pulled them down, he stood, switching positions with you as you slid yourself back towards the head of the bed, laying comfortably as he worked to situate himself between your legs. Following your same movements minutes ago, he began to press kisses into the sides of your thighs, moaning as he did so as if it was pleasure enough to be touching you. Your hand trailed down to the bundle of nerves as the ache growing between your legs began to fog your thoughts. Just as you began to touch yourself, Jake grabbed your wrist stopping you whilst continuing to kiss his way up to that very spot.

He moved your hand out of the way and his lips found your clit, rubbing slow circles with his tongue around the nerves, a quiet moan escaping your lips.

“I wanna hear your pretty little sounds, Angel, don’t get shy on me now.” he said, releasing his mouth from you and slowly moving it back.

As he did so, your breath quickened as he flattened his tongue along your core, taking you in. He refocused his tongue on your clit as his fingers slowly danced along your legs, making their way up to slowly find their way inside of you. Starting with one at a slow pace, your hips jolted forward as you begged for more, allowing him to add a second digit inside of you, picking up the pace. Moans streamed from your lips as he set a steady, fast, pace, whilst continuing to work his tongue over your clit. Your hands found his hair again, pushing his face forward, grinding forward against his lips.

“Holy shit Jake” you moaned out as you began to slowly feel a knot forming in your stomach. Just when you thought it was impossible, he picked up the pace even faster, slipping his hands under your legs pulling you closer, and anchoring you in place as your back arched with pleasure. Your head dug back into the pillows as you let out a close-to-pornographic moan release from your lips. His tongue worked quick circles around your clit, making your head spin with pure pleasure. You had missed the feeling of him on you, in you, and you never wanted to let go of the feeling you gained back.

“J-Jake I’m s’close,” you said a little too loudly “don’t stop, please.” you said with a moan as you could feel you losing yourself with pleasure.

As he continued to work quickly, he involuntarily thrust his hips forward into the mattress and you wanted nothing more than for him to be in you.

“Jake stop fuck stop.” you said almost defeatedly knowing you were close to pure bliss. Immediately without thought, he lifted his face from between your legs, keeping his fingers inserted, moving at a far slower pace.

“What's wrong?” he said breathily, still trying to get his bearings about him.

“Nothing I just,” you said fighting back another moan as his fingers still worked inside of you, “I want you in me, I can’t wait any longer.” you said quickly. He met your words with a smirk and finished by curling his fingers in you and pulling them out, leaving you wishing he didn’t stop. He brought his fingers to his mouth, wrapping his tongue around them and having you watch as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“Jesus you taste so good Angel” he said raspily, moving his way up to be over you, lining himself up. Rubbing his hands up and down his shaft a few times you took the opportunity to switch positions, straddling him. You leaned forward to press kisses to his lips and slowly down to his chin, then neck, sucking harshly assuring you would leave a proud mark for the morning, down to his chest and torso. Slowly, you reached for his member, giving it a few pumps before slowly lowering yourself down onto him, releasing a mouth from your lips due to the stretch his size brought to you. God how I missed him was all you could think to yourself. Slowly, you began to move, setting a slow back-and-forth movement before working yourself to move more intensely. He brought one hand to your hip as if to anchor you there and another to your breast, leaning forward to put one in his mouth and leave one in his hand, eliciting another moan. As his mouth worked over your sensitive breasts, you began to pick up your pace and slowly pick yourself up off him before quickly lowering you wereslef back down, setting a speed for him to adjust to. Eventually, his head flew back to the pillows out of pure bliss, continuing to move his hand over your breast.

You leaned forward towards his neck as he began to thrust into you, letting you leave more small bruises for the morning. His hands now switched from your legs to your ass, having a firm grip you were scared would leave you with bigger bruises to form.

“ I missed you,” he whispered into your ear “fuck I missed you so much.” God, he sounded needy, desperate, as if you could get closer and you just didn’t know it.

“Tell me, what’d you miss jakey.” you said weakly. As much joy as this brought you, you wanted this to last, to be able to do this with him whenever be able to be his again, and you wanted him to confirm your hopes that he felt the same.

“I missed it all Y/N, I-” he cut himself off with a moan as you tightened around him as you tried to hold back a moan, despite his command to be vocal “ I missed your laugh, and your beautiful smile, fuck, I missed every aspect of you.” Good enough you thought to yourself given that he was fucking you fast.

You brought yourself up from his neck, taking control once more, picking up where his pace left off.

“Shit m’close baby.” he said quickly, with eyes squeezed shut, similar to how he looked while you rubbed your tongue down his shaft. The sweat forming on his face caused his hair to stick to his face, similar to on stage, making you want him even more than you already had him. With that, he flipped you over, taking over once more, and quickened the pace ever so slightly, clearly impatient. One leg found its way around his waist as the opposite hand reached for his back, clawing, trying to stabilize yourself.

“M’close too,” you said with tears forming in your eyes out of pure desperation, “Jake, faster and don’t stop.” you said gravelly.

Following your command, he drilled into you as the knot that had been building up for so long finally came undone and euphoria took over your body, your heading stretching back, moans streaming from your lips followed by his name. Just as you had begun to start to come down, his high began as his movements began to falter, letting you know he was there. He began to move back, trying to put out. You wrapped your other leg around him and pulled him closer, stopping his action.

“Inside me.. I want it inside me.” you said quickly, whilst looking up at him.

Without a second thought, he fully pushed back in and released himself into you, continuing to fuck the release into you, slowly and painfully. Once he was done, he pulled out, plopping down beside you, both of you breathing incredibly fast. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed kisses onto the side of your face and chin. With the moment of calm, your mind began to race again, but his voice pulled you out of thought.

“I love you Y/N. I love you, only you, I’ve only ever loved you, ever since the minute I layed eyes on you, I knew that I wanted to be with you for every minute of every day. I’m sorry for what I did but I will never stop loving you till the day I die.” He said sweetly, a tone you’ve not heard in years. You turned to look at him, your face serious but eyes filled with shock. You couldn’t find the words so you pressed your lips to his. The kiss was not like before. It was slow, passionate, everlasting. You pulled away and pushed your forehead against his.

“I love you forever Jacob Thomas Kiszka.” you said with a smile forming on your lips. All that time you had spent angry with him, upset with him, you had just wished he was different and he was. Maybe it took years, but he changed. He was your Jake and he always would be. The smile that formed on his lips matched yours.

“I do have to say miss Y/L/N,” your eyes furrowed with confusion, “I think you outdid the rest of the girls in the pit with your outfit tonight,” he said as you began to laugh about how unserious he was.

“Jake”

“Hm?”

“You’re an idiot”

“But you love me so it works out”

“But I love you so it does work out I guesss” you said dragging out your s’s.

He simply wrapped you up to the side of him pressing a kiss to the side of your head as sleep took over both of your bodies, allowing you to feel content once again with your life knowing you were complete once again.

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Behind Closed Doors: Jake Kiszka x Reader Fanfiction Series

Part One

description: when your best friend asks for a favor, that being having his twin move in with you, you're hesitant. you've never really liked him, but you are struggling to meet your rent, so you oblige. who knew with time that you would become more upset with his presence, or upset with the fact you have underlying feelings for him that you don't want to face?

-the masterlist for this series-

trope: enemies to lovers x roommates au!

warnings for this series: alcohol and tobacco usage, explicit content (18+, minors dni), angst, swearing

word count: 6.4k+

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You had grown accustomed to living alone in your apartment. After your previous roommate moved out to live with her fiancé and letting your name alone fall under the lease, it was considerably harder to meet rent. You had begun overworking yourself to scrabble just enough money to pay your landlord, phone bills - you name it, but it was leaving you feeling fatigue.

With your time off of work when it was granted to you, though, instead of catching up on sleep, you chose to meet with Josh, who was your best friend. You had met him at a small venue that had a multitude of bands performing a mix of country and rock music, and you both bonded over your gratitude for music. You later found out that he had just moved there, along with his twin, who had sought for a new surrounding for his music career. Josh, on the other hand, was a semi-successful short film director who had the opportunity to move out to Nashville for his job. You two clicked instantly, and he insisted on you meeting his brother, to which you were excited over.

But when you met Jake, your enthusiasm about him faltered. Although him and Josh had similar qualities besides their physique, he was much more egocentric. He had held himself on a pedestal, boasting about his life and all his accomplishments, which you grew bored of quickly. You didn't want to have the connotation that he only cared about himself, but your mind couldn't stop you from thinking that.

After spending more time with the twins when you had free time on your hands, you had realized how much Jake bothered you. Sure, at first, he was a stunning individual, but the aggravating part of that was that he knew how handsome of a guy he was and flaunted it. Never asking you many questions unless he was trying to flirt with you, or shooting a snarky remark that only made you roll your eyes. Hate is a strong word, but you strongly disliked his company.

So, you told Josh about your preference, that meaning you didn't want Jake hanging around anymore. He irritated you, and as much as Josh loved his brother, he was very understanding and cut the hangouts with the three of you to a small minimum, then none at all.

You and Josh chose a nearby coffee house, which you worked at, that sat in the middle of both of your guys' apartments to meet at weekly if you were able to. It was mainly for catching up and chatting about numerous things, but sometimes it was just to get out of your apartment and spend some quality time with him. As much of a workaholic you became, it was nice to take a break every so often. And you adored Josh, so seeing him was like a reward after a long week.

You had taken a seat outside on the small patio in a black metal chair after you were served a white mug filled with coffee, waiting for Josh to arrive in front of you. After a few moments, you turned your head to hear his cheerful greeting with a wave, and his other hand occupying a cup of green tea.

He walked over to your side, pulling you into a side hug before sitting across from you and sitting down with a sigh.

"Lovely day out, isn't it?" He threw his hand up while his curls flew with his motions, looking around the sky before meeting your eyes.

"My favorite season has always been fall. Perfect temperature, y'know?" You agreed with him.

He nodded with a hum. "A shame you don't get to experience it as much with how often you work though." He shrugged.

"Some of us aren't as lucky as you to have a high-paying job. Getting sick and tired of the routine."

Josh took a sip from his brown cup, setting it down with his lips pressed together into a smile. "I mean, there's always a solution to end your 'suffering'. Getting a new job, perhaps. Or finding a roommate to help you pay the bills."

"I make pretty good money here - the tips are great," you assure him, "but I don't know how long I can go on doing this. Have considered moving out and downsizing to a smaller place." You looked into the store, bustling with customers you were thankful you didn't have to deal with this day. "But finding a roommate isn't a bad idea. Hell, I've got an empty room collecting dust. Just don't know how to go about finding one."

"Was hoping you'd ask that." He drummed his hands on the table. You set your white, porcelain mug onto the table after he finished the rhythm he set on the round table and looking to him with a confused look.

"You know someone that's looking for a place to stay?" You leaned close to him with your voice brought close to a whisper.

"I do, in fact," he began, "and you know him." His lips curled into a coy smirk, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You squinted your eyes. "Him? What, is Jake looking for a place?" You chuckled.

Josh shrugged at you with his smile growing wider, and you immediately tried shooting him down. Before you could speak, he cut you off.

"Look, I know how you feel about him, but it would take out the awkward stage of getting to know someone new. And I think he's doing alright on booking shows, so he's ready to move out. Think if he was good on his own though, he would've found his own place by now, but I don't know." He gave you a shrug.

"Move out? Wait, where is he staying now?" You crossed your arms.

"Well, he was going through a rough period and got kicked out of his apartment. Needed somewhere to stay until he got back onto his feet, so I told him he could crash at my place until he could fund himself. And I don't know how he's exactly doing with money, but I know he's making it, and I don't think he'd mind your company. Besides, I think he should upgrade to a room of his own instead of my living room."

You shook your head. "I think I'll take a shot at looking for a roommate that isn't a pretentious dick. Post something on Facebook or one of those websites that are made for people looking for roommates."

He grabbed your hand into his. "You'd be doing a huge favor for me, and I could find a way to make it up to you somehow. I know you're just barely meeting rent, and I think Jake is a good option. Might even help you get over how you feel about him."

You sighed, relaxing your shoulders as you thumbed the back of his hand. "I don't really know how being stuck in a confined space with someone you don't like helps making you feel better towards them. I can only imagine it becoming worse."

"Why don't you just think about it? Give it some thought, get back to me, and then give me a final answer. I'll even help him move in, stop by often to make sure there's no tension. It would take a huge weight off your shoulders with how much you work, y/n. You can sit here and say you don't mind working double shifts nearly every day, but you seem to have permanent eye bags."

You removed your hand from his and swatted his shoulder, causing him to chuckle and put his hands up in defense, then reserving them to wrap around his cup.

"Well, I mean there's other places for him to stay, right? Like, he could move back in with your guys' parents."

"He's too prideful for that." He shook his head. "I know he isn't your only option, but he's probably the quickest way to fix your problem. Think about it for a few days, alright?"

You pressed your lips together as you sharply inhaled. The immediate answer was a hard no, but to give Josh some peace of mind, you obliged. "Fine. I'll think about it. But that doesn't mean it's a yes. Don't get too excited."

He nodded with a smile dancing on his lips, taking a sip from his tea and letting the conversation end in the air.

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With it being a week since your conversation with Josh, you had posted on almost every site you could find in search of a roommate. You were becoming desperate, impatient with the time it was taking for a response. You weren't going to choose your seemingly only option, which was served on a bitter, silver platter in front of you. You had hope that someone would answer your posts, since you had chosen about five websites, so you tried to clear your mind of it. Thankfully, work was a great way to keep your focus away from everything else, so you hadn't put much thought into Jake moving in with you.

But, when you had time to think about it, your immediate thought was an absolute no. Surely your apartment would feel cramped with his large ego making a home in it, so there was no way you'd ponder on the idea any longer. The only thing that had you second-guessing your decision was Josh, who said it would be doing a huge favor for him. It was hard to say no to Josh, especially with his infectious smile and sly ways of convincing you into something. It was a blessing and a curse, but in the long run, everything worked out when you said yes to him.

So, what was the main reason why you didn't want Jake to move in with you? Sure, yours and his's interactions weren't the best, along with his first impression leaving you feeling quite uncertain about him. But truly, you were unsure why you didn't like him besides that.

When you walked into work the next day, you figured a second opinion would do you justice on the situation at hand. Your coworker, Stacie, who was the first person you befriended at your job, was about the only person who had worked as much as you. So, seeing her as often as you did, you and her became extremely close overtime.

"I just don't know, Stace," you scrubbed the inside of a mug as you stood next to her at the front counter, "Jake just isn't the kind of person I want living with me. He drives me fucking nuts."

She huffed a laugh. "Why do you let him bother you? He doesn't seem too harmless."

"Of course, you say that. You haven't had the 'honor' of meeting him." You rolled your eyes. "It gets annoying after a while, y'know, setting himself on a high horse and boasting about his lively life. He's just so full of himself that it boils my skin."

"What's the worst that could happen? You and him quarrel a bit, but you both eventually get over it. So what? I mean, you'll probably barely see him with how much you work."

You shrugged with an eyeroll. "Just don't want to narrow my options down to one person just yet." You set the clean mug under the counter and sighed deeply, placing your palms flat on the counter and looking to her.

"Can I be honest with you?" She asked. You gave her a nod, and she continued. "I think you don't want him to move in with you because you're scared that he's actually not as bad as you've put him out to be. You don't want to realize that there's a good possibility you're going about this all wrong."

You pressed your lips tightly together. "I've had plenty of interactions with him to know who he is. If he truly isn't as egotistical as he acts in public, then you can tell me you told me so. How about that?"

"So, you're going to let him move in with you?" Her lips curled into a grin.

"I haven't made up my mind yet, Stace," you shot her down quickly, "but, if another week passes and I still have no one interested in being my roommate, then I might as well call it quits." You shrugged.

"I'll keep asking around for you," she winked at you, "however, I don't think he's a bad option. He's a musician, right?"

"Claims to be. I've never actually seen him perform, though. All I know is that he plays guitar and can sing from what Josh has told me, and Jake going on and on about how many people want to sign him."

She rolled her eyes with a light giggle. "Well, you'll have to let me know how truly talented he is once you hear it. Or, better yet, have him perform here."

She motioned her hand over to the small stage across from the both of you, that sat in the back middle of the shop. It was used as an open-mic stage on Friday's and Saturday's, but usually only had one or two acts consisting of musicians and comedians.

"I'm never giving him that opportunity. If work is my only escape from him, then I'm keeping it that way." You crossed your hands over one another.

"Sounds like you want him to move in with you." She kept her pleased smile on her face as she teased you.

"I wouldn't count on it!" You said in a sing-song tone, turning away from her and beginning to clean another mug.

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After work that night, you stared up at your ceiling, flat on your back, in thought. When your apartment was filled with silent air, only accessing your mind to fill with your roommate situation, you were left thinking about Jake. Different outcomes of the living arrangement flooded your brain, and you couldn't put them to rest. What if he truly wasn't as bad as you put him out to be, just as Stacie said? What if he was a genuine person who only put on a facade in public?

You decided to call Josh in slight frustration, waiting only a few moments as the phone rang for him to pick up.

"Speaking." Josh said.

"Hey," you sighed, "have time to talk?"

"Is this a talk-on-the-phone situation, or do I need to drive over?" He asked.

"I don't have a preference," you took a breath, squeezing your eyes shut, "it's about Jake."

"First time I think you've called me about him in a long time," he chuckled, "what's up? Have a final decision on the matter?"

You shook your head as you relaxed your eyes open. "I'm unsure. I talked with Stacie about it, and she tells me it's a good idea, but..."

"You think you're going to regret it?"

"Yeah, yeah I do," you huffed a laugh, "she gave me the idea that I am going about this all wrong and to just give it a shot, despite what I think."

"Meaning you think he's a 'pretentious dick', as you like to refer to him as?" Josh spoke.

"I guess. I mean, you know him better than I do. And I want full honesty when I ask this, but is he really that cocky all the time?"

Josh hesitated for a moment before he began. "Well, there's a short and a long answer to this. The short answer is no. The long one is that it's complicated."

"Care to explain?" You asked him.

"You know how when you meet someone, sometimes you try so hard to make a good first impression that you come across as vain? Yeah, well, he tends to do that. He's not particularly mean, nor as self-absorbed as he likes to pretend. Although, he is a bit arrogant at times, that's only really in a public setting. In a more intimate one such as a home, he's a great guy. I wouldn't set you up for failure if I knew it wasn't a good idea."

"Define great guy. Because that term has a lot of meaning behind it."

Josh chuckled into the phone. "Okay, uh, well, he's a kind person. Very caring, affectionate. He's got an interesting personality on him. Like, once you truly get to know him, he's quite funny. His humor is very similar to mine, but he doesn't like to show it off as much. I'd consider him a bit more reserved in that way. He's the kind of person that'll go to the ends of the earth when you need him to, the kind of person that would be there for you at a drop of a hat. It's hard to believe he's that way, from your experiences with him, but as I've known him a bit longer than you, you've just got to take my word for it."

You began to pick at the bottom hem of your shorts, watching your fingers twist the material in your fingertips. "Maybe I'm just overthinking too much."

"Yeah, and maybe worried that you're going to be miserable. I'm not going to lie to you, it'll take some time to warm up to him, but you'll be golden once he finally lets his guard down."

"I guess." You shrugged. That's all you could say to him, because frankly, you didn't know what else to follow that up with. You had too many questions that you could've bombarded him with, and despite knowing that Josh would answer everything, you just chose to flatly answer back to him.

"He likes you, y'know." Josh mentioned to you shyly.

You released a boastful laugh, tilting your head back into your pillow. "Yeah, right. He likes the idea of me. Think the only thing he wants from me is the thing he wants from most girls."

"Who knows, but I don't know, I'm just his brother who he tells everything to." He sighed dramatically. "What, are you afraid that you might have feelings for him, too?"

"Not a chance," you continued your light laughter, "sure, he's an attractive individual, but he's not my type at all."

"Well, I predict that your mind will change with time. Perhaps, you know, him moving in with you and the both of you creating a bond... It's a perfect story line, in my opinion."

"One that would work out in one of your films?" You flicked your eyes towards your phone. "Yeah, not this story, Josh. Don't expect me to cave in just yet."

"You're a tough one to crack, I'll hand it to you. But you should know Kiszka's are quite persistent."

"I certainly know you are with how much you text me asking me if I've made my mind up yet." You shook your head and relaxed your fidgeting hand on your lower stomach.

"And there's your proof," he said, "it's getting a bit late now. As much as I'd love to talk to you all night long, I've got to get up extra early in the morning. Duty calls!"

You giggled and said your goodbyes to him. Your phone was placed flat on the bed next to you, and your eyes reserved back to the ceiling above you. With a deep breath, you repeated the conversation in your head. You trusted Josh with everything, so why should you not about Jake? Maybe he was right about him, and you were just oblivious to his true character.

Whatever the matter was, you were bored with the thought of it all. You were exhausted from your double shift earlier, and sleep was what you needed most. After a quick check for notifications on your post and finding nothing, you put your mind at slight ease and called it a night.

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Why do I let him bother me so much? you thought. What was the true reason, deep down that had pulled you away from letting him move in with you?

You pondered the reason at work, since it was one of your slower days, so you had unfortunate time on your hands to dedicate to your thoughts to Jake.

Other than just getting on your nerves, there was no real reason why him moving in would be a terrible idea. You had no concept of what kind of person he would be at home, or how well he kept himself.

With all this time on your hands, you realized that you were letting your anger about your original impression on Jake get the best of you. You had never experienced him without any surrounding factors such as a bar or at Josh's house. You hadn't had a moment with Jake where you two were alone, or where he wasn't acting in his true character. As someone who had the potential to be optimistic, and trusting in Josh's words, you forced yourself to believe that Jake had yet to show his true colors.

On your break at work, you checked your posts for any texts about potential roommates. And you were left with your final decision, which you couldn't say you were jumping for joy at but were a bit relieved you had it situated.

"Josh?" You said into the phone after he picked up.

"Everything okay? I'm a bit-."

You took in a sharp inhale, squeezing your eyes shut with slight aggravation. "I've decided that I'm okay with it. Jake can move in with me."

"Wow, alright! I'll let him know. When do you want to him to be at your apartment with his stuff?"

"I guess as soon as possible. I've got rent coming up shortly, and a few other bills, so having him help me pay those will give me a good idea on how good of a roommate he will be."

"Fair enough," he said, "how about in two days? Think I can swing by for some 'moral support' and help keep everything a bit more civil. Will you be off?"

"I think I'll be able to take it off. Don't worry, I'll be there with all the paperwork for him. No way he's entering my apartment when I'm not there."

He chuckled into the phone. "Understandable. Alright, well, we'll be there. Say, in the afternoon? I can text you when we're on our way."

"That sounds good, thanks," you said, "I'll see you then."

You exchanged your goodbyes, and you exhaled a deep breath that felt like a wave of relaxation had washed over your body. You had work to worry about, rather than be upset that you had settled for Jake moving in. So, you cut your break short, and decided to put your mind on that instead.

The unfortunate part of this was having your heart banging against your chest at your seemingly spontaneous decision. How long had it been since you've seen him? A few months? You were sure that he hadn't changed in that short period of time, but all you could do was hope. There was no point in feeling annoyed with yourself and your choices, living in regret. Besides, he hadn't even unpacked his stuff into your apartment, or signed anything to make things official. As much as you were ready to already back out of your decision with your overthinking mind, you had already notified Josh, so there was no point to disappoint him.

But when the day had come that it was time for Jake to arrive at your apartment, you made sure you woke up extra early to clean your place high and low in order to set high expectations for him. You had already made your rules for him up in your mind and prepared to lay down on him. If you were going to let him live with you, you two had to be on the same page about things.

While you were lost in thought, you noticed that Josh had texted you that him and Jake were on their way. You took a deep breath, tapping your foot rapidly against the bottom of your stool and resting your cheek in your palm.

You had set the papers you received from your landlord flat on your small kitchen island, losing your sight as you stared at them. Seemingly dissociating for a moment while you sat there. This was a large change in your everyday life, and one that you didn't expect to happen any time soon. Out of all people, it was Jake who would be living in the room right next to yours, which was split by a bathroom. Too close to each other, you thought. Even a closed bedroom door would make you feel cramped by his presence.

The call box rang, and you immediately shot your eyes up to the noise and stood up with shaky legs. You answered it, hearing Josh's voice, and allowed him to enter the building. Your hands grew clammy with nervousness. Wiping them on the backs of your jeans, you stood close to the door and listened for their footsteps of arrival.

When you heard a knock at your door, you opened it immediately and saw Josh standing alone, empty-handed, with a small smile plastered on his face. He was wearing his normal attire, a white long sleeve shirt and brown khaki shorts.

"Hey," you crossed your arms, "where's Jake? And all of his stuff?"

"He wanted a tour first." He explained, then stepping into your apartment.

"What, is he unsure about moving in and my place?" You said with scrunched brows. This was off to a rough start, and you could feel your skin becoming hot. This was frustrating for you enough, and for him to make it a bit more difficult by extending the period of him settling in was just the icing on the bitter cake.

"No, he-."

"I just want the lay of the land before I bring my stuff in. Is that so bad?" Jake entered the room, throwing his hands off to his sides with a cocky grin.

You took a moment to examine him, what he was wearing, how he appeared. He had a flannel of red, blue, and green on with a white t-shirt underneath. Wearing black ripped jeans and black shoes to match, it was his casual attire that you hadn't been familiar with. It caught you off guard slightly to see an alternative appearance of him, but nonetheless, you weren't excited to see him in any way or light.

"Jake." You said as you stood up straight.

He nodded at you. "Y/n. Been a long time, hasn't it?"

"Not long enough." You shrugged.

"Alright," Josh clasped his hands together, "care to show him around?"

You flicked your eyes to Josh with a light sigh. "Yeah, sorry." You gave one more look to Jake, giving him a tight-lipped smile, and began your short tour.

You spoke minimally, showing him the kitchen that laid behind the three of you. Then, the living room that sat across from the kitchen, the short hallway that housed the bathroom and your bedroom, along with his.

You didn't enter your room, but you did allow him to look around his new room. He was quiet, just like his brother, walking around it and pressing his hand flat on the bed and pushing onto it. He nodded satisfactorily, then looked up to you with a smile.

"Is your room up to par, Jake?" Josh said to him.

"I could get used to it." He said to him.

After you left the bedroom, Josh let you know they'd be back with Jake's boxes. You offered to help, but they insisted that they had it under control.

Watching them walk in and out with Jake's items, it hit you harder that he was now living with you. You chose to set yourself against the wall outside of Jake's new bedroom, seeing them pass in and out of your apartment.

Josh stopped following Jake and chose to stand across from you on the other side of the doorframe.

"Regretting your decision?" He folded his arms.

"I don't know," you placed your head against the blue-grey wall, "I'm trying to be optimistic about this, you know, since he's going to be the reason I get to stay here." You said. "But I'm not a huge fan of him. I mean, I feel like we're already off to a rough start."

He looked over his shoulder to see Jake walking in with a singular brown box, passing the both of you and setting it in his room with the rest of his stuff. He began unpacking quietly, crouching on the ground and tearing open a few of the boxes.

"Well, there's really no backing out now." He brought his voice down to a whisper. "Maybe you should try talking to him, put your guys' past behind you and starting off fresh."

You scoffed. "Starting fresh," you shook your head, "we'll see how far that goes.

He only shrugged at you, joining his brother and helping him put his clothes into his drawers and closet. With an eye roll, you dragged yourself into the room and walked over to Jake. You noticed he had two guitar cases unopened, propped up on the walls.

"Guitars." You said to him, pointing at them.

He closed a drawer that he finished filling and lifted his head towards you. "Wasn't going to leave them at Josh's. Kind of need them, y'know? Brought my amp, too."

"How long have you been playing?"

"Ever since I could remember. Think I was two, but it feels like I've picked up a guitar as soon as I was born."

"He's quite the musician." Josh pointed at the both of you with a toothy grin.

Jake nodded at him. "Anyways, I've always liked music. I'm thankful that I get to do it as my career."

You nodded. "I'm sure it's hard finding work as a struggling soloist, huh?"

He looked at you with a scrunched face. "I've actually been able to get lots of gigs, actually. What gives you the impression that I'm not doing well for myself?"

"Well, you're moving in with me after crashing at Josh's place because you got kicked out of your own apartment. Figured if you were doing well, you'd be living on your own."

"This is more of a favor for you, alright? Do you think I was jumping for joy at the idea of living with you?" He turned his body towards you.

"More of a favor for me? I figured you would be so excited to live with me since Josh told me you-."

"I unpacked a good amount of your stuff, Jake." Josh quickly cut in. "Think it's time to get some of your 'decorations' out to make the room a bit more you."

You both looked towards Josh, giving each other a singular glare before stepping a part for each other. You felt your blood boil at the sight of his stuff bombarding your once empty room, and you realized that you began the small argument. You couldn't figure out what to talk to him about, especially since you two didn't seem to have a lot in common. But, with the unfortunate time that you had with him, you were bound to learn almost everything about him.

After the room was fully finished, throwing away the boxes outside in a large bin and Jake being fully settled in, Josh said his goodbyes to the both of you. You wished he would have stayed longer, but he would've had to leave at some point.

Before you left the room, Jake called your name.

You turned to him. "Need anything?"

"Just wondering how you feel about being stuck with me now."

"Hopefully it's not for too long." You gave him a shit-eating grin.

"Well, I think it's going to be fun living with you."

"We'll see how you feel about that when I go over the ground rules, which I think we can start with now." You nodded at him, folding your arms.

"You have rules for me? You're quite the stickler." He chuckled at you.

"It's so we can maintain a civil living environment, be on the same page about things..." You trailed off. "I'm sure there are some things you want me to be aware of."

"Perhaps I'll think of some," he exhaled his words, "but aren't rules meant to be broken sometimes?"

You noticed his lips curl into a devious smile. He was trying to get under your skin quickly, but you weren't going to allow it.

You decided to play back. "If that means more fun, then sure they are."

The slightest hint of a genuine smile replaced the original smile he once wore, but he quickly changed his demeanor.

"Give me an example, then."

You shook your head. "I don't know, but none of rules I'm setting down for you are supposed to be broken. That'll guarantee you a kick to the curb."

He sighed, throwing his hands to his side and taking a defeated breath. "I was starting to think you were a bit exciting."

"I can be a bit deceitful at times. But I like to think of myself as a fun individual." You could feel a smile forming on your mouth, one that tightened at your cheeks. But with a tug on the inside of your lip, you were able to break it.

He folded his arms. "We'll venture your thrillingness another time. Should go ahead and give me those rules that seem to be so important to you."

"I'm sure you have some things you want me to be aware of, right? Boundaries that you don't want crossed - stuff like that." You began walking out of the bedroom.

He followed behind with minimal space between you. "I didn't have the time to think of some. Maybe I'll write some down and post them on the fridge." He gave you a shrug.

You stopped your movements once you hit the kitchen, turning around and noticing the proximity between the both of you.

You looked to him. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, alright? Now, let's start. So-."

He cut you off. "How many rules are there? Like, are they ones that are common sense or ones that would make me want to move out already?"

"If you'd let me talk and stop being impatient, then you'll figure it out."

For a moment, you two stood there, staring each other down like a faceoff. Who would break first? Who would accept defeat? Tension rose in the room, building up a small barrier between yours and his's bodies that felt like it was meant to be broken. You didn't want to leave the wall there between you two, as you began to feel trapped with annoyance.

You decided to restate yourself, calmly. "Some of them are pretty basic rules, like don't be late on rent and bills, make sure you're giving me your half and not cutting me short. Don't have anyone over unless you tell me, just because it's the right thing to do. I don't want anyone showing up when I'm indecent or the place is a mess."

"Do you not clean your apartment often?" He furrowed his brows.

You placed your hand on your forehead. "I do, Jake, it's just a circumstantial issue. Sometimes I don't have free time on my hands to keep the place tidy because I work so often, and I come home exhausted every night. And that leads me to my next rule: Keep your space tidy, and since you're living here, clean up around a bit if you make a mess. That's common sense, right?"

He nodded slowly. "Yeah, that makes sense. What else?"

You trailed your body around the island, while Jake stood center in the room. "Don't crank your amp up all the way when I'm home. Maybe even keep it down a bit while I'm out just in case of noise complaints. I'm fine with you playing, practicing, all of that. Just try and be mindful of others."

He cocked his head to the side slightly with a grin. "Maybe you should invest in a pair of earplugs."

"I'll have you know I already have a pair, but I'd prefer not to use them all the time. This is my place just as much as it is yours now. Clear?"

"Crystal." He stated plainly. "Anything else?"

You began talking about different rules that the landlord had set already, saying that he had to follow them for obvious reasons. You also told him if you had any other rules, you'd let him know. But for now, you had nothing else to say.

You showed him the papers he had to sign so you could hand them to your landlord, which was a small stack and could easily be finished in a few minutes. A black ink pen was set down next to the papers, and you watched intently for a few moments as he sat down, read them quickly, and signed.

He paused his motions, flicking his eyes up to you and setting them down onto the papers. "You don't have to stand there and watch me. I'm signing them, don't worry."

Your cheeks crept with a light pink shadowing over your face. "Right, sorry," you clasped your hands together, "I'll just go get ready for work."

You made your way over to your bedroom. You had almost made it down the hallway, until Jake spoke up.

"Where do you work?"

You turned on your heels to face him. "Brewology Coffee House. I'm an acting manager there."

He had his head over his shoulder towards you. "Ah, I don't think I've been. I'll have to stop by one of these days."

"I don't like the sound of that." You huffed a laugh through your nose.

"I have free will. Perhaps I'll come get some coffee tonight."

You shook your head with an eye roll. "Don't think about it. I can kick you out, you know."

He chuckled lightly. He turned his attention back to his papers, and said, "You won't. Think you're starting to like me."

"Not even remotely close." You shook your head and finally went to your bedroom to change.

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Part Of The Band

j.t.k x f.reader

part three

part two

a/n: present day! how exciting… what's in store for y/n and jake now? will he stay in her past or is there still something there? enjoy :)

word count: 5.2k

warnings: not much; some swearing, mentions of alcohol, references to sex but no smut, a bit of angst if you squint but it's more like sad angst, kind of fluffy. the next chapter will be super juicy! just wanted to fill in the gaps for the time jump

June 2023

“Y/N, did you pack the bath towels into one of your boxes? I can’t find them,” you hear Sophie yell from down the hall. You turn around to look through your boxes, digging through a few of them before finding the towels. “Yeah, Soph, they’re right here!” you reply then turn back to your dresser to pack the rest of your things.

You and Sophie graduated from UCLA a month ago and have spent the last few weeks preparing for this new chapter of your life. You got a Bachelor of Arts in Creative Writing, so you could start your life wherever you wanted.

Sophie, however, was a bit more limited on where she could find employment. She graduated with a degree in Entertainment Management, so she had to go to cities where she could use it. After doing research over the past year, she decided to move to Nashville, Tennessee to pursue a career. Knowing that you could continue your work anywhere, especially remotely, and not wanting to live with anyone else, you decide to go with her.

The two of you searched the housing market for weeks before finding your new home. It’s a cute little townhouse in Midtown with a rustic look and two floors, with enough room for you both and affordable rent. Your lease starts on Saturday, so you both are finally packing after weeks of procrastinating.

You guys are mostly finished, but you’re still packing up the small stuff in your bedroom before you pack it all up into the moving truck that will drive your things to your new house. It would take about two days for them to get there, so your flight will leave tomorrow morning for Nashville.

You pack up the rest of your clothes besides the outfits that you’ll bring on the plane and then turn to your vanity to pack up those things. You start adding some of your jewelry to the small box and then pull out a white rope bracelet. Your face drops at the sight of it and you sit down at the edge of your bed, looking down at it in your hands. You still remember the last time that you saw it.

It's been a while since you’ve thought about Jake. You left his hotel that day and returned to your apartment feeling like you’d just awoken from a dream that you never wanted to end. But you would never hear from him again. The holidays hit and then you were flung back into your schoolwork. He was embarking on a new tour with dates in the U.S. and Europe, jumping around from place to place.

You still followed him on Instagram, but his posts were few and far between. You’d get glimpses of him now and then on the rest of the guys’ socials, or the occasional post on the band’s account, but other than that you didn’t see much of him. You kept up with the band a lot at first and it would often cause a harsh sting in your chest, so you decided after a month or two that it would be best if you restricted how much you paid attention to them.

You do listen to the music a lot, though. Going to see them years ago sparked something new in you and you liked it. Josh’s voice especially pushed you to listen to their songs frequently; his voice calmed you and put you at peace when you needed it most. You also found yourself listening to Jake’s guitar solos and reminiscing about what it felt like for them to be played directly to you.

This was all in the past though, and now is not the time to be thinking about the past. You’re about to take a huge step toward your future. When Sophie mentioned the idea of moving to Nashville for the first time, you felt a bit hesitant. You knew that was where Greta Van Fleet lived and spent most of their time, and the last thing you wanted was to see Jake again. You knew that he was a rockstar, touring all over the world. You weren’t his first “fan” hookup, and you surely wouldn’t be the last. But Sophie assured you that it was almost two years ago and he probably doesn’t even remember that night. Nashville was a big city, it’s unlikely that you’d see him again, right?

You shook your head to snap yourself out of it and then tossed the bracelet into the box with the rest of the jewelry. You take one more look around your empty room and then start to bring your boxes out to the moving truck. You and Sophie share a bottle of wine, straight from the bottle since you’ve packed all of your glasses, and then head to bed. You have to be up quite early for your flight.

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As your plane starts descending toward the Nashville airport, your chest is lit up with feelings of nerves and excitement. You reach over and squeeze Sophie’s hand, smiling at her and turning back to look out of the window. This was the first time you’ve ever left California, having been born and raised in San Francisco and then attending college in LA. You’d never been on a plane before since your mom had a fear of flying, so your family vacations always stayed within the tri-state area. Now the East Coast was calling your name and you’re more than happy to answer it.

The Uber takes you from the airport to your new place and you and Sophie get out of the car and then take it all in. The truck was already there waiting for you, so the both of you walked up to the house to unlock the door and start unpacking. You watch as Sophie turns the key in the door and pushes it open and you enter the threshold to look at the empty foyer. It feels like a blank canvas and you both can’t wait to start making it your own.

The movers bring in the large furniture, like the couch, dining table, and mattresses, while you start to unpack the small stuff in the kitchen and Sophie unpacks the bathroom items. Once the movers bring everything into the house and leave, you and Sophie realize that you’re quite hungry. You search online for the closest pizza place and order delivery and then you both finish up unpacking the first floor. Once you hear the pizza delivery guy ring the doorbell, the two of you have finished unpacking the kitchen and dining room.

You grab the pizza and place it on your dining table, sitting down at it. You grab a few slices and put it on a plate, taking a bite. “Well, Soph. This is it. Our home. How’s it feel?” you say, looking across the table at her. “Feels great. But I could sleep for a week, babe. I’m so serious,” she replies, taking a bite of her pizza and then throwing her head back onto the back of the chair in exhaustion. “I know, girl. I think we did enough for today. Let’s just make our beds and then take care of the rest in the morning,” you say, eating more of your dinner.

The next day, the two of you finish setting up the living room, the bathroom, and your bedrooms. You went out to thrift stores in the afternoon to find decorations to make the place more personal and homier, which helped a lot. You adorned the living room with cute string lights along the walls and placed some decorative blankets on the couch. You bought a little plant for the coffee table and a vintage table to put your record player on top of, with slots underneath to store your vinyl collection. The kitchen was decorated with cute floral tea towels and curtains along the window by the sink. You bought matching towels for the bathroom as well and a shower curtain to go with it.

In your bedroom, you bought new bedding for your larger bed, having upgraded from a twin to a queen, which is black and white, and decorated with constellations and planets. You unpacked all of your clothes into your vintage wooden dresser and placed all your makeup and jewelry on top of your matching wooden vanity. Amongst your bracelets and rings is Jake’s sailor knot bracelet, which you choose to keep out, despite the moral dilemma.

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You’ve been in Nashville for two weeks now and you and Sophie have finally settled in. Your house is starting to become a home and you’re really starting to like the city. You realize, however, that it’s time to find a job. You want to be more of a freelance writer, taking your own time on your first novel, so you’ll need a part-time job to help pay the rent. It’s July 4th weekend, so Sophie is off today on a long weekend and you decide to use this opportunity to go look around town for job openings.

“Hey Soph, can I take the car out to go look for jobs?” you ask, popping your head into her bedroom. You see her typing furiously away on her laptop and looks up at you when she hears your voice. “Oh, yeah babe that’s fine. I’m just getting some last-minute projects done before tomorrow. Good luck!” I smile as I grab the car keys from the top of her dresser and say, “Thanks, hon. I’ll bring you a coffee on the way back, yeah?” You turn and head toward the door and hear a muffled “Thanks!” from behind you as you walk out the door.

You head further into town and pop your head into a few places; a coffee shop, a vintage clothes store, a convenience store. None of them are hiring, though, and you’re beginning to feel a bit discouraged. As you walk back to your parked car, you see a sign for a building across the street: Rhythm of Space Records. You decide to cross the street and check it out- as if you need to spend any more money on records right now.

As you approach the door, you notice a help wanted sign on the window. Perfect. You open the door and the little bell on top rings, causing the person at the counter to raise their head from scrolling on their phone and look up at you. You approach the counter and she gives you a typical customer service smile. “Hey, welcome in! What can I help you with?” she asks.

“Well, I came to browse your selection, but I just saw on the window that you guys were hiring… Would I be able to apply?” She smiles widely, saying excitedly, “Yes! Totally! Dad’s gonna be stoked, we’ve been needing some extra help around here.” She pulls a piece of paper and a pen from under the counter and slides it over to you.

“Here, you can fill it out now if you want. I can give it right to my dad, he’s just in the office back there. I’m Iris,” she says, reaching her hand out to shake yours. You shake her hand, “Like the song?” you ask. She giggles. “Yes, like the song. My dad is a huge Goo Goo Dolls fan. A big music lover in general, if you can’t tell,” she says, waving her arms around, referencing the store. “Well, I like it. I’m Y/N.”

The two of you chat for a few minutes while you wait for her father to come out from the office. You learn that Iris is 20 years old and studying music at a local community college, commuting from home. She grew up in Nashville and has worked at her dad’s shop since she was 15, which he opened not long after she was born. She tells you that he’s also a musician and likes to play some of the local bars sometimes, inviting you to tag along. It felt nice to finally make a friend in this new city.

Iris’s dad, John, eventually comes out and you hand him your application. He looks it over and the two of you discuss your deep interest in music, and then he says you’re hired. You’ll start your first shift on Monday, opening the shop up with Iris. You accept excitedly, gather a staff shirt with the logo on it, and then head out to your car. You stop to get Sophie a latte before heading home, just like you said you would. You pop into her room to say hi, handing her the drink then heading into your room. You relax for a while and then decide to tuck in early.

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Your alarm goes off at 9 a.m. on Monday and you roll out of bed to take a shower. You throw your long, wet hair into a loose braid down your back, leaving your curtain bangs hanging out to frame your face. You fix your bangs slightly with a blow-dryer and hairbrush before heading downstairs to have a quick bowl of cereal before leaving for work. The store is only about a fifteen-minute walk from your house, so you enjoy the short walk in the warm Nashville weather. Nashville is definitely a bit cooler than California in the summer, but it’s still warm enough for you to break a bit of a sweat.

You near the store and see Iris leaning against the window, looking down at her phone, waiting for you. “Morning,” you say as you approach her. She looks up at you and half-smiles, looking very groggy. She’s clearly not a morning person. “Hey, Y/N,” she says tiredly, then turns around to unlock the door. The two of you step into the store and she locks the door behind you. “There’s a coffee machine in the back room. We’re gonna need it,” she says, B-lining it to the back of the store. You follow her to the back and watch as she adds water and turns the coffee machine on.

“We really have to do inventory today. It sucks, I know, but if we both work together we can try and get it done before the shift change at 2.” She pours out a mug of coffee, handing it to you, which you happily accept. She then pours herself one, takes a sip, and then steps out into the main area of the store. She checks her watch, the time says 9:58. “Alright. Time to open up,” she says, heading to the front to unlock the door for the day. “I can start with the first half of the alphabet, if you wanna do the last half? Split up at M?” you say, to which you see her nod and then head to the other side of the store.

You start to go through every record from A to M, which is a lot. This store was certainly stacked with vinyls- you’ve been going through them for an hour and a half now and you’ve only just gotten to the G section. Combing through the albums and taking notes of what you have in stock, you come across a familiar album cover: Greta Van Fleet- The Battle at Garden’s Gate. Shit. You take it out from the rest of the records and look at it for a moment, a small frown spreading over your face. You start to run your fingers over the cover, feeling the texture of it, then place it back in the bin with the rest. You try to shake it off, not wanting to distract yourself from your work.

Two hours later, you’ve finished inventory and are taking some time to look around the store a bit more. You’re combing through the CDs on the far wall with your back facing the door when you hear the bell on the door jingle. Iris is closer to the door at the moment, so you decide to just let her handle it and don’t turn around to look in their direction. As you continue looking through the CDs, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You jump, feeling startled since you thought that you were standing there alone.

“Oh, I’m sorry, you scared me-” you say, turning around to face them. That’s when you saw him. Jake. In the flesh, only a few feet away from you. Your eyes widen and your jaw drops slightly at first before you realize how crazy you must look and quickly pull yourself together. The moment that you’d been dreading ever since moving here has finally arrived. You start to open your mouth and say something, but he beats you to it.

“Y/N! What are you doing here? I haven’t seen you since…” he says with a shy smile, trailing off as he looks at you and takes you in. It’s been so long now, you’ve both changed so much. He’s cut his hair short now, just above shoulder length. He has some lingering facial hair, still clean-shaven but there’s some stubble there. Last you’d seen him online, around the end of last year, he’d had long hair and remnants of a mustache, which was a bit rugged-looking. This new look suited him.

He still dressed the same as the last time you saw him. A half-buttoned button-up, tattered jeans, and boots. His eyes are concealed by dark sunglasses, but you can still see hints of them through the glass. Despite being covered, you can feel them boring into you, studying you. You finally manage to get a sentence out after getting over the initial shock of it all.

“Jake… Hi,” you say, locking eyes with him. You watch his gaze soften as he looks at you, and you go on to answer his question. “Sophie and I just moved here a few weeks ago now, she wanted to work here after graduation and I don’t have much of a direction yet, so I decided to come along…” you say shyly, starting to avoid his eyes now out of nervousness when you see his face drop a little.

“A few weeks… why didn’t you call me?” he asks, a hint of pain in his voice. You really didn’t think he would care, you thought that he’d long forgotten about you. You pause for a moment, unsure of what to say. You didn’t want to offend him, but you had hoped to never have to run into him out of fear of awkwardness. “Jake, I-,” you start, reaching over to place your hand on his arm, “I honestly wasn’t sure if you would want to hear from me… I haven’t seen you in nearly two years, I didn’t want to bother you. I kind of figured that you’ve forgotten about me by now.”

He reaches up to his face to remove his sunglasses, sliding them into his shirt pocket. He looks up to meet your eyes again, with a disappointed look in his eyes. “Sweetheart… how could I ever forget about you?” he says, bringing his hand up to brush some of your bangs out of your face. “I told you that I wouldn’t forget you, didn’t I?”

You lean into his touch a bit and nod, “I know, I know. I just- it had been so long since I’d heard from you, I thought that maybe that’s what you say to all of the girls you…” your sentence is cut off as you see someone with a Rhythm of Space shirt on enter the shop, walking in with Iris’s dad. This must be your relief for the day, you think.

You look over to the left and see Iris watching you, smirking at you and raising her eyebrows when she catches your eye. Rolling your eyes, you look back at Jake, whose eyes still haven’t looked away from you. “You know what, I’m about to get off work. Can you wait here for a few minutes while I clock out and gather my things? I won’t be long. We can go somewhere to talk,” you say, looking up at him hopefully as you wait for a response. You watch the corners of his mouth turn upwards as he says, “Yeah, I can wait.”

You turn around and walk behind the counter to clock out on the register. You go into the back room and grab your bag, taking off your work shirt and replacing it with a baggy Beatles t-shirt. You leave the back room and Iris smirks at you, saying “Enjoy the rest of your day, Y/N,” teasing you. You jab her side with your elbow jokingly as you walk past her and then return to Jake, who has put his sunglasses back on, covering his eyes once again as he leans against the window with his hands in his pockets.

“Know any good places to go around here? I’m still new, so I haven’t exactly claimed any regular haunts just yet,” you say, trying to lighten the mood with him a bit. He smiles and says, “Yeah, I know a place,” opening the door for you to walk through, then following you out.

His car is parked right in front of the store, which you notice as he unlocks it with his eyes and then opens the passenger side door for you to get in. It’s a nice car, which doesn’t surprise you given the level of fame they’ve risen to. He rounds the car and gets in on the other side, sitting down and starting it. You drive for about five minutes before pulling into the parking lot of a cozy-looking diner.

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Jake walks up to the hostess stand to get you both a table and you sit down at a little booth in the corner of the restaurant. The place has a retro aesthetic and each table is decorated with a mini jukebox where you can enter song requests from the catalogue. The waitress comes to bring you glasses of water and you take a look at the menu.

“This place is so cute!” you say, looking up at him. He’s smiling down at the menu to himself and says “I thought you might like it. This is Josh’s favorite place.” The idea of that makes you happy, knowing that you and his twin were so similar. “I should have guessed. Josh has great taste…” You order a cheeseburger and fries and Jake gets a sandwich. Now, here comes the hard part.

He takes his glasses off and slips them into his shirt pocket again, then laces his fingers together and places his hands on top of the table. His dark, chestnut eyes look into yours with a hint of sadness. He takes a deep breath and then decides to break the silence. “Y/N… I’m really sorry that I didn’t reach out after that night. Things really took off after the end of that tour and it got the better of me. I should’ve checked in with you,” he says, reaching across the table to place his hand over yours. You flick your eyes down to where your hands met and then back up to him, smiling timidly.

“Jake, you didn’t owe me anything. We only spent one night together, I’m sure you’ve spent plenty of nights with lots of different girls. I didn’t want to hold onto the hope that this was something more than it was.” You look up at him to wait for his reply, and he seems wounded by our words. He shakes his head a bit and squeezes your hand lightly.

“I never intended to make you think that I didn’t care for you. Because I do. More than I ever thought was possible. That wasn’t just a one-time thing for me, you’re not just another girl. You walked into our show blind, not knowing the band or who I was, and when I looked at you in the crowd, I could tell that you just saw me for me. Not just a rockstar in your favorite band, or someone who you can use to get whatever you want.”

He brings his hand from your hand to your cheek, cupping it and stroking it with his thumb sweetly. “You saw me and you heard my music and that was all you cared about. I’ve never had that before, ever. It’s something that I’ve been chasing ever since and I still haven’t been able to find it anywhere else, even after all this time…”

Your eyes soften as you look at him and how he’s pouring his heart out to you. “I’m sorry that I didn’t call. I wanted to, I just… I guess I felt embarrassed. I didn’t want to bother you after all this time if I was just one night to you. I wasn’t sure if you’d felt the same way and I didn’t want you to think I’d moved here for the wrong reasons, like I was obsessed with you or something.”

He continues to rub his thumb along your cheek as he answers. “Sweetheart, you were never just one night to me. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you ever since that night. Not just because of how good you felt under me,” he says with a smirk, “but because of how well you got along with my family, your love for music, and the kindness in your heart. You’re one of a kind, Y/N.” “Can we start over?” you ask, looking up into his eyes. “Yeah. We can start over,” he says with a smile.

The food comes shortly after and the two of you catch up as you eat. You learn that they finished their last huge tour a few months ago and that they have a new one planned to start in just two weeks. Their album comes out in two weeks as well, which he seems quite proud of. They worked on it for a long time while touring and Jake describes it as the best he’s ever made, sonically. You tell him that you look forward to listening to it, which makes his face light up.

You’re on your way home now, and you look over at him as he’s driving. You can see his eyes behind his sunglasses as they face the road, still dark and alluring as ever. You want to just lean over and bring your lips to his, closing the gap that’s been open for years, but you know that it can’t work that way. Just because you didn’t reach out doesn’t change the fact that he hasn’t either.

From what you know now, he had been back in California in March for their Dreams in Gold tour and he didn’t call either. The two of you have a lot to figure out and need to get to know each other now. You didn’t spend very much time together all those years ago, so there was a lot that you didn’t know about each other. There was a lot of lost time to make up for, and you know better now than to give in to him so soon.

You pull up to your house and Jake puts the car in park. He rests his arm on the center console and then brings the other up to brush some of your hair out of your face. “Can I take you out? A proper date, I’ll wear my best dress for you,” he jokes, smirking at you. You pretend to think about it, bringing your fingers to your chin, and say, “Hmm… I suppose I’ll have the time. But that dress better have cleavage or else I’ll turn right back around.” He chuckles and caresses your cheek with his thumb and then unlocks the car doors.

You grab your bag and open the door, stepping out of the car, and he says, “Same number, right?” You nod, smiling shyly as you shut the door and walk up to your front porch. You turn back around and see him still sitting there, smiling at you. You wave goodbye then head into the house, shutting the door behind you and leaning your back against it, sinking to the floor. You throw your head back against the door and groan, feeling so exhausted by the day you’ve had. The noise causes Sophie to pop her head out of the kitchen, making a confused face as she sees you sitting on the hardwood floor.

“You good there, babe?” she asks, walking toward you. You shake your head and she leans down to join you on the floor. She lets you rest your head on her shoulder as she rubs circles into your back for a moment then asks, “What happened?” You lean back to look at her. “I saw him, Soph. He came into my work this afternoon. We went to lunch and we talked a bit but I just don’t know… I feel like shit. He asked me why I didn’t call him and he just looked so sad. I didn’t even have a good answer for him. The only reason is that I was scared, and that’s a stupid reason,” you say, throwing your head against the door again.

“We said we’d start over, get to know each other better. He wants to take me to dinner later this week.” Sophie looks at you with a sympathetic expression and says, “Well, that’s good, babe. Right?” You think about it for a moment. “I don’t know. What happens if I get too attached? He’s leaving for another tour in two weeks and will be gone for god knows how long. We’re not really labeling it and I’m just gonna be here, while he’s playing all around the country. What if I just get my heart broken?” you say, standing up from the floor and pulling Sophie up with you.

“Don’t think about it like that, hon. He can only hurt you if you let him. Just give it a chance, you never know,” she says, rubbing your arm affectionately. You sigh. “You’re right. I’ll think about it. I’m gonna go lie down,” you say, then head upstairs to your room.

You flop onto your bed and curl up under the covers, full of questions and anxiety. You pull your phone out of your pocket and finally take it off of Do Not Disturb, which has been on since you left for work this morning. Much to your surprise, you already have a message from Jake.

Sir Jacob⚔️: Friday night? 8 o’clock?

You: perfect :)

You: thanks again for lunch. i really enjoyed it.

Sir Jacob⚔️: Anything for you, sweetheart. I’ll pick you up at 8.

You: you’re sweet. see you then

You plug your phone into the charger and then stand up to get changed. As you’re grabbing comfier clothes from the dresser, you see Jake’s bracelet sitting there on the vanity next to it. You pick it up and look down at it. Finding this a few weeks ago was a bit of a premonition, huh? Still, you smile to yourself and decide to slide it over your wrist before getting changed for bed. You tuck in and close your eyes, wondering what the next few weeks will bring for you.

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Jb and reader's relationship steps. Like moving together or something. Thank you x

thank you so much for the request!!

moving in together

You looked at your tiny apartment. It looked sad all empty and desolate, probably because it was sad. You had lived in that apartment for two years and fortunately had been able to save a good amount of money as the rent wasn’t that high. It had been an okay starter apartment as you really got roots down in Nashville and got going with your career. It had also caused soooo many little nuisances like when the whole apartment building got infested with rats. You shuddered at the thought and then jumped again when you felt arms around your waist.

“You sayin your goodbyes?” Your girlfriend, Julien teased.

You reciprocated the teasing “yeah I’m having second thoughts I love this place too much.”

She laughed and grabbed your final box for you with one hand and grabbed your hand with her other. “I’m so happy.” She says simply, the short words were enough, what else could either of you say, there would never be enough words to describe the feeling of contentness you felt right now. You two after having a conversation on your 2.5 year anniversary had decided to start the process of moving in together.

Immediately the option of you guys moving into your old apartment was quickly struck down by you both. Julien also felt like moving into her apartment wouldn’t make you feel like it was completely “yours” too and she didn’t want that. So the decision was decided you two would hunt for a place and eventually as if a sign from the universe a cute, spacious place on music row opened up. You saw the look in your girlfriend’s eyes when she saw it and you knew you were saying yes. You two both had been working hard, saving etc etc and finally the day came when it was time to move in. You throw the last box into her red pick up truck. “Alright baby” she grins opening the passenger door.

She drives to the apartment both of you with massive grins on your faces. When you finally get there she pulls into a parking garage and you two meet the realtor who had sold it to you.

“Hi you guys I’m happy to see you two on such a big day for you guys.” The realtor smiles holding the keys among a couple other things.

You two get the remaining paper work all finished outside the building because Julien “didn’t want the first time we walk into the apartment when it’s truly ours to be spoiled by paperwork.”

Finally the realtor left with a wave and you two sprinted up the steps of the building, up two flights of stairs and down the hallway.

Of course you had visited the apartment but it was different now.

“3,2,1” you swung open the door.

You guys walked around it as if you had never been in there before.

“Wow the shower’s more perfect than I remember it.” You mention, truthfully you had no clue what made a shower good or bad but it was like the one piece of “furniture” In the apartment so it was perfect.

“Our shower is perfect” Julien modifies with a smirk.

The next hour was spent with you guys just sitting on the floor of the apartment talking. Talking about plans and ideas for the place, admiring eachother.

“Oh shit the stuff” you laugh realizing it was 5 pm and you probably shouldn’t leave a pickup truck with your guys’s stuff outside like that.

You guys bring a couple boxes up. You bite your lip whenever you catch her lifting the heavy boxes up the stairs.

“Hm see somethin you like?” She teases.

“Yeah that box is so sexy.” You laugh.

You both are exhausted when most of the things are up. You find a box with your clothes and change into more comfy ones.

“We gotta go to CVS” you mention with a smile.

“Why?” She says confused.

“To get like an air mattress and dinner.” You yawn resting your head on her.

She kisses your temple “you’re right. Want me to go and you can chill here?”

“No no I want to go with you.”

You guys go to the CVS that’s pretty close by and buy a pump, air mattress, some random pillows and the most random things for dinner.

As you take turns pumping it up, and then collapse down on it also using it as your guy’s table, you had never felt happier.

“I’m beyond lucky.” You say “I love you so much Julien you are the perfect partner for me.”

“im the lucky one, you’ve filled something inside of me I had thought was dead years ago.”

You guys both are exhausted and just collapse down onto the mattress.

You cuddle up to her and she rests her face in the crook of your neck.

“Some furniture shopping tomorrow?” You ask.

“Yes definitely.” She responds into your skin leaving a soft kiss there.

She then looks more directly at you with a shit eating grin “wanna know what else we can do tomorrow.”

“What?” You say groggily.

“Christen this place.”

“Ewww baby” you laugh hitting her with one of the pillows.

She smiles and cuddles back up to you “there’s no one else I’d rather start this chapter of life with I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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ageofbajabule · 1 year

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Roommates | Part One

Danny x F! Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Alcohol, Angst

Roommates Masterlist

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Author’s Note: Hey everyone!! This first part of the series is on the shorter side. But I wanted to get it started for you all to get a feel on what it’s about. I really am excited for this series, and I hope you all are as well. Without further ado, enjoy!!🩵

Moving to Nashville was a big step for you. Considering you were leaving everything you knew in such a small town in Michigan. Your family was persistent in trying to make you stay, you had just graduated college and wanted a fresh start. You landed a job in social media management, giving you the option to work remotely. But you opted in working in the office and from home. You liked the idea of being able to sit at home while working, but figured you could use some social engagement during your work day.

However finding a place in Nashville was hard to come by. Considering the apartments in the area were ridiculously priced for rent, and you didn’t have enough money to buy a house. Luckily for you, your friend Josie had a solution to your problem. You and Josie had met in your freshman year of college. You didn’t grow up in the same town as her, you lived in the next school district over.

Her brother Daniel, drummer of Greta Van Fleet, luckily had just bought a home in Nashville. Josie had asked him if you could rent from him until prices went down for you to get a place of your own, he agreed considering Josie would be staying down for the summer. And he also was letting you pay a decent price for renting out a room. In the beginning of June is when you decided to pack up everything you knew and move to Tennessee. Your family wasn’t all that supportive about it, but then again your family wasn’t the greatest…

Josie decided to join you on the drive down, offering to take turns on driving. But you insisted on driving the two of you the whole trip down.

“So, are you excited?” Josie smiled, “I’m excited to start this job, yes, but nervous about living with your brother…” You gave her a half smile. “You’ll be fine, he can just be… Danny.” She giggled softly, you weren’t exactly sure what she meant by that. Considering you only got to meet their parents and never Danny since he was always on the road or in the studio recording. But you’ve heard stories about him.

“I’m just gonna miss you when you head back home after the summer…” Josie looked over at you, “I’ll be sure to visit as often as I can. It is my brother’s place after all.” She smiled, and you nodded. The next couple hours of driving consisted of stopping for gas, getting food and a bathroom break.

You had arrived at Danny's house at around 5 o’clock. Pulling into the driveway, you parked beside his vehicle. Well at least you assumed it was his. Both you and Josie got out of your vehicle grabbing your bags and belongings to bring inside. Josie had knocked on the door, waiting patiently then Danny had opened the door. He smiled big, a beautiful smile to say the least he immediately pulled his sister in for a hug. “There’s my little sis.” He chuckled softly, hugging her tightly. “If you hug me any tighter I’m gonna die from suffocating.” Josie patted him on the back playfully.

He then released her, “Sorry. I’ve just missed you. How was the drive down here?” He looked at her not really paying mind to you. “The drive was fine, but let’s not forget. This is Y/N. Y/N, Danny, Danny, Y/N.” She smiled softly introducing you both. “Hi, it's nice to meet you. I really do appreciate you letting me stay here until I get my own place.” You put your hand out to shake his. He made a half smile, shaking your hand loosely. “Anything for my sister’s friends.” His lip curled.

You smiled softly, but felt awkward. As if you were being a bother to him, was he really okay with you staying? Maybe he is just having an off day you thought to yourself.

“Let me show you to your room.” Danny picked up some of your belongings to help carry them. You smiled and followed behind him as Josie was right behind you. “You have a lovely home…” You commented to Danny. “Thanks, it's been a long time coming… I’m grateful for all of it.” You could tell there was a smile on his face by the tone of his voice. After following him upstairs and down the hall you were greeted to your bedroom. It was larger than the one you had back in Michigan. “Well, here you are. There is a walk-in closet. And the bathroom is down the hall to the right. And if I’m ever in there before you, there is another full bathroom off from the kitchen.” He smiled at you, “I’ll let you get to it and unpack.” He then nodded at Josie and left the room.

You smile at Josie. “Thank you for talking to him… I honestly wouldn’t know what to do without you.” You giggled softly starting to unpack your clothes placing them in the closet. “Please, I knew he would agree. I’m sure it gets lonely for him here when the guys aren’t around…” She started to help you unpack. “Well he seems a little off about me staying here. Are you sure he is really okay with it?” Josie walked up beside you, “Danny might be a little thrown off or even closed off. But he’ll warm up, I know he will. Just give it time.” She hugged you sideways and continued to help.

You nodded and just continued to focus on unpacking. After about a good hour and a half you finally finished unpacking your belongings and made your bedroom look like it was yours. Between hanging up some photos, and setting plants up. It was nice to have everything all put together. That’s when you heard a knock on the door, “Hey, the guys are going out tonight for bowling and drinks. You both want to tag along?” Josie responded rather quickly to Danny, “We would love to go. It’s about time I get some redemption.” She laughed, “Yeah, we’ll see about that.” He chuckled, “We’ll leave around 8.” He then left the room.

“What if I wanted to stay in?” You looked over at Josie with your arms crossed in a joking manner. “Oh loosen up! Besides, you have to meet the guys. They are hilarious when all together, especially when they’re drinking.” She smiled, you nodded. “Alright, let me just freshen up before we head out.” Josie nodded and left your room heading to her room that she’d be in for the summer.

It's not that you didn’t want to go, you were just nervous to meet everyone. They’ve never heard about you, and you surely didn’t know a thing about them…

You decided to take a quickened shower doing the basics then getting out to dry yourself. You blew dried your hair then did some light makeup pulling together a comfy casual fit. You didn’t want to overdress but you also didn’t want to look like a bum. “Y/N! We’re leaving in 15.” Josie yelled down the hall to you, “Okay! I’m almost ready.” You yelled back to her, after changing you realized you almost forgot to brush your teeth and went to go to the bathroom. As you left the room you bumped into Danny, “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” You apologized to him, “Maybe if you were, we wouldn’t have had this happen.” He snapped at you, then stormed off.

You sighed to yourself, ‘Great now I’m just going to be known as the girl who annoys him.’ You went on to brush your teeth, and by the time you were done you had grabbed your small crossbody bag and headed out the house with Josie and Danny. Danny still looked annoyed from earlier, but you just continued on with it.

After about a 10 minute drive you arrived at the bowling alley, stepping out of his car to meet the rest of the guys. “Holy shit! Hey Josie!” A tall long haired man walked up to Josie giving her a tight hug. “S’good to see you!” “It’s good to see you Sam.” She smiled and departed from the hug going to the next guy, he was shorter and had glasses on and his shirt was slightly unbuttoned. “Jake…” She said before pulling him in for a hug. “So sorry we missed your graduation.” He said to her patting her back before pulling back from the hug. “It’s okay, y’all had a show.” She smiled then lastly was the curly haired man who you assumed was Jake’s twin. They were similar but still had indifferences. “Josh!” She smiled brightly just as he did the same, his smile could light up a room. “Congratulations on graduating!” He said excitedly, “Thank you! I’m so glad it’s over with.” She laughed softly.

“But everyone I’d like you to meet Y/N! She is one of my very good friends I made at college. She will be renting from Danny until she is able to get her own place down here in Nashville.” She beamed about you, and you smiled to all the new faces. “It’s nice to meet you all.” You gave a small little wave. “Oh, I’m a hugger.” Josh chuckled and walked up to you pulling you into a hug. You laughed softly and hugged him back. “It’s nice to meet you as well.” He pulled back, “I will warn you, we are pretty competitive when it comes to bowling.” When you entered the building, you followed behind him while engaging in a conversation with Sam, you learned that Sam and Danny have been best friends since first grade. And that Josh and Jake were Sam’s older brothers and in fact were twins.

“So what’s your drink of choice?” Josh had asked you as he walked up to the bar. “Tequila Soda.” You smiled at him, he nodded and ordered everyone’s drinks. Handing you your drink. “Thanks.” You smiled softly, “Of course. Besides, you'll be needing some friends around here!” You all headed to get your shoes from the counter going to your lane you would be playing at for the evening. You took your shoes off putting on the bowling sneakers, making sure they fit right. After that you grabbed a bowling ball and placed it on the pinsetter.

The first couple games had been fun, the guys were getting tipsy as well as you were. The drinks were settling in, as you were starting to get tipsy too. You were talking to Jake for a good portion of the night, talking about what there is to do here and how his girlfriend would be more than happy to spend time with you. Which you liked the idea of having another female friend once Josie went back home.

You decided to grab another drink, and Danny had already been up at the bar ordering one as well. “Hey! Good games so far!” You smiled at him, he looked over at you nodding, not saying a word. “Oh… Okay.” You looked away then back at him. “I’m taking it you’re not too thrilled I will be staying at your place?” The alcohol was really giving you the courage to speak, hence the nickname ‘Liquid Courage’. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.” He said coldly, “You didn’t have to say yes. I could’ve figured something else out.” You got your drink from the bartender.

“Yeah, but then I’d be labeled the bad guy by my sister. So let’s just put it into terms, you stay out of my way, and pay your share. And once you have enough savings to move, just move. Don’t overstay your welcome.” He picked his beer up and walked off. You felt a fire burning in your chest. He really just said that. Not only did that piss you off, but now you feel even more uncomfortable at the fact of living under the same roof as him for the next couple months.

It looks like you really will be on your own down here in Nashville…

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sacredbbl · 6 months

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Love At First Gig

Josh Kiszka X Y/N

TW: oral, sexual intercourse, sub , Alcohol, Marijuana

Love at First Gig

Chapter 1

Y/N POV

You watch the clock as it hits 4:30. Procrastinating the reports that you have to get done by Monday. Tapping your fingers to your desk you think about how the last month has been.

Moving to a new city is hard not to mention breaking up with your fiancé in the middle of the process. You always had a hard time with confrontation ; so when you found out that Derek had a whole other family that you didn’t know about.

You decided to start a whole new life . Leaving the engagement ring on the counter you moved all your possessions into your car and left. You were able to transfer to another branch of the company. You felt that Nashville would be different.

So within a week you drove all the way from Massachusetts to Nashville, Tennessee, found an apartment that was perfect for you and started your first week at a new branch.

Suddenly you heard a voice speak to you from the cubicle next to you. You didn’t need to look up to know it was Priyanka. She was the first person to speak to you when you started. Well one of the only people who are nice to you in this office.

“Hey Y/N , I know you are new to Nashville, Do you want to come with Kyle and I to a local bands gig tonight? They are really good!” She asks

Just as you were about to answer Kyle popped up from the other cubicle.

“Yeah the lead singer is wicked hot.” He chuckles.

You were super happy you met Kyle. He understood your sense of humor since he was also from Massachusetts.

“I mean it wouldn't hurt to have a rebound hookup, “ Priyanka suggested with a wink.

They knew what happened to get you to move here.Both Priyanka and Kyle had become your friends within the last week.

“I don’t know about a rebound but I could use a little fun!”

“Awesome, meet at my apartment at eight! Ill send you the address!” Priyanka whispered as your boss Charlie strolled past your cubicle. Suddenly, you were looking forward to tonight .

You looked at your monitor and noticed it was already five. You packed your belongings in your backpack and headed towards the busy street. As you walked into the warm Nashville breeze you put your headphones on and turned on your playlist.

You quickly made it to your apartment building; going up the elevator and walking into your apartment. You threw your backpack on the floor near the door and made your way to the bedroom making your way through the maze of boxes all around the floor. You stopped at the box labeled tops, you knew exactly which one you wanted to wear to the bar tonight.

You dug through the box until you found the black lacy corset top. You paired it with a pair of black boyfriend jeans and a belt. By the time you finish your makeup and hair it is already 7:30.

Shit I am going to be late you thought as you pulled up your phone and ordered an Uber. Taking a deep breath and a hit of your pen you walked down to the street to wait for your Uber.

Josh POV

You wake up with a pounding headache as your usual hangover kicks in.Going into the kitchen you find your old reliable, aspirin. You opened your aspirin bottle and took a few with a swig of tequila. Jake’s voice cut through the grogginess of your brain.

“Hair of the dog ,right brother?” He chuckled.

You would not say you were an alcoholic but it definitely helped you live with your choice of skipping college to make it big with your band.

Except you didn’t make it big you played the same three bars every week. You’d thought you'd have taken off by now but you were still struggling to make rent and eat.

Today was Friday, you would play a gig at Murphy's bar just like you have done a thousand times. Talk to the same thirty people , get drunk and do it all over again on Saturday. You looked at your apartment and wondered how you got to this point in your life.

You shared a tiny one room apartment with the three other members of the band. You and Jake slept in one room , Danny slept in the huge walk in closet and Sammy slept on an old mattress in the kitchen. It wasn’t much but it was better than being on the street.

Finally arriving to the show, you greeted the usuals - the men who sat in the corner, the women who sat by the windows, the teenagers who had managed to make their way in with a fake ID.

You watched Jake set up his guitar, tuning it as he always did. It was going to be another long night.

As the lights dimmed slightly, you began, the same routine as always. You drew your eyes through the crowd, playing the same old songs you always did. By now, the regulars had learned the words, singing along with you.

One day it’ll be a stadium, one day it’ll be people you don’t recognise, one day it’ll be people who come out just for you, and not to just have a drink.

You watched your brothers as they played, engrossed in the music. Perhaps they didn’t care as much as you did, maybe they weren’t as concerned with making it big. Regardless of the size of the venue, you still gave it your all, wrapping your fingers around the microphone as you made

your way across the stage.

It was then that you saw her.

Someone new. A whole group of new people.

It instilled a new motivation in you, these were people that you knew you could draw in, people that you could have coming back for more.

And so, you found yourself giving it everything that you had, watching them intently.

“She is a lady, comes from all around

So many places, but she’s homeward bound.

And now she walks kinda funny

I think she knows

Day by day by day

Our love grows

She’s a lantern in the night

She’s out of sight”

You seemed to catch her attention with that one, with the group making their way to table not far from the stage.

As they ordered their drinks, you noticed her looking up at you, her eyes falling downward when you met her gaze. You couldn’t help the gentle smirk that crossed your lips - Gotcha.

As the group drank, you found her stealing glances at you, a soft blush covering her cheeks.

Y/N POV

You couldn’t stop yourself from looking at him as he sang - there was something about the way that he moved, something about the passion that was dripping from his lips.

You could easily tell that he was in love with his job - seemingly having the best time of his life. You found yourself standing as he sang, your drink in hand.

You made your way towards the stage, swaying before him, feeling the bass vibrating under your feet. You could feel your friend’s eyes on the back of your head, but you didn’t care - all that you could feel was the music. You were the only one stood - the only one who was dancing.

As he sang, he caught your eye once more, making his way towards the front of the stage, mimicking you. You hadn’t noticed him leaning down towards you, his head just above yours, his eyes studying your face.

“As the days pass by my mind

Are the wrong, the right, you are my sunshine

And as the night begins to die

We are the morning birds that sing against the sky”

The grin that spread across your lips was indescribable. You decided at that moment that you absolutely had to have him - regardless of what you would have to do, he would be yours. He seemed to catch your drift, passing you a small scrap of paper -

“Meet me backstage.”

You didn’t need much convincing, sending your friends a quick nod, before moving towards the small room in the back. It was quiet in there - a few instruments strewn around, some solo-cups filled with unrecognisable liquids.

You found yourself sitting down onto the couch as you waited for him, crossing your legs. You raised your cup to your lips, allowing the liquid to fill your mouth. As the crowd clapped, you became nervous - What would you say to him? Good job? You could tell that he knew he was good - he didn’t need the extra reassurance.

Before you could decide on what move you’d make, the door opened. The youngest of the group was first, gently placing his bass down onto the ground, leaning it against the wall.

He found your eyes, furrowing his eyebrows at you.

“Who the fuck are you? What’re you doing here?”

You weren’t too sure what to say, simply looking up at him. Stuttering over your words, you were glad when somebody else began to speak. The drummer, it seemed.

“Sam, don't be so rude. You can’t tell me that you didn’t see Josh making eyes at her literally all night long - you know damn well why she’s here” he laughed, elbowing the bassist in the ribs. The younger huffed, making his way through the door. Taking just a moment to catch your breath, another walked in - his hands running through his hair.

“I assume you’re here for my brother.” he hummed, his eyes barely visible over the sunglasses that adorned his face. You simply nodded, before he spoke again.

“Jake. Nice to meet you.” You nodded towards him, gushing about how much you had loved the set. A soft smile crossed his face, clearly appreciative that somebody new was finally listening.

Josh POV

It wasn’t normal for you to be the last one backstage. But knowing she was going to be there made you nervous. Sure you had talked to many girls before but this one seemed different than others.

You found yourself wanting to know everything about her. As you made your way backstage you grabbed a drink for yourself and chugged it trying to make yourself feel confident.

Finally you swallowed your nerves and opened the door . You found her sitting on the couch talking to Jake. They seemed to get along but as soon as Jake saw you he excused himself to the bar for his nightcap.

This would be the first night that you would not get absolutely trashed and you didn’t care. You break the silence in the room.

“Hey gorgeous, I’m Josh, I-”

She cuts you off.

“Josh I know who you are,you introduced yourself like five times throughout your set.” She chuckled

You run your fingers through your hair. You’ve realized you have gotten a funny one.

“ Well, how did you like the show?” You asked, trying to change the subject.

“ I loved it, you are a genius like a lyrical genius. I’m surprised you aren’t touring all over the place!” You could tell she meant what she said her eyes lit up as she spoke to you. The conversation felt natural. You sat next to her on the couch and talked for hours, never getting sick of each other. She was special. All of a sudden you felt your phone vibrate. So you quickly excused yourself to answer the messages.

2 new messages in the band chat

Jake: Hey dick where are you?

Danny: Dude we are leaving, are you coming?

You quickly type your answer not wanting to leave her alone.

You: No; I have to talk to the manager about our pay. Leave without me. I will let you know when I’m on my way home.

Sam: Dude you can’t seriously think we believe you.

Danny: You fucker, you can’t use our trick and then lie to us. You are gonna fuck her backstage.

You could tell they were giggling together as they messaged you. You knew this was their go to. Invite girls backstage , then hit it and quit it. But you didn’t want to quit her.

Sam: Dude are you going to ejaculate and evacuate?

Danny: Pump and Dump?!

You shut off your phone not wanting to engage in this conversation anymore and go back to the couch.

Sitting next to her you could not wait any longer and found yourself leaning in for a kiss. You were surprised when her lips crashed into yours with a kind of ferocity that starving animals had.You wanted this to happen.

You wanted her to take what was hers. You wanted her to conquer you. To label you as hers ; In fact that was all you could think of for the last hour . Her.

Y/N POV

You were glad when he finally made a move - having been staring at his lips for the entire night, just waiting for the go ahead.

It was as if he were oxygen, and you hadn’t been breathing all night. Quickly leaning over him, his back was pressed against the leather of the couch, a sense of desperation in his eyes. It was easy to find his soft skin with your lips, getting to work on marking him up.

Deep, purple bruises began to grow on his skin, a soft whine leaving his lips as you worked on him. His hands were firmly placed on your hips, his fingertips pushing bruises into them. Your hand began to wander, one finding its way to his hair, and the other to his groin.

You palmed him slowly, his hips bucking up to meet your touch.

“Please.. Please” he begged, doing his absolute best to not squirm under you.

“Please what?” you teased, your teeth grazing against his skin, causing his hair to stand on edge.

“Please touch me.” he replied, his voice low.

You did as you were commanded, not wanting to leave him waiting for any longer. Your fingertips made quick work of unbuckling his belt, sliding into his pants. You took him into your hand, stroking him slowly.

You couldn’t believe the noises that left his lips - such filth for such a pretty boy. He was so desperate, his body pushing up into your hand, begging for more. You complied with his wishes, hooking a finger around your panties and pulling them to the side.

You were soaking already, slowly sitting onto him. His head fell back, as you moved slowly, teasing him. His chest rose and fell in rapid succession, as he finally caught his breath, pushing his hips up further.

A low moan erupted from your throat, which only seemed to make him more desperate - clearly eager to please. He was so good for you, doing exactly as he was told to do every time that you moved.

He was addicting - every noise that fell from his lips was beautiful, a symphony of begs, and moans. You couldn’t help yourself, your hand finding his hair once again, tangling the tight curls around your fingers.

His eyes widened slightly, finding yours. You simply smirked at him, before tightening your grip, grazing your nails across his scalp.

“I…I’m gonna-” he began, before you cut him off, placing your lips onto his once more. “Wait. Wait for me” you hummed, kissing his jawline, with him nodding quickly, wanting nothing more than to make you happy. You loved how receptive he was, how willing he was to behave. You had him wrapped around your little finger already.

As you could feel yourself reaching your peak, you leaned down to him, whispering soft praise. His eyebrows furrowed, his head falling back once more.

“Come on, baby, cum for me” you whispered, your mouth barely touching his ear.

And so, he did, his body almost shaking, joining you in riding it out. You pulled yourself up once you were done, pulling him up onto your chest, switching the previous position. As he rested his head in the crook of your neck, he sighed softly, his eyes falling closed. You stayed there for a few moments until you realized what time it was.

“Shit I gotta go!” You say in a hurry, grabbing you things, and making your way out into the bar.

Josh POV

As you catch your breath, you wondered why she had left so quickly. You buckled your belt, and got your things together. You didn’t have much, but everything you had was sentimental to you. Making your way out into the bar you were hit with the bustle of the crowd. Music was blasting as you made your way to the door. Rich, the bar manager, pulled you aside.

“Hey kid, there was a guy who wanted to speak with you tonight. He’s from some record label. Don’t get too excited.. but he’s coming down tomorrow to listen to you guys again. You better put on a good show; in other words, try not to be absolutely shitfaced on stage tomorrow.”

You nod your head. “Absolutely Rich; see yah tomorrow!”

You tried to act normal on your walk home. A record label agent wanted to hear you and your brothers play. This was what you had been waiting for. This may be your big break. You had had multiple labels turn you down before but this one seemed different.

You felt different. You couldn’t help thinking about Y/N . Why was she of all people on your mind? You were clearly just a hook-up to her. As you made your way into the apartment, Jake, Danny, and Sammy were sitting in the living room, drinking a beer and watching a movie. Sammy noticed you first.

“Aye, look, it's the man of the hour!”

“How was your first time hooking up with a groupie?” Danny chuckled

“Was it everything you ever wanted and more!” Jake added, sarcastically.

You knew they’d do this. You weren’t usually the one to have random hook ups. You caught feelings too quickly. Your brothers, on the other hand, they had fucked just about the entire city of Nashville between the three of them.

“Well she isn’t a groupie; it was her first time seeing us!” You shot back. The boys laughed at you trying to defend Y/N.

You quickly changed the subject.

“Rich caught me on my way out, said there was a record label agent who liked our sound and is coming back tomorrow to hear more of us! So I suggest you put down those beers. We really have to be on our A game tomorrow.”

A wave of silence overtook the room until Sammy spoke up.

“Not to be an asshole, Josh, but how do we know this guy will be different? I mean, we’ve had at least a dozen agents listen to us and not one has signed us. Do you think this time will be any different?”

“Sammy, maybe this’ll be our chance! Why are you all so negative?” You responded.

“Josh no offense but we are just being realistic . You know, not getting our hopes up to be let down like all the other times before.” Danny responds .

You knew you had been let down before but you could just feel that tomorrow would be different.

You gave up on trying to get the boys to be positive, and made your way into your bedroom. Laying down on your bed you stared at the ceiling, thinking about how you could make it big someday, and, of course, about her.

Why was your mind so fixed on her? You knew it would be a one night stand and you’d probably never see her again. But you couldn’t stop thinking about her. You wanted her again. You drifted asleep thinking about your future and what happened backstage tonight. Your time had finally come.The world was going to know the name Josh Kiszka sooner, rather than later.

Y/N POV

You barrelled out into the bar and practically ran towards Priyanka and Kyle.

“Where the fuck were you?” Priyanka asked

As you pondered how to answer, Kyle interrupted your thinking.

“Oh My FUCKING God! “ He said shocked

“You Fucked him! You fucked Josh! Oh My GOd Y/N!” He continued to yell at the top of his lungs.

You felt yourself blush as you tried to quiet him down.He pushed a drink towards you and sat on the barstool.

“Well you have to tell me everything. Josh doesn’t fuck just anyone he’s not a man whore like his brothers.” He sat waiting for your attention.

“I didn’t say I fucked him” you responded trying not to blush out if embarrassment.

“Oh you totally did, I can tell! You look well… happier.” He responded.

“Kyle let it go! She doesn’t have to tell you if she doesn’t want to?” Priyanka tried to make him back off, but it was no use. One thing you knew about Kyle was that if there was gossip, he would hear about it. You chuckled.

“Okay I’ll tell you, but we have to get out of here. How about pizza?” As your suggestion speaks to the stomachs of your friends. You three finished your drinks and walked over to the late night pizza shop next door. While eating the greasy pizza. you found yourself telling your friends all about your escapade backstage.

How much you liked him, and his….. performance. But you wondered if you would ever see him again. Once you finish your pizza you stumbled into an Uber and into your apartment. Tripping over unpacked boxes, you made your way towards your bed.

You collapsed into your bed, and stared at the ceiling thinking about josh and how tonight changed your life. You wanted to see him again but you knew you were just a hookup. He was an up and coming rockstar he probably fucked alot of other girls . You knew you meant nothing to him so you decided to not make it awkward and hide your feelings.

As you fell asleep you promised yourself that he was nothing to you and it was just a hookup. It was just the alcohol talking, he was just a guy, and it was just one night.

Josh POV

As you woke, you basically jumped out of bed. Excited for the day to come, you woke up earlier than usual.

You decided to check the clock: 9:30. You couldn’t remember the last time you woke up this early. You left your room to realize no one else was awake. You decided you were hungry, and so, you made your way to the local bagel shop and joined the line that was almost out the door.

As you looked at the menu you noticed someone familiar smiling at the barista who was giving them their caffeinated drink. Then it hit you.

SHIT. It was Y/N.

Do you go say hello? Do you ignore her? What do you do?

The extrovert in you decided you needed to go say hello. I mean you had your dick inside her not even twenty four hours ago the least you could do is say hello.

So, you grab your bagel and coffee and make your way to where she was sitting. She was sitting alone. Working on her laptop, she sat silently with her headphones on and she was oblivious to what was happening around her.

You reached out and tapped her on her shoulder. She jumped a little with your touch and turned around.

“Hey Y/N! How��s your morning?” You greeted her with a smile, quickly noticing that she didn’t look happy to see you.

“Oh. Hey Josh. I’m busy right now, can we talk later?” She responded, turning back to her computer.

“Uh… sure” you reply hesitantly

You pulled a pen from your bag, and scribbled a note on your receipt, before sliding it to her. She half smiled at you and shoved it in her pocket.

You couldn’t help but feel a little defeated. Why was she acting like this? Did last night mean nothing to her? In fairness, maybe it shouldn’t have meant anything to you either.

You exited the bagel shop into the busy streets of Nashville, trying to hide the tear that ran down your cheek. You made your way back to the apartment, now feeling a lot less optimistic than you were an hour ago.

By the time you made it home, the boys were all awake. You gave your bagel to Danny and Sam to split, due to having lost your appetite. Taking a single glance at your face, Jake could tell that something had upset you. Being twins, and as close as you were, you could basically communicate without talking. He broke the silence.

“Shit,it's the girl isn’t it?”

You nod your head.

“I warned you not to invite her backstage! You know you catch feelings too easily!”

You quietly responded, looking down towards the floor.

“I just thought that it would be different this time, I don’t know. ”

He sat you down, and gently placed a hand onto your shoulder.

“Dude, all girls who sleep with someone in a band are mostly girls who only do one night stands. Either keep away from girls at our gigs or start not catching feelings.”

#danny gvf #greta van fleet #jake gvf #josh gvf #sam gvf #gvf fanfiction #gvf #gvf smut #sam kiszka gvf #jake kiszka #josh kiszka

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HALESTORM's LZZY HALE Explains How She Ended Up Moving To Nashville

During a recent appearance on the "Life In The Stocks" podcast, HALESTORM frontwoman Lzzy Hale spoke about her decision to relocate to Nashville, Tennessee after spending most of her living in Red Lion, Pennsylvania. Asked if Nashville is truly the music Mecca of America right now, Lzzy said (as transcribed by BLABBERMOUTH.NET): "I think it is. I think that there's a lot of us from like the coasts and stuff like that. And even my friends from New York, it's cheaper to have a yard here, and especially people that wanna have a family life, but also still tour. But there's so many different walks of life. That was what surprised me when I first got here a decade ago or something like that. 'Cause I came out of here kind of sight unseen. I'd kind of visited here, but it was more out of necessity. We were making, I think it was 'The Strange Case Of...' [HALESTORM's second album] or doing something in California, and all of our family that was in Pennsylvania area decided to all move to Florida. They were all in cahoots. And so, so they all kind of called us while we were stranded in California and were, like, 'Hey, we packed up all your stuff,' because truth be told, we way overstayed our welcome living with our parents, like well into as long as we could. So, we get back from making a record, and now I'm pretty much amongst my boxes in a spare room in my parents' place in Florida. I'm, like, 'We've gotta get outta here.' So, Joe [Hottinger, HALESTORM guitarist] and I ended up just renting a U-Haul and just driving from Florida to Nashville. We called our friends that were kind of already here. Actually, our buds in NEW MEDICINE were living out here. And we were, like, 'Hey, can you check out this apartment that we're looking at? Just make sure it doesn't smell funny. But we're coming to just stay here until we figure it out.' And then I got this house that I'm staying in right now about seven, six years ago, something like that. And so, yeah, just putting some roots down here."

Earlier this month, HALESTORM and I PREVAIL kicked off their summer 2024 co-headlining tour. Produced by Live Nation, the trek launched on July 9 in Raleigh and will run through August 17 in Las Vegas. HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD and FIT FOR A KING are serving as support. The tour is also the catalyst and the creative spark for HALESTORM and I PREVAIL's collaborative track "Can U See Me In The Dark?", which was released earlier in the month.

HALESTORM has partnered with mental health organization Sound Mind Live to engage fans to pledge support that will provide free-to-the-community mental health programming across the country for fans and the broader community.

Having amassed over 2.5 billion streams globally, the Grammy Award-winning band HALESTORM has grown from a childhood dream of siblings Lzzy and Arejay Hale into one of the most celebrated rock bands of the last two decades. Most recently, the band released "Back From The Dead", their fifth full-length studio album which has tallied over 100 million streams worldwide. Rolling Stone called the title track "a biting but cathartic howler about overcoming all obstacles," and that song as well as "The Steeple" marked their fifth and sixth number ones at rock radio, respectively. Associated Press said the album "will definitely be in the running for best hard rock/metal album of the year." Their previous album, "Vicious", earned the band their second Grammy nomination, for "Best Hard Rock Performance" for the song "Uncomfortable", the band's fourth #1 at rock radio, and led Loudwire to name HALESTORM "Rock Artist Of The Decade" in 2019. Fronted by Lzzy with drummer Arejay, guitarist Joe Hottinger and bass player Josh Smith, HALESTORM's music has earned multiple platinum and gold certifications from the RIAA, and the band has earned a reputation as a powerful live music force, headlining sold-out shows and topping festival bills around the world, and sharing the stage with icons including HEAVEN & HELL, Alice Cooper, Joan Jett and JUDAS PRIEST. Additionally, Lzzy was named the first female brand ambassador for Gibson and served as host of AXS TV's "A Year In Music".

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2024 Haylor timeline

Timeline Tag, or back to 2023

1 January - 17 HSleaks - Guess I’m alright, One and only Voice note, Spanish Girl.

3 January - Harry in the Caribbean with TR. Taylor LA.

6 January - lately leak on it’s and their break up anniversary. Rumour H is in LA. Taylor wore Cartier Necklace out with Brittney Mahomes

7 January -Taylor at Golden Globes in LA. Lip Readers watched conversation with Selena which was gossip about Timothy

11 January - Harry bought stake in SS Daley. Taylor in NY zebra top & sunglasses at night

12 January - reports Travis and Taylor are fighting more football (Tayvis/Waglor Timeline)

15 January - HS too much sauce leaked.

17 January - Deux Moi H LA 6 - 16 January

19 January - a photo of TR with Jeff at LOT Wembley last June.

20 January - Joe, TR and Zayn at Loewe show at Paris FW, some guy gives TR a neck rub. Stalker arrested at Taylor’s NY apartment

22 January - a stalker was charged for harassing Harry :( after he came back to London earlier. TS stalker on the same day

28 January - inappropriate viral deep fake images of Taylor. X bans ‘Taylor Swift’ search. TK kiss Back to Nashville after 10 hours.

30 January - Taylor search on now kiss viral.

1 February - Harry’s 30th birthday.

4 February - Grammys, LA TTPD announced

5 February - Joe Alwyn whinging he dated TS. Joe liked tweet about it.

7 February - eras Tokyo, Holy Ground/Dear Reader. Says “I’ve been working on Tortured Poets since right after I turned in Midnights …I’ve been working on it for about two years, I worked on it throughout the US tour”. Tyler shared snippet of music.

9 February - Travis Kelce hasn’t spoken to Taylor in a week since the Grammys, didn't know the rest of the line in Karma or what country she was in and said he felt the power of his beard.

11 February - TK wins the Super Bowl. Taylor fly's Tokyo-LV-Melbourne to be there and drunk dances. TK yelled at and pushed the coach then partied after kids were killed at parade for Chiefs. Harry wears a packers beanie at dinner with TR. Taylor makes ick face when TK screams 'Viva Las Vegas'

14 February - Blind item that TR is calling paps, they are then not seen together again for a month.

15 February - Daily Mail: “Put the beer down, Travis - it's not IF Taylor dumps you... but WHEN: After the coach bashing, drunken disorder and tone-deaf post-shooting selfies, image-obsessed Swift will now shake off brand Kelce”

16 February- Melbourne, Red and YLM

17 February - rumors Joe cheated in October 2021. Taylor said “a song to match the moment” and played Getaway Car / August / TOSOTD then TIMT

18 February - Taylor “Melbourne, you are the love of my life”. Surprise songs - CBBH (3rd ever play) and Daylight mashup then teardrops on my guitar on piano. Harry then went to a Man U football game (in pants without elastic!!) smiling!!!! With Sony CEO.

20 February - Taylor dinner in Sydney. Harry train London - Paris, bodyguard Paddy indicates work. FW next week

23 February - Travis comes to Australia, not for the 4 days Taylor had off but when she went back to work. Taylor fly's jet back to the US to bring Travis and friend to Australia. Taylor goes to the Zoo twice, once with the band and once with Travis. Travis rents a silver Lamborghini and drives it too fast and runs red lights in the Sydney CBD. Travis comes to one concert. Scott Swift again lined up TK for a photo ops to kiss Taylor. Surprise songs HYGTG and White Horse/Coney Island mash up with Sabrina Carpenter.

24 February - Gemma has a baby! 8 months after Harry sung Sweet Creature at Wembley. 💚 Travis flys back to the US to attend a Chiefs party, left noon the day after the show. His total flight time was 26+ hours to spend 51 hours in Australia. Counting return time for the jet the time in air was longer than he spent in Australia. IION/IWYW and Haunted/exile.

26 February - Columbia records shares a TikTok of empty as it was scene ‘where you want to go?’

27 February - Scott Swift punches a pap in Sydney. Harry at trader Joes in L.A..

2 March - Taylor plays IDWLF/Dress and Mine/Starlight. At the Brit awards Roman Kemp pranks Calvin Harris to drink a drink called Harry Styles Bath water, a Saltburn joke. This all happened almost on the anniversary of the Shake an Apple of a Tree Tweet

3 March - TR play opens in NY, Harry doesn’t go. He was in L.A.

6 March - DBATC/Babe surprise songs. TKs BFF unfollows Taylor

7 March - blind item rumor boybander and GF seeing other people.

8 March TK at the Singapore show, brings a friend and manager, TK texting during IKYWT. Sparks fly/ gold rush and false god/slut surprise song. Harry back in London, TRs play was on from 3-31 in NY, Harry did not attend. Pleasing ‘Single at last’. Jacks album released, Taylor didn’t mention.

9 March - TK at last eras for 2 nights looks bored, a bit dazed with glasses in dark, phone taken off him, no kiss at end.

10 March - highly publicised that Taylor and Travis attended exclusive Gucci post Oscars party where photos are banned, Taylor not seen. 5 days later a photo of Travis holding an Oscar inside the Gold party…. No Taylor… TK liked photo with trump

12-14 March - TK no Taylor at Justin Timberlake concert and lunch. Taylor hasn’t been seen since Singapore.

14 March - Eternals 2, a marvel movie starring Harry was cancelled because the studio is focusing on movies that are assured success.

14 March - Harry backstage at Mitch’s show in NY!! TRs play was on 10 mins away, she came after, arriving at 9:30/10, they left before encore with TR look to be arguing, Harry was walking alone an hour later. First time seen in a month. New leaked angle of MSG Karaoke with Harry and Taylor - maroon added as a surprise song to eras film

15 March -Harry walking around NY with TR and separately with Maxwell Ritz. And at the white cube gallery.

16 March - page 6 reports Bob Iger who paid Taylor $70m for the eras movie, says saw TS & TK in no photo event.

17 March - Harry in Brooklyn at townhouse with TR with bag, last sighting for another month. Taylor repeats Joe in Bahamas holiday with TK for beach. 300 photos from Backgrid drop at once and TMZ video.

19 March - Harry returns to London. Seen carrying a white rose with James Cordon.

20 March - on his podcast TK talked about babies life&style. Blind item that Taylor doesn’t appreciate narrative contribution.

22 March - Harry in UK studio RAK. Taylors flight goes via KC>LA. TK Cleveland funeral

24 March - Taylor seen for the first time in a week at Nobu with Travis, Taylor stern words. TK sweatpants with holes. The 300 Bahama's photos all drop the next day.

26 March - TR VF article where she says “My work is the most interesting thing to me, so that’s what I’ll say about that.” And talks about finding safety for herself, in August she talked about safety within a relationship.

28 March - Harry swan lake London, later hosts football party and runs from paps

1 April - TK and umbrellor arrive in LA, plane flew L.A.-Nashville-Philly (his brother)-L.A. for Easter, Taylor not seen for a week, not at iHeartawards. TR Columbia

5 April - Taylor L.A diner Barney’s diner no TK

6 April - Taylor releases Apple Music playlists of her own songs in stages of grief. Video emerges of Joe saying his co stars Alison’s name in a love scene (in the Final Cut of CWF episode 3, (at 11:55 in) Character name is Frances (and Joe says F Frances at 12:10). He threw a party in Taylor’s house with the co star on 19 April 22, Taylor’s 22 Brit award is in photo. Harry in L.A. Airport.

7 April - rumour Taylor’s jet went to Nashville. Photo of TR in Columbia.

8 April - LT Larry denial got him lots of media.

9 April - Taylor seen in a car LA TK dinner

10 April - second sighting of Harry in L.A.

11 April - Harry pictured at Masters golf torment, Niall also there! Taylor “recently” with Selena, Sabrina. TK graduation, blind drinking too much.

12 April - DM: “Taylor Swift must be getting sick of this” about TK, Taylor & TK sushi park in the evening.

13 April - Taylor and TK at Coachella, watch bleachers and ice spice, TK very possessive manhandling, picking her up, shaking and smothering her. Taylor looks out of it, happy

15 April - Harry & TR Japan sighting.

19 April - TTPD, Harry seen in Japan. Taylor posted short with TK included (Tarry timeline)

20 April - Harry seen in Japan with TR, TR seen at airport on 24th last TR sighting w H. Later reports broke up then.

25 April - Taylor, Gigi, TK & Bradley Cooper (Gigi's partner) dinner in California. Blind MH didn't sign an NDA and there is mutually assured destruction.

27 April - TK and Taylor at Mahomes charity event, Travis embarrassing, yells viva Las Vegas again and Taylor looks intoxicated /out of it while he pulls her along. TK party no TS in Vegas. Plane flew to LA then Nashville next day (Taylor wore the Cartier necklace to after party)

29 April - Harry seen in London

3 May - Taylor on way to London ahead of first Paris show 9 May. Travis seen at a Chainsmokers gig within 2 hours.

4 May - blind item “There is just nothing that is not forced in the relationship between the former boy bander and the model/actress. Every tabloid was basically force fed relationship stories about the pair just three days before the Met Gala. There is nothing real about the relationship.”

6 May - Harry on a lime bike London not with TR at met gala. TK parting alone again. Taylor not seen since charity thing

8 May - Taylor arrived in Paris, meaning she probably stayed in London for 5 days.

9 May - new eras setlist with TTPD in Paris. IION/OOTW, loml. Harry looks happy in London. Harry goes to the London ballet with the 1D and TPWK Choreographer

11 May - Taylor seen traveling to hotel in Paris. Harry London in I like to watch shirt.

12 May - TK eras last Paris show only. Alchemy/treacherous and Begin again/paris, said BA was was memory of MV in Paris

14 May - Deux Moi reports Tarry ended

15 May- Harry at Kacey Musgrave concert alone

17 May - Taylor and TK in Lake Como, wears Cartier Necklace. Not seen with TK for a month after this. First show in Stockholm, asks Paramore to play Misery Business. Plays I think he knows/ Gorgeous and part of DBTAC. Plays Peter on piano and says it is one of her favorite songs on TTPD and would only play it for a crowd she is absolutely in love with.

18 May - Taylor’s 89th show, Stockholm, played GAS, Say don’t go/Welcome to NY/Clean, LK tweeted Still your Boy lyrics about loving someone who is there when you are flawed. Harry in London

19 May Harry and TR broke up last month: Sun & Mirror

20 May - tarry break up picked widely, rumor Harry in Italy

21 May - Harry seen in Italy. Taylor Mia 5 days between shows in Stockholm and Spain, unverified rumor Taylor in Ibiza (reported local media) and reddit jet people think TK flew from us for 1.5 days.

23 May - Harry went kitchenware shopping in Rome wearing a Blur ‘modern life is rubbish’ he also wore in 2014.

24 May - Harry Italy Taylor said 70 in Betty speech then played CBBH/the other side of the door/The way I Loved You and FOTS/High Infidelity. First time TWILY was played in 14 years.

25 May - Taylor flew to London after show, not seen

26 May - Travis booed at NBA playoffs

28 May - Harry seen in Florence, rumored there the day before and back to Rome.

29 May - Harry Rome

31 May - Taylor seen at Kit Kat Club in London. Photos of Travis with Margaret and the Mahomes with Jack leak. Taken in Taylor’s break. No photo sighting h lake Como

7 June - Taylor in Edinburgh, Harry still in Italy

8 June - plans for Harry to renovate houses lodged, will take 2 years, reinstating and entire new floor

11 June - Taylor dinner in London with Kate Moss, Stella McCartney, Andrew Scott, Phoebe Waller-Bridge, Cara Delevingne, Lena Dunham and Mert Alaş, who shot the "reputation" album cover.

13 June - Simon Cowell interview, regretted giving 1D their name

14 June - Taylor played This is What you Came for Mashed up with Gold Rush, then YLM/Great War.

15 June - Last show before 16 June Temper Trap anniversary, in Liverpool Taylor played Carolina/No Body No Crime then Manuscript mashed with Red and looked really sad. LK tweeted a sad Poem about a moving on from a break up. :( :(

16 June - Joe interview shades Taylor by omission. Deux Moi thinks Harry in NY

21 June - Taylor’s first Wembley eras show. TK files in from Cannes the day of show. Prince William and kids too. Deux moi reports rumour Harry has been in London for a week leaving the box with different people.

23 June - Travis attends Eras, had not been seen with Taylor for 5 weeks. Went on stage in the Clara bow dancer part forcing Taylor on stage for ICDIWABH at last Wembley before August. Surprise songs Us. With Gracie Abrams, then OOTW/IION/Clean, looked emotional. Harry seen at The Smile concert in Rome with Kid Harpoon and Alessandro. Rumour he had been in Italy the whole time.

24 June - Harry at market in Rome

25 June - Harry, Kid Harpoon and Nicolai seen in Rome.

28 June - Taylor in Dublin, no TK. daily mail reports taylor working on new album and tour… would bring contract to 6 and 2 so maybe the end of it. Harry not seen since Rome. Taylor played This love x ours and DWOHT. Travis Kelce parties in LA with Leo DiCaprio. Weird photo with taylor that week. Harry grocery shopping in Italy. Speculation he would join Shania Twain at Glastonbury, she said he should replace her Brad Pitt line

3 July - Italian media says Harry has an Italian GF, Deux moi reports it on the 4th. Taylor plays GAS and Question..?

5 July - billboard reports Harry working on new album and includes him a list of 2025 Glastonbury headliner potentials. Taylor plays imgonnagetyouback x dress ; You are in love x Cowboy like me in Amsterdam.

6 July - TK eras. on 14 July Keleigh teller posts photo from that night. Harrys photographer and members of his team in UK

9 July - Travis arrives back in LA and blinds immediately posted that he is using Taylor for fame and hooking up on Onlyfans model with cameras. InTouch soon runs article reporting that he followed and unfollowed Madeline Hope from TikTok. Madeline used August as a sound on her most recent TikTok.

12 July - HARRY IS ON STAGE WITH STEVIE NICKS!!!! To mark Christine McVies birthday, who was a friend and bandmate of Stevie’s in Hyde Park they performed Landslide and Stop dragging my heart around in the encore.

13 July - Taylor played The 1 x Wonderland

14 July - Harry at Euro final with James and Ben. Lots of photos. Louis and Ed also there. Taylor played Getaway Car x OOTW.

16 July - people article from the 2nd goes to print and Keleigh teller posts old photos from the 6th with Travis same day…

17 July - rumour Harry in Scotland for golf masters , not photographed.

18 July -Harry London “as I was leaving I spotted Lewis Capaldi and Dermot O'Leary visiting Harry at home” later quote in Daily Mail. The fake snow was seen 18 July when Renee Zellweger was visited by her BF on set. Travis at Germany show, his 13th, same number of games she attended. Started training camp after.

21 July - fans tell post about seeing Harry in a village in italy with assistant Luis and creative director Molly.

27 July - Fans post Harry in London, MIA 11 days.

28 July - Taylor played Haylor mashups both Munich nights.

29 July - 3 children are killed at a Taylor Swift dance class in the UK, a 17 year old is arrested. Taylor posts her sympathies. Harry photos on lime bike London.

1 August - TN unloyal swiftie playlist, 13 songs, Doretha is track 7

2 August - Harry seen by fan in London

4 August - Taylor said “I’m in a fantastic mood” in Warsaw, Harry said the same thing N2 of Coachella. After champagne problems Taylor played with making the crowd loud/quiet in the way Harry does too. Surprise songs included Maroon, it had been the SS on that date in August also.

5, 6 August - photo, video of Harry in London leaving cafe then walking the next day

7 August- Harry’s vogue cover unveiled at British National Portrait Gallery on Two Ghosts 7th anniversary. 3 people were arrested for an ISIS plot against an eras show in Vienna and Taylor cancels Vienna shows.

9 August - Harry London. Third person arrested for planned Vienna attack. Harry goes to Five Guys London with Olivia Dean

10 August - Harry at James Corden's play closing night London. He’s seen 4 days in a row wearing the same maroon shorts.

13 August - Taylor party in London with Eras team. Fans comment negatively that she partied before making a statement about cancelled shows. Harry complimented a fan on an Eras tour shirt and seen in London in red shorts

16 August - Harry in London with Fred Again. Taylor has Ed at Eras and performs EHC/End Game/Thinking out loud.

17 August - Harry seen with Fred Again again in London. 4 days in the same shorts. Later walking with Pauli and Yaffra at night

18 August - Harry with the HAIM sisters!!!!

20 August - Taylor has Florence Welch join her on stage at the last eras show to perform Florida and Jack for Getaway car

21 August - daily pap walks from Harry in London. Daily mail later says Taylor arrived RI

22 August- Harry seen with Florence Welch and Cillian Murphy, (from Dunkirk) at Fontaine’s gig in London

24 August - Taylor, TK, Blake Ryan and Mahomes Photographed on balcony of her RI house. Daily mail say Travis there Friday-Sunday. First time Taylor has been papped in that house in 11 years. Ran that day with TMZ Exclusive: "Taylor Swift & Travis Kelce: Reunited in Rhode Island After Several Cruel Weeks of Summer!!!" Blake and Ryan there also. Britney Mahomes was getting bad press for liking a GOP tweet and Blake unpopular for being awful.

25 August - Taylor Swift has RI party with Gigi Hadid, Jason Kelce, Travis Kelce, Bradley Cooper, Ryan Reynolds, Zoe Kravitz, Channing Tatum, Patrick Mahomes. Blind that Blake made sure the paps knew she was there. DM: “EXCLUSIVE Blake Lively enjoys lavish 37th birthday bash at Taylor Swift's Rhode Island mansion as she faces cancellation” Later, Taylor and Travis rumoured at Gillette Stadium for the Kenny Chesney concert, photo grainy and far

Rumour Harry in Manchester, Niall has a show there at the Co-op live. Chris Martin played The 1, Love Story and Shake it Off at Coldplay Vienna concert, said The 1 was his favourite Taylor Swift song.

26 August - HARRY AND ANNE AT NIALL’s show at Co-op live in Manchester. Dances, takes video during Stockholm. Earlier seen with Andre 3000

29 August - Harry in London in morning with people who have a podcast and at Kalorama festival in Madrid with Yaffra in evening, photo with band The Kills who share he’s there. Rumour Taylor filming music video at cathedral in Portugal.

31 August - Harry in vip tent at Kalorama with Sam Smith. Olivia dean played. body guard with him. Harry left after Sam smiths set. A fan asked Jack who is William Bowery and he laughed and shrugged. Gemma told Sunday Times Harry came to babysit while she did photo shoot for an article. Sarah posted a photo of herself with both her and Mitches kids, first time baby seen. Video of Harry leaving as Olivia Dean enters the tent and hugs someone, red haired lady leaves then too, show was ending. Daily mail reports Taylor not at Britney Mahomes birthday party. She Hasn’t been seen since Ri.

2 September - NFL includes Taylor 5 times in 28 second promo for season return. Would require contract to use her image.

3 September - Daily Mail: “Travis Kelce's team call in lawyers over leaked 'contract' that claimed to reveal the exact date his relationship with Taylor Swift would end: Fake PR 'strategy document' spread online gave illusion their year-long love story was a sham” Taylor’s team does not comment, Taylor unseen. Travis does media. Date was 28 September!

4 September - Harry back in London photos with fans in pleasing kissing swan jumper. Travis Taylor break up contract went viral and picked up by a lot of media.

5 September - Taylor at Chiefs game alone. Obvious filler. went straight to game from airport, flew from NYC. Plane went to Nashville during game

6 September- Taylor Travis ny dinner. Blind Item #4 "The A+ list singer knew she had to go big last night if she wanted those rumors to take a back seat for the night."

7 September - Taylor wore Cartier necklace to electric lady, took Travis who was in all black Vivian Westwood. Karlie Kloss also there. Blind Item #3 "You know how the NFL player was going to call in everyone to look into the whole fake document thing. No one has been called in."

8 September - Taylor, Travis, Britney and Patrick Mahomes, Danielle and este Haim and Travis manager at the US open. Taylor hugs Britney, swiftie twt is incredibly disappointed, retweeting Taylor’s tweets from 2020 and miss Americana to highlight the difference from supporting Biden to hugging someone trump thanked days before. Travis and Britney wear matching obviously branded Gucci. Taylor and Travis dance and act over the top, Britney mahomes looks embarrassed to be with her, Danielle Haim moves away. Later that day Taylor and Travis go to dinner, Taylor wears a dress covered in the Gucci logo. The us open shares a lot of clips to their socials.

10 September - Taylor posts that she will vote for Kamala Harris after the US presidential debate, ending the post with Childless cat lady. The Man is played when Kamala leaves the stage, they use Ready for It? Sound on TikTok and the Democrats sell friendship bracelets on their website, which confirms the announcement and timing was planned. Selena goes to Taylor’s apartment, the difference of an actual friend arriving in her garage in a black suv compared to the way the NFL connections behave with her is remarkable.

11 September - Taylor VMAs, missing for 30 minutes then hour and half. once got changed into dress that looks like Two Ghosts MV with a UFO. Online thinking she left due to Taylor cam, that’s not new though. Most awarded VMA artist in history. Only A+ there. Thanked TK saying he watched filming and brings happiness. Noah Kahan covers fine line.

12 September - Gemma Styles book released UK and Australia. Harry unseen for a while, mentioned in some interviews of Gemma

13 September - Harry ss Daly show London fashion week, sat next to Anna Wintour and left after show. Looks great, but awkward. Then he and Anne seen at Gemma’s book event. Vogue posted about Harry six times. Elon musk said he could “give Taylor a child” and then Travis promoted Elons cybertruck on his podcast.

14 September - Harry at white cube gallery London. Photo of him at Nick Grimshaws birthday

15 September - Harry bought flowers from a market and looked lovely. Taylor, Andrea (in 87 shirt), Austin and Haim sisters at game. Arrived in Kc as it started again.

16 September- Harry seen with more fans, he compliments a guy on his fit who shares the nicest story about chatting to Harry.

21 September - speculation Harry in Paris for Alessandros first Valentino show after alesandro posted a photo of a yellow honey case

#haylor #Youtube #haylor timeline #2024

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jewishbarbies · 2 years

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Oooh I have so much hate for the “Taylor was a small struggling artist who grew up poor and was lonely and miserable all her youth” angle both she and her fans are obsessed with creating. Like, Taylor‘s career never really struggled. Sure, she technically started with nothing, but her parents could afford to buy benefits for her. They literally uprooted their lives to move her to Nashville (where it takes like nothing to get famous as a country star lol). That’s not really a “sad starving artist” story. And she wasn’t poor!!!!! Just bc she wasn’t as wealthy as the Gyllenhaal’s doesn’t mean she wasn’t wealthy. She lived in a fairly affluent area of Pennsylvania in a freaking MANSION. Like, come on. I see people excusing the “it wasn’t a mansion, kitchen table bills” line with some nonsense like, “oh, she just means she was normal, her parents paid bills!” like… okay? So do rich people??? We all have bills lmao. Like, I doubt Taylor’s family was struggling to pay them. I doubt they had to decide whether rent or groceries were more important that month. She was never a struggling poor artist lmaoooo

THIS

and to top it all off, it’s SO weird to me that she’s just now coming out with this angle about her “struggle”. like why not bring it up anytime before? why now? it’s never been apart of her narrative. it’s like she saw fans claiming that and was like “oh shit I should put that in a song so my fans aren’t wrong” or realized that it gives her more social points because now she “came from nothing” and her billionaire status won’t be tarnished by the truth.

#Asks #anonymoose #anti taylor swift #swifties dni

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☆ –– who is killian sterling anyways? ew. you don’t know about him, we’ll bet you want to. they’re feeling 32 and singing feels like a perfect night to them. rumor has it they’re childish and indecisive because they care, but they’re also friendly and easygoing in the best way. he work to make a little money as a cashier at our song. they’ve rented on a place on cornelia street in the form of an apartment. No body no crime (b), never grow up (b) is the song they could dance to the beat of forevermore.

⎯ BASICS

Name Kilian Sterling

Nickname(s) K

Age 32

Current Location Manhatten, ny

Occupation Cashier at our song

Personality Childish, indecisive, friendly, easygoing

Gender Cisman, he/him

Orientation Pansexual

Family Maggie Harbinger (mother), Kevin Sterling (father), 2 siblings, Quinni (7yo, daughter)

⎯ STORY

Killian grew up in Nashville TN, to two loving parents

Killian is the oldest of three siblings

He moved to NYC with his family when he was 15, his father having to move for work

Killian has a passion for music, choosing to work in our song

Besides music, Killian also loves true crime, he used to want to be a detective but soon gave up that dream, instead choosing to focus on singing and working at our song

Killian has had an up and down love life. Never finding quiet the right person to actually settle down with. He briefly dated Veronica two years ago, however they split up but still remain best friends to this day.

Killian has a daughter, named Quinni, whom he is raising on his own. Quinni’s mother had always been honest about not wanting to be a mother, Killian on the other hand was thrilled to be a father so they agreed to split. He is still in contact with Quinni’s mother, and intends on telling her the truth when she is older

Killian is a huge nerd, even if he might not admit it

Runs a podcast along with his two best friends

He had his own appartement before that he shared with friends, but that appartement was a bit away from our song, so he eventually moved to cornelia street

⎯ CONNECTIONS

Best friends & podcast hosts:

Ex & best friend: Veronica Ferreira

Open to anything at the moment! Feel free to message me to plot!

#cornelia.intro

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brainrattlers · 2 years

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Play It Cool - Tyson Jost (37/n)

Pairing: Tyson Jost x OFC (AJ)

Word Count: 2360 (it's a shorty)

Warnings: Night terrors/sleep paralysis for AJ. Mild language.

Chapter 36 is at https://at.tumblr.com/brainrattlers/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-36n/2w2duzwciyr6

Start from the beginning at https://at.tumblr.com/brainrattlers/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-1n/p7no8u1hzuza

Author's Notes: First.. short chapter, building up to something fun soon! My tags are STILL broken, and I got a form email from support saying they're still working on tickets, hopefully mine would be looked at soon. So I'm HOPING y'all are getting to see this. Just a head's up, there probably won't be a chapter next week Tuesday as I will be on a touch of a roadie myself, hitting up Dallas and St. Louis.

As far as the story goes - AJ's feeling better, and Tyson's starting to shine with the Sabres. If you saw the last two games, you saw just how many minutes he played, and while maybe he didn't have the best points, he has been contributing and the coaching staff is rewarding him for that. However on this last trip to Nashville, AJ decides to watch something a little too creepy for her liking...

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With AJ on the mend, and Tyson not playing until Saturday against Minnesota, when not at practice, the two had some time to look at a few of the apartments on their list. Unfortunately the one that AJ was most excited about was already rented out on AJ’s sick day.

“It wasn’t meant to be, you know? We’ll find something even better I bet!” Tyson was doing his best to cheer her up, even though he was even a little down, he really liked what he saw in the video she had sent while he was on his last road trip.

AJ continued to scour the listings, Tyson focused on the upcoming game.

Through all of this, AJ was ready to hear all the media talking about him going against his former team, but thankfully there was not a whole lot of that to be heard. Journalists seemed to be respecting what he was put through and just never brought it up.

Finding herself at KeyBank Center that Saturday, AJ was able to at least say hello to a few of her old friends from Minnesota after their morning skate. She avoided the coaching staff like the plague, but did get to chat a few minutes with Marcus, Brandon, and Jared before she had to let them go prepare for the game later. Just like meeting up with her friends on the Avs, it was just like old times with the guys from the Wild. Brandon even made it a point to apologize, even though she wasn’t sure why he was - how things played out was not his doing. AJ appreciated it all the same. It further solidified that it really wasn't the teammates that made things the way they were for them in Buffalo, they're good people.

Letting Tyson do his pre-game thing, AJ snagged some lupper (linner? Meal between lunch and supper/dinner) before heading back to the arena to take in the evening’s festivities. The game was a lot of back and forth, and was a very exciting game. Toward the end of the game, Tyson hooked Foligno and went to the box, much to anyone rooting for the Sabres’ chagrin. It was a hard-fought battle between the two teams, but in the end, the Sabres won 6-5 in overtime.

The next few games at home were a struggle for the team, but it was starting to be Tyson’s time to shine. More shots, more hits. More ice time, more faceoffs won, more points! Unfortunately it was three losses in a row for Buffalo. There was some hope though as their play continued to improve, they were just struggling to get the mojo going for a win.

When she could, AJ was still on the hunt for the perfect place for the two to call home. She checked out a few more properties, but nothing was feeling right. Some were better than others, but it just wasn’t feeling like THE ONE. Coming home to the hotel in the afternoons, Tyson would see the look of disappointment as she walked through the door. The last few evenings, the two worked together looking up listings online over dinner that Tyson cooked while she was hitting the pavement, not just looking for that elusive new pad but also drumming up some freelance IT support work.

Truth be told, Tyson enjoyed the last few gameless afternoons of getting to relax by cooking. He enjoyed the time that he wasn’t trying to bring that extra something to the Sabres (although he enjoyed that part too). The best part was that he was still able to spoil AJ seeing as how she was starting to get appointments lined up to fix computer woes. And keeping up her end of the compromise, AJ was (usually) more than happy to do the dishes after dinner.

I say (usually) because there were some nights that it seemed like Tyson had used every pan and every utensil they had in their tiny kitchenette. AJ didn’t care for those nights - but Tyson definitely helped out and they worked as the team they are. There was one night that it was super light on the cooking utensils, and she recognized that the meal should have utilized far more of them in its creation. He had to admit that he knew she had a long day and he washed as he cooked so they could relax that evening, as he was leaving for Nashville in a couple of days.

Friday morning was the last practice before flying to Tennessee, so the couple stayed in bed as long as they could before he had to leave for practice, and the airport following. Kisses, snuggles, maybe some naked time, it was all part of their blossoming ritual on days like this one. Tyson would grab something to eat on the way to practice just to get fifteen more minutes with AJ before he had to leave. The view of AJ in bed still, smirking as she wished him luck, would leave the words ringing in his ears as he drove to practice.

“Kick some ass, Jost. Text me when you land.”

And if she didn’t have any work lined up that morning, she’d curl back up in the sheets and pillows that still smelled like Tyson and doze until she absolutely had to get up and start her day. This particular Friday, AJ had one townhouse to look at, and then was going to go grab some groceries to make a “Tyson would never eat this” kind of meal.

The townhouse was okay, nothing spectacular. Sending photos to Tyson, she didn’t get a response. Looking at the clock on her phone, she realized he was probably just finishing up at practice. Hitting up the grocery store, some onions, garlic, butter and spaghetti found their way into her basket. Some fried noodles with onion and garlic was something she’d been craving since getting over her cold she had the week prior, and it was definitely something Tyson shouldn’t be eating. (Her either, but the heart wants what the heart wants. Or stomach, in this case.)

Tyson: Hey, hitting the airport. I think with some work that place could be okay. Look at it after I get back?

AJ: I’m not 100% feeling it but maybe if we look at it together I’ll feel differently. How long is the flight?

Tyson: Just a couple hours. Getting on the plane, naptime soon because someone insisted we get up early this morning… (evil imp emoji)

AJ: Whomever could that be? Dream of me, k?

Tyson: Sure hope so babe. Text you when I’m on the ground in Nashville.

A few hours later, true to his word, AJ got that text he was on the ground, and would call before bed.

At the same time, letting some butter melt in the frying pan, AJ chopped up a little onion and garlic, and was letting her pasta drain in the sink. Once the onion was soft in the pan, in went the noodles to get a little browned, and last was the garlic as to not burn. Sitting down on the chaise, she grabbed the remote and clicked through a few show options, and decided for some reason to start watching American Horror Story again.

AJ had started the series when it first came out, but then it got to a point where it was simply too spooky for her, especially living alone. She’d missed the last few seasons, and was suddenly curious. Stupidly she had the lights off, and started digging into her meal, and the first episode of season 10. As the main characters walked near a cemetery, the creepy villains lurched and lunged toward the mains in a very awkward manner.

The hotel room was on the 3rd floor, but it didn’t keep AJ from jumping up and shutting the shades and turning on the lights. But for some reason, she couldn’t stop watching despite the jump scares and general eeriness.

Three episodes in, the phone in her hand started buzzing, which caused AJ to shriek and throw it at the sofa, not realizing what it was. Breathing hard, she picked it up and took the facetime call from Tyson, staring wide-eyed at the screen.

“Hey babe, whoa, are you okay? It’s really bright in the room, what’s going on?” Tyson was immediately concerned.

“I… I did a big dumb thing. I started watching American Horror Story and it was dark and I saw a shadow at the window and now I’m freaked out.”

It drove AJ absolutely batty seeing Tyson giggle because she knew she screwed up and he was going to tease her about it. Yes, she was overreacting and kind of being a baby about it. He tried to not tease too hard though.

“Aww hon, no, turn it off, turn it off. Did we not learn anything from Halloween two years ago? Are you going to be able to get some sleep tonight?”

After talking a few minutes, AJ was a little more calm, but wasn’t happy about sleeping alone that night. She wanted the feeling of knowing Tyson would be there to protect her in the night from whatever might be there… but he was in Nashville.

“It’s just one night, you got this. I’ll be back tomorrow night after the game…” He could see how tired she already looked, “You’re tough, I know you’re good. I’ll be home to protect you tomorrow night, promise.” He was still giggling a little bit, which really did calm AJ down more.

The two wished each other good night, and AJ kept the lights on. And a stream of comedies on the TV, she wasn’t about to fall asleep if she could help it.

Saturday was long as can be - AJ’s eyes wouldn’t stay open as the sun came up. She finally drifted off to sleep for a few hours, losing the morning and a small chunk of the afternoon. A few missed texts pinged her phone but she slept right through.

Tyson’s assumptions were just that, so he wasn’t too worried that he didn’t hear back from her until the middle of the afternoon. The two texted a bit before the game, with AJ promising she’d watch. Tyson teased a bit, asking if she was going to have to watch the game with the lights on.

AJ: Shut it, Jost. Kick some ass tonight. Love you babe.

And it was a hell of a game. Obviously the win was good after losing three in a row, but the stats stood out.

No goals, no assists, and -1 for plus/minus. 2 minute penalty assessed.

Here’s where it got interesting:

3 shots on goal.

1 blocked shot.

4 hits.

Faceoffs - 7 win, 7 loss for a 50%

PK time: 1:58

Shifts: 24

TOTAL ICE TIME: 21:00

AJ couldn’t believe it. Three months ago, Tyson was barely getting a third of that in a game, and against Nashville he led all forwards in ice time. She was squealing via text with Jess as she had no one there to really celebrate with.

As the adrenaline from the game wore off, the lack of sleep was hitting hard, but AJ did her best to stay awake waiting for the text saying Tyson would be taking off soon, and would be home shortly. Once that text happened, AJ crawled into bed, keeping the light on in the kitchen and bathroom, as well as the bedside lamp lit. Somehow despite all the light, her eyes closed and she was out.

Tyson’s plane landed around 1AM, and he made his way back to the hotel, tired from the quick trip. He gently opened the door and clicked it shut quietly behind him. He set his bag on the sofa, and headed toward the bedroom. The light from the bathroom went out as the door shut, waking AJ immediately.

Frozen in terror, she kept her eye on the bathroom door, realizing someone was in there, not clicking that it was her man. Most definitely, AJ was not fully awake. As the door opened, her night terror continued, and she fought with all her might to snap out of it to figure out what really was going on. Tyson had seen her do this a few times, and never really knew if he should try to wake her or not because he also found out she sometimes flails and fights back when coming out of sleep paralysis. (Never on purpose, but in her mind she was clearly fighting something.)

Gently touching her arm, he hoped to rouse her gently.

“AJ, it’s me, it’s Tyson,” Tyson flinched as she recoiled back from his touch, “Eggo, it’s Maple Syrup Man…”

Broken from her night terror, AJ’s eyes opened, and tears started falling as she was overly emotional and couldn’t stop it after fighting something scary, even if it were imaginary in her head. Tyson immediately jumped into bed, holding her tight, letting the tears fall.

“Shhh babe it’s okay, I’m here… I’m here. You’re good, you’re safe. I’m not letting anything get to you.” He softly stroked her back, “And no more American Horror Story for you, especially if I’m gone.”

The sniffles gave way to a chuckle, and AJ latched onto Tyson, holding him just as tightly. He did get her to let go briefly so he could shut the lights off, promising to come back and protect her from all the scary things in the dark. Wrapping them up in blankets, he cocooned the both of them together. It was the best sleep AJ had in a while.

Sun streaming in the room after Tyson opened the curtains, AJ rubbed her eyes and looked at her phone to see she had a text and an email from one of the property managers she had previously talked to - specifically, the one property that AJ and Tyson were most excited for.

I have a new unit available that is a twin of the one you looked at. If you’re interested, I’m holding it for you first. Let me know!

Chapter 38 is live at https://at.tumblr.com/brainrattlers/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-38n/ff3wn6ypfy6e

#Tyson Jost #Josty #Play It Cool #Tyson Jost x OFC #Buffalo Sabres #Colorado Avalanche

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aflame4goinghome · 1 year

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‘Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?’

d.r.w. x reader

summary: on your day off, you come across a handsome stranger at the park, reading a book. some force seems to gravitate you toward him, something that you cannot explain or control. perhaps fate?

word count: 3.5k

warnings: just some adorable meet-cute fluff for today, be prepared to be blushing and kicking your feet. smut may happen in part two if you guys enjoy this, so stay tuned xo

a/n: this idea came to me at 3 am while drifting off to sleep thinking about danny. i’m not much of a writer but i wanted to share the inspiration i had with you all. it's proofread but it might not be perfect. i hope that you enjoy it :)

You’re jolted awake by the sound of your blaring alarm clock, which was intentionally set that way in order to combat your bad habit of oversleeping. Choosing a job that required such early mornings was certainly not your preference, but it paid well and you actually quite enjoyed it. You never expected to find such joy in teaching, but starting to teach music lessons has become the best decision that you’ve ever made.

You had decided to move to Nashville 3 months ago from your hometown of Knoxville on the other side of the state, as it was still relatively close to home so you could easily go home for the holidays and visit your family. You stayed in your hometown to go to college there after high school, so these last few months have been your first experience with living on your own.

When you first moved here, you had picked up a waitressing job to pay your rent while you looked for more long-term jobs. Given that you had a bachelor’s degree in music theory, you knew that it wouldn’t be very hard to find a job that suited you in Nashville. This proved to be true, as you had found a flyer in a local coffee shop two weeks ago advertising that a music center close to your apartment was hiring a full-time guitar instructor.

Today, however, you actually got to sleep in. It’s finally the weekend and you can’t wait to finally relax and get some things done after a long first week at your new job. They had you teaching lessons from 9 am to 5 pm every day, Monday through Friday, with an hour lunch break halfway through. That isn’t typically seen as a very difficult shift, but this is the longest workday that you’ve ever had, given that you’ve only just graduated from college this past May.

You feel grateful for the opportunity to gain more work experience in your field, but you can’t deny that it’s been an exhausting first week. You plan to use your weekend off to get your errands done and have some much-deserved downtime.

You roll out of bed after scrolling on social media for a while and finally start to get ready for your day. You take a quick shower, brush your teeth, put on some makeup to make it look like you didn’t just wake up, and then tie your back into a long braid, leaving some front pieces out to frame your face. You return to your bedroom and change into some baggy jeans and a t-shirt, throw on your high-top Chuck Taylors, grab your keys, and head out for the day.

Early autumn in Nashville has proven to still be on the warmer side, but it’s just started to cool down a bit with a nice fall breeze, so you’ve been able to bring out a bit of a cozier wardrobe lately. Fall is your favorite season and you plan to take full advantage of your weekend off by spending it outside.

Your first stop for the day is your favorite coffee shop in Nashville, a little locally-owned café in Midtown. You say hello to your favorite barista and order a hot dirty chai and a chocolate croissant. You sit down at your favorite table outside and enjoy the surroundings and your coffee. After you’re finished, you decide that it’s such a nice day that it wouldn’t hurt to delay your errands in favor of a nice walk through Centennial Park. The wind is blowing lightly and it’s actually quite cool outside, so you stop by your car to grab your cardigan before heading into the park.

You walk up to the park and start walking down a beautiful, winding trail past the small lake. The wind is still blowing subtly, making tiny waves along the surface of the water. You continue, taking a deep breath as you smile to yourself about how lovely the atmosphere is.

As you approach a fork in the path and take the one on the right, you pass a small patch of grass where you find a man lounging underneath a large oak tree. He has laid out a blanket and is lying down on his side, holding himself up with one arm while reading a book.

The man is seemingly tall, which you can tell even while he is lying down just by looking at his long legs and torso. He has dark, shoulder-length curly hair and deep chestnut eyes. He’s wearing a tight, mock-neck tee and dark black jeans with rips on the knees, paired with a simple small chain around his neck and a pair of Nike blazers. You can’t help but find yourself staying to watch him read for a moment. You see him smile as something in his book makes him laugh to himself.

It feels as if something is pulling you toward him, some unknown force making you unable to look away or continue on your path. You’re unsure of what it is, but you decide that you should act on it. As you start to approach him, he notices your presence and looks up at you. He studies you for a few seconds as you near closer to him.

“Hi,” he says, smiling. “Hi,” you reply. You just look at him for a moment, unsure of what to say next that will justify your approaching him, before asking, “What are you reading?” His face lights up at the question like he had been waiting for someone to ask. It seems to be something that he’s passionate about, which interests you.

He slides his bookmark inside onto the page that he was reading, closes the book, and turns the cover toward you to show it to you. “It’s ‘As You Like It,” he says, looking up at you as you tower above him just a few feet away. “Ah, Shakespeare…” you answer awkwardly, looking down as your eyes move from him to the empty spot on the blanket next to him, “May I sit?” He nods, grinning and looking at you with a look that you can’t quite decipher.

You sit cross-legged on the blanket across from him and smile back at him. “Danny,” he says, reaching out his hand to shake yours. You take his hand and answer. “Y/N,” you reply. “I read that one not long ago,” you continue, “I really enjoyed it. The love that those two share is different from many other plays of his. I like that about it.”

“Yeah! That’s what I like about it too. There are so many plays about love at first sight but this one is different. Most of his plays portray it as only physical attraction that causes love at first sight, but Orlando’s love for Rosalind is so much more than that.” His smile has grown now, happy to be talking to someone who understands his love for this type of literature. He continues, saying “There’s a lot of plays that involve disguising oneself as the opposite sex, but in this play, it proves that their connection goes beyond the idea of physical appearance. Orlando bonds with Rosalind even when she is disguised as Ganymede because he loves more than just her beauty.” You nod your head, agreeing with him.

“What act are you in now?” you ask. “Act Three,” he says, opening the book back up and handing it to you to show you his place. “Oh, this is when it starts to get good! This is my favorite part of the play, in Act Three Scene Two.” You turn back a few pages to find the excerpt that you love, pointing to it and reading it aloud to him:

Nature presently distilled Helen’s cheek, but not her heart; Cleopatra’s majesty; Atalanta’s better part; Sad Lucretia’s modesty. Thus Rosalind of many parts by heavenly synod was devised; Of many faces, eyes, and hearts, to have the touches dearest prized. Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.

After you finish, you look up from the book to find Danny’s eyes trained on you. You feel your cheeks flush and you know that you must be a shade of pink by now. You continue, trying not to let it get to you, saying “Orlando’s poems contain so much more meaning than any other confessions of love in other plays, in my opinion. He feels as though God himself crafted Rosalind with the best features a woman could possess, not only beauty but also a pure heart. He believes that fate has brought them together, that he is destined to be with her and will do anything for her.”

He nods in agreement and chimes in, asking “Do you believe in that kind of stuff? Fate? Destiny?” while gazing at you, looking like he’s trying to read your mind. He doesn’t need to, though. You feel compelled to be open with him, although you’re unsure why. He’s a stranger, whom you’ve just not long ago, but something makes you want to talk to him for hours.

You gaze down at your hands in your lap, fidgeting with your fingers to distract yourself from how nervous you suddenly feel. “Yeah, I think so. I try to be in tune with the universe and its intentions for me as much as I can. If I feel like it’s trying to tell me something, I’ll always listen to it.” You pause for a moment before deciding to follow through with your next thought. “That’s kind of why I’m here, actually,” you say, glancing up from your lap to look at him.

He looks slightly confused by this answer, so you continue, saying “I was just walking through the park when I saw you sitting here and, I’m not sure why, but something made me feel like I had to approach you. It was like I was led here for a reason or something like that. I know that might sound crazy…,” feeling slightly embarrassed by your confession. “No! No, not at all! I understand what you mean. I had this feeling in my chest from the second you walked up to me. Seeing you felt almost natural. Like I already knew you somehow, but I didn’t,” he reassures you. The idea still perplexed you, however. You’ve trusted the universe every time before, but you still can’t place why it wanted you to come and talk to Danny.

“Do you?” you ask, meeting his eyes with yours, “Y’know, believe in fate and all that stuff?” He smiles, “Yes, I do. I like the idea of being able to trust that there’s someone out there that’s meant for me. It might be a bit silly or naïve, but it’s comforting for me. I think that when you find that person, you just… know.”

There’s some comfortable silence for a moment as you start to study his face. Danny truly was beautiful. His face was sun-kissed, his cheeks peppered with freckles, and a smile that could brighten up a whole room. You’re lost in thought as he breaks the silence. “What do you think the reason is?” he asks, slightly bashfully. “Why do you think the universe pulled you over to me?” He looks at you longingly, as though your answer will be life or death. You’re not sure what to say, but you try to answer him, nonetheless.

“I’m not sure,” you start. “I think that’s for us to decide. Fate is a force that holds us all together, but it can’t answer everything. I do know that I’m really happy I listened… What do you think?” You blush slightly after you finish and then look at him, waiting for his answer. You’re not sure what you’re expecting, but you have a feeling of hope in your chest.

“I think…” he says, tucking some of your hair that’s fallen out of your braid behind your ear, “that the universe decided to introduce me to an intelligent and breathtakingly beautiful girl.” He brings his hand down from your hair and places his hand on your knee, stroking his thumb ever so slightly intermittently. “And I think that I’d be an idiot to not take that as some sort of sign.”

You look up at him and smile, feeling flattered by his honesty. You place your hand on top of his, in the same spot on your knee. “I think so too,” you say. He takes your hand in his and brings it up to his mouth, softly kissing your knuckles. You sit there in silence once again, with an aura of contentment filling it.

He speaks again, still holding your hand in his. “This really made my day, in more ways than one. I’ve never had anyone to talk about Shakespeare with before. As much as I love my friends and enjoy talking to them about our common interests, like music, they all think that Shakespeare is boring. But Sam hasn’t opened a single book since we graduated high school, Josh only reads books on meditation, and all Jake ever wants to read is pirate novels, so what the hell do they know anyway?” he says, laughing to himself about the joke he just made. His laughter makes you smile wide.

“Well, I’m glad I could help. It’s been great talking to you. I’m gonna be honest, I haven’t really made any friends since moving here three months ago, so this felt nice. Since July, the only people I’ve talked to are the barista at the coffee shop down the road, my mailman, and my mom on Facetime.” You laugh to yourself, realizing how pathetic that might sound after saying it out loud.

He doesn’t care, though, and says “Hey, that’s okay! If I hadn’t moved here with my buddies, I’m sure it would’ve taken me a while to make some friends too. I lucked out there. You just have to put yourself out there, like you did today. Now you can say that you have one friend in Nashville.” This made you feel a bit better.

“So, friend, tell me about yourself. What brought you to Nashville?” he asks. You smile at the way he says “friend;” his charm is certainly not lost on you. You’re sitting closer now, unintentionally. Ever since Danny had made the first move to touch you, all bets were off and you practically melted into his touch.

Your knees fell on top of his legs as he held your hand, rubbing slow circles on the top of it. “Well, I just graduated from the University of Tennessee in Knoxville this past May. I studied music theory, so I thought that Nashville would be the perfect place for me. So far, it seems like it is. So I think I’m finally starting to find my way.” He smiles at you; it seems like something you said struck a chord with him.

“A music lover? Another thing we seem to have in common. Do you play any instruments?” he asks. “Yeah, I play guitar the most, I just started a job teaching guitar lessons to kids. I also sometimes play piano, but I’m not as good at it,” you laugh. He replies, “That’s fantastic. I play guitar too, but I mostly stick to the drums. I can play a bit of piano as well, but not nearly as well as my best friend Sam. He’s a fucking prodigy.” He smiles at that statement; he clearly admires his best friend a lot. “We’ll have to take more about guitar, then. I’d love to show you my baby,” you say with a smile. “How about you, Mr. Mystery? What are you doing in Nashville?”

“Well, I grew up in Michigan, not far from Detroit. I met my friends while in school: Sam, Josh, and Jake. They’re brothers, Josh and Jake are twins, two years older than me, and Sam and I were in the same year. Sam has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. They’re all practically brothers to me,” he says. You can tell how much he cares for them by the way he talks about them, making you want to meet them someday.

“They always liked to make music, especially Jake, but one day in high school they asked me to play the drums in their band. I really didn’t think we would take off the way we did, but somehow our local gigs became bigger ones, then they turned into opening gigs, our EP won a Grammy and the rest is history. We stayed in Michigan for a while and we tried LA, but a few years ago we decided on Nash and we’ve been here ever since.”

You’re completely in awe. What are the chances that you’d stumble upon a handsome rockstar while on your walk through the park? It really shouldn’t surprise you; now that you think about it, he very much gave off the cool rockstar vibe. “So, what, are you like, famous?” you say with a smirk, teasing him a bit. You can tell that the confession made him nervous, unsure of what you might think of him after finding out what he does for a living.

“Maybe I am,” he answers, dripping in charm once again. “Well, rockstar, if you’re so famous, then what are you doing here, reading Shakespeare in a park and talking to a nobody like me on a Saturday afternoon?” This makes him laugh, which was your goal. Despite only having just met him, you want him to feel comfortable with you. “We’re on a break in our tour right now before our European leg, so I’m just trying to enjoy the downtime while I still can,” he explains. There’s some comfortable silence once again.

“Do you wanna know my favorite line from As You Like It?” Danny asks. You nod, and he continues. “Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?” He looks at you with what you think is a spark of desire in his eyes, though you shake that thought off immediately. You giggle and ask, “And why is that?”

“Because it reinforces the idea of fate. She’s saying that the truest kind of love is love at first sight. And I think I’m starting to understand why,” he says, leaning in toward you a little more and donning a smirk that makes you feel like you could just melt into a puddle right there. “Yeah, I think I understand too…” you reply.

He looks into your eyes and you stare back into the glow of his, almost amber in the light of the sun. I could stay here forever, you think to yourself. He shifts his gaze from your eyes down to your lips, then returns his eyes to you and asks, “Can I kiss you?” You nod and his hand cups your cheek, finally leaning in to close the space between you.

His lips are soft and warm, making you feel safe. The kiss is soft at first, you can feel the amount of love and kindness that his soul emits as if he’s passing it over to you and soothing any anxiety you might feel. You place your hand on the back of his head, deepening the kiss. You can feel the lust and passion flowing out of him through you, making you start to feel slightly light-headed. It was unlike any kiss you’d ever experienced before.

Danny pulls away from the kiss and caresses your cheek, holding his forehead to yours. “You are… everything I’ve been waiting for,” he says. You smile, running your fingers through his curls. You’re in awe of how beautiful he truly is. Destiny had been kind to you, it seems. You can already feel as though you were fated to meet here, today.

He looks up to see the impending sunset and checks his watch, realizing that the two of you had been sitting there talking much longer than he had thought. You watch him as he stands up and reaches out his hand to help you up. He picks up the blanket and folds it over itself a few times then tucks it under his arm.

He cups both of your cheeks with his hands and places another small peck on your lips, smiles, and says “Can I take you out? Tonight?” You laugh, “Hmm, let me check my schedule…” you joke, knowing that you have nowhere else to be, but still wanting to keep him on his toes. I guess my errands will have to wait, you think to yourself.

You both start to head out of the park toward where you parked your car, as he takes your hand in his and squeezes it tight. “Oh, shut up, you know you want nothing more than for me to take you out to dinner,” he jokes back, laughing. “You might be right,” you say, “And I might want more than just dinner…” You look up at him with a smirk, and he looks back at you with that look of lust that you’ve already seemed to make yourself familiar with.

It’s going to be a long night, isn’t it?

The End

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