#great van fleet smut

[samfkiszka]

A Hard Day's Night

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It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log, But when I get home to you, I find the things that you do, Will make me feel alright…

or… An enemies to fuck-buddies Sam x Fem!Reader One shot

Word Count: 6,493

WARNINGS: SMUT!! 18+ ONLY! Oral (female receiving), dry humping, unprotected PIV sex (wrap it before you tap it i guess), maybe some shitty editing… not sure what else but if i’m missing something feel free to let me know!

a/n: listen… the enemies to lovers sam fics are probably over done and i KNOW he’s a little sweetie pie and i adore him deeply and i know he’d never be mean but i just… needed to write a little silly bit… anywho…

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Heat lightning flashed against the sky, splitting the inky black in two as Josh drove ridiculously fast down the dirt road that led to the apartment he shared with his twin brother. The warm air weaving through the open windows brought in the soapy scent of the dogwoods that were beginning to bloom all around town. These weekly drives had become a bit of a tradition. Every Friday, Josh would pick you up from work, his voice carrying loudly over whichever song he had chosen to blare from his worn out speakers that night. He would greet you with an enthusiastic grin, asking you about your day and then proceeding to tell you about his own. He’d drive you to his place, and you’d share a poorly cooked meal with his brother. And then the three of you would sit through some old movie, while he explained every single behind the scene facts he knew off the top of his head. 

And this had gone on for almost three years. Three years with two of the kindest, happiest people you had ever met. You had even met their parents– equally as loving and wonderful. You had gone on weekend trips with them, gone to every short film showing that Josh orchestrated, every shitty party they would throw in their cramped apartment. You’d listen to Jake play the guitar late into the night, to Josh hum along even when he didn’t know the song. You’d grown to love the two of them, deeply. They were more than friends at this point– they had become your family. 

Speaking of their family… there was just one blemish on your relationship with your two favorite people in the world. Their brother, Sam. You hadn’t quite understood what happened when the two of you first met. The… dislike was almost immediate. Josh had been so excited for you to meet his baby brother, rambling for weeks about how much the two of you had in common and how easily you were going to get along. And why would he expect any differently? You had already gotten along well with them, his sister, his parents– who would have thought Sam would be the one outlier.

You didn’t quite hate each other. No, hate was entirely too strong of a word. But on the rare occasions that you crossed paths it was definitely less than pleasant. Josh had been correct about one thing: the two of you were eerily similar. Equally stubborn, though you’d never admit it outloud. Prone to bickering, him more than you. Likely to hold a grudge. He brought out all the things you dislike most about yourself. 

So they kept you apart. Jake had begged Josh to schedule the two of you around each other, especially after the last time the two of you were in the same room at the same time. 

Which is why you were surprised to see Sam's entirely too expensive, entirely too shiny, burgundy car sitting in Josh’s usual spot. This explained why Josh had been slightly dodgy when you asked about his day earlier. 

“What the fuck is he doing here?” You asked, turning to Josh while he parked the car and cautiously took the keys out of the ignition. 

“Don’t get mad. He got here a day early. I mean, you can’t still be upset about last time,” Josh rushed out, flinching when he finished. 

“I’m not going to hit you Josh. And of course I’m still mad about last time. He called me a-” 

Well. You weren’t in the mood to repeat it. 

“In his defense you did say he-”

“I don’t want to hear it!” You interrupted, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to stop remembering the last time you and Sam were in the same room. 

“Seriously, can you just try? We already talked to Sammy, and he promised to be on his very best behavior. As long as you promise not to throw anything.” 

“I’m mature enough to keep my hands to myself. As long as he does.” You stuck your pinky out, waiting on Josh to accept your silent promise.

He wrapped his around yours, grinning softly up at you, “I'm glad you’re gonna try. I love you both so much. It would mean the absolute world to me if you guys could just… coexist. That’s all I’m asking for.” He gave your hand an extra squeeze before letting go and throwing his seat belt off hurriedly. 

He practically skipped with enjoyment to his walkway, wiping his feet off against the worn welcome mat you had gotten him so long ago. You followed behind, decidedly less excited for the night that lay ahead of you. He ushered you to the front, pushing you through the chipped door. You were welcomed by Jake’s beaming face, the wonderful aroma of whatever they had decided to make for dinner, and… Sam. 

His back was turned away from you, his hair piled at the base of his neck in a wild bun. He was chopping something on the wooden cutting board you had gotten Jake for his last birthday– the one branded with his initials and a pirate ship in the corner. This apartment was riddled with you. Your clothes left in their laundry room, your extra toothbrush laying on their bathroom sink. Hell, you even had a half empty bottle of body wash stuck in their shower. Little gifts you had gotten them for birthdays, and Christmas, and just because littered their entire living space. 

You were sure Sam hated the constant reminders of your existence. Just as much as your stomach churned when you were reminded of him. His bass, often left in Jake’s room. Pictures of him exploding over the fridge, every once barren shelf. His sweatshirt, the one he constantly seemed to forget, the one that smelled so much like him that it was intoxicating. 

Whatever. You were going to be fine! You promised Josh, and you had yet to break a promise to your best friend. 

Jake welcomed you instantly, pulling you into a rib crushing hug. No matter how often you saw him, he always greeted you like you had spent years apart.

“How was work?” He mumbled into your neck, his ear splitting smile evident in his voice. 

“Awful, but isn’t it usually? 

He pulled away, his brow furrowed with worry. “I’m sorry, sunshine. Hopefully dinner can make up for it, huh?” 

“Your cooking? It might make my night worse,” you laughed, plopping down on the same sofa you had spent many a night occupying. 

“Hey! I’m a fantastic chef,” he complained, ruffling your hair indignantly, “plus, I’m not the one cooking. Sam is.” He shrugged towards Sam, who was busying himself with whatever meal he had decided to make.

You watched him intently, admiring how swiftly he worked with a knife. You bit your tongue, not wanting to insult him with a possible murder weapon in his hand. 

He turns to face you at the mention of his name, and all you could do was wave awkwardly and ignore the buzzing anger that filled you when he refused to respond. Jake and Josh didn’t miss the moment, but they too decided not to dwell on it. They chose instead to sit next to you, flipping through channels until Jake landed on an old pirate movie that was already halfway through airing– one he had seen a million times. 

It was almost a normal night�� if you ignore the burning urge to make a quip at Sam, to egg him on to do the same. Sure, if anyone asked you’d swear up and down that the man was the bane of your existence. But on a much deeper level, in a way you would never admit outloud… you actually enjoyed the banter. The teasing. The way you could feel him staring at you across the room, even when his gaze was angry. Even when his face conveyed a range of emotions you could never quite pinpoint. 

Yes, it was undeniable– you did in fact miss the usual biting conversation the two of you shared. It was all it took to remain normal while Sam continued cooking, silently, Jake and Josh joked around beside you. You were abnormally quiet as well, at least quieter than you ever had been with them. Something about Sam’s refusal to speak to you was starting to drive you insane. 

Maybe he had nothing nice to say… so he said nothing at all. As childish as it was, it was all you could think to explain away his unusual silence. And maybe that was better than anything. 

At least that’s what you told yourself. That’s the mantra you repeated over and over again as he continued to ignore you. Sure, he had no problem talking to Jake and Josh. All through dinner, he didn’t shut up. Talking about his new job, his new car, his new bass, something funny Danny did, something that happened in his astronomy class– seriously, it was non-stop. You couldn’t get a word in edgewise. In fact, the only time he actually went silent was when you opened your own mouth. 

“Sam, can you pass me the salt?” 

Nothing. Cue Jake begrudgingly reachinging across the length of the table to slide you the shakers. 

“You really did a great job cooking, Sam.” Surely a compliment would fuel his ego enough to garner a response.

Nothing yet again. 

“So, are you staying over?” 

“Yep.” 

Finally, Something. 

You were used to spending the night at Josh and Jake’s place. You’d fall asleep on their couch, and one of them would take you home the next morning with the promise of seeing you again soon. 

Well.. you’d try to fall asleep on their couch. Not like it was awful; Josh did everything he could to be a good host. And Jake would regularly shell out extra blankets when you complained about the insanely cold temperature they insisted on keeping their shared living space. You never quite figured out what stopped you from enjoying a good night’s sleep. Truth is, it happened everywhere you went. Even your own bed imposed the same struggle, the same sleepless nights spent tossing and turning until the sun came out. You had tried everything short of asking Jake to physically knock you out. It was something you had to deal with, something that was entirely your own problem. 

Yet, you had never spent the night at the same time as Sam. 

You didn’t miss Josh’s smirk. 

“He’s crashing in my room,” he explained, ��Jake and I are bunking it. Pulled out the air mattress and everything.”

“Yeah, it’ll be just like middle school,” Jake laughs.

“How come you guys never bunk it when I spend the night. Your couch is ridiculously uncomfortable,” you whine, feeling annoyed when all three of them laugh back at you. 

“Unless you and Sam want to share the so-called ridiculously uncomfortable couch, this is the arrangement. Sorry sunshine.” Josh stretches as he stands up, gathering the empty dishes from their secondhand dining table. A small part of you wished Sam was here to cook every time you were over; this had been better than the plethora of somehow burnt freezer meals that his brother’s tended to fuck up. 

“I’ll bring you some blankets,” Jake offered while trailing behind his twin, leaving you alone with Sam. 

And the two of you sat in silence once more. No yelling. No bickering. He didn’t even glance up from his hands as he absentmindedly picked at the calluses around his fingers.

And it drove you crazy. Sure, you had promised Josh no conflict, But did no conflict mean he couldn’t even spare you a passing glance? Couldn’t bother to acknowledge your simple existence? 

Jake rushed back in, eyeing you two worriedly while he tossed a handful of blankets and lone pillow onto their worn couch. You thank him quickly, sliding up from the table with a huff while you make your way to their bathroom to get ready to struggle to fall asleep for the rest of the night. 

You admired the way they had made it feel homely for you: your red toothbrush resting next to their blue and green one, a bottle of your almost empty face wash nestled in between their own. It was just as much their bathroom as it was yours at this point. You didn’t miss the fact that a new toothbrush had joined your previously perfect trifecta– Sam’s identical red toothbrush lay on the opposite side of the sink, a lone tool, separate from you three. Maybe Josh was right. Maybe you and Sam were just too similar. Maybe you were both too stubborn to get along. 

You hadn’t realized how aggressive you had been with your brushing until you pulled our toothbrush back, the bristles almost flattened out completely. You just had to get through the night. And was his ignoring you all that bad? Sure it irked you, how he could so easily behave like you just didn’t exist. But you supposed it was better than fighting, better than potentially destroying your relationship with Jake and Josh. After all, Sam was their brother. You were just a friend, just some girl that Josh had met on a whim just a few years back. 

So you’d keep the peace. You’d ignore the nagging feeling in you begging to do something to get a reaction, the feeling you had never ignored before. The feeling that pushed you to tease him, to start and continue arguments. The feeling that sent shivers up and down your whole body when he’d angrily retort back. 

Whatever. Who cares?! It’s not like he’s going to be a part of my life forever… just as long as I’m friends with his brothers. 

So, forever. At least that’s what you intended when you met the twins. You can’t imagine not being a part of their lives, and in turn this meant you had to be a part of Sam’s life. No matter how small that part was. No matter if he never uttered a word to you again. 

You made your way back to the now silent and empty living room, sighing with relief when Sam was nowhere to be found. You could vaguely hear Jake and Josh talking in the next room, but about what you didn’t know. Sam’s room was eerily quiet, much like himself just moments before. You flopped down on the couch unceremoniously, cringing when it groaned under your weight. Jake had left a plethora of blankets from you, even slipping in a tattered old sweatshirt depicting his old high school logo. You pulled it on, fluffing the flat pillow he kept mostly for you. You had become all too familiar with their ceiling over the years. Every bump, every discoloration, every bit of peeling paint. Even the faded glow in the dark stars the three of you had stuck on the ceiling in a bout of drunken childishness. Exactly twenty seven– the last three had fallen off. 

The crickets that chirp in the small patches of grass surrounding their apartment complex sounded louder than usual. The ticking clock that Josh insisted on hanging on the wall seemed jarring. You felt wide awake. You weren’t sure why you insisted on spending the night. It was miserable, begging your body to fall asleep, waiting impatiently for someone else to wake up and keep you company. But it pleased Josh, having you over, knowing you felt safe enough to spend the night. You’d never tell him about your failures to fall asleep, how impossible it was to feel restful. It wasn’t his fault– this was something you struggled with your entire life. There was nothing he could do to fix it. 

And so you lay there, counting the ticks, adjusting every few moments. It felt like hours passed of you just listening. Listening to the sounds of the snores Jake swore didn’t belong to him. Listening to the soft patter of rain outside. 

Listening to a door click and softly swish open. 

You lay still, steading your breathing, not wanting to worry whoever came out. The floor creaked softly under light footsteps as whoever they belonged to padded to the kitchen. The fridge door opened slowly with a groan, the light illuminating the room with a blue glow. 

“Can’t sleep?” 

You nearly jumped at the sound of Sam’s voice. 

“Fuck, you scared the shit out of me.” You lean up, taking him in. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers that hung low on his waist, and a too big white t-shirt that clung to him in odd areas.

“Sorry,” he laughed, shutting the fridge with a thud. 

“Why are you up?” You glanced at the clock, wondering how the hell you had managed to be up this late. 

“Same as you, I suppose. Can never sleep right.” He shrugged, so casually it was like the two of you had never fought once. 

Yet another thing the two of you had in common. 

He pulled a drawer open, grabbing a lighter and bringing it up to his face, where a cigarette was dangling precariously off his slightly parted lips. The flame danced in the darkness of the kitchen before he quickly let it go, inhaling deeply and blowing a thick cloud of gray smoke out. You shifted uncomfortably for a moment, not quite knowing how to fill the silence. The warm, familiar smell of his particular brand of choice slowly infiltrated your senses. 

“Josh will kill you if he finds out you were smoking in here,” You proclaim, matter-of-factly. 

“How is Josh going to find out? You gonna snitch?” He smirked, taking a step closer to where you sat.

“Maybe. If you piss me off.” 

“Are you trying to blackmail me?” 

“Not unless you plan on pissing me off.” 

“I never plan on it, it just sort of happens.” He shrugs, a smug look washing over his features. He sat down next to you with a huff, holding his half-smoked cigarette out to you. 

“I don't smoke,” you reply plainly, turning your head away from the steady stream of gray smoke billowing out of the lit object. 

It was a lie. A secret you had kept for quite a while, a bad habit that you only partook in occasionally. 

“C’mon…” 

You knew he knew. He had caught you smoking outside of the twin’s birthday party last April. You were shocked he never told anyone, never held it against you. And you couldn’t deny that you had been itching for a smoke all week. 

You reach out your hand, awaiting the feel of it between your fingers, but it never happens. Instead, he cups your cheek, turning your face towards him. He carefully brings the cigarette closer to you, placing it between your partially open lips. You inhale deeply, the cherry red color illuminating the space between the two of you. 

“You know, you aren't half bad when you aren't being a complete brat,” He whispers, his eyes studying your face.

“A brat?” You laugh, passing the cigarette back to him. “If anyone’s a brat, it’s you.” 

He turns his head to the side, blowing smoke away from your face with a grin. The two of you sit in silence for a beat, yet this silence lacked the hanging awkwardness from earlier. It was suddenly comfortable, the both of you wordlessly passing the cigarette back and forth before it reached the butt. He stood, tossing the dead cigarette out into the twins' trash, shoving it far enough down that they’d be none the wiser. 

“That couch is really fucking uncomfortable,” He groans, stretching his back out, “I can’t believe they make you sleep on that.” 

“It’s not that bad.” 

It really wasn’t. Sure it dipped in odd places, the fabric was wearing off in patches, and it tended to be a bit scratchy… but anyone else could fall asleep on it easily. 

“You know… Josh’s bed is pretty big. If you want, you can come sleep with me.” 

“What?” You sputter, taken entirely off guard by his proposal. Sleep in the same bed as him? Was he insane? 

“Just an offer.” He shrugged, “Probably be a hell of a lot easier to sleep on than a couch they found on the side of the road.” He rolls his eyes at your almost disgusted expression, “Nothing gross, freak.” 

He had a point. But still, this went against everything you had ever thought about Sam. Well… maybe not everything. Of course, there had been the rare occasion where your eyes would linger on his hands, his lips, his eyes. You’d mentally chastise yourself for it, ignoring the burning urge to keep looking, choosing instead to provoke him and start some immature argument. 

“Just thought I’d ask,” He sighs, turning towards the hallway. 

“Wait, Sam,” you start, gripping the blanket Jake had loaned you, “Fine.” 

He chuckles, watching as you hop off the couch, dragging your blanket and pillow behind you, “You know Josh’s bed has blankets. And pillows.” 

“Oh, yeah.” You drop what you were holding unceremoniously, letting it hang off the couch haphazardly. You follow behind Sam, feeling a rush of heat flare up on your face. Were you really about to sleep next to him? In Josh’s bed? 

You knew there was no deeper meaning behind it. You were definitely overthinking it. He was just being nice, extending an olive branch of sorts. Maybe whatever Josh had said to him had worked. 

He opens the door quietly, revealing Josh’s perfectly cleaned room. Decorated sparsely, yet so utterly like him. Sam’s bag lay raggedly in the corner, the contents spilling out onto the floor. The bed was still made, like he hadn’t even attempted to sleep yet. He sighed, flicking off the lamp that rested on the bedside table. 

He tugged the white shirt off, tossing it near his back. Your eye raked over his exposed torso, his chest, his abdomen, his thighs. Your own pajamas suddenly felt restrictive, too tight, too warm. You toy with the hem of Jake’s loaned sweatshirt, feeling increasingly awkward. He flopped down onto the bed, ruffling the perfectly tucked in top cover. He folded his arms behind him, leaning propped up against the headboard. 

“You gonna lay down or you just gonna stand there?” 

You roll your eyes, climbing over to the other side of Josh’s monstrously oversized bed. You pull down the blankets, struggling a bit with how tightly Josh had shoved them into the corners. Sam was right– the bed was a whole lot comforter than that couch. No wonder Josh had been holding out on you. 

“Goodnight,” Sam mumbles, turning to the side and giving you a wide berth. 

The rain had picked up outside, beating against the window loudly, echoing around the room. Sam had left the fan on, and you were thankful for the chill against your way too hot skin. Sure, the bed was a lot easier to lay on than the couch, but you suddenly felt twenty times more uncomfortable. You shifted once, pushing some of the covers away from you. You shift again, pulling the pillow parallel to your. You move once again, and– 

“Quit squirming,” he bites. He turns over to face you, eyes heavy with sleep. 

“Sorry, I can’t get comfortable.” 

“Really? Wanna go back to the couch?” 

A bolt of thunder interrupts his quip, shaking the whole of the apartment. You move closer to him without thinking, ignoring the quizzical look he gives you. 

“Guessing that’s a no. Just stop moving around so much.” He turns back on his side, his face hidden again. 

“I’ll just go back to the couch, I don’t want to-” Another boom outside, closer this time. 

Sam jumps a bit, inching even closer, hiding the movement with a cough, “It’s fine.” 

The heat of his body, the closeness of his bare skin, sends jolts of electricity through your body. 

What the fuck was going on? 

You squeeze your thighs together, embarrassed by how desperate you were for any sort of friction. If you had told yourself, even yourself from an hour ago, that you’d be in bed with Sam Kiskza of all people… who knows what you would’ve thought. Much less that you were in bed, images racing in your brain about ways he could be touching you, ways you could be touching him. 

“Seriously, why the fuck can’t you sit still?” He sits up, his face flush with irritation. God, why was that so hot? 

Your cheeks instantly turn a deep red, your eyes locked into his. You didn’t have an answer, at least not one suitable to speak aloud. 

Something like, I can’t stop thinking about the way you furrow your brow when you're angry. Or, They way your hands look when you do literally anything. Or, The way you’re staring down at me now, like I’m in trouble- 

“I- I don’t know,” you whisper, unsure of what else to say. 

“You don’t know?” 

You shrug, trying to ignore the way his hair frames his face, the way you can still make out his chiseled features even in the dark. 

“Just- C’mere.” He reaches out, pulling you into his body. You’re flush with his bare skin now, a position you never thought you’d find yourself in. 

“Sam, what are you-” 

“Shut up. Lay still,” He sighs, stretching out just a bit and adjusting his grip on you.

But something about him directly ordering you to do something makes it even more impossible to sit still. Makes it even harder to ignore the persistent ache in your core. You were sure it was painfully obvious now, how increasingly desperate you were for anything, any kind of touch. Attempting to imperceptibly move again, garner any kind of relief, anything, was probably a death sentence. 

But you did it anyway. Moving slowly, trying not to budge too much, trying not to wake him up again. 

“You know, it’s pretty obvious what you’re trying to do,” he mumbles, eyes still closed, arm still wrapped around you. 

“What is it that I'm trying to do?” You ask, hoping to sound innocent enough to avoid suspicions. 

“Moving against me like that. Looking a little desperate,” He teases. 

“What the fuck, Sam?” 

He was painfully correct. Not like you’d admit it. 

“I’m just saying, I can help with that problem. If you wanna go to sleep. Probably be a lot easier if you just let me take care of you.” 

Seriously, what the fuck was happening.

“Offers on the table,” his voice was husky with exhaustion, “until I fall asleep.” 

Your mind races, filled with inappropriate thoughts– things you probably shouldn't think about your best friend’s younger brother. Things you shouldn’t think about the guy that you swore you… strongly disliked. 

“If you’re joking, I’m going to kill you,” You whisper again, too afraid to speak at full volume. 

“Seriously?” His eyes fly open, and he nearly pushes you off him out of surprise. 

“Wait… what if they hear us?” The idea of being caught shoots waves of panic up your spine.

“I have an idea. Just trust me, I promise we won't get caught.” He pushes his pinky out, and memories of  your earlier promise to Josh come flashing in your mind. 

“A pinky promise?” You ask. The two of you definitely did have a lot in common. 

He shrugs, not knowing the full weight of the movement. You link your pink around his, avoiding his eyeline. 

In one motion, he flips you over, leaning directly over you. He pulls a stray hair tie from his wrist, twisting his long hair up into a messy bun at the base of his neck. He leans down, his lips mere centimeters away from yours. 

“Can I kiss you?” His voice is barely audible, so sincere and sweet that your heart skips a beat. 

You nod, failing to come up with any semblance of response. When he doesn’t move right away you find yourself lifting up your head to meet him. But he moves before you get close enough, earning an agitated whine from you. 

“Mm-mm, need to hear you say it.” 

“Yes,” you huffed. 

“So impatient. Relax, okay? That’s the whole point.” 

He leans down, closing the distance between you two. His lips are soft, tinged by the taste of smoke and mint toothpaste. His calloused hands roam down the sides of your body, toying with the hem of your– Jake’s– sweatshirt . For a second he was tentative, slow and calculated in his movements before behaving with a bit less restraint. You feel his tongue swipe against your lips, and without a second thought you find yourself parting slightly to let him inside. His heartbeat hammered against your body, causing yours to race even faster. Warmth spread across your chest, seeping into each limb as he moved slowly under your shirt, inching closer and closer to your chest. 

You arch into his touch, letting out a quiet whimper as you feel him brush against your breast. He takes this as a signal to grab what he wants, kneading the soft flesh between his rough and calloused hands. He moves down your body, placing warm, open mouth kisses along your jawline and neck. 

You absentmindedly roll your body against him, drinking in the soft whine that slips past his parted lips. 

“Fuck, I want you on top of me,” He mumbles, flipping you around again so you were positioned on top of him. He grips your hips, grinding you down against him. You feel drunk already, the sensation of his hard-on against your clothed core making you dizzy. He whines again, his fingers digging into the bare skin where your shirt had rode up. 

“Come here,” He orders, tugging you down again so that you were face to face once more. You nearly slam into him with how desperately quick he pulls you in to meet his lips. “Take this shit off.” His hands fly to Jake’s sweatshirt, making fast work of ripping it off your body. Barely a second passes before the two of you are pressed together again, working hurriedly against each other.. 

“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” his voice is so barely above a whisper you wonder if the comment was even meant to reach your ears. “Look a lot better when you aren’t in another guy’s clothes.” 

His hands are back at your hips, nails digging rough half-moon marks into the exposed flesh. He moves you at a steady pace against him, working your hips in circular motions. You should feel embarrassed by how disgustingly wet you feel, your underwear sticking uncomfortably to your skin. If this was Sam’s genius idea to keep quiet, it definitely wasn't going to be enough to keep you from squirming around. In fact, all it had done was increase your need, your burning desire to feel him closer. 

“It isn’t enough,” You whine, a bit louder than you had wanted. 

“Not enough? Jesus Christ, I’m about to cum in my pants,” he rasps, bucking his hips underneath you. The sudden movement has you clamoring to silence yourself, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood. “Shit, nevermind, you’re right. Fuck, do- do you think you can be quiet?” 

You nod quickly, goosebumps prickling up all over your bare torso. 

“Lay down.” 

You climb off him, lying beside him expectantly. He’s positioned on top of you once more, quickly working down your body. He leaves a sloppy trail all the way down to your navel, where he pauses for a moment before hooking his pinkies into the waistband of your shorts. 

“Can I take these off?” He asks hurriedly. 

You nod again, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him better. 

“No, I told you. Use your words, or I’ll stop.” 

“Yes, please, just take them off, fuck” You choked out. 

He tears the rest of your clothes off in one fell swoop, leaving you completely exposed. Any other night, any other person, you might have shied away, turned your head and avoided eye contact. Yet, in this moment, you couldn't bring yourself to care. You didn’t care that you were seconds away from fucking Sam in his brother’s bed while said brother slept across the hall. You didn’t care that you were definitely going to regret this in the morning. You didn’t care that there was no way you’d be able to keep this a secret from everyone, much less Josh. None of that mattered. All you could think about was the fact that Sam’s mouth was a breath away from where you had needed him the most all night. 

“Just say the world and I’ll stop, okay?” 

Again, with genuine sincerity. With care. 

“Of course.” You bring your hand down to tuck a stray piece of hair behind his ear. His skin felt warm, a soft pink radiating off his cheeks. 

He presses a kiss to your inner thigh, his golden brown eyes boring into your own. He continues at a tantalizing slow place, a smug smirk gracing his kiss-swollen lips. You wait in anticipation, holding a bated breath while you watch him finally settle right in front of your aching clit. 

“Gonna make you feel good, just need you to relax,” he whispers, his breath fanning over your core,”Just need you to stay quiet for me, angel.” 

Angel. Your heart flutters at the pet name. You were used to all the to all the others; sarcastically calling you princess, calling you a brat, calling you a bitch in your most heated moments. But angel? This was new. 

He barely gives you the time to think about it before he’s delving in, his tongue working against you expertly. Your hands fly to his hair, lacing in between the loose waves he had pulled back. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, mentally pleading with yourself to remain silent as he laps at you. If he wanted you to be quiet, this certainly wasn’t the way to go about it. Any and all self-control had flown out the window the second he had kissed you. 

Your hips move at odds with his face in a desperate rush, working in tandem with his mouth. His nose bumps against your clit, adding another level of intoxicating pleasure. 

He pulls back, the sudden loss of contact making you whine loudly. His face is drenched with a mixture of his spit and your own wetness. 

“Can’t wait anymore, need to be inside you.” He pulls his boxers off faster than you’d ever seen anyone move, “I wanted to take my time, but-” He shook his head, cutting himself off. 

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his body. His cock was leaking, the tip looking painfully red and flushed. You watch in rapt awe as he spits in his palm, pumping the length for a moment before lining himself up with your center. He pushes himself in slowly, a loud groan tearing through the both of you. He’s quick to slap a hand over your mouth, effectively silencing you. You groan as he bites down hard on your shoulder in his own attempt to be quiet. He stalls for a second, allowing you to adjust to his size. The two of you breathe together, sharing the same still moment. 

“Gonna move now,” he warns, bracing himself. 

He starts slowly, burying himself so deep inside you, you swear you can feel him in your stomach. 

“Fuck,” You whine against his palm. You savor the quiet grunts that pass seamlessly through his lips every time he moves, the whimpers that come through when you rake your nails down his back. 

“So fucking perfect. Been thinking about this ever since we met. God it was driving me crazy,” he babbled, each word strained against your ear, “You were driving me crazy. Have- Goddamn- have no idea how badly I wanted to put you in your place.” 

If his hand wasn’t gripping your face hard enough to leave bruises you were sure you’d be screaming right now. Who gave a fuck if Josh heard you? If Jake knew what was going on? 

He maintained his agonizingly slow pace, pushing you right up to where you wanted to be, yet not close enough. You wanted to beg him to fuck you harder, to go faster, to do literally anything else. 

As if he knew you needed something more, as if he could read your thoughts, his hand snaked its way in between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit. He works in quick circular motions, this speed contrasting almost painfully. 

“I’m close,” he chokes out, his movements becoming increasingly sloppy. He pulls his hand from your mouth and you gulp in air, panting his name as he brings you closer to the edge, “Where do you want me to-”

“Inside.” 

 He picks up his pace, the bed squeaking slightly underneath the two of you. You silently thanked God for the fact that the twins were heavy sleepers when the headboard began to dully thud against the wall. 

“Sammy, I-” you gasp, finding it difficult to speak. 

“I know.” He nods, meeting your eyes. He cups your face and presses a chaste kiss to your lips, the motion so utterly intimate and calm that you felt your heart swell. 

You tug him down for another kiss, this one deeper, filled with more passion as he swallows every moan that rips through you. His hips stutter, and he groans into your mouth as he finishes inside you, the sensation pushing you right over the ledge. You could’ve sworn that you saw stars, much like the ones littering the living room ceiling. He falls against you, his breathing ragged and his chest heaving. The two of you lay like that for a beat, your hands softly rubbing the expanse of his now scratched to hell back. 

He lifts up, panting still as his eyes rake over your body. 

“Think you can sleep now?” 

“Yeah.” 

He laughs drily, staring down at where the two of you were still connected. You wince as he pulls out, slowly rubbing your thigh in a small act of comfort as he watches your face slightly contort. It’s hard to miss the way he smirks as you feel his cum leak out of you and onto Josh’s previously pristine sheets. He slides off the bed, reaching down and coming back up with his discarded t-shirt. Using gentle motions, he slowly wipes away the mess the two of you made off your skin before tossing the shirt back once again. With a relaxed sigh, he lays back next to you for the final time that night. He tugs you back into his arms, humming as you nuzzle into his chest. 

“Hopefully this time you can stay still, huh?” 

[britney-gvf]

Troubled Mind: Part One

Josh Kiszka x fem reader

18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: Unprotected penetrative sex, male oral sex, mild teasing, mild horror

Synopsis: You and Josh spend your spare time on tour exploring old abandoned buildings. When an old church gives you more than you bargained for, you find yourself in the middle of a tale of danger and intrigue.

Troubled Mind: Part One

Josh was on his way and you still weren't ready yet. Sitting on the bed of your hotel room overlooking Charleston, you were desperately trying to achieve the perfect dutch braid, but your nervous fingers just weren't working like you wanted them to. Josh always had the abilty to make you clumsy and unsure of yourself with his presence. Not on purpose, of course, but he'd flash you a knowing, toothy grin or squeeze your arm or leg with just the right amount of pressure and it made you melt. It felt like you had been in a will he/won't he limbo for a while now and you weren't the type of girl to come forward and talk about your feeling. No way in hell.

You had just gotten your braids exactly how you wanted them when a knock startled you. You shot up like someone lit the bed on fire. As you walked to the door, you adjusted your olive green tank top that hugged you in all the right places and did a quick mirror check to pull out some baby hairs from your braid and flatten out your black linen shorts. You opened the door and he gave you the biggest, most perfect smile that made his brown eyes sparkle. "Hey, you! How's it goin?" He said excitedly. Josh was always like this. He always greeted you like you were the most important person on earth to him. It made your stomach do cartwheels, which seemed to double when he pulled you in for a tight hug.

"Oh hey! Let me get my shoes on and I'll be ready," you replied, grinning as you broke away from the hug. "Well come in, I'm not gonna make you wait in the hall." He followed you into your hotel room and sat on the office chair by the desk. As he looked around the rather nice hotel room, he remarked, "We put you up real nice, don't we?"

"Yeah, this is one of the nicer ones! They have room service!" You blushed a little after you said that. You weren't used to hotels with room service outside of touring with Greta Van Fleet. In fact, you weren't used to any of the lavish perks that came with being their makeup artist. They took a chance on you, a girl who was just dipping her feet in the entertainment industry doing hair and makeup. He gave you a knowing, kind smile and changed the subject. "So this place we're going to is pretty far out. I didn't want to go to one of the usual spots where people go to explore, ya know? Off the beaten path and all that."

"You mean you didn't want to go on a guided tour of the Old Charleston Jail? I'm SHOCKED, Joshua," you said with a laugh. You had gotten your shoes on and grabbed your flashlight by this point. "Well, I'm ready!" He stood up and let you lead the way out the door and out of the hotel.

These little adventures you went on with him started at the beginning of the tour. You both had a mutual love for Ghost Adventures and laughed about Zak Bagins' dramatic "demon attacks" often. One day, you both agreed that you wanted to try exploring abandoned building yourselves. Every time there were a couple days of break in the tour, the two of you would find a spot and explore it for an evening. There was usually nothing there but the excitement of possibility and spending one on one time with him made it all worth it.

You hopped into the truck the he rented. It smelled like him: Clean and woodsy. The drive through Charleston was filled with ethically questionable horse carriages, tourists, ghost tours, and beautiful old buildings. Despite being here several times, you were always taken with the charm of this little town. Pretty soon though, you were reminded that Charleston was, in fact, in South Carolina. Beautiful cobblestone roads were replaced by highways in disrepair and trees. So many trees.

"So, what do you think will be at this church?" you asked. Josh raised his eyebrows and turned down the music. The ride had been mostly quiet. You both were deep in thought, it seemed, and he was a little surprised at your awkward break in the silence.

"Well, uh," he chuckled a little bit. "The guy I met at the bar said it had a bit of a reputation. People usually don't last long before they hightail it outta there. Something's there, but he *said* that he doesn't know what. Speaking of which, we're almost there."

He seemed more nervous than usual. Josh was usually a chatter box but he seemed to have a lot on his mind. You did as well, as your feelings for him seem to grow with every little glance in his direction.  You pulled down the truck mirror to check your makeup. It was very light, just a little blush, concealer, lip gloss, and mascara. Of course it looked fine, but you were doing it to distract yourself from him.

The truck slowed down as he pulled onto a bumpy dirt road. There was a sign that was faded and dirty. It looked hand painted: "First Baptist Church." Josh seemed to hit every pot hole on the short road to the church. When you finally got to the building, you could feel the heaviness that surrounded it before you even got out of the truck.

It was small and dilpitated. The steeple was missing boards and the cross was barely hanging on, which felt particularly ominous. The paint was peeling off. What was once a pristine white church was now rotting and falling apart. You might've felt sad if it wasn't for the exisitental dread that was consuming you. "Fuck, thats so creepy," Josh said, barely above a whisper. You looked over and he was smiling and excited. Did he not feel the dread?

Maybe his excitement that he gets to spend time with you is stronger than that, you thought.  But that felt silly, almost egotistical, to assume that you were the reason for his happiness. You chose to say nothing and walked closer to the church, despite every fiber of your being begging you not to. Josh caught up to you and gave you hand a little squeeze.

"Are you scared? You're not saying much," he said. It was like the little bastard knew that you had such big feelings for him. You don't know if it was the stifling heat or blushing but your cheeks turned red.

"I'm fine," you lied. "You haven't been talking much either. You're usually such a chatter box."

"Oh I have things on my mind, love," he replied. "But now isn't the time to talk about them. Let's go inside."

Love? LOVE?! You almost fell to your knees. You entered the church with him, hand in hand. The inside was in slightly better shape than the outside, but it was clear that time and the elements had done their work. There were a couple of pews still there and the alter was still in tact. The floor was covered by leaves, debris, and trash from other people who used this place as a hangout. The sunlight, orange as the sun was setting, peeked through every little crack and missing board on the walls. It was haunting and beautiful. You looked over to Josh, who seemed just as taken with it as you were. You both saw the beauty in things that other people didn't and it bonded you.

You started walking toward the nearest pew, watching the ground closely for snakes. The dread and heaviness had only gotten worse since you entered the church. You were nervous and felt like you were very much not welcome here. You braced yourself on the pew to collect your thoughts. What the fuck is going on? Have you guys come to a place that's actually haunted? What happened here? What has made this place its home?

Your thoughts were interrupted by your waist being grabbed from behind. You let out a scream and turned around. Of course it was Josh, laughing at his very unfunny, shitty little prank. You must've looked as terrified as you felt because his face fell as soon as he saw yours.

"Hey, hey," his voice was low and calm. You were trying to catch your breath and you were angry at how stupid you felt and how embarassed you were. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't realize that would scare you so bad. Come here."

He beckoned you into a hug. You let him embrace you. Despite how sweaty he was, he somehow still smelled fresh and clean. You closed your eyes and let the hug take you over, feeling almost immediate comfort. Josh broke away slightly, just enough to lift your chin just enough so your eyes met.

  You knew at that moment why he'd be quiet all day, why you'd catch him looking at you, why he wanted to spend time with you. You knew for sure, in this moment, that he was just as in love with you as you were with him. His big, beautiful brown eyes told the entire story. He gave you a little questioning nod and you smiled back. He leaned in and your lips met.

  Josh's lips were soft and yet he was kissing you hard, as if he had wanted this his entire life. Your hands were exploring each others' bodies. He grabbed your ass while you entagled your fingers into his slightly damp hair, his other hand on your face and you pulled him in closer. You couldn't remember either of you shedding your clothes but soon you were both naked and you couldn't tell where his body ended and yours began.

You wanted show him exactly what he meant to you. You broke the kiss and he gave you a sad look...which turned into excitement as soon as he realized what you were doing. You kneeled down in front of him. HIs cock was perfect, just like the rest of him. His hair was perfectly groomed and his dick was just the right size. You could see the precum coming out of the tip. You lightly licked it off, causing him to let out a moan. You started to squeeze his balls as you lightly flicked your tongue up and down his shaft. Your other fingers were lightly tapping whichever part of his dick you weren't licking. He moaned and jerked, occasionally thrusting his cock like he wanted to fuck your face.

  "Baby, please. Please suck it," He said breathlessly. You gave him a coy little grin. "What? Like this?" You popped the head in your mouth, sucked it a little and pulled it out like a lollipop. He groaned. "Oh my fucking god, suck it. PLEASE." You giggled and he growled. Finally, you took his whole dick into your mouth. Oh, how amazing it was! You sucked on it with various pressure, sliding your mouth up and down the shaft. You let your tongue dance around it, paying close attention to the head. Josh was slightly fucking your face and moaning. You enjoyed giving him pleasure almost as much as he enjoyed receiving it but you wanted him inside of you desperately. You pulled him completely out of your mouth.

  He said nothing. Instead he growled. You barely stood up before his mouth was on yours and he was kissing you hard. He pushed you against the nearest wall and hiked your leg up by his hip.

"Tell me you want it," he said in a low voice. It caught you off guard. "What?"

  "Tell me you want my dick, y/n," he was smirking. You HAD control, but not anymore. It was his turn now.

"I want it," you said. He took his cock in his free hand and rubbed it over your clit several times. You whimpered a little. This fucker was paying you back. He positioned his cock at the opening of your pussy and pushed in just a little. Just enough to make you squirm. "What is it that you want, honey?"

"Your cock. I want your cock inside of me. Please, Josh. Please," And just like that he pushed all the way in and you moaned. This was pure heaven. He stayed all the way in before he started fucking you. At first it was slow and hard. He was taking you all in, staring at you with hungry eyes, grabbing your tit and rolling your nipple in his finger. You didn't know where you ended and Josh began, you just knew that this is what you always wanted. You could see sweat rolling down his face and chest. His hair, once slightly damp, was soaked now. He fucked you faster and got into a groove. He went balls deep inside of you with every thrust and it made you see stars. You were no virgin but you had never been fucked like this. He put every feeling he had been bottling up into every thrust and you knew, for the first time, a man was going to make you cum with his dick.

He kissed you hard, cupping your face with his hands. He started fucking you harder and you knew he was close and you were too. Your body began to shudder and you let out a loud scream at the same time as he let out a final moan. As he filled you up, you could feel every muscle in your body tense up, then release. Pure fucking ecstasy. He stayed in you for a few seconds and your eyes met. His dark honey eyes were soft and sweet and he was smiling like he was looking at the most beautiful person he'd ever seen. You couldn't believe that he was choosing you.

He finally broke the silence, "I've been wanting to do that for so long."

You returned the smile and gave him a deep kiss. He finally pulled out and walked over to his clothes. You didn't notice until this point that he had a small bag with him. He bent over and pulled out a few napkins and handed them to you. You gave him a look. "Did you plan this?"

He chuckled, "Like I said, I've wanted it for a while. I wanted to be prepared!" You gave him a smile. You were putting your clothes on and the feelings of heaviness and doom once again creeped in. Fucking around with Josh had been a nice distraction from it. At this point, the sun was almost completely set but it was still bright out. Of course it was a full moon. Crazy shit always seemed to happen on the full moon.

"Ah, a full moon," it was like Josh was reading your mind. "Do you think we'll find something here? The guy I talked to said strange shit always happens." "What guy?", you asked.  You hadn't thought about how Josh might've found this place.

  Josh began to tell the story of him and Jake going to this old dive bar in Charleston. A hole in the wall, so they could drink and eat oysters without anyone bothering them. They began talking to an older regular who told them all about this place and the strange encounters. Everything from people hearing whispers, to people being threatened by things they couldn't see, to people even getting shoved or scratched.

"Scratched? What the fuck?" you said. The stories made you a little more worried than you already were.

"Yeah, fucking scratched. But this church seemed so cool, I really wanted to check it out. Does make me feel a little weird-"

CRACK. You screamed as a massive beam broke from the ceiling. Josh pulled you towards him as the piece of wood crashed onto the ground below, right where you were standing. He pulled you into another hug. You were shaking. God, that thing could have killed you and he saved you. You felt tears well up in your eyes.

"Shhh, shh, now, honey. You're safe, I'm here," once again, he broke away from you, this time to wipe the tears from your eyes. You composed yourself, feeling slightly embarassed that he had to save you like a damsel in distress. "You know, anyone would be scared from that. Fuck, I'm scared, that could've been so much worse."

It was like he read your mind. He let you go and gave you a little kiss on the forehead. "We can go if you want!"

"No, no, I'm fine now," you lied. You weren't fine but you didn't want to show any more vunerabilty tonight than you already had. It was fully dark by now so Josh pulled a small lantern out of his bag. Somehow, seeing everything around you made it even creepier. It made everything look...wrong.

  Your eyes seemed to focus on one thing: the window across the church. Most of the stained glass was gone, except for the edges at the very top. It felt as if someone or something was watching you through it. Josh must've felt it as well because he was squinting at it when you looked over to him. You were still on edge from the beam falling, but you were curious as to what had its eyes on you.

At the same time, you both stepped forward to investigate. "You feel it too," he stated. "Someone is looking at us."

He grabs your hand as you both slowly continue to lessen the distance between yourselves and the window. You had been in many abandoned, haunted buildings with and without Josh but this one felt...real. Dangerous. It was as exciting as it was terrifying. As you got closer, your stomach started doing backflips. Josh squeezed your hand, giving you a small bit of comfort. At least you were not alone.

You were within a yard of the window when you started making out what was beyong it. Trees covered in Spanish moss, an old, unkempt graveyard with headstones cracked and lying on their sides. A worn statue of what looked like a little girl, which made your stomach turned. And just beyond the closest tree, someone.

  "Do you see...?" Josh trailed off. " Hiding behind that tree on the left."

"Yeah, I-" then you realized the tree you were looking at was on the right. You looked to the left. There was another person. Your stomach dropped and you stopped breathing. "Josh, there's two of them."

"If only that was the case, sweetheart," Josh said. His voice was a low whisper. He was right: everywhere you looked outside, there was a figure. They all had hoods and robes so you couldn't see their faces. None of them moved and despite not seeing their faces, you could feel all of their eyes on you.

  "We gotta get the fuck out of here," you could barely hear your voice come out of your mouth. You were frozen in fear. THUMP THUMP THUMP.  Your heart was beating so hard you were sure everything out there could hear it.

You saw one stir out of the corner of your eye but before you could process it, you were being pulled towards the door. Josh had seen it move before you did and was taking you to the truck. Your legs were involuntarily running. He opened the doors up with his body and led you through towards the truck. The slightly cooler air would've felt great in any other circumstance.

  You glanced behind you and those hooded figures were no longer stationary, they were running after you. The truck was only a few feet away but it felt like a mile. Josh unlocked the truck as you approached it. Your hands broke free of one another as he got into the driver seat and you in the passenger. The doors slammed at the same time and he locked the doors just as the first figure caught up and slammed his hand on the window. It then that you realized...

The hooded figures were not human. They had human features: skin, eyes, nose, mouth, but they weren't human.  Everything was there, but slightly...off.  Like a very realistic mask. You had never been more terrified than you were in the moment when that creepy fuck was banging its very large hand on your window. You felt the car lurch backwards and there was a thud. "SHIT! FUCK!" One of them had been hit and you could feel the wheels roll over them. Josh quickly put the truck in drive and ran it over again as he sped down the dirt road. You turned around and they had all stopped and stared at you. The one that had been run over, the one you were sure was dead, lifted itself up and stood back up. 

What. The. FUCK.

Josh pulled onto the highway so fast the tires squealed. You couldn't see the church from the highway but you could see those humanoid creatures had walked onto the highway to stare at you leaving. They weren't trying to catch up, they were just...staring.

Josh didn't let off the accelerator until the truck hit 90 and you begged him to slow down.

"What if they're following us?", his voice cracking a little. It was a little comforting to know he was as scared as you were.

  "I promise you they're not. They would've gotten us by now," you replied. He nodded and took several deep breaths. For a while you sat in silence, both trying to process the events of the night.

  After what felt like hours of silence, you pipe up. "Did you know they have alligators here?"

Josh started to laugh. His face lit up as if you'd brought him back to life. "We just ran for our lives from inhuman creatures and you bring up alligators to break the tension? You're so cute."

You blushed and held back a smile. "I just thought, you know, a fun fact would make you feel better."

"Baby, just your presence is enough for me, but thanks," you could tell he meant it. He reached over and grabbed your hand. When he stopped at the next stop sign, he leaned in and gave you a passionate kiss.

You finally arrived back in Charleston. As you pulled up to your hotel, you expected him to stop, but he drove right past it.

"Did you forget to take me back?" you asked, but you already knew what he was about to say. Your stomach was doing back flips again, but this time it was out of excitement.

"You're staying with us," he said. He seemed serious. "I don't want you to be alone. You can stay in my bedroom and I'll take the couch."

"That's absolutely not happening, Josh. You're not sleeping on the couch. Unless you just don't want to sleep with me."

  "Of course I do," he scoffed. "I was being a gentleman!"

You gave a little coy grin as he pulled into their rental house. It was exactly what you expected from a home in Charleston. An old home on a narrow lot, lawn perfectly manicured and home beautifully restored. It had a wrap around porch with a matching balcony. As you walked up the brick steps into the side door, you noticed the haint blue ceiling on the porch and brooms by every outside doorway. Those old southern tales ran deep.

The side door led right into the kitchen, which was huge and gorgeous. Equally as gorgeous were the men in the kitchen. Danny and Sam were making themselves cocktails while Jake was making a massive meal.

"HONEY I'M HOME," Josh yelled, causing all three of them to look up. Not a single one of them looked surprised.

"Well, its about time!" Sam said, almost as loudly as Josh yelled. "Dinner's almost done and you just roll on in last minute!"

Jake looked over his shoulders and gave you a smile. "Did he finally make a move?"

"I-well-"

"-you don't have to answer him, y/n," Josh said. "Sorry, you know how they can be..."

"We're just...joshing around hahaha," Sam gave Josh a nudge that earned him a dark glare. Then he made his way over to you and gave you a big hug. "How ya doin?"

"Good, good," you manage to reply. The Kiszkas were loud and joked around a lot but they were all so kind and caring towards you. Danny finished his drink and walked over, giving you a tight hug as well.

"For real, we're happy for you," he said. "Josh has been carrying a torch for you for a while."

"OKAY, well, we're going to freshen up bye now," Josh pulled you through the kitchen and up the nearest stairwell. It led up to a hallway lined with doors and he led you to the last one.

"It was my turn this time, I get the biggest room," he said. It was massive. Facing the door was a huge, brick fireplace. Across from the fireplace was what looked like the most comfortable bed you've ever seen. Then you noticed the French doors that led to the balcony.

"God, its beautful," you whispered. You had never been in a place so nice before. You crossed the room straight to the doors. You opened them up and the breeze hit your face. The night air was cool, a stark difference from the day time. You could see lights everywhere and tourists walking excitedly down the sidewalks. The steeples of churches in the Holy City were everywhere. You sat down in the nearest rocking chair. Josh sat down in the one beside it.

"Sorry about them," he said again. "Brothers, you know?"

"Oh," you laughed. You honestly expected their reactions. "I don't mind."

Josh didn't respond. You were confused because his expression was odd..melancholy, inquisitive...dark.

"What are you thinking about?" Dread filled your body because you already knew. The air seemed to get colder, the night seemed to get darker, and the only person that mattered at this moment was Josh.

"What do you think those things were?" he asked. You had spent the entire ride home thinking about the creatures. They weren't human, that was for sure, but beyond that, you only had guesses.

"Zombies?" you blurted out, knowing good and damn well they weren't. Josh shook his head. "You and I both know they weren't zombies."

You turned your attention back out to the streets. A ghost tour was walking by. The guide was carrying a lantern at eye level, leading all the tourists to their next spooky destination. You wondered how they would react to the creatures you saw at the old church. You turned again to Josh, who was deep in thought. The silence on the balcony seemed to drown out the people below, as your focus was only on him. You knew what he was going to say next and your heart sank when he finally said those five words.

"I want to go back."

[kenobicoffee]

I’ve officially outlined a very sweet jake fic 🙈 and im hoping to make it gender-neutral too 👀 every other detail is gonna be massively selfish tho ya’ll, this shit is a self insert to the nth degree 😂

[allieisacrybaby]

UGHHHH K THIS WAS SOO GOOD!!!!!!😫

Little Fantasy

Josh Kiszka X Fem Reader

18+ only, minors DNI

Warnings: unprotected sex, public sex, fingering (fem rec), choking, dirty talk, exhibitionism kink, I think that’s it!

This fic is heavily unedited, sorry!

Moodboard by @allieisacrybaby 🖤

You slowly opened your eyes as the sound of soft music pulled you from your slumber. Josh often put on music in the morning when he was home. Turning to his side of the bed you weren't surprised to see it empty. He was probably outside on the balcony meditating or sipping a warm glass of tea. Glancing over to the alarm clock you shoved the book you were currently reading out of the way and saw that it was 8:30. After enjoying the comfort of your bed for a few more minutes you finally mustered the motivation to make your way to the bathroom for a shower.

Turning on the water to heat up you stripped out of your clothes, breathing in the steam that was now quickly filling the room. Almost as soon as you had stepped foot into the shower you heard the bathroom door creak open,

"My love," Josh called out, you could see his blurred form on the other side of the glass door, "Did you have any plans for today?"

You watched him as he talked, he was looking in the mirror, messing with his wild curls, you smiled before you replied,

"I don't, did you have something in mind?" you leaned your head back under the water, letting it warm your body

"I was hoping we could go into the city today, go for brunch, maybe do some window shopping?" he requested.

"Yeah, that sounds perfect actually" He had been gone for the last week or so, spending the day with him sounded amazing.

"Great, I have to go make a quick phone call but I should be done by the time you're ready" He replied and then made his way out of the bathroom.

After showering you wrapped yourself in a towel and brushed your teeth. Opting to let your hair air dry for a few minutes you decided to go see what the weather was like so you could decide what to wear.

You stepped out on the balcony but froze when you realized Josh had taken his phone call out there. You started to shrink back into the house, not wanting to disturb him. He shook his head softly and waved you over with his free hand as he spoke into the phone. You walked over to the chair he was sitting in and when you got close enough his hand landed on the outside of your thigh, thumb moving in slow loving circles,

"Did you need something?" He asked genuinely, holding the phone away from his face as his eyes locked on yours,

"No, sorry, I was just checking the weather so I could choose an outfit" you whispered back,

"Don't apologize," His hand went from your thigh to your hand, bringing it to his lips as he pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles, "Lets see the options" He whispered quickly before replying to whoever was on the phone.

It was a beautiful day outside, warm but with a nice breeze, the perfect combination of sunny and cloudy. You knew in the back of your mind that the weather could change on a dime, but you decided to risk it. Making your way to the closet you located two of your favorite sundresses, which also happened to be 2 of Josh's favorites too. Grabbing both of the hangers you walked back out to the balcony and held both up for Josh to see. Still chatting away on the phone he eyed both of them, tilting his head and biting the inside of his lip as he considered. After a few moments he pointed to the one in your left hand. Nodding with a smile you walked over and kissed his cheek to say thank you.

Hurrying back inside you quickly got ready. You half dried your hair and then put it in a loose braid, pulling out a few pieces to frame your face. Not wanting to spend a lot of time on makeup you decided to go simple, some mascara and lip tint was all you applied. Content with your look you moved to grab the dress Josh had picked. It was a white and yellow dress that had small floral print on it. It had spaghetti straps, a V-neck, and the hem of the skirt landed about mid-thigh. Slipping out of your towel you grabbed a pair of underwear and began putting them on when a knock against the window got your attention.

Huffing a laugh you shook your head when you realized Josh was watching. He wiggled his eyebrows at you as you sauntered over and closed the shades, taking a chance to stick your tongue out at him before you did so. You walked back over to where your dress lay on the bed and put it on. After finding your favorite strappy sandals and putting them on you stood back in front of your dresser and started to put on the little gold hoop earrings you wanted to wear.

"Well that was rude" You heard Josh tease as he walked in the door, tossing his phone to the bed,

"You're lucky I didn't lock the door, creeper" you grinned as he feigned offense, bringing a hand to his chest.

"I was just enjoying the show" He walked up behind you, putting his hands on your hips and watching as you secured the second earring. "You look beautiful" He said as you stood up and turned to face him,

"You always say that" You rolled your eyes as your cheeks turned pink. You had been dating Josh for almost a year, and still his compliments never got old.

"I always mean it" He replied. You knew he meant it, in fact he was the first person you'd ever been with that made you believe he meant what he said. A soft smile appeared on his face as he leaned in to kiss you. He had a habit of sighing through his nose when he kissed you in the morning, like he was glad you were real and not a dream. It never ceased to make your heart melt. The kiss had started innocent, but as your hands moved to his waist and your fingers skimmed the warm skin under his shirt the kiss deepened. Josh's hands that were still planted on your hips had pinned you against the dresser,

"Josh," You pulled away, smiling when he tried to reconnect your lips. You turned your head, giggling when he settled with kissing your neck instead

"Hm?" He hummed,

"We have to leave" You reminded him, "I don't want to miss the brunch menu" His kisses didn't cease. "Josh" You said more firmly this time,

"Fine" He pouted, "It's your fault for wearing that dress"

"Oh it's my fault?" You grabbed your bag and started to walk towards the door, "You're the one who picked the dress"

"That I did," He conceded as he grabbed his keys, "You don't wear it enough"

"Thats because for some reason I never make it out the door once I put it on!" you said playfully as you poked at his side,

"Touche" He laughed, taking your hand as you both walked out to the car.

After enjoying your coveted crepes and sangria at your favorite brunch spot you found yourself walking down the sidewalk with Josh. Hand in hand you chatted as you went into different shops. You were stealthily leading him to one of your favorite stores. You got about a half block away when he suddenly stopped,

"I should have known" He laughed as he started walking again, shooting you a side eye as you tugged him along

"Come on please," you whined "Ten minutes tops"

"Ten minutes my ass" He teased back as he followed you into the massive bookstore. "We'll be in here for hours"

"You're being dramatic, you like books just as much as I do"

"Alright fine, it looks like it's about to rain anyways, might as well be inside"

You were right, he did like books just as much as you did. The difference was Josh always went searching for specific books, you liked to just stumble upon them. This meant you liked to just browse. You just loved bookstores in general, always had. You found them mystical and almost romantic for some reason.

This particular bookstore was 2 stories, and it had lots of isles packed with books. It was an old building with exposed brick, the soft warm lighting made it feel cozy. Just like many other bookstores there was music playing and chairs scattered about for readers to sit and enjoy a book. The second story had these big windows and you could see that it had suddenly grown dark outside and was now raining. You kept Josh close, every time you stopped to browse a shelf or pick up a book you'd maneuver yourself and him so that he was standing behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist or placing his hands on your hips.

"For someone who cut me off earlier you sure are touchy now" He teased, "Whats gotten into you?"

You shrugged coyly as you bent at the waist to grab a book from a lower shelf, consequently nudging your ass against Josh's crotch, your sun dress coming up high enough that his fingertips touched your thighs as he tried to smooth it down,

"Babe" He laughed lowly, glancing around to make sure no one had seen your white cotton panties as he pulled you back to standing. "What are-" He stopped mid sentence as if a lightbulb had gone off in his brain. His gaze traveled your face, taking in your innocent doe eyes as you fluttered your lashes at him,

Taking your hand he suddenly took off walking, rather briskly at that

"Josh, where-"

"I uh, need something over here" He said casually, but you noticed him gripping your hand tighter. Finally he abruptly turned down an isle. Looking at the dusty shelves as he drug you along you noticed what section you were in and started to laugh,

"Used college text bo-" He cut you off, pining you against the shelf with his body as his mouth crashed into yours. He wasted no time, pressing his tongue past your lips. He groaned as you welcomed it by sucking on it lightly, your own tongue moving against it. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you parted your legs just a little to get him even closer. One of his hands was at the nape of your neck, the other had drifted under your dress and was resting on your hip bone,

"Is this what you wanted?" He pulled away to whisper in your ear, nipping at the skin on your neck as his hand traveled closer to your heat, the back of his knuckles skimming down your lower stomach sending a chill over your body, "Almost forgot about this little fantasy of yours"

You searched your own memories, trying to remember when you had even told him about this deep seeded desire to get off in a library or bookstore. You decided it didn't matter when you told him, only that he remembered and it was actually happening, and that thought alone had wetness pooling between your legs.

"Answer me y/n, is this what you wanted?" His hand had moved around to the front of your neck, barely squeezing as he looked at you with dark lust filled eyes,

"Yes," You replied, barely loud enough for him to hear,

"I bet this pink little cunt is just aching isn't it?" his fingers began to rub your clit through the fabric thats already clinging to you. Your mouth falls open and your hips buck forward, silently begging him for more. His cheek is next to yours again, his breath hot and heavy in your ear as he slides your panties to the side and runs his fingers through your slick, "Y/n..." He groans quietly, lips ghosting up your jaw "Sweet girl, you're soaked"

You can hear the effect it's having on him, the strain in his voice as he begins to circle your clit with the pad of his thumb. You are trying your hardest to breathe quietly as he sucks and bites at your neck. You want desperately to look around and make sure no one is coming but with his hand around your throat and his fingers next to your jaw thats not going to happen.

"Gonna slip my fingers in this needy pussy and play with you till you cum" You gasped as he dipped one finger into you, "Finger fuck you right here in the middle of the store until you're dripping down your thighs,"

"Josh" You whimpered softly as he moved his finger in and out, his words swirling in your head and heating your skin

"Shhh" He hushed you by pulling you into another searing kiss,

A sudden loud noise had you jumping out of your skin, gasping as you broke the kiss and held Josh tighter, freezing as if that would hide you if someone was there,

"Jumpy" He huffed a laugh against your shoulder, "It's just thunder baby"

"Fuck" You laughed breathily, looking around to make sure there was no one in sight, your heart was racing at this point

When your eyes landed back on Josh he was smirking at you with half lidded eyes, You felt him remove his finger only to add a second one with it, your head falling back against the shelf

There was another loud crack of thunder and then everything went dark. Josh's movements stalled as you looked at each other, both registering that the power had just gone out. The store had become eerily quiet except for the rain hitting the windows. Then a distant voice spoke from somewhere on the first level,

"The power should come back on shortly, just stay where you are until it does" The store owner spoke,

"Gladly" Josh said more to himself than you, and began pumping his fingers into you faster,

You bit your bottom lip, trying your hardest to stay quiet as your fingers tightened in Josh's soft hair. An expert curl of his fingers had you breaking your reserve, a pathetic moan passing your lips,

Josh's eyes got wide and his hand flew from your neck to cover your mouth,

"You trying to get us caught?" he tilted his head as he zeroed in on your bodies reaction to the question, the way you clenched around his working fingers. He read you like a book, "Oh, you want everyone in here to hear what a little slut you are? Turn that corner and find us with my fingers buried inside you?"

Your breathing was ragged as your legs threatened to give out, the adrenaline and pleasure fogging your brain, you should be ashamed but you're not

"Mmm dirty girl, what a little minx you are" He teased, keeping his eyes on you as he felt you getting closer to your edge. You reached forward, blindly searching for the erection hidden in his pants. Finding it you started to palm him, your eyes rolling back when you realized just how hard he already was, "I know," He rasped into your ear, brows furrowed "I'm so fucking hard y/n, cum so we can get outta here and I can feel you on my cock,"

"Mhm" You mumbled behind his hand, nodding frantically as your orgasm crashed into you. You held on to Josh, barely keeping yourself upright as he worked you through it, his own lips parted as he watched you come undone.

Taking his hand from your mouth he kissed you again, swallowing down the noise of protest you made when his fingers slipped from you, pulling your panties back to their place. You looked at him with a cheeky smile as you smoothed your dress down,

"That was," You started but quickly realized you didn't have the words. Standing in front of you was a man who always made sure you got what you wanted, even if it was something like this.

"Oh, I'm not done with you yet, lets go" He said as he took your hand and started down the stairs. Using his phone light he navigated out of the bookstore and to the front door.

"Josh, it's still pouring rain?" You said with a laugh, "We didn't bring the umbrella"

"The car is just a block away, lets just run for it" he waited for your response with a wild gleam in his eye. He was in a hurry, glancing down you covered your mouth with your hand and tried to stifle your smile when you saw him trying and failing to hide the tent in his pants,

"Alright, one second" You leaned down and took off your sandals, knowing if you tried to run in them you'd fall on your ass. "Ok, I'm ready"

"Yeah?" He asked with a beaming grin, that boyish playfulness making an appearance. You nodded and he opened the door. Hand in hand you both ran down the street. You were both immediately soaked, a shrill noise left you as you made a sharp turn and bolted to the car. You had parked in a lot behind a building, and your car was one of a few other cars there.

"Backseat!" Josh tugged you back to him when you tried to head for the passenger seat,

"What?!" You asked, rain dripping down your face

"Get in the back seat!" He repeated with a laugh as he quickly opened the door. You both climbed in and he shut the door. Locking eyes for a split second you took in each other's drenched appearance, then at the exact same moment you both bubbled with laughter,

"Come here" Josh said as the giggling subsided. He reached for your hand, helping you to straddle his waist as he relaxed back against the seat. He blinked slowly as he looked up to you, "I love your laugh, you know that?"

"Well I'd hope so" you said as you leaned forward, kissing him between words, "You are always making me laugh" He grinned against your lips at that, hands on your hips rocking you against him.

"And I love how adventurous you are" He leaned his head back to the headrest as you reach between the two of you and unbutton his jeans,

"Me? Adventurous?" You teased as you wrapped your hand around his length and freed him from his boxers, tugging his clothes down to his thighs,

"I'd say so" He took in a sharp breath as you let a stream of spit fall from your mouth and land on him, "I just got you off in a bookstore and you're about to fuck me in my car"

"Bold of you to assume I'm going to fuck you" you raised a brow at him blithely as you began to stroke him, thumb brushing over his tip for good measure,

"Oh shut up" He said through a roguish grin, landing a swift smack to your ass before grabbing it and bringing your body closer to his again, "Quit being a tease y/n, sit on my cock and let me hear all those pretty noises you held back inside"

"So bossy Joshua" you scolded lightly as you sunk onto him, lowering yourself to the hilt as a relieved sigh passed his lips. He didn't respond and you realized then that he wasn't even listening, he was too far gone. He released your ass and reached up, taking the neckline of your dress and yanking it down to reveal your bare chest,

"Josh-" You gasped out, shocked by the brashness of the action. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to him. With one hand tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck and the other desperately digging into your back he connected his mouth to the plush skin of your breast, sucking harshly and groaning as you started to roll your hips,

"Move, please move baby" He whined against your skin, moving his mouth to the other side and nipping at the pebbled flesh there. You obliged, using your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself you began bouncing up and down. You'd raise almost all the way off before sinking back down. Your legs were already burning as you fucked him but his breathy moans and the way his stomach quivered just egged you on. "Ju-just like that, fuck" His hand traveled up your back and hooked over your shoulder, he started pulling you down onto him harder, bucking his hips up and meeting your thrusts half way.

"Oh god," You cried out, fingertips digging into Josh's shoulders at this point,

"I know, it's so fucking good" He rasped, chest heaving as his hips started to falter, "So goddamn good baby,"

Your hand abandoned his shoulder and moved to between your thighs, frantically rubbing circles over your clit,

"Shit," He grunted, screwing his eyes shut as if seeing you touch yourself would make him finish before he was ready. The corner of your mouth turned up slightly as you continued. You felt yourself getting close and so did Josh, "Keep going, keep going" He rushed out.

"I-I'm gonna-" You tried to get the words out but failed as your second orgasm took over, you slid your hand down further, scissoring your middle and ring finger on either side of Josh’s cock, feeling him fucking you as you came around him,

His eyes flew open and he moaned as he realized what you were doing. You brought your hand up, spreading your fingers in the air and showing him what you’d gathered as it shimmered between your fingers. He opened his mouth and offered his tongue to you, begging you with his eyes to give him what he wanted. His adam’s apple bobbed as you pressed your fingers into his mouth, his eyes rolling back as he closed his lips around your digits and sucked,

“Come on, cum for me babe” your free hand moved to his throat and a moan that sound more like a whine vibrated against your fingers,

“Mhm, Mhm” he nodded quickly, pulling you down onto him hard, burying himself as deep as he possibly could and grunting as he spilled into you. After he came down you removed your fingers from his mouth, smiling at him lazily as you brushed a soaked curl from his face. A languid smile formed on his lips as well before he spoke,

“You are...everything” he said, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs as you pulled your dress back over your boobs,

“What does that even mean?” You giggled,

“I-I don’t even know how else to say it” he laughed as his forehead fell forward and landed on your shoulder, “You’re just, everything”

You scratched at his scalp and felt your heart swell when his eyes looked up to you,

“You keep doing that and I’m going to fall asleep right here” he warned,

“Wanna go home and stay in bed the rest of the day?” You offered, wiggling your brows

“Sounds good to me,” he sighed contentedly, leaning forward and giving you one last kiss before the both of you settled in your seats and headed home.

[aflame4goinghome]

Part Of The Band

j.t.k x f.reader

part one

a/n: this is my first time writing Jake and I have to admit that it’s been so intimidating. he was the one I was soooo scared to write, since he’s my main lane. I plan to make this into a series, so I really hope you all enjoy it :)

word count: 5k

summary: your best friend asks you to come with her to a concert for a band that you’re unfamiliar with. your decision to go proves to have more repercussions than you thought when you run into the band at your favorite bar after the show. you never would have imagined the pull that you’d feel toward their guitarist, or that you would somehow manage to capture his attention…

warnings: yearning, some cussing, mentions of alcohol, smoking. some parts are slightly sexually implicit, including: light groping, kissing, and some sexual language. minors beware! the next part will definitely contain smut.

You’ve never been one to pass up on a night out, especially if it involves music. Music is something that you actively search for constantly, it defines you. You’d do anything to just be able to listen to live music, to close your eyes and just feel it flow through your body. Since you lack any actual musical talent besides half-decent singing, you just listen to it as much as you can.

So, when your roommate and best friend, Sophie, asked you to come with her to a concert tonight last minute, you could hardly just say no. Did you have a big midterm tomorrow afternoon that you needed to study for? Maybe. But live music always comes first. Sophie was always finding last-minute concerts for you to go to together- it was kind of your thing. This time, however, it was a band you didn’t really know.

You’re pretty sure you’ve heard one of their singles, Heat Above, online somewhere a few times but that was the most knowledge you had of Greta Van Fleet. You don’t know much about their background or their names, just that they make rock music and that’s all you need to be convinced to go. You and Sophie had always found yourselves at the Greek Theatre for just about any kind of concert, so this wasn’t a new thing for you.

The show is meant to start at 7:00 pm, but Sophie is always determined to be as close to the stage as possible, so you’re getting ready in the afternoon to get there around 2:30 or 3 o’clock. In the name of comfortability, you opt to wear ripped black skinny jeans, a white halter top, and your Doc Martens. You keep your hair down, wavy and lying right below your shoulders. You put on some simple makeup, just to cover up any blemishes you might have, do some tight-lined eyeliner, and put on a bit of your favorite silver eyeshadow. You take a deep breath. Okay, you’re ready.

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Sophie calls your Uber over to the Greek and you both arrive there just in time. You see about 50 people there already, so you both know that you’ll have a great spot in the small pit. You guys sit down at the end of the line and make yourselves comfortable to wait in the line for several hours until you’re let into the venue. Late October in LA can be pretty comfortable, today is in the mid-70s, so it isn’t a terrible day to camp out. You and Sophie talk about schoolwork, gossip about your friends, and play various games until it’s suddenly 6 o’clock and it’s time to head into the venue.

The group walks down the steps of the Greek and security has the line start all the way to the left of the pit. You and Sophie end up standing toward the front of the right side of the stage, which you’re perfectly content with. It’s not long before the openers come on- they were all great. The energy in the theatre was amazing and the weather was beautiful, it was like a dream.

Next thing you know, the lights go out and it’s pitch black. The crowd goes wild, screaming for the band to come out. Ominous music starts to play over the speakers and a short video plays on the screens on the sides of the stage. You can tell that the band enjoyed building suspense and it certainly works.

Suddenly, you see a dark silhouette emerge from stage left and appear right in front of your gaze. He’s holding a guitar, stepping up to the front of the stage where you assume his pedals are, and strikes a loud chord, bringing everyone’s attention to him. The lights turn up, with a sole spotlight on him, as he starts to play a dark, hypnotizing melody that almost takes the air out of your lungs. You turn your focus to the drummer and keyboardist entering the stage now, adding to the mix and making the sound grow even larger and darker than before.

The crowd then screams as the singer walks out with an enormous smile on his face. You can immediately tell what fans would love about him, he exudes brightness and kindness from the second you look at him. He begins vocalizing and you’re taken aback by his singing abilities, his voice is truly amazing.

The first verse begins and you decide to turn your attention back to the guitarist. You study the way he moves on stage; how he walks upstage then downstage with this confident strut that you can’t help but feel mesmerized by. You notice a theme of blue in their outfits but are drawn specifically to the design on the guitarist’s suit, covered in stars and astrological symbols of the Taurus, paired with dark boots. It’s honestly beautiful.

As you’re admiring what he’s wearing, you take a moment to truly look at him. He has long brown hair with a slight wave to it, falling an inch or two below his collarbones. His eyebrows are dark and quite thick, knit tightly as he’s concentrating on what he’s playing. His eyes are equally as dark, though it's hard to tell their exact hue from this many feet away.

You catch yourself staring for too long and want to make the effort to shift your eyes elsewhere and as you do, his eyes meet yours. It’s a concert, of course the band is going to make eye contact with their fans, it’s a small pit. But he seems to hold his gaze for several seconds to the point where you think he might actually be looking at you specifically. You give him a shy smile, which he returns, and then moves on with the song.

The rest of the song continues and you think you’re really starting to like Greta Van Fleet, the music is truly fantastic. The singer’s voice is beautiful and like nothing you’ve ever heard before. Suddenly he stops and the guitarist approaches the end of the stage, seemingly for his guitar solo. It’s nothing short of amazing, the way that he plays the guitar is so captivating, it’s like your eyes can’t look away.

You hear the crowd go insane for it, screaming things like “Yeah Jake!” “Do it, Jakey!” “Fuck it up!!” and you’re sure that he’s eating it all up. Jake, you think to yourself. Interesting. It becomes clear that the girls go crazy for him and you know that must give him some sort of complex. He seems so confident and you can’t blame him, with all the praise that he’s receiving- praise that is very well-deserved.

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All of the following songs go the same exact way. You can’t seem to take your eyes off of Jake. You’ve also deeply fallen in love with their music and the love that it emits. You feel very glad about your decision to go to the concert tonight- you can feel that this has changed the course of your life in some way. Throughout the show, you notice that sometimes Jake would catch you watching him, which you didn’t mind. Surely he was used to being watched on stage like that, in amazement and admiration. You truly do admire him and his talent, it’s something very special. All of his riffs are so satisfying to hear and the chords blend so perfectly.

Once the encore ends, the band goes to leave the stage. You watch Jake as he walks toward the end of the stage, which you assume is to hand out his guitar picks before leaving for the night. Much to your surprise, he looks right at you as he leans over and tosses it to you. Your cheeks turn a shade of pink and you look up at him, smiling and thanking him. What a night to remember. You think that this would be it, but you are dead wrong.

You and Sophie turn to exit the pit, which takes some time considering how close you are to the front. You’re eventually able to exit the theatre and wait on the sidewalk for a game plan. “So… you wanna go to the Tavern?” Sophie asks. The Tavern is your go-to bar in Beverly Hills; it has a good atmosphere, great cocktails, and isn’t too far from campus. You and Sophie go there at least once every weekend, they all know your names there. You glare at her with a concerned look, “Soph, I have such a big exam tomorrow, are you serious?” She rolls her eyes, “Come on! Live a little! You’re telling me you don’t wanna at least get a little drunk to take your mind off of it? We just saw an amazing show, let’s go celebrate!”

Sophie always knew how to convince you to do anything, no matter what it was. She knew your weaknesses every time. You groan, “Ugh, fine. But if you have to wake my ass up tomorrow at 2 pm for my exam because I’m too hungover, you'll have no one to blame but yourself.” She smiles wide and says “I know, I know. I’ve already called the Uber to take us there now.” Cheeky girl, she knew she’d convince you.

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It's already midnight by the time you arrive at the Tavern. The last call is always at 1 am so you know that you won't be there too long. You both walk in and find your favorite booth in the back, placing your jackets down before going up to the bar to order your drinks. Sophie orders you both a shot of tequila, then gets herself a margarita. You order a bourbon punch and turn back to take a seat in your booth. You both take your shots when you sit down, then you debrief tonight’s events.

“So, what did you think of the band? Did you like them?” Sophie asks.

“Yeah, it was amazing actually. I don’t know how I hadn’t found them before now. The music that they make is extraordinary,” you reply with a smile. You do have some questions, though. “So what’s their deal? The lore?”

“Oh, well they’re from Michigan. They’re actually brothers, besides the drummer- though they all grew up together. Josh, the singer, and Jake, the guitarist, are twins.” You nod your head. I did think they looked alike, you think to yourself. “Sam is their younger brother, and Danny is his best friend. They’ve been making music for a while but they blew up a lot in like 2019 and then this new album skyrocketed their fame.”

“Well, that doesn’t surprise me. This album is absolutely breathtaking. From what I heard tonight, their music is so mind-blowing. It really took my breath away,” you explain.

“I knew you'd love it. I’m so glad that you’re into them now. Especially Jake, it seemed,” she smirked.

You reach over to smack her on the arm and exclaim, “Sophie! That’s crazy! I don’t know where you got that idea! I was not into him.” The blush that’s made its way to your face tells a different story, however.

“You so were! You couldn’t take your eyes off of him that entire show, I watched you. I think he might’ve been looking at you too, you know,” she jests. Just the thought that Jake might have been actually interested in you made your stomach turn. You shake your head.

“No, Soph. There’s no way. Sure, we might have locked eyes once or twice, but there were thousands of people there. I’m sure he looks at all of his fans like that…” you trail off, wanting to shut this conversation down as soon as possible to save yourself from any further embarrassment. You pick up your glass, which is half empty, then chug the whole thing. “Oh, look at that, my drink is gone. I’m gonna go get another, I’ll be back.” You smirk at her, successfully avoiding the conversation for now, and then get up from your seat to walk back to the bar.

As you approach the bar, there’s a group of men leaning against it, ordering drinks. You go to stand on the right of them to wait your turn and the man next to you senses your presence and turns to look at you. As he turns in your direction, you see the long chestnut hair and are met with dark chocolate eyes. You’re immediately hit with the realization: Oh my god. It’s Jake.

He looks at you and offers a soft smile as a greeting. “Hi…” you manage to let out, looking up at him. “Hey,” he replies. You glance behind him and see the rest of the band. Oh my GOD. Greta Van Fleet is at my bar. You just stand there leaning against the bar for a moment looking at him, unsure of what to say next. You find yourself looking him up and down, analyzing what he’s wearing off the stage.

He has on a different pair of boots now, a light brown color. He's wearing some tattered blue jeans and a navy blue, long-sleeved button-up shirt, of which the top four buttons are undone, leaving his upper chest partially exposed. The lighting in the Tavern reflects off of it in such a mesmerizing way. You realize that you’ve been staring for far too long and go to say something, but luckily he beats you to it.

“Were you at our show tonight? I think I remember your face…” Jake says, looking into your eyes as though he’s piercing right into your soul, studying you. You feel stuck, though you’re not sure why. Up until today, you weren’t a fan of theirs and you wouldn’t have thought anything about this interaction at all whatsoever. So why were you so flustered? You finally work up the courage to answer.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I was there. It was… spectacular,” you say with a shy smile, finally meeting his gaze. He smiles back at you when your attention is suddenly pulled away by the sound of a loud voice coming from behind him.

“You really liked it? I’m so glad. I get so in my head sometimes, y’know, I was so nervous. So it’s lovely to hear that I didn’t totally crash and burn.” The man that you now understand to be Jake’s curly-headed twin reaches over the bar past Jake and extends his hand out to you. “I’m Josh, by the way,” he adds with a wide smile. You reach your hand out to shake his, in total shock that this is actually happening.

“Hi, Josh. I’m Y/N, which I was just about to tell your brother here…” you joke, making him realize that he’d accidentally interrupted something. He makes an “oh that’s awkward” kind of face and pulls at his collar, causing you to laugh. Jake watches as you interact with his twin with a look on his face that you can’t quite place. Like he’s trying to figure you out.

“Sorry about him, Y/N, sometimes he just speaks first and then thinks after,” you hear from further down the bar. You look up to see that voice coming from Sam next to him, who gets a shove from his older brother and erupts into contagious laughter. You watch Danny shake his head, chuckling, and you laugh along with them. Jake looks over at you, smiling. You smile back at him and he speaks up, drawing your attention back to him and him alone.

“What are you drinking, Y/N?” he asks. “Oh, um, a bourbon punch,” you answer. “Another bourbon punch for this lovely lady here, please,” he says to the bartender, “You can put it on my tab.” You look at him in shock and try to protest but he sees it coming, saying “No, I insist. As a thank you, for your support and for making my brother happy for a moment there with your compliment- he’s easy to please.”

He leans one arm onto the counter and smirks at you as the bartender places your drink down in front of you. “Cheers, sweetheart,” Jake says, raising his glass to yours. You glance down at the glass to see what he’s drinking, which seems to be whisky, neat. It suits him. You smile at him and say “Cheers” and take a sip of your fresh drink. His eyes are looking into yours so intently that it almost feels like they’re burning into you. Something about him is so intriguing yet slightly intimidating that you want to learn more.

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“Are you here alone?” he asks. “Oh, no, I’m here with a friend. She’s back there at our table.” Jake looks behind you to see Sophie, who has been intently watching this entire interaction unfold. He smiles and gives her a little wave to come over, so she stands up and comes up to the bar. “Would you both like to join us for a round? We have a larger booth upstairs with a few of our friends.” His eyes look down at you for an answer, waiting and hoping for a yes. Before you can answer, Sophie chimes in to answer for you, “We’d love to!” she says, elbowing your side to encourage you to agree and you nod along. “Yeah, sure, we can stay for a bit longer,” you reply, looking up at Jake, who seems satisfied with that answer.

The rest of the guys get their drinks and you follow them up the winding staircase to the large booth that they reserved. When you arrive at the table, you see a few other people waiting there whom you assume to be part of their management, security, and some personal friends. Danny and Sam slide in first to the left to join their friends and Josh goes for an open spot on the right side. Jake extends his hand out, offering for you to take a seat between them, and then slides in on the left next to you. Sophie opts to sit next to Sam on the end, across from you.

You both introduce yourselves to the rest of the group. Their friends seem unsurprised that they managed to make friends in the short time they’ve been in the bar. From the few minutes you’ve spent with them, you can tell that their social and charismatic tendencies would likely often lead to new friendships everywhere they go. It’s something you’re starting to admire about them.

As you’re getting to know the group, it’s impossible not to notice Jake’s eyes on you. He’s studying you as you speak, watching the way your lips move and admiring you. It’s difficult to ignore, though you try your best to. He starts speaking and you turn your head to look at him, taking the time to look him over as well. You look at his eyes, mostly, a mesmerizing dark chocolate color that turns into amber when the light touches them. His nose is straight and pointed, his lips look soft and full.

He catches you staring at him, just for a moment, and uses the opportunity to place his right hand on your knee, exposed by the large rips in your jeans, rubbing small circles on top of it. It makes you jump a little at first touch, startled by his actions. You couldn’t believe this was real life. You look up at him and you both lock eyes. It falls silent for a moment and Josh starts a conversation with Daniel across the table, everyone else engaging and chiming in. Jake takes this opportunity to lean into your ear a bit to talk to you on his own, which he’s been dying to do.

“I know you were watching me earlier, at the show…” he whispers in your ear, loud enough only for you to hear. Your heart nearly stops, but he continues. “It’s okay, you know, I don’t mind it. If anything, I kind of liked it,” he says, his breath feeling hot on your skin. “Maybe I was,” you answer shyly, turning your face toward him a bit so that he can hear you more clearly. Your eyes meet and you watch as his eyes quickly dart to your lips, then back up to look at you once more.

“I was watching you too,” he says, sliding his hand a bit higher above your knee, resting on your inner thigh, slightly gripping it. “Watching you study me… and how my fingers worshipped the strings…” he continues, leaning closer to your ear, his lips grazing lightly over it. Shivers run down your back and continue down toward your core, causing you to silently yearn for more. You inhale deeply, then ask “And what did you think about that, Jake?” saying his name in a honeyed tone, causing him to squeeze your thigh and look deep into your eyes, piercing through them. You knew exactly what he was thinking, but you wanted to hear him say it. You wanted to be absolutely sure that what you thought was about to happen was actually happening.

“Do you wanna go outside for a smoke, Y/N?” Jake asks, slightly loud enough so that the others can hear. Sophie looks at you, smirking; she clearly can tell exactly what’s going on. She nods at you, encouraging you to go. “Uh, yeah Jake, sure,” you mutter, a bit awkwardly. You weren’t expecting him to try and get you alone, you had felt all this time that he was just playing with you. It’s clear now, though, that this was not a game.

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He stands up from the booth and offers his hand to help you up as well. Despite the dark aura that surrounds him, he still appears to be quite the gentleman. You stand up from the booth, shoot Sophie a nervous look, and then turn around to head back down the stairs. Jake follows closely behind you.

You get to the bottom of the stairs and head to the back of the Tavern to go out the back door, to the smoking area. It’s an outdoor patio behind the bar, illuminated with low-lit string lights and decorated with some picnic tables with a few ashtrays. You exit through the door and turn around to face him as the door closes silently behind him. His eyes are darker now, piercing into you as he approaches you. You back up slowly until the backs of your legs hit one of the tables and then sit on the edge of it while Jake takes out a pack of Marlboro Reds and a black lighter from his back pocket.

He pulls a cigarette out of the pack, places it between his lips, and then brings the lighter up to light it. He takes a long drag out of it and blows it to the side, avoiding blowing any smoke in your face, then steps closer to you until he’s standing between your legs, only inches away from you. He puts the cigarette down to sit on the ashtray for a moment and he finally speaks.

“Y/N/ I can’t seem to stop thinking about you. You’ve captivated me from the second the lights turned up on that stage tonight. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you…” he says, bringing his hand up to your cheek and running his thumb along your cheek. He’s watching your eyes, how they look up at him with anticipation, waiting for him. He can feel the power that he has over you.

“I can’t stop thinking about you either… Seeing you for the first time on stage tonight has caused you to completely take over my thoughts ever since. No matter how hard I tried to watch the others, my eyes kept getting drawn right back to you. It was like I couldn’t control it,” you say, glancing down at his lips and then back to his eyes longingly. “I don’t feel like I can control myself around you, baby… I’m being tempted to throw out all of my rules for you,” Jake says in a low whisper, bringing his face closer to yours.

Your eyes look up at his, pleading. He can’t hold himself back anymore, finally closing the gap between you. He kisses you so deeply that it takes the air out of your lungs. He leans into you and his hand that was once on your cheek grasps the back of your neck tightly, causing you to let out a quiet whimper. Just the sound of it lights a fire within him, he takes his other hand to hold your hip in place and groans into your mouth. You place your hands around his neck and pull him closer to you, your bodies now flush together.

Jake pulls away, his face still only a few inches from yours, and tries to catch his breath. His left hand squeezes your hip as the other leaves your neck in order to reach behind you to grab his cigarette, still lit. He takes a drag from it blowing it to the side, but keeps his eyes locked on yours and watches as you stare at his lips when he blows the smoke out. He takes note of your interest in the way he’s blowing the smoke and says, “Open your mouth.”

You immediately obey, knowing you’d do anything he asks you to, and open your mouth. He takes another drag of the cigarette and kisses you again, blowing the smoke into your mouth and you breathe it in as you lean into the kiss. This elicits another moan from him, clearly turned on by the act. He leans into you harder and bucks his hips into you slightly, trying to release some tension. You moan quietly into his mouth at the sensation, your desire starting to pulsate between your legs.

His lips leave your mouth and place kisses along your jaw then down your neck, causing you to let out a small sigh. “You don’t even know what you do to me, sweetheart,” Jake mutters against your skin. He brings his mouth back to yours and kisses you once more, but you pull yourself away.

“Jake… I want this. I want you, but… not now.” He looks disappointed by your words but backs away slightly, sliding both of his hands down to your waist. “I’m sorry, I just- I have this big exam tomorrow and I’ve already stayed out so much later than I ever even intended to. I have to go home.”

He nods his head in understanding, then it seems like a lightbulb lights up in his head. He smiles and says, “Come to the show tomorrow night, then. Please… I need to see you again. I want to see you front and center when I play.” You’re taken aback completely at his kind offer. You know you need to see him again too, and you’d like nothing more than to watch them perform again. You nod your head, “Oh, Jake. I would love to go. That’s so sweet,” you say, smiling bashfully. Jake’s face lights up at your answer, “It’s gonna be a great show, baby. You won’t regret it. I’ll have Jenn email you the tickets as soon as we get back to our hotel, one for Sophie too.” You thank him and place a soft peck on his cheek, causing a hue of pink to form there. You both go back inside and return to your friends upstairs.

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“Soph, you ready to go home?” you ask her. “I really gotta get up for this midterm tomorrow,” you explain to the others, who all nod and wish you luck. Sophie nods and says goodnight to everyone. Jake offers to walk you both out to the bus stop to wait for the bus to take you back to your apartment. Sophie goes to sit on the bench as you wait a bit behind with Jake.

He places a soft goodnight kiss on your lips and you hum into it and smile as he brings his hand up to cup your cheek. “Here, let me see your phone,” he says, taking it and typing in his phone number, putting his contact name as “Sir Jacob ⚔️”, which makes you giggle. “Text me when you make it home safe, sweetheart. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says with a smirk. “See you tomorrow, Jake,” you reply as he turns back to the front door of the Tavern. He turns back around and gives you a soft smile, and you wave goodbye before he goes back inside.

You turn around and sit down on the bench next to Sophie, who finally wants to know all of the details. The bus arrives and you fill her in on everything on the ride home, causing her to laugh and scream in excitement, much to the dismay of the other exhausted people who are on the city bus at one o’clock in the morning. You tell her that he’s sending you tickets for both of you to go to the next show tomorrow night and that he’s asking security to put you in the front row, which she is so psyched about.

You both finally arrive home and you take your makeup off, put some comfier clothes on, and collapse into bed. What a night, you think to yourself. It was nothing like you ever could have imagined. You turn over and plug your phone in, then open up the messages app and type in “Sir Jacob ⚔️”.

You: home safe <3

Sir Jacob ⚔️: Good. Sweet dreams, beautiful.

You: goodnight, jake

You place your phone down on your bedside table and flop down on your back, letting out a long sigh. You think about your exam tomorrow and the excitement that will come thereafter. You wonder where tomorrow night will lead you as you close your eyes and try to fall asleep. God, what have I gotten myself into?

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part two

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☼ Fluff

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Covet (wip) ☽☆☼

(roommates + enemies to lovers)

Life was good. No, life was great. Was. Until. Jake Kiszka crashed into the picture. You welcomed him into your life—your home. Yes, he was your best friend’s twin. But, he was also the one who would end up disrupting your whole world with his attitude, his troubles, and the annoyingly natural way he lured you in. Jake Kiszka came with so much you really didn’t want. At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself.

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Something ☆ (one-shot)

On a rainy day, Jake's Les Paul gives you an idea.

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Bloodstream (wip) ☽☆☼

(vampire!Jake x witch!f!reader)

Folklore. Stories passed down through generations. Imaginations run rampant with their tales of sorcery and the supernatural.  But for Tommie, it was different. Somehow it was more. She had become transfixed by a local legend — one that told of an unlawful love affair between a witch and a vampire. To Tommie, it was an alluring tapestry woven with threads of forbidden love and timeless secrets.  Yet something about it felt strangely familiar to her—but why?  It was only a story…wasn’t it?

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There’ll Never Be (Another You) (two-shot) ☽☆☼

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(high school sweethearts + exes/enemies-to-lovers)

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Distorted Hues ☽ (drabble)

Sometimes, you have to do a lot to try to get to the top. But things go downhill quickly when you try to explain to Danny why you do the things you do to get there. You had good reason for what you did, he just refused to understand.

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Pairing: Danny Wagner x female reader

Summary: A performance doesn't go quite as planned, leaving Danny rather pissed off

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: ☆ smut- NSFW, 18+ content, Minors DNI

The door to the green room slammed open, jolting you out of your trance. You had been watching the performance on the screen attached to the wall, absolutely captivated. You turned to see Josh walk in first, his face twisted up. Your bright smile dropped instantly as you strided over to him. He was off-balance and slightly wobbly, so you took a hold of his shoulders to steady him. 

“What’s wrong? Josh, talk to me,” you said, worry etched on your face. His hand lifted to his ear, bumping the in-ear monitors that were draped from his shoulders. You quickly removed them, turning to set them on the side table beside you. Josh’s eyes were starting to fill with tears as he pushed gently past you to take a seat on the couch. 

You were worried- was he hurt? Upset? Exhausted? Moved beyond words? Jake came trailing in behind him and gave you a glance as he removed his jacket, draping it over the back of the couch. Jake took a seat next to Josh and pulled him into his side protectively. You let them have their moment as you turned to look down the hall for the other two band members. 

You could feel Danny’s energy before you saw him. He strode down the hall, pulling at the cape attached to his shirt. “Motherfuckers,” Danny spat as he entered the room. Josh and Jake looked up at him, Josh taking in a deep, rattling breath. Danny was still wrestling with his shirt, so you laid a gentle hand on his back before helping him tug the fabric over his head. He slung it onto the floor, striding over to kneel in front of Josh.

“Josh, you were perfect. Fuck those schmoozers out there, we don’t need their dead energy anyways,” Danny said as he rested a hand on Josh’s knee. Jake was scrolling through his phone, still resting a protective arm around Josh’s shoulders. Danny straightened. “What’s the verdict online, Jake? Do we even want to know?” Jake shook his head, setting his phone down on the side table with a clatter. 

“Do I need to wrangle Samuel or is he coming?” you asked, hoping to break the tension. Danny turned to face you, relaxing for a moment as he caught your eye, although it was a short-lived reprieve. “No, he wanted to watch Jimmy Kimmel talk about whatever. What even was that comment? He compared us to…” he paused, not remembering but clearly irritated by it. “Siegfried and Roy,” you said quietly. “Who the fuck even is that?” Josh asked quietly, still seemingly a million miles away. “A couple of magicians,” you added, hoping they didn’t delve into that more. “Tacky magicians with tacky clothes,” Danny said, “I told them I shouldn’t have worn this bullshit. It wasn’t right for this,” he said, gesturing to the metallic pants he had on. 

You walked over to Danny, placing a hand on his bare shoulder. He took a deep breath before turning to face you, “What did you think? And be honest. Speak from a music lover’s point of view, not my girlfriend’s.” You were stunned- you were still getting used to being referred to as his girlfriend, especially in front of other people. Danny had always been more private, and even though you’d been dating for nearly four months, this was your first time at one of Greta Van Fleet’s performances. The fandom was still in the dark, and you both hoped to keep it that way for as long as possible. 

“I thought it was good. The crowd didn’t give y’all anything to work with. The sound was good though, the song choices were good,” you said, giving an honest opinion. “Josh, I know you don’t feel great and you were nervous, but you sounded crystal clear. The lower register really worked too. It was intimate and moving,” you added, giving him a short smile. 

Josh looked up at you, his face still showing his disappointment “I didn’t even give out my roses. I didn’t think anyone would want them.” This shattered your heart- such a sweet man who didn’t deserve to think such venomous thoughts. “That’s not true Josh- there were a TON of people who were screaming and cheering for y’all. I saw them! They were on the livestream!” you countered. “I saw them. It was hard to look past the front few rows though,” Josh replied. 

Sam walked into the room, “well! That was fun!” Danny turned to give him an icy stare, “you’re joking, right? That was a shit show. The crowd was dead.” Sam stopped, acknowledging the mood in the room for a second before continuing, “who cares? Did you guys see Jimmy Kimmel hug me? He’s got some zingers tonight.”

Danny turned sharply, moving to the other side of the room to rummage through his clothes. He kicked his metallic boots off and began ripping his pants down his legs. You sucked in a sharp breath- even when he was angry and moving hastily, you couldn’t help but admire him. 

“Y/n, can you help me find my shirt please?” Danny said, starting to pull on his jeans. You moved to his side, rummaging through the mess and producing his t-shirt, watching as he hastily put it on. You picked up the pieces of clothes he had thrown onto the floor, placing them back on hangers as he sat to pull his shoes on, lacing them quickly. The other three watched him, gazing from Danny back to you, unsure of what to say. 

You’d only seen Danny this mad once since you’d started dating- his usually quiet and laid back personality had been replaced with pure masculine rage. The group had been hanging out at a bar in a small town outside of Nashville. It was where the band went when they wanted to let loose, but not get noticed. You had been enjoying the evening and had gone up to the bar to order another round when a man approached you, slipping his hand down your shoulder before grabbing your ass. “I think not,” you said, giving him a hard shove. He stumbled back and you had grabbed your drinks when you suddenly felt Danny pressed up next to you. He towered over you and the creep, his voice growling slightly when he spoke. “Back off,” was all it took to send the slimeball scurrying. You watched the darkness and sharp edge in his eyes leave as he turned to face you, checking to make sure you were okay. 

You were brought back to the present when Danny stood up, taking your hand firmly, but not aggressively. “We are leaving,” he said, reaching to hand you your water bottle off of the counter behind you and slinging your purse and his book bag over his shoulder. “Danny, you guys can’t go yet, we need to be here for…” Jake started, looking from you to him nervously. “You guys can handle it. I’m over this,” Danny said, walking forward, pulling you behind him. “We will see you back at the hotel.”

“Fine, go fuck your rage out. Just don’t take it out too much on poor y/n,” Sam said sharply, clearly testing Danny. Danny turned and jabbed a finger into Sam’s bare chest, “shut your mouth Kiszka. Don’t push me more than you have today.” Sam stepped back, raising his hands in defeat. Danny pulled you behind him out the door and down the back hall.

“Ow, Danny, please slow down for a second,” you said, tripping over your feet as he borderline dragged you behind him. He paused and you took the moment to catch up, walking in front of him and turning to face him. “Just take a second with me. Are you sure you want to leave?” He paused, listening to you. “I love you so much, and you know that, but I really need you to back me up right now and get out of here with me,” he said. You nodded and you both started walking to the back entrance. You stopped again and Danny let out a breath, “what?” You hesitated, not wanting to push him more. “I just… there may be paparazzi or fans? They may see us leave together,” you pointed out. Danny contemplated this before continuing, “who cares. They see me leave pissed off with my hot girlfriend? There are worse things that could happen.” You nodded and you both continued weaving your way out of the venue. 

You made your way to the rental, both of you moving quickly so as not to be spotted by any bystanders. “Should I drive?” you asked. “I’m fine to drive,” he said, reaching out to start the car, “besides, are you really that good at driving stick?” You laughed, “better than you think.” He gave you a smirk as he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye and he put it into first. 

You watched him drive, effortlessly shifting gears. You admit- it was hot. The rage still etched on his face, the eyeliner from the performance slightly smudged, the way his hands curved over the gear shift and flipped it back and over as he drove down the streets of LA. He caught you staring at him, “what?” he asked, a bite in his tone. You pointed to a parking garage ahead on the right, “pull over.” He shook his head. “Danny,” you said, raising your voice slightly, “I said pull over.” He listened, following your instructions and parking in a back corner. “What?” he spat, pulling up the handbrake and turning in his seat to face you. “Fuck me. Right now,” you said, unbuckling your seatbelt.

He paused, his rational side taking over for a moment. “I’m too pissed off right now, I’m not myself,” he said, giving you a taste of his signature sweetness. You didn’t need that at the moment, as endearing as it was. “Daniel Wagner, I told you to fuck me and I mean it,” you said, reaching over to grab his face. That was all it took for him to lean in and kiss you hard, wrestling with his seatbelt. He grabbed you and pulled you over the console, positioning you in his lap. His hands wrapped around your shoulders, squeezing hard. You gasped, pushing the curls back from his face as you kissed him back. 

Both of you stayed like this for a minute, teeth and tongues thrashing as you both fought for dominance. You started to grind your hips on him and he groaned, flopping his head back into the headrest. You took the opportunity to lick along his throat, sucking on his Adam's apple. He reached up and wound his hands in your hair, forcing your head back. You let out a laugh as he bit along your jaw, leaving soft imprints in your flesh. 

You struggled to focus and complete the task of unbuttoning his pants with the adrenaline and lust coursing through your body. He reached to help, his large hands easily popping the fabric from around the button and wrestling the zipper down. You lifted yourself up as he pushed his pants down. His hand brushed against your soaking wet panties as he moved his hand back towards him. You shivered at the contact and he noticed. 

“Thank fuck for skirts and easy access,” he grumbled, sliding the waistband of your skirt up. He gripped you tightly, his thumbs digging into the divots on your hips. You knew he’d probably leave bruises, but you didn’t care. You reached down to pull his underwear down, your mouth watering at the sight of his cock, already leaking precum against his exposed stomach. You leaned forward as he slid his underwear down to his knees, waiting for him to lean back before you made deep eye contact. You searched his eyes for a moment before opening your mouth slightly, letting a trail of spit splatter onto his cock. He groaned and his pupils dilated at the sight. How you loved being a slut for this man.

You jerked him, starting slowly but quickening your pace. He pushed his left hand against the wet fabric clinging to your core. He stroked you through the cotton barrier, feeling your wetness on his middle finger as he played with you. He finally slid your panties to the side, circling your clit with his middle and ring fingers. You hissed, pressing down into his hand. “Impatient,” he whispered against your hair, sending shivers down your spine. 

“You ready for me?” he asked, taking his cock from you and pushing it forward, angled towards you. You nodded. “Words,” he spat. “Yes sir,” you replied. He grabbed your face, pressing his fingers into your jaw, forcing your mouth open. You complied and he spit into your mouth. You jolted at the feeling- it was a primal, filthy move. He’d never done this before, but it lit a fire in your body. “Fuck me right now,” you said breathlessly before you swallowed. 

Danny complied, pushing into you hard and deep. You both leaned back and moaned, enjoying the feeling of finally being connected. He wrapped his arms around your waist, helping you bounce on his cock at a quick pace. You moaned his name and he dropped his hands back to your hips, using them as leverage as he fucked you. Arching your back, you reached to grip the steering wheel behind you, needing something to hold tight to. You and Danny had fucked before but this was new- animalistic, raw, pure emotion and rage.

“Are you…” you started through gritted teeth as he fucked you deeper, “still pissed?” He let out a growl from deep in his chest, reaching up to wrap his hand around your throat. “Very,” was all he replied before squeezing tightly, disrupting the blood flow of your jugular veins. You gasped, your head suddenly going fuzzy as you struggled to stay coherent with the lack of oxygen reaching your brain. You tapped his shoulder and he instantly let go, searching your face for a reaction. “You like when I choke you?” he asked with a smirk. “Oh, fuck yes,” was all you could get out before you were overtaken by an orgasm, the sudden rush of blood to your head allowing you an almost instant release as he continued to thrust into you, grinding his pelvis on your clit. 

You choked back a sob as you returned back to the present, reaching forward to grasp at Danny’s shirt. You had never cum harder than you just had. Something about this sex was so different, so hot. He leaned forward, pressing his mouth to your ear, “you came so good baby,” he whispered before he sat back, “now it’s my turn.” You bounced on his cock hard, grinding your hips each time you landed as Danny buried his hands in your hips, guiding you. 

Danny started to get sloppy, a sure sign he was close. “Cum for me, cum so deep inside me,” you said in a hoarse whisper. That was all it took and he threw his head back, groaning as you felt him cum hard inside you. You watched him in awe- the same faces you saw on stage as he performed were, in fact, the ones he made when he came. You giggled at the sight and he snapped back to reality, bringing his face forward and catching your eyes. “What?” he said in a soft voice, “what’s so funny?” You were laughing deep belly laughs now. “Your performance face is the same,” you said through giggles. It took him a minute to put the pieces together before he chuckled. He thrust once more inside you and you gasped, your laughter stopping instantly. “Rich of you to laugh when I’m still inside of you,” he said, raising an eyebrow. 

You sat like that for a moment, just being together. The tenseness in his body had left and his face reflected the relaxed, carefree and calm person he typically was. Finally, Danny spoke. “I hope we have napkins or something in here. This IS a rental after all,” he said, giving you a shy smile. You both laughed and you dug into your purse, producing a pack of kleenex. He took them from you, “allow me,” he said, removing one and holding it under you as you slowly lifted yourself up. He hissed, but finished the task of wiping you clean. 

You pulled your panties back over and struggled to move back over the console. Danny turned and lifted you under the armpits, helping you move back into your seat. “Legs not working?” he asked as he wiped himself off, leaning forward to pull his pants back up. You watched him slide the zipper up and pull the cloth over the button, his fingers working nimbly. He glanced up at you, watching you watch him. “Please tell me you’re not ready for another round yet. I need something to eat first,” he said with a chuckle. You bit your lip, sitting back in your seat. “Depends. Are you still angry?” you asked, shamelessly flirting. “I definitely feel better,” he said, turning to buckle his seatbelt. He reached his hand out and gave your thigh a squeeze. “I think I should get pissed off more often,” he said, giving you his signature eyebrow wiggle. “I agree,” you said as he pushed the gear shift over and back into reverse, pulling out of the spot.

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Redamancy ⁂ - Sam x Reader have been friends for so long but have never admitted their feelings towards one another. Lots of pining. (One Shot)

Playmaker ☠ - Sam x Reader (Hockey AU) After winning a playoff game, Sam decides to take you out for drinks and that leads to a fun night. (One Shot)

Succulent ☠️ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) take a little trip to Vermont for Valentine’s Day where Sam cooks up a nice dinner with a great idea for dessert. (One Shot)

Sparrow Of The Dawn ⁂ ☠ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) - Temporarily On Hiatus Sam unfortunately finds himself in not so meet cute with Willa. Hopeful that he doesn't cross her path again; the world works in mysterious ways and not always in your favor. |Enemies to Lovers | Forced Proximity | Workplace Romance | Multi Chapter Series|

Cloak and Dagger ☠ - Josh x reader attend a halloween party but have to leave early because they can't wait any longer to devour each other. (One Shot)

Satiate ☠ - Josh x Quinn (Non Binary OC) - Quinn is sweet enough to make breakfast in bed, but also has a devious little plan for their favorite person. (One Shot)

Amongst The Stars ⁂ ☠ - Josh x Quinn (Non Binary OC) Josh has always loved love, and he's finally found it. Buuuut, he can't exactly tell anyone. Join him as he navigates the ins and outs of his sweet, secret romance. (Multi Chapter Series - WIP)

Your Bones ⁂ - Daniel x Reader spend a cozy rainy afternoon together. (One Shot)

Saccharine ⁂ ☠ - Daniel x Melody (Fem OC) spend a sweet Valentine's Day making cinnamon rolls together and then have a cozy evening away. (One Shot)

Come Back For Me ⁂ ☠ - Daniel x Melody (Fem OC) They were best friends and did everything together, until the decision of college came around. Now, six years later, Melody rolls back into town, with a small surprise, giving Daniel the shock of a lifetime. (Multi Chapter Series) - TBA

Slapshot ☠ - Jake x Reader (Hockey AU) After watching how well he played, you can't keep your hands to yourself on the way home. But he has just the way to help take care of that. (One Shot)

Oh Darling ☠ - Jake x Reader (Vampire AU) Jake has never been known for anything more than a one night stand but can you change his mind? (One Shot) Siren ⁂ ☠️ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) get stuck at the bar on Valentine’s Day, but Jake makes sure to make it up to her after the bar closes. (One Shot)

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

For Death Or Glory ⁂ ☠️ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) The story of how they came to be | Jake has always been a hopeless romantic, heavy on the hopeless. He's gone out with plenty of girls, but they never last. Tired of being told he's "too sweet", he tapped out on dating once he bought the bar. Just waiting for the right one to walk into the bar and steal his heart | Workplace Romance | Friends With Benefits to Lovers | He Falls First (Multi Chapter Series - WIP)

A 4 Book interconnected series about the boys living in a small town in New England. Where they find love in the most unexpected ways. The bar was Jake’s dream, but somehow is helping everybody else’s dreams come true as well. Rom-Com • Enemies To Lovers • Love At First Sight • Rekindled High School Sweethearts • Workplace Romance • AU - Boys x OCs

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Currently posting;

Sparrow of the Dawn - Temporary Hiatus

For Death or Glory - Thursdays!

(The Caravel Tavern Series AU)

Sam - Dueling Cameras ⁂ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) decide to make getting pumpkins into a little competition (per usual) (One Shot)

Josh - Chiaroscuro ⁂ - Josh x Quinn (Enby OC) attend a local film festival where Josh gets to present a short film he's directed. (One Shot)

Danny - Spooks & Cider ⁂ - Daniel x Melody (Fem OC) Back in high school, go to a Fall Festival where Melody faces her fear of the Haunted House. (One Shot)

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

(The Caravel Tavern Series AU)

Sam - Be Naughty, Save Santa The Trip ☠ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) Sam runs late after a shoot and Willa leaves him a little surprise for when he gets back home to her. (One Shot)

Josh - Merry Everything & A Happy Always ⁂ - Josh x Quinn (Enby OC) have always had the tradition of baking cookies together, but Josh sets up a scavenger hunt for Quinn to bake some this time for a very special reason. (One Shot)

Danny - It's The Most Wonderful Time of Year ⁂ - Daniel x Melody (Fem OC) took on hosting Christmas dinner with everybody but unfortunately for Daniel, nothing is going smoothly. (One Shot)

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

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smut~ ★ fluff~ ❥ series~ ❀

Josh Kiszka:

★ ❥ Ceilings

❀★❥ Endless Summer (completed!)

★ ❥ White Roses

❀★❥ You’re The One (coming soon…)

Danny Wagner:

❥ Harvest Moon

★ ❥ Cool to The Touch

★Drummer Boy (coming soon…)

Jake Kiszka:

★ ❥ Deja Vu

❀★❥ Behind Closed Doors (completed!)

★ ❥ Groupie Love

★ ❥ Promises (coming soon...)

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★ Mirrors and Reflections

★ ❥ Teacher’s Pet

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Josh Kiszka:

★ ❥ The Great Outdoors - @indigostreaksammy

❀★❥ Uncharted Territory - @ficthots

★ ❥ Feather Light - @tripthelightfandomtastic

Jake Kiszka:

★ Blurred Lines - @gretavanlace

★ Roommates - @daisyful-gvf

★ ❥ The Weight - @sunflower-gvf-fanfics

❥ Amongst the Stars - @samkiszkasfacialhair

Sam Kiszka:

★ Birthday Boy - @vapelordjoshy

❀★❥ Pink Lemonade - @garbagevanfleet

Danny Wagner:

★ ❥ Dirty Laundry - @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine

★ ❥ Drunken Secrets - @ageofbarbarians

★ Brat - @sunshinevanfleet

★ ❥ Bugs, Bears, and a Thunderstorm - @builtbybrokenbells

★ The Hot Seat - @streamsofstardust

★ ❥ August - @ficthots

★ ❥ Hush - @gretavanfreaky

Greta Van Fleet:

❀★❥Sinners and Saints - @basiccortez

[britney-gvf]

Troubled Mind: Part Two

Josh Kiszka x fem reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, suspense, mild horror

Synopsis: You and Josh like to explore abandoned buildings during breaks in the tour but when you explore a small church in the South Carolina lowcountry, you get way more than you bargained for.

A/N: I’m so sorry this is so late getting out. Had a lot of family things to deal with. Time between parts will be shorter from now on :)

Troubled Mind: Part Two

"I want to go back."

Dumbfounded, you turned to face Josh. He was deliberately avoiding eye contact, paying particularly close attention to his left shoe lace. Silence fell upon the balcony, only broken by drunken tourists on the street below. Finally, after an agonizing long time, you heaved an exasperated sigh, then spoke.

"Are you serious? You really want to go back?" He was dead set on this. He wouldn't have said it if he didn't absolutely mean it and you knew that all too well. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you also desperately wanted to find out what those creatures were and why they were there. However, going back meant facing them again and you weren't entirely sure you would make it out alive.

He turned his attention away from his shoe, looking you directly in the eyes. There was fierce determination there that made your heart flutter. "I really want to go back. I need to know what those…things are. I'd like you to go with me again, but if you're scare-"

"I'm going," you said firmly. You were not one to pass up a challenge, although you were questioning how stupid it was.

"Atta girl," he gave you a little smirk and seemed to relax a little.

"Tomorrow afternoon then!"

The heat rose in your cheeks. His praise gave you butterfies and as he got up from his rocking chair and brushed your cheek with his hand, you felt a fresh wave of desire creep up from your core. You followed him into the bedroom and realized there was an en suite on the opposite wall. Although you couldn't see everything, you could see the massive shower and your mind began to work through all the different ways you could take advantage of it.

"Would you like to join me?" You snapped out of your daydream to see an almost completely nude Josh giving you eyes while standing in the doorway of the bathroom and the shower was turned on.

Frustratingly he was still wearing his boxer briefs and it took every ounce of retraint you had to not rip them off and straddle him. "Thought you'd never ask.", you managed to say with false bravado. Nerves and desire had you in a vice grip and as you stood up and fumbled with your shirt, Josh made his way over to you, looking you up and down with hunger.

"Do you want some help?" he didn't wait for an answer before he helped you out of your clothes. First, your shirt and bralette, then in singular, swift motion, your shorts and panties. He stepped back and looked you up and down, admiring every curve and biting his lip. You weren't the only one showing an ungodly amount of retraint. He wanted to take you right there and you could feel it.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered. The desire to have him grew even stronger. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful piece of artwork he'd ever seen. You had previous lovers, both one night stands and long term partners, but this was the first time ever that you felt wholely wanted. He held out his hand to lead you to the bathroom and you swore you could feel the electricity between you. The shower was even bigger than you had previously thought. The first thing that caught your attention was the bench inside of it, waiting for you to use it in all kinds of steamy ways.

Josh led you in and pulled you into an embrace under the warm water with him. You couldn't take your eyes off him. His hair falling into his face, water dripping down his perfect body, his dark honey eyes locked on you, taking every ounce of you in, just like you were doing to him.

Even still, it took you by surprise when he kissed you. This kiss was different than the kiss in the church. He was hungry for you. His hand explored every inch of your body: he grabbed your hips and cupped your ass with one hand while he squeezed your tit on the way to your neck and hair with the other.

"I want you right now," he growled into your ear. "Do you want me, kitten?"

You damn near melted onto the shower floor, "Yes."

He turned you towards the mirror over the vanity and bent you over. The shower was glass and you could see everything. He positioned himself behind you and you could feel his cock at the opening of your pussy. Oh, god. Just put it in! But just like before, he was going to tease you. He was going to drag it out.

"Do you like the view, princess?" he asked smugly. You could see him smirking in the mirror. You nodded.

"No, no, no, my love," He pushed the head of his cock in just a little as he smacked your ass. He pulled it back out. You whimpered in frustration. "I need an answer."

"Yes," you said, pushing back onto him. He backed away and laughed. You could feel youself getting more desperate for him to fill you up. "Please fuck me."

"Well, since you asked nicely," he pushed in quick and hard, forcing a loud moan out of your mouth. He did not let up after that. He fucked you fast and hard. Each time his dick thrusted in brought you closer to cumming. He grunted and pulled your hair as he went faster. His hand migrated to your throat and put just enough pressure on it to make you even wetter.

You looked up. He was alternating between looking at you and himself. It made you feel hot that he loved watching himself fuck you. Never in your life had you been this turned on and didn't think you ever would be again.

Then he pulled out, resulting in a growl from you. He smacked your ass for the defiance. Josh turned you around and kissed you hard as he pushed you up against the glass and grabbed your tit. Then he kneeled down and a moaned escaped your lips as his tongue pushed up onto your clit. He alternated between swirling and flicking your clit with his tongue in perfect rhythm. As he slipped two fingers inside of you, his other hand made its way over to your ass, cupping it hard. He increased the intensity of his work, finger fucking you and licking you until you finally released so hard that you couldn't make sound, just desperate breaths of pleasure.

"You taste incredible," he stood up and gave you a big smile. "Now," he walked over to the bench and patted his leg, a signal for you come over. "Get on my dick." You shortened the distance between you with a quickness. You straddled him and lowered onto his dick. He started fucking you from underneath, so hard and fast that you couldn't catch your breath. Every time he went all the way inside he hit your spot with such a force you saw stars.

It didn't last long. You were still tight and still on a high and he was already close. You came at the same time again, this time more intense and more in synch, illiciting loud moans from both of you. In the aftermath you wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist. Your lips met in a long, deep kiss that only two people who shared such a mind blowing experience could have.

You finally get up and get under the water but he didn't move. He watched you wash yourself, with a look of admiration and contentment. He joined you as you finished and you helped him clean himself off. Not a word was exchanged, but you stole kisses from each other the entire time and nothing else mattered.

After getting out and drying off, reality quickly set in again. You were going back to the church and this time you knew what awaited you. You tried to push that out of your mind as Josh handed you one of his tshirts and a pair of cotton shorts, promising to send someone to your hotel room to get your things. His clothes smelled like him, so you didn't care if you got your clothes or not.

He led you down the back staircase into the kitchen. The delicious smell of Jake's cooking mad you realize that you really worked up an appetite. Entering the kitchen you saw a spread of salmon, roasted vegetables, and rice. Jake was beginning to plate everything while Sam was making a cocktail for himself and Danny was leaning against the counter with a drink in one hand and his phone in the other. You had hung out with all of them at one point before and after shows, but being in their space as their equal was very new and you were a little starstruck. Until..

"Did ya have fun?" Sam said, practically shouting, earning stifled laughter from Danny and a big grin from Jake. Your stomach dropped.

"It sure sounded like they did!" Jake said, laughing. Your cheeks turned beet red and you wanted nothing more than to run back up to the safety of Josh's room. Of course they heard you but damn, did they have to laugh about it? Embarrassed, you walked over to the counter and began making yourself a drink.

"I had a lot of fun, actually," Josh grinned, walked over and took Sam's drink from his hands. He took a sip and made a face. "Well I was going to say I deserved your drink but no one deserves that shit."

You laughed as Sam took his drink back and gave it a sip, "I don't know what you're talking about, it's perfect. What do you think, y/n?"

Sam gave you his drink. You took a swig of it and honestly? "I mean its fine if you like getting your drinks from Applebees."

Everyone but Sam laughed. His cheeks turned red to your satisfaction. He took his drink back once again and kind of grumbled. Truth be told, you didn't appreciate being called out for being a loud fuck, so you considered it even.

Jake handed everyone their plates, making sure to to start with you and mouthing, 'we good?' you nodded, appreciating him checking in. You sat down beside Josh at the island in the middle of the kitchen. Sam sat beside you, giving you a grin and a wink, while Danny and Jake stood up and ate across the island.

"So, you didn't tell us about the church!" Jake quipped, looking between you and Josh. Not knowing how to respond, you turned to Josh, which gave him the cue to speak.

"It was…interesting,"Josh said. "Nothing like I ever experienced before."

Sam and Danny smirked at each other, clearly assuming Josh was talking about his first time with you, earning an eyeroll. Jake, however, gave his twin a questioning look, searching in his eyes for some kind of answer. "Did something happen? I assumed Jimmy was blowing smoke up our asses."

So Jimmy was the old man Josh met at the bar. Josh tensed up and put his hand on your thigh. You placed your hand over his and squeezed, offering your silent support. He sighed then said.

"Yeah. Something really fucked up. No one got hurt. At least-" he paused for dramatic effect "-no one human." Even in serious moments, the theater kid in him jumped out.

"What, like an animal?" Danny asked. Sam and Danny were no longer smiling.

"I don't know what the fuck it was, Daniel. Everything was normal. We went into the church, we had a little fun," he squeezed your thigh, "and as we were cleaning up, we noticed these fucking people….if you could even call them that. They were staring at us from the graveyard, must've been at least a dozen of them. We ran to the jeep, they chased us, and we barely made it to the car. I ran one of them over trying to drive off. And I swear that fucker GOT UP."

"They were wearing robes. They looked like people from far away but their features were…off," you added. "Like some uncanny valley shit. It was terrifying."

"We're going back tomorrow," Josh said. "I want to know what they are."

The other 3 were looking at the two of you with wide eyes. You were preparing yourself for the laughter, the skepticism, for Sam's stupid jokes, but there was nothing but a pregnant silence. it lasted for a couple minutes at most, but it felt like hours. Finally, Danny spoke up. "Oh."

"I'm going," Jake said. "I want to see these things for myself."

"No," Josh said sternly. You wanted Jake to come, so you could at least confirm that you weren't insane. Jake rolled his eyes and sipped on his old fashioned.

"Well first of all, I'm inviting myself. That wasn't up for debate. Second, you never want me to go and I've respected that,"Jake said. "But if this is true, this is bigger than your rendezvous with y/n."

They started arguing but you couldn't hear what they were saying. 'You never want me to go' rang through your ears. Your little adventures with Josh had always been just you and him and you assumed it was because no one else cared to join you. But now… Josh wanted to spend time with you. And ONLY you. For months. The revelation made your heart swell. He wanted you all to himself. You couldn't give less of a shit about the monster in that moment. On the outside, you were calm and collected but you desperately wanted to drag him back upstairs.

"I wanna go too! Daniel too OBVIOUSLY," Sam's voice cut through. Danny nodded in agreement. You resisted the urge to make a Jay and Silent Bob joke. Josh, however, had enough.

"FINE! ITS A WHOLE FUCKING FAMILY AFFAIR," Josh yelled in exasperation. "Jesus are you gonna invite Mom and Dad too? Goddamn."

You were giggling at Josh's crankiness when he gave you an eyebrow raise, silently asking 'are you good with this?' You nodded in agreement. Josh downed his 2nd drink of the night, presumably trying to drown his fear about going back and his annoyance at his brothers' insistence on joining.

Once everyone had their fill and refilled their drinks, the party moved to the den, a beautifully bright room with large windows, priceless artwork, and antique furniture. You gingerly sat on the delicate old velvet couch, followed by Josh, then Danny beside him. Sam took one of the chairs across from you and Jake wondered over towards the record player. He pulled out an old blues record, setting the perfect tone for the room and Charleston itself. The windows were large and there was condensation forming on them from the humidity outside. You watched hordes of people walk by, the occasional person taking a little peak into the house.

"This place is a little creepy, huh?" Danny said, picking up a trinket off the side table beside him and examining it. "Charleston is beautiful, don't get me wrong. But the vibes.."

You nodded. You knew exactly what he was saying. "Well, it is one of the most haunted cities in the country."

This prompted a deep discussion about various hauntings everyone experienced. Sam swore an old man haunted his bungalow in Nashville and would talk in his ear as he tried to sleep. Danny never spent too long in his parents' basement by himself because a vase fell down and broke out of nowhere when he was a kid. Jake told the story of drunkedly yelling at ghosts in the cabin where they wrote their last album. Josh of course..

"Well I was chased out of an old ass church by some demon zombie culty monster fuckers earlier tonight. I think that tops everyone else's story," he said, smirking. His cheeks were flushed so you looked at his drink. Empty. And you knew Josh was heavy handed with his alcohol. He began to tell the story again, except this time with many more theatrics and embellishments. He swore he fought them off, kicking them in their "creepy dementor" asses and saved you at just the right time. You were amused, exchanging knowing looks with the other three at seperate points. Finally, he ended his long winded story the way he always did when he was drunk: he stood up and held up his glass. "IWANNARAISEATOAST"

Everyone raised their glasses, stifling laughter. Whatever Josh was about to say, you all knew…it was going to be silly and kind of stupid. Instead he just swayed and said "ILOVEYOUALL"

Jake laughed, "Love you too, my brother. Now," he clasped his hands on Josh's shoulder. "We got a big day ahead of us tomorrow. Let's get you up to bed."

You and Jake spent the next 30 minutes guiding a very rambly, stumbling Josh back up to the room. Every few steps, he'd stop and go on a tangent: about the weather, the church, about the downfall of the film industry and then finally, as you were leading him into the bed.

"Y/N! Baby do you know how hard it is to find a girl like you? YOU JUST FELL INTO MY LAP! My makeup artist? Did-did you expect THIS to happen? One day we're joking about how my jumpsuits show my dick off then the next WE'RE FUCKING IN AN ABANDONED CHURCH LIKE WHAT?"

Jake started laughing. He was laughing so hard he was doubled over, leaving you to corral Josh after he decided he HAD to talk to Danny about their brotherhood. By that point, you were in a fit of giggles, struggling to breathe.

"I'm sorry, this must be so awkward for you, him talking about me," you managed to say.

Jake straightened out and gained his composure. He shook his head. "No, no, you're good y/n. He always says crazy shit when he's sloshed. I shared a womb with him, his sex life isn't a big deal."

Josh was finally settled under the sheets and Jake turned to you. "Seriously, he's been sweet on you for a while, honey. I've seen the way you two look at each other and you've felt the same way. I'm happy this is happening. Just, you know, don't hurt him."

Beaming, you nodded. Words wouldn't come but you were endlessly grateful for Jake’s approval. Josh had already fallen asleep and within 2 minutes of your head hitting the pillow, you joined him.

In your sleepy haze you heard rolling wheels and footsteps. Someone cleared their throat and said "fuck!" under their breath then you heard an object move on the floor. 'That must be Josh..'

But you were curled up in Josh's arms. It couldn't be him. Alarmed, your eyes snapped open and you sat up in a jolt. It was Sam with your suitcase, attempting to roll it to your side of the bed.

He jumped a little bit, held his hand to his heart, and took a deep breath. "Fuck you scared me!" he gained his composure. "Sorry for waking you! Ran into his shoe…messy bastard. They brought your suitcase from the hotel and I wanted to bring it up for you."

You yawned and rubbed the sleepy out of your eyes. Your heart was still racing from the scare but you were grateful he thought to bring it up. "That's okay, I appreciate it!"

"Do you want some coffee? I'll run down and get it for you," he said, gestering towards the door. "Any guest of Josh's is a guest of mine. I just want you to feel welcomed."

"Yeah, that would be great. A little cream and sugar, if you don't mind," it felt so strange being doted on by Sam when you had worked for the band all tour but you never turn down coffee in bed.

"No problem! I'll be right back," He walked out of the room and you turned your attention to Josh. Sweet, sweet Josh. He groaned and positioned himself on his side, grabbing the nearest pillow to hold against his body. His hair was disheviled and lips slightly parted. He was absolutely beautiful. You put your hand on his, in total disbelief that he chose you.

"Alright," Sam announced himself, holding a large mug. He brought it to you and remarkably, he had gotten the coffee extremely close to the way you liked it. You thanked him and he walked out. As you sipped your coffee you got ready for the day: hair in a perfectly messy bun, light makeup, overall denim shorts with a white tank underneath, and some vans. As you were slipping on your vans, you heard a loud groan and sigh from the bed. You looked up and Josh was sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," you said. His eyes lit up at the sight of you. It was something you would never get tired of. Blushing, you walk over to him, giving him a sweet kiss. "Good morning, sweet girl," he said, smiling. "You're so cute with your little overalls."

You spun to give him the whole view and he pulled you on top of him onto the bed. Your lips met in a deep kiss..his hand began to explore your body. He wanted to go further, but you had a church to go to, so you detangled yourself from his embrace before things got too heavy.

"What the heeeelll, y/n" he whined, his voice still raspy from waking up.

"We have plans, Josh. Plans you insisted upon, need I remind you," you replied, rolling your eyes. "Besides, its no fun when you get everything you want every time."

"I could fuck the shit outta you just for that," he got up and grabbed you by the hips, smirking. "I'll get you when we get back."

You could feel yourself get hot and turned on. God, he knew just how to tease you. He let you go and went into the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and refreshed his hair. He chose a light tan short jumpsuit and his usual brown vans to wear. On his way out of the room, he smacked your ass and gave you a wink. The last 24 hours felt like a fever dream. Your relationship with Josh felt so easy, but the church and its creatures were constantly on your mind.

You followed him down the stairs. The rest of the band were already up and dressed, drinking coffee in the kitchen and having casual conversation. Everyone bid you good morning as Josh poured himself a cup of coffee.

"So, uh, we've been talking," Jake said. "Have you done any research on this church?"

You sheepishly answered, "Um…no. Not really. I assumed Josh did it." You shot Josh a half hearted glare, feeling stupid for not even asking if he did ACTUAL research other than talking to a man at a bar. "Well, you know, we like to fly by the seat of our pants," Josh's voice was a bit higher than usual. "Besides that old guy-"

"-His name was Jimmy-"

"-Yes! Jimmy! He gave us a lot of information so," Josh trailed off, sipping his coffee and avoiding eye contact. You knew he felt guilty and you should've been more annoyed but you couldn't be mad at him for too long. Jake, however, wasn't so forgiving.

"So you just went on his word and ONLY his word?"

Josh got defensive. "Our explorations usually don't end in us running for our lives, Jacob. We explore, get a little spooked, and flirt with each other. Last night was a first. Besides..he seemed trustworthy."

"Why do you ask?" You said, turning the attention to you before Jake could argue with him. You weren't in the mood for their petty little twin fights in which they bring up every slight against each other from the last 27 years.

"Well, I decided to do a little digging," Sam chimed in before Jake could speak. "We found some background information" "We found Jimmy too," Jake added. He seemed nervous but there was another emotion in his eyes. Fear? He motioned you and Josh over to a laptop sitting on the counter. He pulled up a black and white picture.

It was First Baptist Church in a much better condition then it was in present day. No leaning steeple and no missing boards. The paint wasn't chipped and the graveyard was well taken care of. In front of the church, a group of people, what you assumed was the congregation. In the middle was the preacher, a stern looking man in all black. The date on the photo? July 17, 1889.

Jake pointed at a man at the very end of the third row. Greying hair, skin scarred by age and sun, and big. He towered over everyone else and weighed twice as much as the man next to him. You turn to Josh to ask him what he thought but all the color drained from his face. Something was terribly wrong.

"That's…that's him," he said in a faint whisper. "That's Jimmy. How is he…?"

"Yeah, fucking right?" Jake said.

"That could be his great grandfather or something," you tried to reason but your blood ran cold. You knew, by the looks on Jake's and Josh's face, that was the man they met at the bar.Your mind was racing, thinking of all the possible explantions for him being in that picture. By this time, Danny and Sam joined in behind you, both staring at him, trying to make sense of the massive mind fuck that was happening. Your stomach was in knots. This was much bigger than you could've ever anticipated.

"No no no, "Josh said. "I am certain. That's Jimmy."

"That isn't the only weird thing I found," Sam said. "This congregation disappeared. All of them. Just vanished."

"Local legend says the preacher had a gambling problem. He couldn't pay his debts so he made a deal with the devil: Clear all his debts and get rich in exchange for the lives and souls of his congregation," Danny said.

Jake proceeded to pull up articles and blog posts confirming everything they had said. You went completely numb, coming to the terrifying realization that you were way out of your depth. Josh grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze, trying to offer a small bit of comfort.

"We've been doing this all morning," Jake said, placing his hand on your shoulder. "We wanted to help."

Josh nodded, exchanging silent words with his twin brother. You wanted to speak but didn't know what to say. Thankfully, Sam did. "So!" Sam clapped his hands together. "I suggested we stop and get some lunch, then get over to this church and figure out what the FUCK is going on."

One by one, everyone piled into the truck. Josh was driving with you in the passenger seat and Jake, Sam, and Danny in the back.

"Are you comfy?" You asked with a laugh.

"Do I look comfy, y/n?" Danny's knees were damn near up to his chest.

"It looks like you have plenty of room to me," you said. Danny laughed and flipped you off.

You grabbed lunch at a cute little oyster bar in town. If there was one thing the Kiszkas loved, it was oysters.

"You HAVE to get oysters here," Sam said. "They're known for their oysters. Its practically a law."

After you had your fill, it was up over the bridge and out of town you went. There were attempts at conversation but they all trailed off into silence, replaced by a tense and nervous energy. Josh had a grip on your hand the entire time, stroking it with him thumb and occasionally humming to himself.

Finally, you pulled onto the dirt road. The sign was just as worn and fragile as it was the first time you saw it. The potholes in the road seemed even deeper, if that was possible. Dread and heaviness grew as you got closer to the church and you resisted the urge to grab the steering wheel and turn the truck around.

"Anyone else feel like we're all completely doomed?" Sam asked. The entire car answered in unison: "Yes."

Josh turned the truck around this time to park so he didn't have to back up. Everyone spilled out of the truck, stretching their limbs and yawning. You took the moment to take in the scenery: the church was surrounded by old woods and the graveyard was larger than you realized. It looked worse in the day light. The grass and moss overtook the headstones, many of which were broken or fallen over. The statue of the little girl was chipped, worn, and covered with moss. Your heart hurt for her.

"Goddamn it's hotter than Satan's taint out here," Jake said and he wasn't exaggerating. It was well into the 90s and overnight showers made it impossibly humid. Your skin felt sticky and you could see the beads of sweat forming around Josh's hairline as he walked over to you.

"It feels like I'm breathing soup," he said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Let's get this shit over with so we can out of here, eh?" He took your hand in his and lead you to the church, the other three following behind, muttering to each other about how creepy and run down it was. Entering the church brought you back to the previous night. You and Josh succuming to your feelings for one another in the corner, the massive piece of wood that almost hit you…looking out the window and seeing eyes…

You pushed that out of your head. If there was any sort of clue about what was going on, you needed to find it. You made your way over to the altar that you didn't get to last night. On top of it laid a very large book and as you got closer you realized it was a bible. Flipping through the pages, there were notes written in the blank space of the pages, detailing the readers own thoughts and interpretations of bible verses.

"Oh, a bible!" Jake's voice was a lot closer than you thought, causing you to jump. He laughed, "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. That thing is older than dirt, huh? Let's take it with us, it might have some information."

He took the bible off the alter and made his way towards the door. Josh was over by the wall where he took you last night. "This is holy ground, right here."

Jake stopped and pondered, then…"Oh, god, Josh! In the church? In front of Jesus and everything?"

Josh erupted in laughter and motioned for you to join him. As you did, he put his arm around your waist, beaming. "We consummated our love! You should be happy!"

In spite of your slight embarassment, you couldn't help but smile. Josh was proud to show you off to his twin and Jake was happy that you were with him. For just a moment in that old church, you felt peace.

"I am happy for you, really," Jake said, but he was distracted. He kept looking around, practically spinning in a circle. You stomach dropped in panic when you realized why.

"Where are Sam and Daniel?" Josh seemed to read both of your minds. His face had fallen and lost color, worried about his brothers. Jake ran out and Josh followed. You turned to the window across the church. The window facing the graveyard.

Your feet seemed to move on their own, one in front of the other, towards the window. You were shaking, hoping that you'd hear one of their voices or the twins would announce they found them. You felt like you were going to vomit as you got closer…

No monsters. A wave of relief hit you and you took a deep breath. Out of the corner of your eye, towards the woods, you saw Danny and Sammy walking briskly toward the front of the church. You turned and walked out to meet them, anger creeping up at their recklessness.

"What the fuck were you guys thinking? You didn't tell anyone where you were going!" Josh snapped. The twins were standing side by side, with the same angry look on their face at their brothers.

"Well we were curious! We're grown men, we don't need your permission to roam where ever we please bro," Sam said defiantly. The youngest child was jumping out of him hard in response to his older brother chastising him.

"Look," Jake put a hand up signaling Josh to hush, knowing he was just going to escalate the situation. "We don't know what to expect and he does, so maybe just listen? Its for your safety."

Sam grumbled and rolled his eyes. Danny offered up an apology and the group moved on. Jake took the bible to the truck. As he was walking back, the dread and panic grew in your core…something was about to happen. You walked over to Josh, exchanging silent glances. He felt it too.

Jake clasped Danny and Sam on the shoulders, "Everything is good now, right boys?"

It wasn't. There was a rustling behind them and then and hooded figures appeared once again, walking towards you. In the daylight, you could see: they were tall, towering over Danny, with shabby red robes and no shoes on their abnormally large feet. Their hands, or rather, claws, were long and thin, each finger coming to a point. Your eyes grew wide and you were frozen in place watching that the distance between them and the group grew shorter. No, there was no way you would get lucky again. Josh grabbed your arm harder than intended, shaking and as terrified as you were.

Jake's face fell first, followed by Sam's and Danny's. Jake slowly pushed Sam and Danny towards you and said, "Are they here?"

Josh's lip trembled. He drew in a shakey breath and said a single word.

"Run."

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This is my first post on here!

I have been debating for a while to write a Josh fic and then thought fuck it and went ahead. If this gets a good response then I have some more chapters I want to write.

This is a slow burn, with angst, fluff, smut the whole lot. I am from the UK so some of my knowledge on states and shit isn’t great 😅 I love reading Y/N fics, but that is not how I love to write. So the main character does have a name but feel free to read her however you want!

Fionnuala= Fin-ola.

Triggers: 18+ only!, some DA, name calling, etc.

Summary: Fionnuala has had a shit time, so when she gets screamed at by a customer it’s the last straw. She gets a job working with Greta Van Fleet on their tour as a costume design assistant. She has a rule for no relationships but what happens when she catches the eye of Josh? Will she go ahead and follow her heart, or will she refuse and lose everything she loves ?

Enjoy some slow Josh relationship fiction!

Chapter 1.

Here it was, my first day. I never thought I was going to get an interview, let alone the job.

Backtrack to nearly a year ago when I was sick of my 9-5 retail job, and all those shitty customers. The customers shouting at me for getting their coffee order wrong by the temperature of the mocha or ‘I asked for 1 sugar packet on the side, why have I got two?’ So one day after a particular shitty customer who ordered a panini and when I gave it to them I got screamed at, because they definitely ordered a toastie, and then being made to apologise by the manager for their mistake. I went home and started scrolling Indeed and any other job site I could find, is when I found what sounded like the perfect job.

Costume/ Clothes designer assistant, for a band on tour of UK, Europe and America. I already had a Fashion Degree from Edinburgh, I had just never found the best job to put my degree to the test. After reading the important details for the job and getting bored with the rest, I said fuck it and applied. Never thinking I would get an interview, I got an interview then never thinking I would get the job, I got the job.

So here we are, walking through the lovely Edinburgh Airport to get on a plane to Nashville, Tennessee to meet my new manager and the band I am gonna be helping costume for their tour. I currently have no idea who they are, or what kind of look or music they do.

I have spoken to my new manager, Jess, quite a bit over facetime and texting. She is a middle aged women with a short black bob, and she is lovely. She has assured me that the band is going to love me, and has been telling me how excited she is to have someone she can actually talk to on tour with her.

I had gotten past security and finally into the duty free when my phone pinged.

Orla

Hey ! Good luck with the flight, don’t worry about the flat I have got it under control x love you

My best friend Orla had volunteered to look after my flat while I was on tour for the next year, I am so grateful because I didn’t want to lose my perfect little flat in Edinburgh. After finishing my fashion degree I decided to stay in Scotland, instead of moving back to my tiny little hometown in Cambridgeshire. Me and Orla met while both working in a garden centre cafe, we quickly bonded over our Irish heritage and she is still there while i’m going on tour. We promised to keep in touch and plenty of visits when we can. She is my best friend and has supported me through so much since we have met, we have similar tastes in music, clothes and horror movies but living together is 100% off the table. Orla likes to have a lot of dates and sometimes they come back and I am definitely not living and listening to that, I am more of a long term relationship girl.

I decide to just sit in some tiny coffee shop while I wait for my plane, trust me to get here 2 hours before my flight because I am convinced I’m going to be late as always. My phone pinged again, this time a text from Jess.

Jess

Can’t wait to meet you in person! I’ll be waiting at the gate for you after the flight, then we will drop your stuff at the hotel and meet the band ? They really want to get to know you before we start touring 😊

Fionnuala

Can’t wait to meet you either, I’m so excited for this !

Oh shit! Sounds good 😅

See you in like 12 hours.

Oh shit, okay this is fine, I can meet the band today that’s fine, that’s cool. I just need to freshen up after getting off the plane and in between car rides and dropping stuff off. Why wouldn’t she tell me this earlier ?

Soon enough I am waiting in line to board the plane. I quickly get in my seat and start to look through my bag for my airpods. No way I can do this without some emotional support Bears Den. I need that calming voice to soothe my flying nerves. This is my first time flying to America and I am not a confident flyer. I stick my airpods in and try and read Pet Sematary by Stephen King. 10 hour flight here we come woohoo, it’s currently 6am when we take off so I should land in Nashville at around 11am. I take some deep breaths while we take off, and have a look around the plane. It’s packed by everyone seems to be keeping to themselves which is good, I hate when strangers feel the need to speak to people they sit next to.

We landed in Nashville and I get to the luggage pick up, it’s early June here and it’s already boiling outside. I was dressed in some grey lounge wear jogging bottoms and jumper because of course England was freezing and now I was sweating through, so much for freshening up. The airport is packed and people keep shoving into me while I was waiting for my bag, I could feel myself growing more and more agitated by the second and was getting ready to snap when I saw my suitcases come round.

I had to pack basically my entire life into 2 massive suitcases and a huge carry on bag and right now I was regretting every decision getting me here because I am dripping in sweat, my hair is stuck to my face, it’s too loud, people keep shoving me and I have to go and meet a band who I don’t know and show them me, Fionnuala, 24 years old from England is capable of dressing them for the entire tour with no experience.

I drag both my suitcases roughly off the conveyor belt and start walking to the exit, I take some deep breaths to calm me and take my airpods out. I can already hear all the American accents around me and slightly calm down when I think about how exciting it is to be in America and think about all the food I want to try !

The exit comes into view and I start looking around for Jess, I finally see her in the crowds of people. She is holding a sign saying ‘Fionnuala’ with a massive smiley face drew on it and the Scottish flag. I smile and wave and she smiles back waving too and starts to walk over to me. When I reach her she pulls me into a massive hug, she smells like some fancy sweet perfume and is dressed in some loose jeans and jumper. Thank god she doesn’t look too fancy when we are about to meet the band.

‘Fionnuala finally ! I have been so excited to meet you! How was the flight? Here pass me a suitcase.’ Jess says, she lets go off me and takes a suitcase. ‘It was okay, just very long. Oh thank you.’ I say while walking with her out of the exit and into the bright Nashville sun.

‘Good. I’m glad, I am so excited to work with you this year and finally have someone I feel like I can talk to. So plans, the hotel is about 30 minutes away and then we drop your stuff off and head off to meet the boys, there I will give you the company card to pay for Ubers, meals etc and you can get a chance to sit down with the band and chat to them about ideas and just get a vibe, you know. But I think you guys are going to get on just fine.’ Jess rambles off while we make our way to what i’m guessing is her car.

Wait boys? Who is this band ? I don’t feel like I can ask just in case in previous facetimes of emails she has told me their name. I chuck my suitcase in the back and slide in beside her, I don’t think I am going to get used to the steering wheel being on the other side of the car.

‘Sounds good to me !’ I say, Jess rambles on about some other work stuff, and then invites me to dinner with her tonight so we can get to know each other better. I agree and pull my phone out my pocket. I send a text to my mum and Orla to let them both know I got here okay. Me and Orla text back and forth for a few minutes, her demanding to know the name of the band I am working with and me telling her I still have no idea.

Just as I am about to put my phone away I hear it go off, I check and it’s a text.

Ezra

‘Hey, just letting you know I am thinking of you, good luck with the new job in America. I would like to talk if that’s ok? I feel like we both need to talk a few things over.’

I freeze up when reading the text and lock my phone and put it away. How did he know I got a new job? What does he want to talk about ?

‘Hey, you okay?’ Jess asks me while pulling into the car park of the hotel. She stops the car and looks over at me, guess I had been wearing my emotions all over my face. ‘Yeah.’ I say while grabbing my bag from the footwell, she stares at me and says ‘No, you’re not. What is it a boy?’ She says while turning to look at me. I sighed and nodded, she nods as well ‘I’m guessing ex?’ She says and her southern accent coming out a little more. I nod again, ‘Don’t worry!’ I say while looking at her ‘It’s not gonna affect my work.’ She laughs, ‘Don’t be silly! I never thought that, we are all human these things happen. I’m not the type of boss to make you hide all your bad moods or situations from me to focus on your work.’ She says while patting my shoulder, ‘If you need to talk i’m here, if you wanna talk at dinner tonight i’m here to listen okay?’ I nod and smile. ‘Thanks Boss.’ She smiles and gets out the car.

I feel even more excited about this new job, and I am starting to like Jess more. Thank god I got lucky with a nice manager.

I grab a suitcase and Jess takes the other one and we walk into the hotel. She tells me to wait by the lift while she grabs the keys. Wooo okay this is nice! The ceilings are high and there are windows to let natural light in, little sofas sit in every corner with coffee tables and plants. This is nicer than anywhere I have stayed before.

‘Okay, you’re in 524 and I am in 520. Perfect for coming back drunk later and making sure we both get in. Let’s chuck our stuff away and get going !’ She is getting better by the minute. ‘Perfect, do I have 5 minutes to change and wash my face ? Please.’ I say while getting in the lift, she hits the button for the 5th floor. Some monotone tune plays out the speakers, they even have lift music! America is amazing.

‘5 minutes tops! We have got to get going Fionnuala.’ She says while looking at me, I nod and smile. ‘Thank you! I want to make a good impression.’ I say, the lift comes to the 5th floor and we walk out. She passes me my key and points me round the corner to my room I nod and promise I will be 5 minutes.

I rush in and don’t even get a chance to look at the room while I grab my toiletries bag from the carry on and run into the bathroom. Wow, this a nice bathroom. I run a brush through my hair, grab my face wash and moisturiser, after that I quickly change into some cream wide leg cropped jeans and a black jumper with a collar and tuck it in. I grab my tote bag and shove my purse and perfume in and run into the hallway. Jess was waiting for me but the lift and smiled. ‘Perfect 5 minutes! Now let’s meet the boys.’

We quickly reach her car again and she tells me the arena is 15 minutes away. ‘So, are you excited?’ She asks me, ‘Yeah very! But very nervous, I’m not really that chatty with people I don’t know. I just want to make a good impression.’ I say while looking out the window, the amount of fast food places here is insane. ‘Don’t worry! I love you so they will love you. okay? Just be yourself and if they offer you a drink do not feel like you have to take it.’ She says while pulling into I’m guessing the visitor parking for the arena. I nod and get out the car, we start walking over to the band entrance and I can feel butterflies staring to show up in my stomach and my palms getting sweaty. She hands me a staff lanyard for the band and we get given another one by the venue to pass back at the end of the night.

‘So the staff one for us will let the guys security know who you are, and will just keep you recognisable while around the venue in case you get caught in the crowd for whatever reason.’ She says while opening doors and walking me down corridors.

This is it, I am gonna meet the band who has given me this great opportunity and job. I glance down at the staff lanyard. ‘Greta van Fleet’, it says, hmm I think. That sounds familiar, wait a second? Isn’t that the band that has that 70s rocker sound? I don’t get much time to think about it as Jess announces we are here. I can hear some music coming from inside and men chatting. She opens the door before I get a chance to pull myself together and I am staring 4 20 something year olds in the face.

‘Hey guys! This is Fionnuala!’ Jess announces, they all smile at me while I take in all their looks.

‘Jess ! How are you? We missed you.’ Some guy says while walking over. He had shoulder length brown hair and was quite tall, I noticed he was barefoot and smiled. I always go barefoot too. He was wearing some jeans and a weird patterned shirt. He held his hand out and was practically buzzing with energy, ‘Hey! I’m Sam, we are so excited to meet you!’ He says, I shake his hand and said ‘Me too! I wanna thank you guys for letting me come along and work with you. It’s a great opportunity.’ He smiles and hooks his arm with mine and walks me over to the other 3. I look over my shoulder at Jess and she smiles and puts her thumbs up at me, while walking out the door.

Great, guess i’m chucked in the deep end.

Sam sits me next to him on the sofa and the other 3 are sitting around me on other sofas and chairs. ‘Hi, I’m Danny, I play drums.’ Another tall guy says to me, he has long curly dark hair and again was dressed pretty cool. This one was wearing shoes I noticed. I hold out my hand and smiled, ‘Nice to meet you I’m Fionnuala.’ He smiles and shakes it.

‘Wait a sec, are you British?’ The guy who spoke had longer hair as well, but was dressed more dark and moody. He had a button downs shirt with half the buttons undone, and some dark jeans and shoes. He was wearing a hat and sunglasses were hanging around his shirt. I nodded and looked at him, ‘Yeah, I am from Cambridgeshire but living in Edinburgh after doing my degree there.’ He smiled, ‘Very cool! I’m Jake by the way. Did you fly in today?’ He said while drinking a beer, ‘Yeah, it’s my first time in America I am very excited.’

‘Oohh! A USA virgin aren’t we privileged to have you coming with us.’ This time it was the last guy who spoke, he looked at lot like Jake and a little like Sam. I’m guessing they were related or something. He walks over, I saw he was quite short and had crazy curly hair that was shaved at the sides. He was dressed in a plain white top and chinos, with a long necklace hanging around his neck and was barefoot too. He holds his hand out, ‘I am Josh, I see you have met my twin Jake. I sing for our band.’ I shake his hand and smile, he was gorgeous.

‘Pleased to meet you, I’m guessing you know who I am.’ I say, he nods. ‘We are so excited to have you working with us! Jess showed us the portfolio you sent, even though you haven’t ever worked in design the stuff you did from college was amazing and we loved it.’ He said as he sat down next to me, there were now 3 of us on the sofa and it was getting quite cramped. He placed his arm behind me and smiled. He seemed the type of person to get very comfortable quickly with people. I smiled, feeling quite shy now that she had showed them all of my designs.

‘How rude of me! Fionnuala, would you like a drink?’ Sam says while standing up, quickly taking the attention off me which I was grateful for. ‘Yes please.’ I said standing up and walking over to the bar with him. ‘What’s your poison?’ Sam says while gesturing to the drinks. I heard Josh and the others go back to chatting, ‘I will have a beer please if you have one.’ I said, Sam nodded and quickly got me a beer out the fridge. ‘I am hoping beer here is as good as beer in Edinburgh.’ I said while thanking Sam and taking the beer. I went to sit on the spare armchair that was free now Josh was sat on the sofa. He peered over at me and smiled, I smiled back and took a sip.

‘So Fionnuala, tell us about yourself.’ Sam said sitting next to Josh and Danny on the sofa, Jake was still sitting on the other armchair. They all sat and looked at me, I felt like a deer in the headlights and my entire brain went blank. ‘Well what do you want to know?’ I said, taking a sip of beer and leaning back in the chair to get comfortable. ‘Tell us about Edinburgh, I’m guessing you are not from there because of your accent.’ Danny said, taking a sip of his drink.

‘Well, no. I am from a tiny town in Cambridgeshire and went up there to study fashion and design. I loved it so much after graduating uni that I decided to stay, I got a flat and a shitty job in a garden centre cafe and have been living there for about 3 years now and I love it. The city is beautiful and the beer is amazing. I love the architecture and the weather, I am not a hot weather type of girl.’ I said, they all stared and nodded. ‘So why this? Why leave Edinburgh for a year to work on costume design?’ Sam said. ‘Well I hate retail, I am not the type of person to hold her tongue when people are rude and after being made to repeatedly apologise to rude customers I decided enough was enough and when I got home started applying to any and every job there was. I saw this, didn’t think I would even get an interview based on my lack of experience but lo and behold here I am.’ They all seemed to be listening intently and nodding along with me while I talked.

‘That’s a bit change, but you are the perfect fit for the job. The designs you had are incredible, with the capes and colours. We loved them and can’t wait to see them come to life on tour.’ Jake said, they all seemed to have a little buzz going from the drink. I’m guessing they had more before I arrived, I hope they can perform like this.

‘Have you heard of us?’ Josh asked. ‘I think so.’ I said, ‘I recognise the name so I’m guessing I have listened to a few.’ Sam smirked, ‘Well I hope we are to your liking Miss England, god knows what you are listening to over there.’ He got up again and offered everyone another drink, I agreed and he brought me another beer.

We all sat chatting for the next couple of hours, the guys seemed to like me well enough and we had been laughing at Sam’s jokes. I had learned that Josh and Jake were twins, Sam was there younger brother and Danny was their best friend but a brother from now close they all are. I had a strong buzz going now and began to open up more with them when we were talking. Jess had text me about an hour ago to say she would be collecting me in the next hour and we can get ready for dinner. I heard my phone go off and assumed it was Jess again picked if up to check.

Ezra

‘Did you get my text? Or are you just ignoring me again? We need to talk, ring me.’

I quickly took a breath and put my phone away, Josh came and sat on the edge of the sofa closer to me. His breath smelled like whisky when he spoke. ‘So Fionnuala.’ He said, exaggerating the way he said my name. I smirked and leaned in. ‘Yes, Josh?’ He smiled at me, ‘So, what does the name mean? I don’t think that is Scottish from what I know.’ I smiled and sighed, ‘It’s Irish, my dads Irish but my mum is English. They wanted to keep to his roots.’ He nodded along when I spoke, ‘It means fair shoulder, they thought it was pretty.’ I leaned back, beginning to feel a little dizzy from the beer. The other guys were all sitting around laughing at something Sam had said. ‘I like it, very humble if I do say.’ Josh said, he was still leaning forward at me while he spoke. ‘Wait till you hear my middle name.’ I said sipping the last of my beer and placing the bottle on the table. ‘Oh, do tell.’ I looked over at him and rolled my eyes, at that moment Jess walked in and shook her head when she saw the amount of bottles placed around.

‘Jess!’ Sam said standing and bowing, ‘We love Flo!’ He walked over to me and placed his hands on my shoulder. ‘I can see that! We are meant to be getting dinner in the next hour and you have a show, so I suggest you drink some water before you can’t perform. And give me my assistant back.’ She walked over and took my hand, ‘Let’s go.’ She laughed when I smiled up at her and stood. ‘Well, thank you for having me guys! I guess I will see you tomorrow for some design.’ I began to walk out, Jess had put her arm around my shoulder. ‘Wait! You didn’t tell me your middle name!’ Josh called out while leaning back on the sofa. I looked back and smirked, ‘Another story for another day.’ I called back. He giggled loudly and the other guys started chatting to him demanding to know what was gonna on.

‘I’m guessing that went well!’ Jess said while we slid into the car. ‘Very! I think they like me, they wanted to see designs but I told them to wait until we had a proper meeting tomorrow over it. They added me to a group chat to send me their ideas so I can work on them while we are apart.’ I said, I leaned back into the seat and took a few deep breaths. I could feel the buzz the alcohol gave me with my head feeling heavy. Jess laughed and patted my shoulder, ‘I knew they would! They guys do like to drink, so you better get used to it. They love drinking before shows and after.’ She said pulling into the car park. ‘I saw! I like to drink but they have another level of drinking.’ Jess mimicked my accent and laughed with me. ‘Let’s get to dinner Flo, and we can have a good girly talk.’

An hour later me and Jess are sat in a cute Italian restaurant eating some pasta, the place was cute with dim lights and music playing softly over speakers. The pasta was delicious while she talked to me about her husband and how she hates leaving him for tours but he knows she loves her work. ‘I miss him, you know? But I think space is good and it’s important that we both have our own interests and work. We don’t have kids, but we both decided we aren’t children people and our lives are fulfilled already.’ She said, I nodded and asked her a few questions about him and his work. She told me he is a writer, and loves writing horror stories and comes to a few shows in Europe for a few days so they can travel and see each other. ‘So, you don’t have to tell me, but who was the text from? What’s the story?’

I sighed, thinking about how to tell his story. ‘So, it’s a long one.’ I looked at her and she nodded, encouraging me to go on.

‘He is an ex. His name is Ezra. We dated for about 3 years when I left uni, we met at some pub and bonded over our love of beer. It started off great, we liked the same clothes, movies, music and I fell in love. It quickly went downhill, it started with petty arguments over silly things and went into full blown screaming matches. He got jealous easily, and hated me having friends and not spending time with him. Eventually I was cut off completely from my friends and family, and he made me feel like I needed him. I needed the relationship, and if I didn’t have him no one else would love me. The first time he hit me was halloween and we went to a pumpkin patch and when we got home he said I flirted with some farmer guy when paying for the pumpkins. I know now it was wrong but then, when I was in there I thought I had done something wrong. From there it became almost daily, over small things like the washing up or being home late from work. Eventually, I realised what was happening after a particularly bad incident and left. I packed my bag and left in the middle of the night, I went to Orla’s after not speaking to her for years and she took me in and acted like we hadn’t not spoken for years because of him. This was about 7 months ago, right as I applied for this. He stopped contacting me a few weeks after I left but now he’s back.’ I took a deep breath after to clam myself, and looked at Jess.

She was staring at me, in shock and took my hand over the table. ‘I am so sorry you went through that, you deserve more than that and I am here if you need me.’ She said, I smiled at her and looked down trying not to cry. ‘Thank you.’ And that was that, we quickly changed topic and she started talking about how she is excited to show me America.

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 !

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i'm a long time rper looking to get back into rping. i always rp'd on a website called quotev and since it's now strict rules against roleplaying i'm trying to find another text-based roleplay platform. i'm looking for a very descriptive and aesthetic long term rp. i have a list of fandoms or i'd love to do an original plot. all of my roleplays include romance at one point or another. i write heavy nsfw and dark topics and i prefer writing smut in rps. i do prefer to double up as i tend to always have a fxm pairing and i prefer to play the female. i have not problems play any pairing, gender, or sexuality for your side if we do double up.

rules

3rd person pov

minimum 3 paragphs per rp character

must be comfortable with nsfw topics

aesthetics are a bonus

if we double up for original rps we each make our own love interests.

plot plot plot! i want to be invested in our storyline i'm open to discussion and brainstorming throughout our rp!

i currently mainly rp on a website called black dahlia roleplay because it lets me write however much i want and is great for making character templates and bios. i prefer rping on that website but please message me if you preferred a different way, my main concern is that i like writing a lot which is why websites like discord don't tend to work well for me. check out black dahlia roleplay!

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supernatural - dean winchester

supernatural cast rp - jensen ackles

the mortal instruments - jace herondale (book only)

the infernal devices - will herondale

twilight - edward cullen

that 70's show - stephen hyde

ouran high school host club - tamaki suoh

death note - light

yuri on ice - yuri x viktor

spyxfamily - twilight

final fantasy xiv - g'raha tia, hythlodeus, emet selch, thancred

bands - falling in reverse, green day, the beatles, greta van fleet, queen, bon jovi, led zeppelin, metallica, avenged sevenfold, my chemical romance, +ask for more these are the main ones

𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬

classic plots

nsfw heavy plots

[wildrangers]

Hi!! This is your winter fic exchange anon. I have a few questions for you:

1. So based off of the players and themes you selected (Nico Hischier. Quinn Hughes. William Nylander. Matt Boldy. Connor Dewar. Joel Eriksson Ek. Mason Shaw. Kirill Kaprizov. Cale Makar. Jack Hughes. Elias Pettersson. Andrei Svechnikov. Trevor Zegras. Ryan Lindgren. Alexis Lafreniere. K'Andre Miller. Dougie Hamilton. fluff, smut (18+ only), angst - with a happy ending. Reader Insert or OC), do you have a specific set preferences in mind (Ex. you would really prefer if I wrote for Cale Makar/you would prefer anything fluff) or could I just pick any of these things for the story?

2. I like to write based off of songs so do you have any specific songs (or artists) in mind or could I pick any song?

3. Do you prefer for the fic to be set in the winter, around Christmas or New Years or any other winter holiday, or it doesn’t matter to you when the story is set?

4. Do you like 3+1 or 4+1 stories?

5. Do you like already established relationship stories or do you prefer a story that establishes the relationship?

Thank you :)

Hi!! I’m so excited to see what you come up with 🥰

1. So I put a ton of people to make it easier for her to match me up with someone. I’d say my top 5 would be Nico, Cale, Quinn, William, and Joel but again anyone on that list works too. I don’t really have a preference for type of fic as long as it’s resolved at the end. I slightly prefer reader insert but OC would be great too!

2. I LOVE THIS. I am a huge Swiftie but also enjoy Greta Van Fleet, Florence and the Machine, Harry Styles, and Maggie Rogers. If you’re not familiar with those artists though, that’s totally cool and you can surprise me with a different artist/song.

3. Id prefer it to have a winter setting but it doesn’t have to be holiday specific or a huge focal point.

4. YES LOVE THESE

5. I love both equally. I tend to write stories that establishes relationships so I’m always impressed when writers can create an established relationship right off the bat. Whatever your heart desires ☺️

Let me know if any more questions pop up!

[geminisecrets]

Bad Habit

Warnings:  18+ ONLY! NSFW! Explicit sexual content, coarse language, oral sex, smut, unprotected sex, alcohol, jealousy kink, mentions of weed.

Word Count: 6.7K

Summary: jealous Sam idk that's pretty much it lol. aka the one where jake unintentionally helps you get laid

Authors Note: Listennnnn it took us a long time to post this because we had a bit of writers block, we also had a show and quite the trip planned around it, so it's been crazy. But, we hope you enjoy this jealous Sam fic hehe

Y’all are super duper fuckin rad for telling us what you think about our stuff. ☯️

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“A little faster, baby.” I beg breathlessly. Sam obediently quickens the pace of his middle and ring fingers as they stroke that spot inside me. Lazily, his tongue licks between my lips, stopping every so often to flick his tongue over my clit. “Just like that.” 

“God, you look so fucking hot like this.” He groans into my pussy, his hips rocking into the mess of sheets and pillows under him. 

“So do you.” I mumble, gazing down at him as his tongue swipes up my center, lips and nose shining wet with my slick. He spits at my clit before going back in to devour me. 

“Lover?” I hear his voice, quiet and soft, call to me. 

“Hmm?” I hum, incredibly distracted by the way the scruff of his facial hair is tickling my thighs. 

“You know how we’re going to Hawaii in two weeks?” He asks.

“Mhm.” 

“Remember how Josh and his girlfriend begged to tag along? And we said yes?” 

“I agreed to it only if you promised to do the laundry for a month, but yes–” my voice catches as another wave hits me. “Why? Why are we talking about your brother right now?” I grimace. 

“Well, Jake found out…” he mutters, face still between my thighs. I groan and push him back a little, mood completely ruined at this point. 

“Samuel Fransis Kiszka… did you think you could soften the blow of this news with sex?” I begin to say, as Sam looks up at me with his doe eyes, pleading with me guiltily. 

He ignores the question.“Josh and I felt bad for leaving him out. I had to invite him, Sunshine.” There’s a pause as he anticipates my response, but I’m waiting, eyebrows raised, for further explanation. He peppers wet, sucking kisses across my thighs and up to my belly button in an attempt to lighten the mood again, but to no avail. “It’s just that he’s been in such a slump since he broke up with–”

“I know, I know.” I agree. See, I’m torn here. Part of me is pissed. Sam and I had finally found time to go on a trip, just the two of us. This getaway we’ve been looking forward to now included not one, but both of his brothers. Shit, we might as well just invite Danny and make it a family vacation. 

I also feel…warm. Warm because I love that Sam loves his family. He’s always prioritized them and it’s a quality of his I find incredibly endearing. And, I do love Josh and his girlfriend Pepper, and I love Jake and want him to get out of his own head for a week. 

“Fuck it. The more the merrier,” I roll my eyes teasingly at him, reaching for the back of his head and guiding it between my legs. He returns my smile and reattaches his lips to my clit, arms wrapping around my legs to keep them from clamping shut over his ears. “We'll circle back to this conversation later,” I breathe out. With the feeling of victory he has from me taking the news better than he thought, his vigor ramps up. His fingers curl inside me with purpose and determination as his lips suction onto my core, tongue drawing circles against the spot just above my clit. “I’m close, Sam. Don’t stop,” and before I can even take another full breath, I’m cumming around his fingers. 

As I come down, Sam slips his fingers into his mouth and then wipes them on the leg of his sweatpants. “Shower with me, Sunshine?” He asks, getting to his feet and reaching a hand out for me. I take it, padding barefoot behind him into the bathroom, legs still a little wobbly from the orgasm he’d given me. I reach into the shower and turn the left nozzle, warming up the water as he grabs two towels from the closet next to the sink.  

“You know I think you’re going to regret inviting your brothers on this trip.” I smile, wrapping my arms around Sam’s torso from behind and meeting his eyes as in the mirror as the steam from the hot water already starts to fog up our reflection. 

“Why’s that?” He asks, running his wooden handled paddle brush through the long tresses of his hair, wincing when he catches a snag. I let my hands roam the expanse of his bare chest and stare at the long column of his neck as he swallows, eyes now following the path my hands are taking. 

“I think you know why.” I smirk, biting his shoulder, my eyes finally meeting his again. 

“We’ll have our own room, beautiful.” He reminds me, turning in my arms to face me, placing his hands delicately on my cheeks.

“In a shared bungalow, handsome.” I sneer, teasing. Sam’s head lolls back as he lets out a groan, chuckling lightly. 

“I’m sorry, okay, you know how Josh gets with planning and shit and he begged for this place.” He explains. “It’s supposed to be a dream inside with an incredible view.” 

“I’m not really the one who should be worried anyway, am I?” I lean in, pressing a kiss to the hollow at the base of his neck. “You’re the loud one.” I smirk against his skin as I feel his chest vibrate under me, the howl of his laugh making me giggle in tandem. 

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“I think my ass is going to be asleep for the rest of my life.” Jake groans as we step off of the plane and out into the humid, sticky, Hawaiian air. Immediately, we’re peeling layers off. Sweatshirts and cardigans are being tied around waists and hung over forearms as we saunter through the airport, following signs to baggage claim. After being cramped up in a plane for eleven hours, we’re all happy to be stretching our legs. 

The taxi ride to our bungalow is longer than we anticipated, so by the time we all get inside, I’m sideswiping my friends to get to the bathroom. It just so happens to be in the bedroom right off the living room. 

“Guess we’ll take that bedroom.” I hear Sam laugh, following me. 

“Pepper and I will take the loft then!” Josh shouts, practically running up the stairs, his girlfriend close behind. 

“No way. I get the couch bed? All to myself? How’d I get so lucky?” Jake teases, flopping onto the plush white linen of the rather large couch in the living room.

“Best bed in the house for the best brother I have.” Sam says, joining him on the couch. 

“I heard that!” Josh yells from above. I join Sam and Jake on the couch, fitting into the space they’ve left between them as I cuddle into Sam’s side, feet tucked under Jake’s leg and start to drift off to sleep, jetlag hitting me like a ton of bricks.

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The clock is just ticking past seven in the morning when there’s a pounding on our door. I quickly cover my naked body with the sheets and before I know it, Josh is waltzing into the bedroom. “Wake up! We’ve got beaches to see!” He beams, sunlight radiating from behind him, causing me to roll over and pull the blanket up a little higher over my head. 

“We’re on vacation,” Sam mumbles, tossing in the sheets and covering his face with a pillow. I feel his hand reach out for me under the covers and I give it a squeeze.  

“Come on you lazy bastards, Jake made breakfast and Pepper’s too nice to eat without you. We’re starving.” Josh responds. 

When I hear the door click shut, I peak my head over the covers and stretch the sleep out of my muscles. I expect a good morning kiss from Sam. The same good morning kiss I’ve received every morning since we've been together. But when I roll to my head to the left, Sam’s walking into the ensuite bathroom, phone is his hand, typing away. 

“Excuse you?” I feign offense, although I’m not sure how feigned it really is. His head whips up to look back to me as though he’d forgotten there was even anyone else in the room. He hums in question and furrows his eyebrows, waiting for me to go on. “Are you forgetting something?” I ask, sitting up further.

“Course not, Sunshine.” He shakes his head, walking back over to my side of the bed to plant a kiss on my lips. It’s a peck. Not nearly as slow or soft as I wish it was and I find myself leaning forward, chasing his lips as he pulls away, retreating into the bathroom. 

Sam and I make our way out of the bedroom, half clothed and still half awake. When we turn the corner into the kitchen, we find Jake in a tiny apron, spatula in hand, and I can’t help but laugh at the sight of him. 

“What’s so funny?” Jake asks me, head whipping around, tapping the spatula to the palm of his hand. 

“Nothing, I just never thought I’d live to see the day where you're living out your housewife fantasy,” I mock. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. It’s funny now, but wait until you taste these pancakes.” He boasts. “Un-fucking-real.”

Eventually, we all get ready, and load up the rental car– a lovely 2012 Toyota Sienna.

“Ahhh, the champagne of cars,” Jake chides, sitting in the third row backseat, palms resting on the headrests of the captains chairs in front of him. 

“You’re telling me you don’t think you could pull any women in this thing?” Sam asks, slapping the leather seat. 

“Oh, the car has nothing to do with the ability I have to pull women, Samuel.” Jake huffs.

Jake has always had a multitude of women at his reach, everyone always wants a piece. He’s been like that ever since I’ve known him and from what I've heard, ever since he was a teenager. Jake is the perfectly dangerous mix of meekly charming and confidently sexy. 

I met Jake while he was working at the cafe on campus when we were both in college. We became friends quickly. He was with another girl at the time but he had a way of making you feel like you were the most important person in the world when he was talking to you. He’s incredibly easy to naturally gravitate toward, but damn, he keeps his walls up high. It makes him practically unreachable. 

I’ve seen many women come and go from his life over the years that I’ve been with Sam. They all have the same mindset of, “Oh, I can change him,” but they never last. After I was introduced to Sam, everything else was history. I don’t even know if Jake remembers the stage in life where he unknowingly had me wrapped around his finger. 

The drive to the beach is embarrassingly short. We really could have walked, but the resort is huge and we didn't want to chance getting lost. As we pull up to the white sand, I feel unbridled joy bubble up inside me. 

Once we finally set up camp on the beach, the sunscreen is being applied, the drinks start flowing and the music coming from the speaker at the little tiki bar behind us is setting the perfect vibe for the day. 

After about an hour in the sun, I start to squirm. “Fuck, it’s hot.” I whine from my lounge chair. Shifting on my side to face Sam’s chair and sliding my sunglasses down my nose, I ask, “swim with me?” He doesn’t answer at first and I almost think he’s asleep before he shrugs and says,

“Maybe in a bit.” 

“I’ll go in with you.” Jake offers from his spot on the other side of his brother. Josh and Pepper end up following too. 

After a dip in the ocean, with everyone but Sam, we all make our way back to the beach. Sam has moved from his chair to the shade of the beachside bar. I walk over to him, still soaking wet and wrap my arms around his neck, soaking him and smacking a kiss to his cheek. 

“Fuck, you’re freezing.” He hisses and winces, pulling away from me. 

“Why are you being such a grump?” I ask, trying to get a feel for exactly what happened between last night and this morning to put him in such a piss-poor mood. 

“I’m not being– I’m fine.” He pushes his sunglasses off his nose and rests them in his hair. “It’s just hot.” 

“Yeah, so the cool thing about the beach is that there’s this huge body of water you can go in to cool off.” I tease, still trying to lighten the mood. 

“What a strange, new concept.” He snides, grabbing his drink and shuffling past me back to the lounge chairs to join the others. I audibly huff out a humorless laugh and roll my eyes as I turn to the bartender. 

“I’ll take a mojito please.”

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Sam's phone is repeatedly going off, text, after text, after text and he’s checking it like a fourteen year old girl checks the Snapchat notifications from her crush. 

“Jesus, who is that? Your wife?” I ask, only half joking, reaching for the phone only intending to put it on silent. 

Sam reaches for it as I do, our hands colliding. “Umm…” He gulps, looking at me, “It’s–” He doesn't have to say her name before I see it on the screen. 

“Oh.” I say. “What does she want this time?” I question, trying to play it as cool as possible. Sam gestures for me to read the messages myself. I type in his password and start scrolling through the dozens of text messages, the first one coming in last night around midnight. 

All I’m seeing as I skim are keywords like “hospital” and “again” and “new medication” and “so depressed” and “I miss you guys”, “I’m here when you’re ready”–you get the point. 

That incredibly familiar, complicated feeling of jealousy and hurt washes over me. This isn’t the first time that this has happened. Sam’s ex-girlfriend slides back into his messages every few months or so. Sam being the kind and generous guy that he is, always responds. Politely telling her that she needs to move on, etc. But, there’s so much more to it than what you’re probably thinking. There’s a history there that dates back much further than I can even put a date to. A history that involves a myriad of mental health crises, mood disorders and deeply unhealthy attachment styles. 

We’ve had this conversation multiple times. So many hours spent arguing and discussing and crying. I have love for her too. She was my friend too and I want the best for her, but Sam can’t be her security blanket anymore. The last time we talked about this we’d both agreed that he would stop responding to her cries for help. She has good people in her life, she has a solid therapist and a loving family. Sam doesn’t need to be her savior anymore. 

What’s frustrating me is that he’s clearly giving in once again. I don’t know if it’s his savior complex or if he’s trying to hurt me for some reason, but I’m tired of it. 

After a full day on the beach, we decide it’s time for dinner. We’re all tired, sunburnt, and starving, so we pile up in the minivan as Josh drives us back to the bungalow. 

Exhausted, we decided to stop for dinner on the way home instead of going back out later. As we shuffle in the house, everyone drops their beach bags by the door and heads straight for the showers. Clean and lazy and still a little jet lagged, I join Jake on the couch. He reaches for the TV remote and picks out the movie, ‘50 First Dates’.

 “Hawaii. Very cliche,” I say, huffing out a laugh. 

“I feel as though it’s mandatory”, he responds. 

Meanwhile, Sam is typing frantically on his phone in the arm chair across the room, not muttering a word. He’s been like this since we left the beach. I try my hardest to ignore it, because I know exactly what he’s doing– feeding into his ex’s bullshit yet again. 

About halfway through the movie, Josh and Pepper break off to head to bed for the night, leaving Sam who is still glued to his phone, Jake who is glued to the TV, and myself, sitting awkwardly on the couch, bored, irritated, and tense. How many times are we going to have this fight? How many times am I going to sit here feeling guilty for being pissed off? 

“Holy shit, where did that bruise come from?” Jake asks, pulling me out of my thoughts. 

“Huh?” I ask, following his gaze to my thigh. 

“Right there.” He emphasizes his point by poking his finger into the reddish-purple spot on my skin. 

“Ouch, fuck!” I laugh, pulling away. “It must’ve been when I wiped out during our failed body surfing attempt today.” I grimace as I poke the edges of the bruise myself, assessing the damage. “I bruise so easily, I didn’t even notice it.” I chuckle, looking up to Sam. “Did you, babe?” 

Silence. He’s in another world over there. “Sam.” I say, directly. 

“Hmm?” He hums, head lolled back against the armchair, eyes on the glowing screen in his lap. 

“Did you notice this bruise?” I ask. Finally, he looks over to me but not for more than half a second before he’s preoccupied again. 

“No, I didn’t. Looks gnarly.” He states, deadpan, mind clearly elsewhere. 

“Do you want some ice or something?” Jake asks and I feel heat rise to my cheeks in embarrassment. Something about Jake noticing, taking the time to care about something as menial as a bruise I didn’t even feel until he touched it, when my boyfriend could not seem to care any less, is humiliating to me. 

“No, no I’m fine.” I brush it off. “I’m sure it’ll be yellow by the morning.” Jake nods in agreement but I can feel that he’s not convinced in the way his eyes linger on my skin. I feel it then, the flame, flicker, ember, even, of heat in my belly as his eyes drag down the length of my leg when he thinks I’m not watching. When he looks up to my face, his eyes flash wide for a second and he tries to hide a smile, turning back to watch the movie I know none of us are paying attention to. I can’t help but smile back before mimicking his actions and facing the screen. 

I’m not overly proud of my next move, but it does eventually get me exactly what I want. 

“Maybe that wipeout hit me harder than I thought.” I groan, reaching up to squeeze my shoulder muscle. Jake looks back over to me. “There’s a knot the size of a fucking baseball here.” I laugh. “Feel this.” I scoot closer to him on the couch. Without hesitation, he reaches over and gently digs his thumb into my deltoid. “No, here.” I reach for his hand and guide it closer to my neck. I press his fingers into the flesh there and watch as his eyebrows furrow. 

“Jesus, it’s like a rock.” He notes. I drop my hand and he continues to poke into the muscle with the tips of his fingers. I hiss when he rolls his fingers over the tendon. “Shit, sorry.” He pulls his hand away. 

“No–” I reply, maybe a little too enthusiastically, grabbing his wrist. Jake’s eyes widen again, this time in humor as my grip tightens on him. “Don’t stop.” I say, eyes flashing to Sam who is now sitting up a little straighter in his chair. 

It’s fun to make Sam squirm every once in a while. We’ve played this game before. He’ll make a comment about our server when we’re out or I’ll blow a kiss to a stranger. It always ends in explosive sex when we get home, or on the rare occasion, before we get home. It is, after all, harmless. Harmless in the sense that they’re always strangers and the intent is never malicious. It’s always more of a dare when we’re drunk or feeling brave. This feels a little different. Like I’m breaking the rules. 

As Jake massages my muscles, I start to really get into it, tossing my head to the side and letting out soft, faint noises of relief. It’s as I glance up at Sam and then back to Jake that he finally gets exactly what’s going on here and decides to feed into it further. He purses his lips around a grin and squints his eyes at me, shaking his head. 

“Why don’t you lie down on your stomach and I’ll tickle your back for you,” Jake offers. I slowly move myself down to the floor, making sure not to lock eyes with Sam. I lie on my chest and pull a throw pillow from the couch down to rest my head on. This isn’t so strange. We’ve been friends for years. Platonic back rubs, hair braiding, even the odd cuddle on the couch isn’t out of the ordinary for our friend group, but again, we all know this is different.  

Sam, still not uttering a word, continues to scroll through his phone but begins to look up at us every so often. I can feel his eyes on me, flashing questions, but I never meet his stare. He knows what I’m doing, but how far can I push him? 

I expect Jake to take a seat next to me, but he ups the ante just that much more when he straddles me, each leg falling to the side of my hips. I can feel him grind down on me as he tries to get a little more comfortable. I can see Sam’s face from this angle but I close my eyes, really giving into the facade. 

His fingers start to trace lightly up and down on my back. “Go a little slower, but a tad bit deeper Jakey,” I quietly breathe out, falling into a trance. He does as I say, slowing down his movement but digging his fingertips in a little harder.  “Feels kind of like deja vu.” 

“Are you talking about the night after Emma’s party when we crashed together in the guest room?” Jake laughs. 

I giggle at the thought. The night he’s referring to was a little (a lot) less sexy than he’s making it out to be, but there is a resemblance. After smoking too much pot and nearly greening out, I felt a panic attack coming on so Jake and I slept in the guest room. He rubbed circles on my back to help ground and calm me. I didn’t even know Sam at the time. 

“Here.” Jake says as he scoots back a bit and pulls my shirt up exposing my bare back. I didn't put a bra on after my shower and I think it catches him a bit off guard. His confidence falters as he clears his throat but lets his hands continue to wander, fingers drawing patterns on my skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

At this point Sam is staring daggers into us. I can see his chest rising and falling and I chance a look up at his face. His eyes aren't on mine, however they’re burning holes into his brother’s hands as they roam my skin. 

Feeling like we’ve taken this just about as far as we can aside from literally fucking in front of Sam, Jake moves to lay down on the floor beside me and I throw an arm out by his head, signalling for him to rest there. He scoots closer then, head in the crook of my elbow, eyes back on the TV. When I look back up to Sam, he’s finally put his phone down. He’s staring down at us from the armchair, his eyes nothing but slits as he gives me a disapproving scowl. 

“So, is this why you agreed to come to Hawaii with us?” Sam asks Jake. His words come out a curt and bitey, though I know he’s trying to stay casual. 

A smile brims his lips before his eyes slowly flutter open to respond. “I was thinking about making my move. Been thinking about it for years.” I know he’s only saying it as a jab to Sam, but something about the way he lifts up on his elbow, head in his hand, looking down at me, makes my stomach twist. Sam scoffs out a laugh. 

“We all know you had your chance years ago.” Sam mocks, standing now, stretching his arms over his head. The sliver of skin between his low slinging sweatpants and his t-shirt peeks out. I can’t help but look and of course he catches me. Damnit. The smirk he’s wearing pisses me off again and I shift up onto my elbows as well, looking over to Jake and our faces are less than a foot apart at this point.

“I don’t know, I could be persuaded into a polygamist situation.” I shrug, looking up at Sam now. “You’re always talking about how I’m so gullible I could find myself in a cult accidentally. Who's to say I don’t start one myself and get me a few brother husbands.” 

Jake tosses his head back and bellows out a laugh. “Brother husbands.” He repeats, tossing an arm around my neck and squeezing me into his side. “Whaddaya say Sammy, would you share with your big brother?” With his other hand he takes my jaw in his grasp and squeezes my face firmly, but gently until my lips pucker. “Don’t we look cute together?” He asks, pressing his cheek to mine. 

Meanwhile, Sam has lost any and all ability to ‘stay cool.’ He’s never been good at hiding his emotion or masking the way he really feels. He wears his heart on his sleeve and comes by his emotions honestly. Good or bad. 

“Cute isn't really the word that's coming to mind, no.” He grits, the smile on his face is so fake, it’s almost cartoonish. Jake’s grip on my face loosens and his hand wanders down to my stomach, laying it there casually as he continues, as if it’s the way we always touch each other. 

“Cute isn’t really a word I’d use to describe her either, if I’m being honest.” Jake says, suggestively, reaching to play with the string on my hoodie, and that does it. The silence is deafening as they stare at one another before,

“I think it’s time we call it a night, we’ve had a long day and could all use some sleep,” Is all I say. I sit forward and reach for Sam to help me up, but he’s already turned his back on me to pick up his phone from the armchair. 

“Here.” Jake says, standing and reaching for my hands. I’m not even fully stood up yet before Sam’s walking through our bedroom door and shutting it behind him. 

“Fuck.” I mutter, guiltily. 

“Maybe that was a bit much.” Jake grins, bumping his hip to mine. 

“Yeah you were laying it on pretty thick there, Jesus Christ.” I joke, shoving his bicep, though he barely stumbles. “If I didn't know better, I’d say you were barely acting at all.” I tease, facing him and walking backward toward the bedroom I share with Sam. 

He says nothing, only stares at me with a look on his face I can only describe as… coy. 

“Goodnight, gorgeous.” He smiles and turns around to make up his couch bed. “And goodluck with Casanova tonight.” I roll my eyes and finally turn to face the wooden door in front of me. The doorknob is in my hand, but it takes every ounce of willpower I have to turn it. 

When I open the door, the lights are all off except for the sliver of light coming from underneath the bathroom door. With a deep breath, I tap lightly on the door and hear a grunt from the other side. “Can I brush my teeth?” I ask softly. He says nothing but swings the door open, shirt off, hair in a messy bun, and toothbrush dangling from his mouth. 

I maneuver past him to the second sink on the counter and grab my toothbrush, starting my night routine in silence. The tension in this bathroom with Sam is painfully thick and I start to wonder if I really did take it too far. “Sam–” I start at the same time he says,

“Fuck you for that, by the way.” 

“Are you– Me?” I ask, toothbrush tipped over abandoned on the counter, toothpaste making a mess. 

“Yeah what the fuck was all that? Are you trying to make my bad day worse?” 

“Your bad day?” I nearly laugh. 

“Stop responding to my questions with questions.” He snides, spitting into the sink and putting his toothbrush into the little cup on the ledge. 

“Sam, can you seriously not see, from my perspective, how fucking miserable I was at the beach when your face was in your phone all day?”

“You think I wanted to be?” He retaliates. “You think I wanted to come on vacation with my favorite people only to be burdened with her shit yet again?”

“Yet again!” I walk past him into the bedroom and flick on the light. “Exactly. Cause we’ve been through this a million fucking times, Sam.” He follows me in and walks over to the bed where he fluffs his pillow and turns down the sheets.

“I promise you, I’m just as sick of it as you are.” He huffs. 

“You’re not the one fighting for affection in this relationship.” I frown, pulling my top over my head and reaching for an oversized tee to throw on for bed. “It fucking sucks.” 

“You say that like you've had to fight for anything at all in this relationship.” He bites. “I’m the one that moved because of your job. I’m the one who gave up my dog because you’re allergic. I’m the–” 

“Okay!” I raise my voice, now standing at my side of the bed. “I get it, Jesus, I’m a horrible nagging wench who clearly should’ve taken Jake up on that offer to hook up four years ago.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I want to swallow them. 

“I fucking knew it!” He laughs. “I knew you were getting off on that shit in the living room.”  

“Are you really putting this back on me?” I start to say as he talks over me.

“You want to fuck my brother don’t you.” He asks, and something about the tone of his voice as he slowly walks around the foot of the bed makes heat shoot through me from my throat down between my legs. He stares, waiting for me to respond as he stalks me like prey. 

“Are you being serious right now?” I ask, but I know the shake in my voice is giving me away. 

“I know you wanted him.” He says, now standing directly in front of me. “You can’t tell me there’s not a touch of that still in there.” He says, his hand slipping up under my t-shirt, finger ghosting along my underwear band. “In here.” 

My breaths start coming a little more sporadically as his eyes bore into mine, his fingers still wandering. 

“There she is,” he says, lips brushing mine. 

“Sam,” I whimper against his mouth as we breathe each other’s air. 

“There’s my girl.” He says. “My girl.” His fingers finally slide into my underwear. 

“Your girl.” I whisper, and just as soon as I feel his fingertips on my clit, they’re gone.

“Oh, so now you want to play nice?” He asks, reaching around me to turn the light off and then flicking on the bedside lamp. “What was all that out in the living room if you’re mine?” 

“I was just trying to get you to pay attention to me.” I nearly whisper. “Wanted you to want me.” 

“And you thought letting my brother put his hands all over you was going to get you what you wanted?” He asks, stepping toward me again, lightly pushing on my shoulders to lay down on the bed.

“That was the goal, yeah.” I smirk, lip between my teeth. 

“Did it feel good?” He asks, pressing his fingertips into the flesh on my shoulder that Jake had massaged just minutes ago. 

“Um..” I begin, not quite sure how to answer. “I mean, yeah my shoulders were pretty tense after a whole day of you stressing me the fuck out.” 

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” He chastises, straddling my hips, hands on either side of my head. “I want to know if you felt it in your pussy when he touched your shoulders.” I audibly moan in response to the boldness of his question. “Answer me, Sunshine.” He says, lips at my ear and hand traveling back down between my legs. 

“I–” I swallow, distracted by the feel of his fingers lightly petting me over my underwear. His teeth sink into my shoulder just enough to sting as he coaxes the confession out of me. “Yes!” I squeal. “Yes, fuck okay, yes it turned me on.” His lips and tongue soothe the area he’d bitten and he kisses down my chest, pulling at the neckline of my t-shirt to get at my breasts. 

His silence stirs up a need in me to explain myself. “All day long.” I start. “All day long, I’ve been thinking about fucking you,” I moan. 

“Is that so?” He asks, lips suctioning around my nipple. “Where, Sunshine?” 

“Everywhere. The beach, the kitchen, the fucking gas station.” 

“The gas station?” He chuckles, teeth grazing the sensitive bud of my opposite nipple. 

“Anywhere, God, is it not crystal fucking clear by now that I’m a slave for your affection? That I’d do anything for it?” I moan, hands gripping his hair to hold him close. 

He lifts his head to look at me and I can’t quite read the emotion on his face. He sits back a little bit and runs his hands under my shirt, lifting it off of me and over my head.  

“Anything?” He asks, hands running all over my body, starting with cupping my cheeks in his hands, down to my throat where he squeezes lightly, his blunt fingernails scraping down my chest, causing me to gasp as his hands squeeze my waist. 

“Anything, Sam.” 

He brings his hand to my mouth and slips two of his fingers past my lips. I swirl my tongue around them and watch his jaw fall open slightly as he watches my mouth. When he pulls them out, he reaches down to push my panties to the side and slide them inside of me. 

“Say it again.” 

“Anything.” I say. “I need you.” His fingers continue to pump in and out of me while his thumb moves to swipe repeatedly over my clit. My back begins to arch and that’s when he stops. 

“Not gonna be that easy,” he grins, standing up and pulling his boxers down and throwing them to the floor. 

“Careful not to wake anyone up with that pretty mouth, angel,” I tease as he crawls back on top of me and positions himself over my face, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me onto his cock. 

I slide him inside of my mouth until I feel him hit the back of my throat. His cock pulses inside my mouth as he begins to moan, gripping my hair harder with each thrust. 

His hips buck into my mouth and his breathing changes, I can taste the precum on my tongue as I circle him around in my mouth, paying special attention to the head the way I know he likes. 

He pulls out of me and before I can even catch my breath, he’s kneeling on the floor, throwing my legs over his shoulders, his mouth at my entrance, fucking into me with his tongue.  

“Fuck, yeah.” I groan, grasping at the sheets. His tongue pushes into me as far as it can go and his nose presses against my clit perfectly. “Oh my God.” I sigh as I rock my hips against his face. He hums his approval, creating the most unholy vibrating sensation through me from the inside out. His hands move to grip my hips, grinding me against his face as his nose slides up and down over my clit. “I’m gonna cum, Sam.” 

And I really should not have warned him because he licks one stripe up and my slit, and pulls away to leave wet trails all over my thighs as he peppers kisses all around me. 

“Careful Sunshine, you’ll ruin the sheets,” he says, as if that’d be solely my fault. 

“Maybe I want to,” I whine as he lies down on the bed next to me. 

“Such a needy little whore for me,” he says with a smoldering look on his face as he wipes his mouth clean. I can do absolutely nothing but moan in response. I love when he talks to me like this, and he knows it. “You wanna be my whore tonight, Sunshine?” He asks, pulling me on top of him. 

“Mmhmmm,” I say.

“Ride me,” he demands as he slaps my ass. I hover above him as he aligns himself with my core, teasing it at my entrance, rubbing my clit with the tip of his cock. 

He grabs me by the hips and slams me on to him, I cry out a moan in response, “fuck!” 

“Shhh shhh, don’t wanna wake ‘Jakey’, now do we?” He says. 

“Shut up,” I say as I continue to bounce up and down on him, watching him squirm below me as if I have the power, knowing full well that I don’t. 

In retaliation, he flips us over. With my knees bent and him in between my thighs, he thrusts himself back into me and picks a pace and rhythm that takes my breath away. 

“You are so fucking perfect.” He says, sweetly peppering kisses against my cheeks and lips, a complete juxtaposition from the way he’s pounding into me so perfectly I think I might have bruises in the morning. He grabs me by the hips and arches my back deeper so I’m not laying completely flat on the bed. 

“You’re so deep, Sam.” I say between gasps as he takes my breath away with each thrust. 

“Can you feel me here?” He asks, pressing into the skin under my belly button, making me squeal. “Jesus, you’re soaked,” He leans over me, then, my knees pressed to both of our chests as he grabs the back of my neck with his right hand, applying pressure to my pulse points. 

“Harder,” I cry out, as he slams into me, fingers squeezing tighter then moving around to my throat. 

“You like that, don’t you?” He teases as his hand grips a little tighter around my throat. I open my mouth to tell him I’m cumming but my orgasm washes over me in breathtaking waves. My hips continue to buck up against his as he grinds down into me until I feel his release inside of me. 

He falls to the side of me, pushing my hair away from my face and peppering the smallest of kisses down my cheek. My eyes flutter closed as I regulate my breathing.

“Hey.” He takes my face in his hands. “You’re right.” I open my mouth to tease him, because, yes. I know I am, but he smiles and beats me to it, clasping a hand over my mouth. “Don’t.” I smile under his hand and he kisses my forehead. “I wished her all the best and blocked her number right before your little stunt out there.” He confesses, reaching around me to turn off the bedside lamp. 

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