#gvfvalentines2025

[katuschka]

Stargazers

Jake Kiszka x f!reader 1.560 words

/#gvfvalentines2025 – watching the stars/

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings (are spoilers): disappointment, Valentine's dinner gone wrong, tension, tooth-rotting fluff, kissing, tears, descriptions of vast spaces, comfort

“Please, just stop it already. I’m here. We’re here. It’s a date. Could you at least stop making those faces?” Jake downed his glass of wine and huffed through his nose. Now it was him making faces.

I tried, but I couldn’t help it. No matter how much I tried to rationalize it and just enjoy myself, I felt disappointed. And – seeing his annoyed face and seeming lack of understanding – almost miserable. He took me to a fancy restaurant – something which I never insisted on. What I really wanted was to spend the day with him. One whole day. Just once! I made the plans, I bought the tickets! All he had to do was to show up. And he did not. 

And thus we ended up eyeing each other sourly over a candlelit dinner. The food was delicious, but we lost our appetite. 

“You know, I even took a day off,” I mumbled reproachfully, while trying to murder the caramelized pear with my fork. 

Jake leaned back on his chair and started tapping his fingers on the table. Clearly, I was making him uneasy. Well, good…

“I already apologized. It was an emergency meeting.” 

“Jake, you’re a rock musician, not a member of a war committee. And the planetarium was much more important than this.” I should have gone alone. If he can prioritize his own obsessions and hobbies, so should I. I had been making compromises all the time. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I know I screwed up. I tried to leave, but they wouldn’t let me. And you know I’m not really into this kind of stuff.” 

By ‘this kind of stuff’ he meant conventional romantic gestures, no doubt. The problem is that I never demanded it in the first place. 

My eyes fell on the bouquet of blood red roses that lay on the table on my right. They were pretty, but I could do without them. What’s the point, anyway? What is it supposed to symbolize… to kill a flower? I already mourned how they would inevitably fade under my watch. Jake knew this about me, and therefore I knew it was a last minute, panicked purchase. “But that’s the point Jake. Me neither. I don’t need expensive wine, and I don’t need you to dress up like that… you look fantastic, by the way.” It made him smirk, but he refused to look at me, and my heart sank. I definitely didn’t want to make him feel like nothing was good enough for me. I just wanted him to understand. “All I wanted was to watch the stars with you,” I added mournfully. 

The sentimental confession contained in that last sentence was like opening the door to all the feelings I had been trying to suppress all day or maybe even longer. I felt suddenly overwhelmed. “Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom.” I left the table perhaps too quickly, but I didn’t want him to see me like that, on the verge of tears. I still wasn’t completely sure they were justified, because Jake DID try to make it right. He DID apologize, and made amends. I just still felt that way. 

When I came back, composed enough to at least try to save the rest of the evening, I found our table already cleared and him standing next to it. I internally braced myself for another round of this passive-aggressive emotional fight, but he just smiled and offered me his hand. 

“Are we leaving? What is this?”

“It’s a surprise. Just please, come with me.” He simply led me to his car, opened the door for me and soon we were on our way to god knows where. I asked him, but he wouldn’t tell me, just mumbled something about Josh ‘mentioning it once and then he remembered’… It didn't make much sense. 

We drove for nearly an hour, leaving the city far behind, spending the whole time pretty much in silence. It was a pleasant kind of quiet, though. Jake was humming something that sounded a bit like Bowie and I just got lost in my thoughts. It was a clear, cloudless night and the muffled sound of the engine almost lulled me to sleep. I barely noticed that we exited the highway…

Jake suddenly stopped in the middle of some field road pretty much in the middle of nowhere. Confused, I watched him turn off the lights, unfasten his seatbelt and get out of the car. He obviously expected me to do the same, because when I didn’t move, he walked around the vehicle and once again opened the door for me. 

“Jake…? You know, if you wanted to get rid of me, you could have just dumped me,” I tried to joke, but I think I must have looked and sounded alarmed, because he took and kissed my hand with a wicked smirk before he motioned to me to follow him outside the car. 

“Nothing like that baby, I’m simply fulfilling your wish.”

I understood what he meant the moment I straightened and looked around… or looked up, to be more precise, since there was nothing around to look at anyway. The sight took my breath away. We were far away from the city lights, so light pollution was significantly lower here. There were almost no trees around. Above us only sky, as the wise man once sang. 

Have you ever really looked at the night sky? I mean REALLY looked at it, as in trying to understand what you’re actually seeing… I’m pretty much a city girl, so my new and growing fascination with the Universe was based mostly on books and documentaries so far. I had seen the stars before, of course, but that was mostly just a few shiny dots on black nothing. The sea of wonders that was now extending above me took my breath away completely. 

All those feelings I had had while learning about planets and supernovas, quasars and different galaxies, it was all multiplied now as I watched the indescribable vastness of space with mixed feelings of awe and happiness and dread…

“Jake…,” I whispered, “this is so beautiful.” My eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness around us, so when I looked at him, I could make out the outline of his profile, illuminated only by the tiny lights above. 

“I knew you’d like it… oh! Wait a minute.” He let go of my hand and disappeared behind the car, only to return a moment later with binoculars and a blanket that he kept folded up under his right arm. 

“It’s not much, but better than nothing. I tried it once…,” he tried to explain as he handed me the binoculars. “See the Pleiades there? We can see just seven of them with the naked eye, but try this.”

I did… and gasped. It felt almost like discovering a brand new reality. I must have spent a few whole minutes staring just at that one “tiny” spot. 

We were not dressed for an outdoor trip like that and I felt my heels sinking into the half frozen, muddy road. I started shivering too. Jake unbuttoned his coat and wrapped us both in it before he spread out the blanket with one swish of his arm and threw it over us. 

I leaned against him and rested my tilted head on his shoulder. It gave Jake an easy access to my exposed neck and he planted a soft kiss on my jugular, making me shiver again. 

���It’s funny how many cute names those coincidental star clusters have… Seven Sisters. They’re so far away from one another and yet they truly look so close from here. Some people call them ‘Chickens’, did you know that?”

“No…” was all I managed to whisper back. 

“Yeah, I think it’s all about making it less frightening and more familiar. When you name something ‘a flock of chicks’, you can forget that in reality, it’s a huge mass of deadly gasses in an inexplicably vast space… It somehow puts it on the same level with our daily reality, making it less irrelevant and mundane.”

It was exactly how I felt, and he was putting it to words. We were so tiny, so insignificant, and yet he meant EVERYTHING to me, simply because he was Jake. My Jake. 

“I think it’s the same with love,” he continued. “Love and hate are complex, abstract ideas, hard to understand sometimes, and often scary. Yet the names we gave them, respectively, make the difference. Pronouncing ‘love’ feels like getting ready for a kiss. But hate? You huff the word through your nose with disgust. We embraced love. We write poems and songs about it, all of it only to disguise the fact that it's a frightening concept...”

“Do I frighten you, Jake?” I asked tentatively.

He kissed my hair and then pressed his lips on my earlobe. “No, not you. You’re real. I can feel your heartbeat. You have a face. And a name. Your mind is a home, and your soul the hearth.”

I didn’t even realize I started crying, not until I could taste the salty tear on my upper lip. Jake held me tight, with his arms wrapped firmly around my shivering body. I was no longer trembling because of the cold. “I love you, too.”

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Valentines Day Fics (2025)

🩷 I will continue to update this as I see Valentine’s Day fics posted but for now— here we are! ❤️

Happy Valentine's Day, my loves!

I'll note whether or not the one shot has smut so if you're trying to avoid it! Otherwise, please please please go support fellow writers with love!

Original Post here | 2024 Valentine's fics here

Stargazers - @katuschka - Jake x Fem Reader - Watching the stars prompt!

PALentine's Day - @edgingthedarkness - Danny x Fem OC - Watching the Night Sky / Best friends - lovers

Anthophile - @seenoversundown - Sam x Fem OC | Sam has a cute day date planned for his lady.

Lonely Hearts Club - @seenoversundown - Danny ft Jake (platonic)

Daringly Yours - @edgingthedarkness - Josh x Male OC | silly, goofy, good times, tooth rotting fluff and love. Maybe a bit of comedic dancing…

Love In Ink - @edgingthedarkness - Jake x Fem OC | Love Notes prompt! - painfully sweet

Movie Night - @sirjaketkiszka - Jake x Fem Reader (18+ Smut) | For Valentine’s Day, you and Jake opt for a movie night—staying in, eating snacks, and enjoying each other’s company. When you pick the movie, Fifty Shades of Grey, you get some ideas…

Lyric - @writingcold - Jake x Fem OC | Music teacher Jake AU! (Strictly Fluff)

Somewhere - @seenoversundown - Josh x Gender Neutral OC | Harper is the opposite of excited for Valentine's Day when Josh is really hiding the best surprise.

Clues To Us - @edgingthedarkness - Sam x Fem OC | Scavenger Hunt Prompt! - Fluff

Good For Me - @seenoversundown - Jake x Fem OC | another Valentine's Day for one of our favorite couples / Fluff (Caravel AU)

Tag me in the replies or DM me if you post/find others that should be added!

[seenoversundown]

🤭 what a way to wake up today!

This was a delicious amount of spice 🤤

Movie Night - Jake Kiszka

“Let me hear you say it.”

Jake Kiszka x Fem!Reader

Summary - For Valentine’s Day, you and Jake opt for a movie night—staying in, eating snacks, and enjoying each other’s company. When you pick the movie, Fifty Shades of Grey, you get some ideas…

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: 18+, sexual content, hands + feet tied, use of blindfold, slight nipple play, oral f!receiving, fingering, unprotected piv sex, multiple orgasms, fast-paced, dirty talking, and briefly proofread.

(Let me know if I missed any.)

Disclaimer: Apologies for any potential spelling errors or grammar mistakes.

a/n - here’s my submission for @seenoversundown ‘s Valentine’s Day writing event!! It was a pleasure to write and to participate ;) Enjoy!! <3

The light from the television flickers across the living room, eliciting shadows behind various pieces of furniture, and casting a soft glow along Jake’s features. It’s Valentine’s Day, and both you and Jake opted for a night in—watching movies together on the couch—with a plethora of Valentine’s Day-themed foods in front of you on the coffee table; a heart-shaped pizza, chocolate-covered strawberries, and cocktails with an absurd amount of grenadine in them. 

Tonight’s movie pick is Fifty Shades of Grey. It’s not peak cinema in the slightest, but you’ve never seen the movies before, and you’re hoping it’s a “so bad that it’s good” situation. 

So far… It’s just bad.

You’ve only just gotten to the part where Anastasia Steele interviews Christian Grey, and you can’t help the chill of secondhand embarrassment that travels down your spine. Jake chuckles beside you, his arm draped over your shoulders and holding you close. 

“You know we can turn it off, right? We don’t have to watch it.” You can hear the “I told you so” smile in his voice. 

In all honesty, it was your idea to watch the movie. You had heard that the films were inspired by the Twilight Saga—a twisted fanfiction version of the movies that you love. Jake swore up and down that you were going to hate it and damn it, you refuse to prove him right. 

“No, no. I was just a little cold, that’s all.” You lie, making Jake blow a quick breath through his nose to suppress his laugh. 

Excruciatingly long minutes pass, and the amount of unbearable groans you need to mask with a subtle cough is staggering. You’ve finally gotten to the part where they sleep together for the first time and… oh.

Oh.

You shift uncomfortably under Jake’s arm, unable to ignore the heat that creeps up your neck and through your limbs. You can see why so many people enjoy the film. It’s… certainly something. Jake must notice the shift in your body temperature as you feel his hold on you loosen while his watchful eyes glance over at you. 

If you’re not mistaken, you feel as though tension thickens between the two of you, your bodies no longer relaxed. Instead, you’ve stiffened, your thighs clenching together as you watch the scene play out. 

Sure, your sex life with Jake is not exactly “vanilla,” but what is being shown before you is… intriguing. Your gaze travels over to Jake’s side profile; his jaw is clenched, his nostrils flared, and his eyes locked on the screen. His breathing has changed as well—instead of his relaxed shallow breaths, his chest rises and falls deeper the longer he watches. 

Your mind wanders for a bit—imagining how you might react in a situation like that with Jake. How much you’d enjoy it…

Your thighs rub together, unexpected arousal rushing to your core the more you think about it… being tied up by Jake… being blindfolded by Jake… being spanked—

“You alright?” Jake’s voice pulls you from your inappropriate thoughts. His arm is no longer around you, but the same hand is now gripping your thigh, halting your movements. Was it that obvious?

Clearing your throat, you swiftly nod while readjusting your posture to sit straighter. The scene is long gone and you can’t seem to focus on anything else happening in the movie. Jake doesn’t let up, though. His hand remains on your thigh, the warmth of his palm combating with the searing heat of your intrigue. 

“Hey, Jake…” Your voice is small; shy.

“Yes, baby?” His head is quick to turn and look at you, his eyes searching your features. The dim glow of the TV nearly hides the pigmented hue of maroon painted on your cheeks—your pupils dilated and lips parted. 

You’re nervous about asking Jake your question. He would never judge you, and by his anticipating stare, he’s hoping you’re going to say what he wants to hear. 

“Would you…” Your teeth gnaw on your bottom lip nervously, finding the words. “Would you ever try that? With me?” 

His eyes shift to the screen, and back to you before a smirk pulls at his lips. “Yeah, I would.” 

A flutter tickles your lower belly, and you can’t help but notice the way Jake’s eyes grow darker—more hungry—when he feels your thighs twitch under his touch. 

“Is that what you’re thinking about, baby?” He questions, grabbing the remote beside him and pausing the movie. You’re entirely unaware of how far along you’ve gotten, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Jake removes his hand from your thigh, replacing his arm on the back of the couch, behind you. His body turns toward you, his attention undivided as he observes you. “You want me to do that to you? Hm? Tie you up? Blindfold you? Do whatever I want to you?” 

Your jaw falls slack as the words melt from his tongue, the heat between your thighs becoming intense—unbearable. 

You eagerly nod. 

“Let me hear you say it.” He urges. It’s as if a switch has been turned on, his demeanor completely different from just a moment ago. Your throat goes dry, and a thick swallow is unable to help your case. 

“Please, Jake.” Your voice is barely a whisper, your body gravitating toward him with your faces just inches apart. “Tie me up. Blindfold me. I don’t care. Do whatever you want to me.”

It’s pathetic how desperate your tone is, with a drawn whine lacing your words. Jake smiles wickedly at your pleas, his black pupils conquering the warm brown of his irises. 

“Wait here.” He instructs before lifting himself off the couch and rushing toward the hallway of your shared apartment where the bedroom resides. 

You sit in anticipating silence, carefully listening as you hear shuffling and muffled noises coming from the hall. Only a couple of minutes pass before he returns, standing before you and holding his hand out for you to take. No words are exchanged as your hand falls into his. You peel yourself off of the cushions and follow closely behind him. 

He leads you to the bedroom, which is dimly lit by a handful of burning candles on various surfaces, including the nightstand, dresser, and desk. 

You would consider it romantic if you weren’t thinking about the unholiest of things. 

Your eyes scan the bed and you notice a few modifications. In the short time Jake had been in here, he skillfully tied four silk pillow sheets to each corner of the bed frame.

He pulls you to stand in front of him, facing away from the bed now. The look in his eye is threatening, and it unsettles you; unaware of what he’s planned in such short notice. You swallow thickly, waiting for him to kiss you—or touch you—it doesn’t matter. 

“Get on the bed.” He demands, nudging his head toward the mattress that waits behind you. Slowly, you step back, your eye contact with him unbreaking. When you feel the wooden bed frame against the back of your thighs, you stop. Carefully, you climb backward onto the plush bed, watching as Jake’s eyes take in your cautious maneuver. 

He instinctively licks his lips, like a predator stalking its prey. You feel small under his watchful gaze—the way his eyes undress you, copious thoughts flashing before them, with a devious smirk displaying on his plump lips when he decides his plan of action. 

Once your upper back presses against the pillows, you pause, propping yourself up on your elbows and forearms, with your chin tucked into your chest—waiting for instruction. 

“Jake—” Your voice is barely a whisper, silently begging him for anything. 

“Strip.” He says the singular word with such intensity, almost impatient. 

Unhurriedly, you sit up, grabbing the bottom hem of your shirt and lifting it over your head. Jake’s eyes grow darker, if it’s even possible. You continue at a tantalizing pace, hooking your fingers into the elastic waistband of your Valentine’s Day-themed pajama pants. His breathing visibly grows heavier, nearly choking on his gulp when the matching lingerie set you bought for him is in full view, carelessly tossing your discarded clothes elsewhere.

You knew either way you’d be under the covers with him—exchanging heavy breaths, muttered pleas, and roaming hands—by the end of the day, but somehow, it felt all the more fitting at this very moment. 

“All this for me, baby?” He asks, knowing the answer.

You nod timidly, feeling a sense of exposure from the way he crosses his arms over his chest, observing your compromising appearance. It’s as if he’s taking a mental picture of you laying there—your hair spilling over the pillows, your thighs clenched together to provide any sort of relief, and your plump breasts begging to be released from the confines of the sheer bralette with every rise of your chest. 

“Always for you.” You admit, growing impatient with his lack of urgency. 

The pleading look on your face must be a dead giveaway because he finally moves, stepping around the bed to your right side. Without a word, he grabs your wrist, prompting you to lay back and fully sink into the mattress. Using his other hand, he tugs on the silk pillow sheet to ensure its security, before bringing your hand to it. Gently, he loops the soft material around your wrist, creating a semi-loose knot around it. It’s tight enough that you can’t undo it yourself, but not enough to cause any irritation. 

He takes his time walking to the other side of the bed, repeating the same technique on your left wrist. You observe him intently, your legs gently writhing from the heat that pools in your core. The anticipation is killing you—watching him move leisurely like he has all night—and he does. 

Jake spares you just a few glances, his attention solely on tying you up. You’re almost entirely at his mercy, your arms now outstretched above you, completely useless to you. Excitement settles in your gut, nervousness following closely behind. 

He makes his way to the end of the bed, admiring your exposed position; hands tied up, legs crossed, and chest heaving with suspense. 

“Open your legs for me.” He instructs, his hooded eyes inspecting your every move. 

Hesitating, you uncross your legs, spreading them only slightly and keeping a small bend to your knees. Jake has seen you in many positions, but none like this one. Usually, he’d be on you; his body caging yours in, his lips on your skin, his hands grasping at anything he can get them on. Instead, he’s just standing there, examining you. It adds to your growing arousal as it becomes increasingly unbearable. 

Jake steps closer, grabbing one ankle at a time to tug your legs straight and tie them to the corners of the bed with the silk sheets. The nerves travel from your belly and rise in your throat, your body temperature following shortly. You gently tug on each restraint—testing just how vulnerable you are. A smug smirk tugs at the corners of Jake’s lips, noticing the very familiar look in your eyes. 

Despite your anxiety—a product of trying something new—your eyes are silently pleading for him to touch you. You’re unable to rub your thighs together, any and all friction no longer available to you. He knows this, and he visibly enjoys the way it affects you. 

“Please, Jake.” You whine, your bottom lip jutting forward in a slight pout. “Touch me.”

He struggles to keep his composure as it vaguely falters, his knees faintly weakening and his nostrils flaring to accommodate his heavy breathing. It takes everything in him not to give into your begging, but he has a front to withhold, and he’s just getting started.

Jake turns away from you, your hopefulness diminishing as he rummages through the top drawer of his dresser. His movements halt when he finds what he’s looking for before pulling it out; a tie. One of the very few that he has. When he faces you again, his expression is unreadable as he slips the tie through his fingers, feeling the soft fabric beneath his touch. 

He slowly makes his way toward you, rounding the bed and leaning over your restricted body. He stands beside your head, bending over slightly so his lips ghost over the shell of your ear. 

“Just tell me to stop, and I will.” He whispers, just before laying the tie over your eyes, gently tying it behind your head when you lift it for him. 

You’re completely in the dark now–every sense is still reliable but your sight. You listen closely, trying to get a read on Jake’s position, but it’s unhelpful to you. His feet move silently along the floor, the material of the rug muting his steps. You’re unable to tell whether he’s still beside you or somewhere else. 

Just as you consider calling his name, your leg jerks when his rough fingertips graze the skin. He’s standing at the edge of the bed again–his other hand mirroring his movements, sliding his hands up your legs, and stopping at your thighs. You feel the mattress sink under his weight, signaling that he’s finally joining you, getting closer. His gentle caress leaves goosebumps in its wake, peppering your smooth skin and showing Jake how sensitive you are to his touch. 

His warmth engulfs you, and you feel it travel above you as his hands leave your thighs, the pillow beneath your head molding against his palms. He’s caged you in as his breathing cascades along your tense features. His scent is somehow stronger without your eyesight, your lungs now flooded with his delicious cologne; musk, woodsy, and smoky, reminiscent of firewood. You expect a kiss, your lips parting in expectancy, but it never comes. Instead, you feel the ends of his hair feather along your shoulders, his head just below your chin. Every other sense is heightened–touch included–and you nearly moan when his lips graze the hills of your breasts. 

Your hips writhe beneath him, being met with his own as he settles between your spread legs. He keeps you in place, continuing his movements along the cups of your bra. He leaves open-mouth kisses across the delicate flesh while his hips pin you down further the more you fidget, biting back your desperate cries for more. 

One of his hands beside your head disappears but is quickly relocated when you feel your bra being pulled down, just enough to expose your hardened nipples. A sharp gasp pierces your lungs when he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling the sensitive bud with his warm tongue. Your hands absently tug against their restraints, begging to fall into his hair and hold him closer to you. If only you knew how restricting this would really feel when you asked for it. 

You stare blankly into a void as your back arches into him, your bottom lip caught between your teeth to muffle your whimpers. With an audible pop, Jake releases your nipple, the brisk air assaulting the remaining saliva. 

“Don’t hold back, baby, let me hear you.” His sultry voice is even more prominent, and the soothing cadence rushes to your core. Before you can think of a response, his mouth is on your other nipple, sucking harshly as his teeth graze the tender flesh. 

“Jake!” His name is the only word that comes to mind as he consumes your every thought. You’re unable to think clearly, your body only responsive to him–his touch, his smell, his voice. He knows this based on the smug hum that emulates from his throat, vibrating against you and adding to the pleasure. Your hips move to no avail, any sense of relief unattainable from his strong hold on you. 

Small pants push past your parted lips as his tongue still works against you in a soothing circular motion. You need more, and you’re willing to beg for it. Except, you feel him pull away again, and his touch has completely disappeared this time–you know he’s still above you, his undeniable body heat flowing off of him. A beat passes before his lips are on you once more, instead connecting with the skin just under your breasts, below the fabric of your bralette. 

He moves skillfully, inching his way down your body, aching for him. His lips brush every surface, placing gentle kisses along your ribs, around your belly button, and stopping just above where you want him. Your core pulses the closer he gets, feeling his warm breath fanning over the lacy material of your thin panties. 

Your breath quickens when you feel his fingers trace your clothed slit, only applying a feather-light pressure. You try to imagine him; how he’s positioned, what expression he may be holding, and if he’s watching you intently—watching your every hitched breath, curled toe, and bunched fist. You’re sure he’s sporting a smug smirk, enjoying the way you’re responsive to his touch. 

A whine begs to leave your lips as his fingers hook into the center of your underwear, pulling it aside to expose your wet folds. A pleased noise from Jake travels to your expectant ears, surely impressed by the sheer amount of arousal spilling from your core. 

“I’ve barely touched you.” He remarks, a smile evident in his tone. “Already so wet.” 

“Please, Jake.” Your words are breathless, pointed to the ceiling as you squirm against the restraints. 

Jake hears your plea as he smothers the ache of your core with his tongue—swiping along your velvety folds and lingering above your pulsing clit. A slight cry mixes with your relieved moans, your legs begging to shut around his head and drape over his shoulders. Somehow, the inability to do so makes you more sensitive, and more receptive to his actions. 

Unable to focus on anything else, your entire attention is zeroed in on what you feel, rather than see. In addition to his tongue, his top lip brushes against you, as the bottom is covered by the flattening of his tongue. 

He pulls a string of pleading moans from deep within you as he turns his attention to the bundle of nerves that beg for it—sucking harshly and smiling against the flesh when he sees your back arch off of the mattress. 

“Oh, god!” The words weave between breathless pants as the coil settled in your belly tightens. With your heightened sense of feeling, your orgasm approaches at an alarming rate. Heavy breaths morph into gasps, your chest heaving as his lips work relentlessly against your clit. “Jake, I’m gonna come.” You gasp out, feeling the beginning surges of your climax. 

He moves quickly, taking you by surprise when you feel two fingers slide into you effortlessly, curling upward. “Come on my fingers, baby.” His words mumble into you. 

Your orgasm crashes down on you, ripping a yell from your throat, and leaving a raw sensation behind. Your eyes are squeezed shut, though it doesn’t matter, as the blindfold restricts your eyesight anyway. 

Jake moves slowly—attentively—pulling the remainder of your climax from you as your hips convulse against the mattress, your arms and legs begging to grasp onto him. 

When he’s sure you’ve ridden out the rest of your orgasm, he gently removes his fingers, pulling his mouth from you as well. His absence is intolerable, and despite the aftershocks of your release, you need more of him. 

You hear noises that sound like him cleaning his fingers off and the mental image arouses you, making your bottom lip catch between your teeth. He chuckles, knowing you’re aware of what he’s doing. You’re not completely blind, you know him well. 

Disappointment washes over you when you catch him shuffling off the bed, swiftly untying the pillowcases around your ankles, and repeating the action with your wrists. Your legs naturally close, and your arms go limp. It can’t be over yet, you think to yourself. 

Not even the blindfold can hide the frown pulling at your features, your lips downturned when you reach for the blindfold—ignoring the subtle ache of your wrists when they’re free. 

“Keep the blindfold on.” So we’re not done? “Don’t move.” His tone is authoritative and naturally instructive. 

You follow his instructions, freezing in your spot and listening for his quiet movements. You’re unable to place him in the room, but you hear the gentle sound of clothes hitting the floor. 

Anticipation gathers in your chest when you feel him climb onto the bed again, a breath sucking into you when you feel him hook his fingers into the waistband of your underwear. He pulls the flimsy material down the swells of your hips, the material stretching over your thighs and loosening around your ankles. Your hands reach for him, searching for him through the darkness of the blindfold. 

Your fingers graze his bare skin, letting you know that he’s stripped down. If only you could see for yourself—his long waves washing over his shoulders, stomach tightening every time he breathes out, and his cock, free from the constraints of his boxers. Your mouth waters at the thought. 

You try to grasp onto him, trying to pull him into you, but you’re caught off guard when his hands get a hold of your waist, swiftly flipping you over onto your stomach. A surprised yelp rushes out of you, unable to process his quick movements. His rough hands find your hips, pulling them up to expose your ass to him, his knelt position between your legs. The side of your face is buried into the pillows, your hands lying flat beside your head. 

His hardened length pushes against the back of your thigh as he reaches forward, grabbing your hands and holding them behind your back. Your wrists interlock in his fist, keeping a strong hold on you. 

The only notable noise in the room is the sound of your shallow breaths, waiting for him once again. You’re unable to brace yourself properly, never aware of his next move—you’re tense, but somehow equally relaxed. 

A moment passes before his free hand shifts, his erection no longer pressed against you, but now into you. You both hiss at the sensation of your walls stretching to accommodate his size. For each inch that passes, the quicker your breath rises, only turning into moans when the tenuous pain melts into mouth-watering pleasure. 

His hips connect with your ass, both of you groaning in unison. It’s his turn to breathe heavily, his free hand now on your hip, grasping at your flesh to mask his struggle. He stills for a moment, most likely enjoying the way your hips wriggle against him, silently asking him for more. 

Steadily, he pulls his hips back, nearly pulling out completely before driving himself back in. His name rolls off your tongue in praise, encouraging him to repeat his actions, and he does. He remains at a slow pace, antagonizing you and taking pleasure in the way your hips move back, meeting him in the middle. 

“More?” He taunts, squeezing his grip on your wrists.

“Please.” You whine. 

“So greedy.” He mumbles, surely shaking his head in faux disapproval. 

He gives you what you want, anyhow, moving at a quicker pace and using his hand on your hip as support. Your moans are consistent with his thrusts, growing louder the harder they are. 

“Feels so good, Jake.” You cry out, your face sinking deeper into the pillows. 

“Yeah? Is this what you wanted?” He huffs out. You eagerly nod, knowing his eyes are on you—taking note of how your lips part, silent praises dancing along the plump flesh. “Use your words, baby.”

“Yes!” You rush out, feeling another orgasm building up, practically clawing its way to the edge. 

“Can you say ‘thank you’?” He teases, and a breathless chuckle pours from his lips. “It’s only fair.”

“Thank you…” You whisper.

“I didn’t hear you.” He says disapprovingly, undoing his hold on your hip and swatting your ass, making you yelp. “Louder. Show me how grateful you are.”

“Thank you!” Your voice is raised, slightly irritated by your teetering orgasm. So close to the edge, but needs a push. If he could just go a little… “Faster, Jake, I’m so close.” 

“Me too, baby.” He admits through clenched teeth. He grunts between breaths, releasing your wrists and grabbing hold of your other hip. Jake moves faster—sloppier—chasing his own release.

Your hands find the sheets beneath you, gripping them as he pounds into you, the sound of your skin connecting echoing in the room—leaving no corner untouched. You turn your head, muffling your desperate cries into the pillow as your second orgasm shatters into you. 

It’s far more intense than the first, pulling a drawn groan from Jake as your walls flutter around his thrusting cock. He works you through your climax, much like the first, relishing the way your cunt pulses—keeping a strong hold on him and dragging him in deeper, if it’s possible. Your hips shutter as the remainder of your orgasm diminishes into spaced-out throbs. 

Once Jake knows you’ve been taken care of—your breathing coming to an even pattern—he abruptly pulls out of you, painting your backside with his release as one of his hands grips his length. It lands down your spine, across the expanse of your back, and settles on the hills of your ass. You’re a mess.

Jake’s breath is shaky, a low whine pouring from him as he pumps the last of his orgasm from his cock. Silent curses follow closely, up until you no longer feel the warmth of his cum dripping out of him. He lets out rushed exhales, removing his hand from your hip and admiring his work, you assume. 

Carefully, Jake gets off the bed, dragging your legs back so you’re laying flat on your stomach. You’re unable to roll over, afraid of the mess you’ll create on the sheets. Somehow, you sense that he’s left the room, his presence unnoticeable. 

Sure enough, you hear the bathroom sink turn on, for the amount of time it takes for the cold water to become hot. You figure at this point, you can take the makeshift blindfold off, your eyes squinting to adjust to the low lighting. 

Jake appears shortly, only in his boxers, holding a wet washcloth. He smiles softly, pleased to see you’re right where he left you, patiently waiting. He sits beside you, gently wiping your skin to rid you of his release. The cloth is warm, soothing, and comforting. 

He’s attentive, making sure to wipe away every drop—every streak. When he’s sure he’s cleaned you up, he tosses the washcloth in the dirty clothes basket in the far corner of the bedroom, nearly missing. 

“Come here.” He mumbles, assisting you in turning onto your back, finally seeing him. His cheeks and neck are flushed, the soft look in his eyes returning. 

Jake pulls the comforter that resides at the end of the bed above you, covering your nearly naked body with the heavy blanket. He joins you underneath it, repositioning your tired frame into him, your back splayed against his bare chest. Few words are exchanged as the euphoria has yet to wear off. 

“Did you enjoy it?” Jake asks, uncertainty in his tone from your lack of speech. You glance at him over your shoulder, noticing the concerned furrow in his brows. 

“Jake.” You turn over to face him, needing him to see just how much you enjoyed it. “I loved it.”

His face softens, confirming he had been afraid you didn’t like it as much as you thought you would. Quite the opposite, actually.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.” He whispers, leaning into you and capturing your lips in a sweet, slow kiss. 

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Good For Me

Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: FLUFF ROMANCE CUTIE PATOOTIES, mentions of minor injury (blood/bandaging) failed attempts at reservations, insinuation of sex, flirting, more cute stuff, I mean it’s Jake & Char guys.

Word Count: 3k.

Author's Note: I will always take the opportunity to revisit these two 🥹 Their stories practically fall out of my brain onto the metaphorical paper.

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Good For Me - Bob Seger 🎶

Jake POV 

“Time to wake up, baby,” her voice was always the best thing to hear when I woke up. Pressing her lips against my temple before she whispers, “Good morning.” 

My eyes hardly open, but I can smell the fresh coffee sitting next to me. Peeking down, I see a tray with a blurry plate of food. 

“Breakfast?” I ask, pulling her face in slowly. “Mmm, you’re too sweet.” Leaving a few kisses on her lips, her laugh is the second-best thing to hear in the morning. 

She carefully slips back into bed with me. I swear she would have fed me if I let her. Romantic little thing she is. It takes a million times longer to get through food when all I want to do is kiss her precious face. 

“Imagine,” she starts, lazily kissing me before finishing her thought. “When we can do this every day.” Hardly hovering over my lips, feeling every word come out. 

“Honey, all you have to do is say the word,” I tell her and I mean it so seriously. The day she wants to move in, I will do whatever I have to in order for her to be comfortable. 

She plays with the ends of my hair for a moment before looking up at me. Her raspy little voice whispered, “Maybe once we’re engaged.” 

“Really?” I ask. Fighting every urge to go pull the ring out from my closet. She would kill me if I proposed today. She loves romcoms, but I think the cliche would take her out. 

“Mhm,” she hums. “Leaving you every few days is hard now— it’ll only be harder after that.” 

All I can do at the moment is kiss her. The fact the ring has been sitting in my closet for so long is killing me, but I have been holding out until she seems more ready for it. She would have been my wife already if it were just up to me. 

“That sounds like a deal to me, Red.” 

🖤 🖤 🖤

Getting out of bed proved to be much more difficult today. Neither of us necessarily cared for Valentine’s Day, but we also spoiled each other all the time. Not to say that I didn’t come up with the best plans, because, well, I did. 

“Get some reading in, and then we can dress up.” I lean down, kissing her forehead. “I have everything planned for us tonight.” 

“Oh, do you?” 

“Mhmm,” I hum. Smiling as she stares up at me, running my hand over her head gently. “I have to remind everyone how lucky I am.” 

“Jacob,” she coos as her arms slink around my neck. 

“Mmm, you can keep saying that,” I mumble, practically falling back into bed. “I have to go downstairs for a little bit just to get everything ready so I can be all yours later.” 

She lets out a little sigh, “I’ll miss you.” Pouting that perfect little lip out as she looks at me. 

“Honey, stoooop—“ I start, grazing my thumb over her pout. “I’ll be back before you know it,” I tell her as I start to stand back up. 

“Wait—“ she lets out. I turn around to look at her, with only my jeans pulled on, buttoning them as she rakes her eyes over me. Suddenly, looking at the ceiling and muttering, “Thank you.” 

Through a chuckle, I ask, “who are we thanking?” 

“Cass, God, anybody who will listen,” she tells me.

“For what?” 

She smirks when she says, “For giving me a fine ass man.”

Giggling as I grab a shirt from my closet, I slowly make my way back over to her while I button, just the few bottom ones. Looking at her through my eyebrows and mumbling, “This fine ass man is gonna go to work now. Sooner I get down there, the sooner I’ll be yours for the rest of the night.” 

“Well, what are you waiting for— go!” She rambles out against my lips. “I love you! Don’t get lost! Make good choices!” 

Laughing into her, “I love you.” 

🖤 🖤 🖤

The down side of having a few more bartenders now, as opposed to just my family essentially, is that they are significantly more worried about everything. Which I appreciate in a staff, that they want me to be aware of things and don’t want to do something wrong, but god– life was easier when it was just Josh and I. 

I ran through all the possible scenarios and everything seemed normal. Not that the bar gets that busy on Valentine’s Day, but I do want to make sure they are all situated and comfortable before I’m gone for the day. Learning to step away more has been difficult, but when your girlfriend lives a few hours away, you learn quickly to relinquish a little control. 

Hardly a minute goes by, sitting in my office, and my phone starts buzzing. 

“Hi, is this Jacob?” A woman’s voice asks quietly. 

“Yes?” 

“Ahh, I’m so sorry to do this to you today, but–” her voice sounding timid, which doesn’t sit well with me.  “Unfortunately..  we overbooked for this evening.”

“Oh,” practically falls out of my mouth.

She sighs, sounding a bit defeated. “I’m really so sorry. We’re not entirely sure how this happened.” 

  “No, that’s okay. I understand,” I try to sound the least amount of irritated as I can. “Thank you.” 

Fuck. 

Frantically turned on my computer, determined to find a replacement restaurant that we could go to. It wasn’t necessarily crucial that we went there today– I just knew that Char really wanted to go. I’ll take her there next time she’s here for the weekend; that part isn’t a big deal. 

After spending a few minutes googling some options, there are a few that we could go to—calling every single one to make a reservation, just in case. Did I need to do that? No. But I’m not going to let today get messed up. In the midst of a phone call, the flowers I ordered for her were delivered to me. Whispering, thank you as I sign for them; I can’t lie, I do feel a little crazy with the amount of things I’m trying to juggle at the moment. 

Once I have reservations at four different restaurants, I do one more round through the bar and check in with two who are working, making sure they feel comfortable. 

“Just call me if you need me, but I know you two can handle it.” 

Running upstairs, flowers in hand and things are finally feeling like they’re back on track. Sneaking inside, it’s a little embarrassing how excited I always am to see her. 

Calling out to her as I walk through the door, “Honey?” 

She walks out from the hallway, wrapped in a towel but her make up and hair are perfectly done. Her eyes lighting up as she looks at me. I don’t think there will be a day where she doesn’t leave me speechless. 

“Um,” I hesitate, as if this is the first time I’ve seen her like this. “I got these for you.” 

She reaches out, taking the little bundle of flowers from me, “You’re too sweet.” Leaning against my chest and kissing my cheek, but quickly wiping her thumb over the spot. She quietly giggles, “Apparently, this lipstick isn’t kiss-proof.” 

“You can make a mess of me later,” I whisper to her, tilting her chin up so I can lightly kiss her. “What are you wearing tonight?” 

She tugs me along with her back to my room, grabbing a short black dress off my bed. My head may as well have been spinning when she dropped her towel. Watching her slip into this tight little dress. The satin hugging every part of her body and I have to refrain from being too excited about it. 

“Can you–” she starts to ask but just turns around so I can finish zipping the back for her. And at the end of the day, I’m still a man. Leaning down, leaving a few kisses on her shoulder and creeping up her neck. 

“You’re unreal,” I mumble next to her ear. 

She pulls out a black button-up for me, but I have to make sure she’s just as excited as I am. Grabbing my rings from my nightstand and slipping them on, and naturally pulling out my nicer watch. Letting her help me put it on, not because I needed the help, but feeling her hands on me in any way is everything I want. 

“Baby,” Char’s voice rings from behind me as I’m spraying a little more cologne. Turning to her, she’s holding my phone out. 

It’s one of the bartenders. 

“Hey, what’s up?” 

Her voice sounds timid as she says, “Hey, there’s a uh.. situation down here.” 

My eyes shut tightly, asking, “What kind of situation?” Char’s eyebrows shoot up as she watches me. 

“Well, um,” she hesitates. “We were just prepping some things, and she may have slipped a little with a knife while she was cutting up some limes and–”

My head falls back, trying not to get mad, “I’ll be right there.” 

“Is everything okay?” Char’s voice is quiet. 

I let out a long breath, shaking my head gently as I looked at her. “There was a lime cutting incident.” Grabbing both of her hands, I tell her, “I’m so sorry. I just need to go make sure she’s okay real quick.” 

“It’s not your fault,” she whispers, slipping one of her hands away to smooth out my brows. Not realizing how stressed I actually looked. “Just do what you need to do.” 

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The way it was explained over the phone was definitely a sugar-coated version of what I walked into. Grateful that the bar wasn’t overloaded with people, but seeing one of your bartenders completely pale trying to mix drinks is not the best look. 

“Hey, come with me,” I tap her arm. Walking her to the back room, and having her just sit on the floor for me. “Can I look at it?” 

She nods, and I can see the way she’s fighting the tears. Unwrapping the paper towel bandage she’d made for herself, it was not a pretty sight. That looks like it fucking hurts. Draping the paper towel back over it, I quickly grab everything from the first aid box we have. 

“I’m gonna redo this, okay?” I ask, but it’s really more of a telling situation. “It’s probably going to be uncomfortable, and you can cuss me out if you want. I just don’t need you getting infected.” 

Looking at her, still white as a ghost but letting out a small laugh. 

“I’m sorry,” I let out as I started wiping off the nasty cut. Seeing her wince makes me stop for a second, so I’m not making her completely miserable. Even after the little break, I carefully try to clean it as much as I can, but it’s a pretty deep cut. Lifting her hand so I can make sure to clean off any extra blood that may have dripped, but moving it must have been the last straw when I hear the sad exhale. 

The tears finally escaped, and I can’t deny that I’m impressed with how long she lasted. She looks like a mess between me trying to clean up one hand, and then she’s still regaining color in her face, and now she’s crying. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” I whisper. Moving a bit quicker with the rest of it; dropping a tiny bit of ointment into the pad of the bandaid and wrapping it fairly tight around her finger. “There you go- it’s over.” 

Watching as she cries into her not damaged hand for a second, my heart hurts for her. She’s hardly over twenty-one and very sweet; I’ve been lucky that she goes to college nearby, even if she only works part-time. I can’t make her stay after this. 

“Why don’t you go home? We can figure out a different night for you,” I tell her, gently rubbing her arm, hoping it’ll help calm her down. “Let me get you some water so you can come back to life before you drive, though.” 

Me: that was horrific 

Char: oh no :( is she okay now? 

Me:  better but I’m sending her home

Me: she started crying I can’t make her stay 

It only took a little bit for her to seem a bit more stable, but I sat with her until she looked alive enough to drive home. Meanwhile, I had been texting everyone else, trying to find someone to come in on short notice. 

The only option right now is to see if Josh can get here early enough for me to escape. But I know those lovebirds are probably off and in a different universe at this point. Which I can’t fault him for, I did give him the day off.  

The customers start rolling in, I glance over at the bartender I have left, “Hey, I’m just gonna go call Charlotte real quick. I’ll be right back.”

She throws me a thumbs-up before walking over to someone who’s about to sit down. 

“Honey, I’m so sorry,” the only way I’d describe how I sound is desperate. “I’ll make it up to you.”

She almost laughs, “It’s okay.”

“No, no, it’s not. I had this whole thing and-” I start to rattle off my plan when she cuts me off. 

“Baby, I’m not mad at you.” I couldn’t ask for a better woman in my life, I swear to god. She sweetly asks,  “Do you want me to help with anything?”

“Honey, no, absolutely not,” I tell her. Disappointed isn’t a strong enough word for how I felt when I told her, “I’ll try to get someone to come in for the rest of the night if I can, but I’m not sure if that’s going to happen.”

Her voice was still calm, telling me, “Just do what you have to, okay? I love you.” 

🖤 🖤 🖤

The rest of the night was like a blur. More people ended up coming in than I would have expected on a romantic holiday, but I guess where else do you go when you’re single on Valentine’s Day but a pirate-themed bar? 

Grateful for the bartender that I did have tonight; she absolutely handled the crowd better than I expected after the way her shift started. Nobody deserves to play doctor when they aren’t prepared for it. I tipped her out as quickly as possible so she could get home and sleep off the chaos that she dealt with. 

Standing there, listening to Night Moves as usual, while I shut down the POS when I can feel the energy in the room shift. 

“Hey,” Char’s voice softly graces my ears from behind me.

“Hey you,” I let out before asking, “What are you doing down here?” Reaching my hand out to her, pulling her in close.

“I have an idea,” She tells me quietly. “Just finish whatever you need to.” Kissing my cheek but not wiping it off this time. 

“You look beautiful, by the way,” I tell her as she sneaks off down the hall. 

It’s only a few minutes before I have everything taken care of behind the bar, and she’s been scurrying around the whole time. I wouldn’t have guessed her plan in a million years. 

Walking over to the corner booth, a candle lit in the middle of it with a little charcuterie board next to it. Her favorite throw blanket was tossed onto the seat. Feeling her hands slide around my waist from behind, turning me around to her. 

“I made us some food since you got stuck down here,” She says quietly, fixing my collar and scooting the chain of my necklace so the clasp is behind me again. She winks at me when she says, “I figured you would have drinks covered.”

“Of course,” my voice and eyes soften as I look at her.  “What would you like, honey?” 

“I think Valentine’s Day calls for wine,” she gently taps my lips a few times before sliding into the booth. 

Walking back with our wine, I hand hers over, “For you.” Sliding into the booth with her, trying not to laugh at the way she had her legs wrapped up in the blanket. 

“So, what happened with the lime incident?” she asks. 

Taking a couple minutes to explain what happened, without saying anything too gross. I don’t want to ruin the mood or our ability to eat. 

“Enough about work,” I breathe out, grabbing one of her hands and kissing the back of it. “I love you. I’ll still find a night to take you out.” 

“I’m just happy to see you,” she beams at me. “Especially when you’re dressed like this.” 

She very intentionally and obviously checks me out, hitting me with a cheesy little wink after. God, I love her. I can’t resist kissing her a few times, giggling into each other like we always have. It’s like the honeymoon stage never went away with this girl. 

“You didn’t have to wait up for me,” I tell her, feeling a bit guilty at how late it is.

Her hand cups my jaw as she looks at me, “You looked so sad earlier. I couldn’t let the day be a complete fail.” 

My head tilts, leaning into her hand as my eyes shut, just soaking up the moment. Laughing as I tell her, “I swear one of these years I’ll get better at this.” 

“Well, lucky for you— we have a lot of Valentine’s Days ahead of us,” she giggles. 

I glance around the room for a second, looking back over to her, “We could still make this one memorable.” Wiggling my eyebrows at her, and her eyes light up at it. 

“In here?” 

“Like our first time,” I whisper, letting my hand slide up her thigh. 

Her arms slip around my neck, smiling into a kiss before whispering, “Aye, aye, Captain.” 

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Somewhere

Josh Kiszka x Harper (Gender Neutral OC)

Warnings: FLUFFFFFF & some gentle flirty bullying

Word Count: 1.6k

Author's Note: just a sweet little thing for our sweet little man 🥰

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Harper POV 

Nothing about Valentine's Day sounded appealing this year. 

Josh and I have been together for a little over a year, but he ended up having to move for a job and now we only get to see each other every few weeks. Unfortunately for us both, this was not a weekend he could swing. 

Him being the way he is insisted we would make the best of it, promising to spend as much time as we could on Facetime so at minimum, we were looking at each other. 

“I know it isn’t as good as being in person,” he sighed. “But, at least it’s something?”

I have spent the past few days trying not to be bummed out but when our group of friends invited me to a local carnival that night, I knew I would be the only one without their partner. So, I graciously declined.. privately in a message to the girl who invited us. I don’t want the pity from the rest of our groupchat. 

It being the day before, I went about my typical routine; wake up, drink the biggest mug of coffee, mentally prepare myself for work, and then get dressed and leave. Generally speaking, Josh and I would text throughout the day and then call or facetime once we’re both finally home for the evening. 

Work felt endless— possibly because I knew what was to come when I got home. Or knowing I had the next day off, regardless of the fact I would just be at home. Alone. I’m not usually this bitter, especially over a Hallmark holiday, but it had been a couple weeks since I had seen Josh in person and it had definitely started to wear on me. 

At least I’ll be graced with his sweet smile all day tomorrow. 

Pulling into my driveway, I let out a deep sigh. Quickly grabbing all my things and making my way to the door. Wiggling my key into the doorknob, it’s unlocked? I stare at my door for a second, trying to decide if I forgot to lock it when I left or if I’m about to meet my maker. 

“Hello?” My voice shakes as I open my front door, creeping through it slowly. Not seeing anything or anyone, but noticing the light is on in my kitchen. 

My hallway has never felt longer than in this moment. 

As I’m about to come around the corner, a voice startles me. 

“Well hi there,” Josh’s voice rings through my empty house. Leant against the counter, a smug little smile on his lips. 

My jaw drops, and I look around for a moment but my attention falls back on him. 

“Wait-“ I start, setting my things down on the island. “How? Your car isn’t here?” Walking straight into him, wrapping my arms around him tightly. 

His chest shakes with a laugh, “I parked at Jake’s and he dropped me off.” 

“Oh my god,” I breathe out, leaning back and touching his face. “Hi.” 

“Hey,” he whispered, as his plump lips found mine. “I couldn’t go another week before coming back, so I moved some things around.” 

“I missed you,” I tell him, pecking his lips. “I’m so,” kiss, “glad,” kiss, “you could be here,” kiss, kiss, kiss. 

His laugh in between kisses made my heart flutter, managing to get out, “I missed you too.”

We spent the rest of the evening glued to each other. Cooking dinner practically holding hands and falling into the couch to put on whatever shitty movie we could find, because we weren’t going to watch it anyway. 

❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Waking up with Josh meant staying tangled up in the sheets for a while. Our visits were so few and far between, that we would soak up any chance we had to just be. 

“We should probably get up soon,” he mumbles, his voice still laced with sleep. “Need to make sure you're fed and caffeinated for later.” 

“What are we doing?” I ask, propping myself up on an elbow to look at him. 

His hand brushing my hair out of my face, “Well, we were invited to the carnival, no?” 

“I told Kira we wouldn’t make it,” I cringe as it leaves my mouth. 

He smiles even wider, “Good thing I let her know the moment I got my work stuff sorted out.” 

Falling dramatically into the pillow, I let out, “How are all of you so good at secrets?!” 

“Is it that we’re good at secrets or that you, my love, are not the most observant sometimes?” 

Gasping at his comment and smacking him with a rogue pillow, I just watch as he dies from laughter. Shaking my head when I say, “You’re lucky you’re pretty, Joshua.” 

Hours later, finally dressed, fed, and caffeinated, we head over to where the carnival is. Josh insisted on driving us since he technically agreed to the plans. And to be frank, I’ll never turn down the opportunity to watch his performance whenever we’re in the car. 

Approximately four show tunes later, including a dance number, we made it. 

“You know,” he says as we’re getting out of the car. “More people should get on the West Side Story train, is all I’m saying.” 

“Josh, honey, we all have enjoyed West Side Story..” my voice trailed off. “When we were in fourth grade..” 

He stops dead in his tracks, holding a hand out toward me, “Harper, I need you to put that back in your mouth.” 

Not the government name. Throwing my hands up, “My bad.” 

“That’s fucking right, you’re bad!” He barks out, a smirk on his face. Wrapping his arm around my shoulders as we walk towards the entrance, I listen to every single reason why West Side Story is a perfectly fine musical. 

All of our friends waited at the entrance for us so we could say hello, but nature's way will always take over, which means we all just paired off once we got inside. 

“Where to first?” He rasps, squeezing my hand gently. 

Gazing around at all the lights from the rides and food booths, the sounds of children laughing, the smell of fresh popcorn. 

“Whatever sounds fun to you,” I tell him, looking over. “I’m just happy you’re here.”

And it’s true— I would gladly follow Josh around all night doing whatever it is that he wants because it means I get to be with him. 

We wandered around for a while, hand in hand, just weighing out what our options were. Finding somewhere to grab a beer to share, neither one of us wanted to drink too much before Josh inevitably dragged me onto a ride. 

It’s not that I don’t like rides, but the fact these carnival rides can be put together in like an hour doesn’t sit well with me. He’s just lucky I love him enough to muscle through it. 

“You would pick the most terrifying option,” I let out under my breath. 

His hand squeezing mine, ��Guess you’ll just have to sit close.” 

Looking up at the rickety ferris wheel, trying to not panic at the possibilities. He just tugs me along, still humming that one Officer Krupke song from the car. 

When it's finally our turn, Josh death grips my hand as I step into the middle of the pod-seat-thing, sitting as close to him as I could. If I could be in his skin, I would be.

“See it’s not that bad,” he says, his arm stretched out behind me. 

My body tense as can be, my head slowly turns to him as we slow to a complete halt at the very top of the wheel.

“Okay so I have bad timing,” he laughs. “Though while we’re trapped up here.” 

“Can you not say trapped while we’re a million feet in the air?” I ask, slightly panicked. 

He smiles and his hand creeps down onto my shoulder, “I have been withholding information.” 

My eyebrows shot up. The air is silent somehow, but only for a second when I bark out, “Continue?” 

“What if I told you that—“ he starts, pausing for the drama as usual. “I’ll be able to work remotely as of next month..” 

“Like full time?” 

He nods, “I may have to go in every so often, but I’d have clear warning.. which means..” 

If I could jump up from this seat, I’d be in the stars. 

“Oh my god,” I let out, my hands coming up to cover my mouth. “You can live here?” 

He grabs my hands, littering kisses across my knuckles. “That’s right, baby. I’ll be able to pester you all the time.” 

My heart feels like it could explode. We both knew that when Josh took the job, that he would be traveling a lot, but neither of us really knew what to expect when it came to managing our relationship alongside it. Endless FaceTime calls and a constant stream of texts, but it’ll all be over in a mere few weeks. 

“Move in with me,” I blurt out. 

And for the first time in our relationship, I think he was speechless. 

“Seriously?” 

I hesitate, but the smile creeps onto my face, “Dead serious.” 

His hands hold the sides of my face as he plants the sweetest kiss against my lips. A feeling that will never get old. Mumbling, “Okay, let’s do it then.” 

The wheel starts to slow down with us near the top, yet again. But we’re too busy to notice. 

“I love you,” I laugh out against him. 

He pulls back, looking at me, “I love you, too.” 

Settling back into the seat, we stared off into the distance since we were “trapped” again. Enjoying the quiet as I tuck myself under his arm, until his pipes up after a few minutes. 

“And you thought today would be terrible.” 

I’ve never been happier to be wrong. 

❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Masterlist

Taglist:

@gvfsstardust @myleftsock @imleavingyoufornewyork @dont-go-home-without-me

@literal-dead-leaf @mackalah @edgingthedarkness

@writingcold @i-love-gvf @takenbythemadness

@earthgrlsreasy @peaceloveunitygvf @gretavanfan

@jazzyfigz @demonrat444 @josh-iamyour-mama @wrldabomination

@gvf-luna @lilbitx @gvfstuddedmajesty @katuschka @sanguinebats

@lightmy-love @myownparadise96 @cheersdannyx2

@lallisonl @fleetingjake @musicislove3389

[seenoversundown]

2025 Valentines Day Writing Event 💖

Helloooooo GVF Fic writers! Let’s get romantic with some Valentine’s Day writing 😍🫦

Prompts are below but the fine print first!

((This is inspired by last years event!))

🗣️ The Important Stuff!

❤️ Pick a prompt from the list below and write about it! The prompts range from sweet to a little spicy, but you’re welcome to adjust the spice level on any of the prompts. (Measure with your heart 😏) On your post, please note which prompt (or prompts) you picked for your fic!

❤️ This event is open to all GVF writers. (Even if you’ve never attempted to write before, feel free to join in!) If you’re a reader, show your love for GVF writers by liking their fics, reblogging them, and commenting in the reblog or even just in the tags. All fics from this event will be reblogged by me and added to a masterlist!

❤️ Fics can be written for any kind of pairings — x reader, slash, platonic, x oc, multi, whatever floats your boat! Any length fic is allowed (blurbs, oneshots, series) and all genres are welcomed! (From toothachingly sweet fluff to white knuckle gripping your bedsheets smut) 

❤️ Please make sure to clearly tag any potential triggers in your fic — we want this event to be accessible and fun for everyone. Please also use the ‘keep reading’ in any fics that are longer than blurb length!

❤️ Please be kind and respectful! This is simply to have fun and spread love. Don’t hate on others work just because you don’t care for it! Just scroll on my friend! 

❤️ Tag your fics with #gvfvalentines2025 — To be safe and so I don’t miss your fic, please tag me (@ seenoversundown) so I can reblog your fic and add it to the masterlist!

❤️ The deadline is February 14th, but I’ll be more than happy to add fics to the masterlist any time before or after Valentine’s Day if you post sooner rather than later! (But late is better than never💕)

- Picnic

- Cooking (together / for the other person / a class)

- Movie night

- Spa day

- Wine tasting

- Out to dinner

- Scavenger hunt

- Watching the sun rise, set, the stars etc.

- DIY boudoir photo shoot

- FaceTime date

- Love notes!

- Truth or Dare

- Anything you deem romantic! (As long as I’m swooning by the end! 😍)

Reblog & share! Tag your faves so we can spread some love! 💕

[seenoversundown]

Anthophile

Sam Kiszka x Dahlia (Fem OC)

Warnings: Fluff, Slight insinuation of sexual themes, mostly just cute romantic time.

Word Count: 1.5k

Author's Note: Hehehehe this just felt right for little 'ol Sam :) I actually really enjoyed this OC too (even if it is just a brief meeting)

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Dahlia POV:

“Can I have a hint?” I ask. 

Sam just glances over at me, his hand already holding my thigh as he drives. Giving it a few squeezes and telling me, “It’s a surprise for a reason!” 

Sam decided that he was going to plan our day for Valentine’s Day this year, which is fine in theory but horrible in practice. He is a die-hard for surprises, so he’s given me not a single hint. 

“We’re almost there anyway,” he says. The wind was blowing his little loose hairs around; the weather was too lovely not to roll the windows down. “Might have to walk a little bit.” He tells me, pulling into a parking lot with a good amount of spaces still open. 

Grabbing my bag and hopping out of the car, he waits for me with his hand out, ready for me. He asks, “Are you excited yet?” 

Nodding quickly, I spit out, “Yes! I need to know what you picked.” 

“I think you’ll like it,” he tells me, tugging me closer to him so he can kiss the side of my head. 

We walk for a few minutes when I notice a little sign on the sidewalk ahead of us. No. There’s no way. 

“Wait,” I hesitate. “..Are we doing a flower arrangement class?” 

Nothing could ever stop him from the smile on his face; he quietly asks, “Am I good or what?” 

“Babe! Oh my god!” I yelp. My arms slide around him, squeezing him for a second, leaning up on my toes, and peppering his face with kisses. “How did you know?” 

“Love, you lay in bed every night watching videos about it,” he laughs. “It was more of a feat that I managed to get us a time slot.” 

I’m practically vibrating with how excited I am, nuzzling my face into him for a second, mumbling, “I love you.” 

Kissing the top of my head, he lets out, “I love you too.” 

🩷 🩷 🩷

It might seem crazy that I’m so excited about a class like this– as a gift, no less. But, when your name is Dahlia, it’s kind of hard not to fall in love with flowers in general. Some may think I’m silly for it, but I feel like I was given a niche to love. 

There are only a handful of people in each class, which is nice because the atmosphere is super relaxed. Not to mention, with all the fresh-cut flowers, it smells incredible. 

We spent a few minutes just listening to the instructor before she had us pick out whatever flowers we wanted. Naturally, I had my eyes set on some Peonies from the moment we walked in, so the second I had the chance, I was almost sprinting over to them. 

I was a little too focused on finding what I wanted that I hadn’t even glanced over at what Sam was choosing, but I made it back to our little table before he did—looking over to see him so carefully making his decisions, with a few already in hand. He looked so precious as he pulled out bigger ones to smell before making his choice. 

We had been together for a while now, but nothing about Sam had ever changed. He’s still the goofy, sweet, gorgeous boy I fell in love with. Despite the fact that he is always joking about something and that we definitely pick on each other more often than not, he is quite literally the most thoughtful man I’ve ever met. Always came home with little gifts for me or even just made sure to grab things that he knew I would want but forgot to ask for when we grocery shop. He knows me better than I know myself some days.

He finally comes back to the table, setting his little collection of flowers down. Before I could really look at everything he grabbed, the instructor started explaining how to arrange them for a simple bouquet. 

“I didn’t realize how strategic this was,” he whispers as we start rearranging our flowers. “No wonder bouquets are always expensive.” 

I chuckle to myself, carefully breaking up a little bundle of baby’s breath. Thoroughly zoning in on what I’m doing, this is as satisfying as it looks in the videos. Though, I don’t think I know a single person who wouldn’t have at least a little fun piecing together a pretty bundle of flowers. Placing them in the middle of the paper, feeling his hand slide over the small of my back. 

“That looks beautiful,” he tells me softly. 

Staring up at him, feeling my heart melt at the look in his eyes, “Thank you.” 

His bouquet was already wrapped up, realizing that I must have really been focused if I didn’t even see what he did. Before I can turn it to see, he grabs my hand. 

“It’s another surprise,” laughing as he stops me. 

My head falling back, “Babe, this is ridiculous.”

The shit-eating grin on his face was worth it, though. 

🩷 🩷 🩷

Somehow, we made it the entire way home without me being able to see what he picked out. Leave it to Sam to make sure everything today is a surprise. Thankfully he had no excuse to not show me once we got back. 

“Okay, so,” I start, setting my flowers on the counter. “Cough ‘em up, Kiszka.” 

He barks out a laugh at the name, “Okay, okay, fine.” Pulling them out from behind him, he juts his hand out towards me and in the worst British accent I’ve ever heard, “For you, m’lady.” 

Taking them from him, I turn it around to see what he’s picked and let out a small gasp. Two Dahlia are surrounded by a handful of white cosmos and some greenery; one Dahlia is white, while the other is the most vibrant shade of pink. 

“Are you serious?” I quietly let out, looking up at him. The smile on his face and the way his eyes just glanced down at the flowers and back to me. 

“Who would have guessed–” he starts, tilting my chin up to look at him. “That I’d find a girl prettier than the flower she’s named after?” Leaning in and pressing his lips into mine. 

Setting the bouquet on the counter next to mine, my arms slide around his neck, leaning my body into his. His arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me up gently. 

“Do you like them?” he asks.

Carefully moving a few loose strands of hair out of his face, I tell him, “I love them.”

“Good,” he laughs. “I’m a fan of them myself.” Shooting me the most painful wink, pulling a loud laugh out of me. 

After a few minutes, our laughing fit finally died down. I took a second to find some vases to put our little bouquets in. I left mine on the kitchen counter and put the one Sam made on our coffee table. 

He plops down onto the couch as I’m fluffing up the flowers, making them look fuller. His hands grabbed my waist and pulled me back down into his side. It’s almost instinctual for my legs to flop over his at this point. 

“What’s the plan for the rest of the day?” I ask him, snuggling myself closer to him. 

“Well,” his voice is soft. “I figured I would make some dinner for the two of us and then we can just enjoy some cheesy romance movie.” 

I look up at him, “That sounds perfect.”

“Maybe make out a little, I don’t know,” he rambles out quickly. 

Giggling at how he really thought he would just sneak that in—good thing I’m always prepared for something like this. 

“I do have a little surprise for you, too,” I tell him. “It has flowers involved.” 

His eyes light up, “Now we’re talking.”

“I can either go put it on now or wait until after dinner,” I whisper, wiggling my eyebrows at him. 

It was almost like I could see the gears turning in his head before he finally said, “Nobody will know if you just stay in whatever it is… through dinner.” 

“That’s very true,” I mumble, leaning closer to his lips. 

His eyes almost look like they’re sparkling from this angle, leaning in and leaving a slow kiss on my lips. 

“Maybe I can appreciate it twice?” he smirks against me. 

My hand slides up his chest, and in a sultry tone, I tell him, “You can appreciate it as many times as you want, babe.” 

“You should uh.. go change into whatever it is,” he whispers, pulling his bottom lip in with his teeth slightly. His hand squeezes the top of my thigh a couple of times. I lean in, leaving a few pecks on him before I stand up. There was no way I was going to be able to walk past him without a little swat on the ass, making me look back at him.  

The look on his face is devious, and I couldn’t be more excited. 

Masterlist

Taglist:

@gvfsstardust @myleftsock @dont-go-home-without-me @lizzys-sunflower @mackalah

@edgingthedarkness @writingcold @i-love-gvf

@takenbythemadness @earthgrlsreasy @peaceloveunitygvf

@gretavanfan @musicspeaks @jazzyfigz @smoking-jakelane

@demonrat444 @josh-iamyour-mama

@wrldabomination @gvf-luna @chloeshell1219

@sanguinebats @lightmy-love @monkeylaura627 @myownparadise96

@cheersdannyx2 @lallisonl @fleetingjake

[seenoversundown]

I’m really wanting to romanticize the next week for Valentine’s Day (if you couldn’t tell already) 🤭

Walk with me—

You submit something Valentine’s related or an extra romantic prompt and I’ll reply to them over the next few days leading up to the big day? 🥰🤍🩷

*you’re welcome to stay on anonymous if you’d like! it helps fuel the creative juices in my brain when I have to think of things like this! 🥹

[seenoversundown]

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAAAAAY

I'll be spending my day reblogging and sharing all the love where I can on this silly Hallmark holiday!

Love you so big!

xoxo E 🩷

[seenoversundown]

ITS VALENTINE’S WEEK 🥰

[thewritingbeforesunrise]

Such a perfect gem. You made me wanna go out to watch the stars right now!

Stargazers

Jake Kiszka x f!reader 1.560 words

/#gvfvalentines2025 – watching the stars/

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings (are spoilers): disappointment, Valentine's dinner gone wrong, tension, tooth-rotting fluff, kissing, tears, descriptions of vast spaces, comfort

“Please, just stop it already. I’m here. We’re here. It’s a date. Could you at least stop making those faces?” Jake downed his glass of wine and huffed through his nose. Now it was him making faces.

I tried, but I couldn’t help it. No matter how much I tried to rationalize it and just enjoy myself, I felt disappointed. And – seeing his annoyed face and seeming lack of understanding – almost miserable. He took me to a fancy restaurant – something which I never insisted on. What I really wanted was to spend the day with him. One whole day. Just once! I made the plans, I bought the tickets! All he had to do was to show up. And he did not. 

And thus we ended up eyeing each other sourly over a candlelit dinner. The food was delicious, but we lost our appetite. 

“You know, I even took a day off,” I mumbled reproachfully, while trying to murder the caramelized pear with my fork. 

Jake leaned back on his chair and started tapping his fingers on the table. Clearly, I was making him uneasy. Well, good…

“I already apologized. It was an emergency meeting.” 

“Jake, you’re a rock musician, not a member of a war committee. And the planetarium was much more important than this.” I should have gone alone. If he can prioritize his own obsessions and hobbies, so should I. I had been making compromises all the time. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I know I screwed up. I tried to leave, but they wouldn’t let me. And you know I’m not really into this kind of stuff.” 

By ‘this kind of stuff’ he meant conventional romantic gestures, no doubt. The problem is that I never demanded it in the first place. 

My eyes fell on the bouquet of blood red roses that lay on the table on my right. They were pretty, but I could do without them. What’s the point, anyway? What is it supposed to symbolize… to kill a flower? I already mourned how they would inevitably fade under my watch. Jake knew this about me, and therefore I knew it was a last minute, panicked purchase. “But that’s the point Jake. Me neither. I don’t need expensive wine, and I don’t need you to dress up like that… you look fantastic, by the way.” It made him smirk, but he refused to look at me, and my heart sank. I definitely didn’t want to make him feel like nothing was good enough for me. I just wanted him to understand. “All I wanted was to watch the stars with you,” I added mournfully. 

The sentimental confession contained in that last sentence was like opening the door to all the feelings I had been trying to suppress all day or maybe even longer. I felt suddenly overwhelmed. “Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom.” I left the table perhaps too quickly, but I didn’t want him to see me like that, on the verge of tears. I still wasn’t completely sure they were justified, because Jake DID try to make it right. He DID apologize, and made amends. I just still felt that way. 

When I came back, composed enough to at least try to save the rest of the evening, I found our table already cleared and him standing next to it. I internally braced myself for another round of this passive-aggressive emotional fight, but he just smiled and offered me his hand. 

“Are we leaving? What is this?”

“It’s a surprise. Just please, come with me.” He simply led me to his car, opened the door for me and soon we were on our way to god knows where. I asked him, but he wouldn’t tell me, just mumbled something about Josh ‘mentioning it once and then he remembered’… It didn't make much sense. 

We drove for nearly an hour, leaving the city far behind, spending the whole time pretty much in silence. It was a pleasant kind of quiet, though. Jake was humming something that sounded a bit like Bowie and I just got lost in my thoughts. It was a clear, cloudless night and the muffled sound of the engine almost lulled me to sleep. I barely noticed that we exited the highway…

Jake suddenly stopped in the middle of some field road pretty much in the middle of nowhere. Confused, I watched him turn off the lights, unfasten his seatbelt and get out of the car. He obviously expected me to do the same, because when I didn’t move, he walked around the vehicle and once again opened the door for me. 

“Jake…? You know, if you wanted to get rid of me, you could have just dumped me,” I tried to joke, but I think I must have looked and sounded alarmed, because he took and kissed my hand with a wicked smirk before he motioned to me to follow him outside the car. 

“Nothing like that baby, I’m simply fulfilling your wish.”

I understood what he meant the moment I straightened and looked around… or looked up, to be more precise, since there was nothing around to look at anyway. The sight took my breath away. We were far away from the city lights, so light pollution was significantly lower here. There were almost no trees around. Above us only sky, as the wise man once sang. 

Have you ever really looked at the night sky? I mean REALLY looked at it, as in trying to understand what you’re actually seeing… I’m pretty much a city girl, so my new and growing fascination with the Universe was based mostly on books and documentaries so far. I had seen the stars before, of course, but that was mostly just a few shiny dots on black nothing. The sea of wonders that was now extending above me took my breath away completely. 

All those feelings I had had while learning about planets and supernovas, quasars and different galaxies, it was all multiplied now as I watched the indescribable vastness of space with mixed feelings of awe and happiness and dread…

“Jake…,” I whispered, “this is so beautiful.” My eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness around us, so when I looked at him, I could make out the outline of his profile, illuminated only by the tiny lights above. 

“I knew you’d like it… oh! Wait a minute.” He let go of my hand and disappeared behind the car, only to return a moment later with binoculars and a blanket that he kept folded up under his right arm. 

“It’s not much, but better than nothing. I tried it once…,” he tried to explain as he handed me the binoculars. “See the Pleiades there? We can see just seven of them with the naked eye, but try this.”

I did… and gasped. It felt almost like discovering a brand new reality. I must have spent a few whole minutes staring just at that one “tiny” spot. 

We were not dressed for an outdoor trip like that and I felt my heels sinking into the half frozen, muddy road. I started shivering too. Jake unbuttoned his coat and wrapped us both in it before he spread out the blanket with one swish of his arm and threw it over us. 

I leaned against him and rested my tilted head on his shoulder. It gave Jake an easy access to my exposed neck and he planted a soft kiss on my jugular, making me shiver again. 

“It’s funny how many cute names those coincidental star clusters have… Seven Sisters. They’re so far away from one another and yet they truly look so close from here. Some people call them ‘Chickens’, did you know that?”

“No…” was all I managed to whisper back. 

“Yeah, I think it’s all about making it less frightening and more familiar. When you name something ‘a flock of chicks’, you can forget that in reality, it’s a huge mass of deadly gasses in an inexplicably vast space… It somehow puts it on the same level with our daily reality, making it less irrelevant and mundane.”

It was exactly how I felt, and he was putting it to words. We were so tiny, so insignificant, and yet he meant EVERYTHING to me, simply because he was Jake. My Jake. 

“I think it’s the same with love,” he continued. “Love and hate are complex, abstract ideas, hard to understand sometimes, and often scary. Yet the names we gave them, respectively, make the difference. Pronouncing ‘love’ feels like getting ready for a kiss. But hate? You huff the word through your nose with disgust. We embraced love. We write poems and songs about it, all of it only to disguise the fact that it's a frightening concept...”

“Do I frighten you, Jake?” I asked tentatively.

He kissed my hair and then pressed his lips on my earlobe. “No, not you. You’re real. I can feel your heartbeat. You have a face. And a name. Your mind is a home, and your soul the hearth.”

I didn’t even realize I started crying, not until I could taste the salty tear on my upper lip. Jake held me tight, with his arms wrapped firmly around my shivering body. I was no longer trembling because of the cold. “I love you, too.”

@thewritingbeforesunrise @fleet-of-fiction @writingcold @lvnterninthenight @its-interesting-van-kleep   @takenbythemadness   @edgingthedarkness @myownparadise96 @gvfstuddedmajesty @jazzyfigz @sanguinebats @josh-iamyour-mama @lyndz2names @wetkleenex-gvf @peaceloveunitygvf @cheersdannyx2 @fleetingjake @lizzys-sunflower @emojakekiszka @gvfmarge @Dayumclarizzel @lipstickitty @clownstarr @gretasfallingsky @musicislove3389 @i-love-gvf @psychedelectable @allof--mylove @sacredsparrow @scarabsinthestardust @ironlotus90 @seenoversundown

[seenoversundown]

Reblogging just in case!! 🩷

I can’t wait to read all the romantic posts 🥰

2025 Valentines Day Writing Event 💖

Helloooooo GVF Fic writers! Let’s get romantic with some Valentine’s Day writing 😍🫦

Prompts are below but the fine print first!

((This is inspired by last years event!))

🗣️ The Important Stuff!

❤️ Pick a prompt from the list below and write about it! The prompts range from sweet to a little spicy, but you’re welcome to adjust the spice level on any of the prompts. (Measure with your heart 😏) On your post, please note which prompt (or prompts) you picked for your fic!

❤️ This event is open to all GVF writers. (Even if you’ve never attempted to write before, feel free to join in!) If you’re a reader, show your love for GVF writers by liking their fics, reblogging them, and commenting in the reblog or even just in the tags. All fics from this event will be reblogged by me and added to a masterlist!

❤️ Fics can be written for any kind of pairings — x reader, slash, platonic, x oc, multi, whatever floats your boat! Any length fic is allowed (blurbs, oneshots, series) and all genres are welcomed! (From toothachingly sweet fluff to white knuckle gripping your bedsheets smut) 

❤️ Please make sure to clearly tag any potential triggers in your fic — we want this event to be accessible and fun for everyone. Please also use the ‘keep reading’ in any fics that are longer than blurb length!

❤️ Please be kind and respectful! This is simply to have fun and spread love. Don’t hate on others work just because you don’t care for it! Just scroll on my friend! 

❤️ Tag your fics with #gvfvalentines2025 — To be safe and so I don’t miss your fic, please tag me (@ seenoversundown) so I can reblog your fic and add it to the masterlist!

❤️ The deadline is February 14th, but I’ll be more than happy to add fics to the masterlist any time before or after Valentine’s Day if you post sooner rather than later! (But late is better than never💕)

- Picnic

- Cooking (together / for the other person / a class)

- Movie night

- Spa day

- Wine tasting

- Out to dinner

- Scavenger hunt

- Watching the sun rise, set, the stars etc.

- DIY boudoir photo shoot

- FaceTime date

- Love notes!

- Truth or Dare

- Anything you deem romantic! (As long as I’m swooning by the end! 😍)

Reblog & share! Tag your faves so we can spread some love! 💕

[sirjaketkiszka]

Movie night sure does sound appealing… 😏

2025 Valentines Day Writing Event 💖

Helloooooo GVF Fic writers! Let’s get romantic with some Valentine’s Day writing 😍🫦

Prompts are below but the fine print first!

((This is inspired by last years event!))

🗣️ The Important Stuff!

❤️ Pick a prompt from the list below and write about it! The prompts range from sweet to a little spicy, but you’re welcome to adjust the spice level on any of the prompts. (Measure with your heart 😏) On your post, please note which prompt (or prompts) you picked for your fic!

❤️ This event is open to all GVF writers. (Even if you’ve never attempted to write before, feel free to join in!) If you’re a reader, show your love for GVF writers by liking their fics, reblogging them, and commenting in the reblog or even just in the tags. All fics from this event will be reblogged by me and added to a masterlist!

❤️ Fics can be written for any kind of pairings — x reader, slash, platonic, x oc, multi, whatever floats your boat! Any length fic is allowed (blurbs, oneshots, series) and all genres are welcomed! (From toothachingly sweet fluff to white knuckle gripping your bedsheets smut) 

❤️ Please make sure to clearly tag any potential triggers in your fic — we want this event to be accessible and fun for everyone. Please also use the ‘keep reading’ in any fics that are longer than blurb length!

❤️ Please be kind and respectful! This is simply to have fun and spread love. Don’t hate on others work just because you don’t care for it! Just scroll on my friend! 

❤️ Tag your fics with #gvfvalentines2025 — To be safe and so I don’t miss your fic, please tag me (@ seenoversundown) so I can reblog your fic and add it to the masterlist!

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Oh 🥹 It started in such a rough place that it made the ending that much sweeter. 🩷

Stargazers

Jake Kiszka x f!reader 1.560 words

/#gvfvalentines2025 – watching the stars/

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings (are spoilers): disappointment, Valentine's dinner gone wrong, tension, tooth-rotting fluff, kissing, tears, descriptions of vast spaces, comfort

“Please, just stop it already. I’m here. We’re here. It’s a date. Could you at least stop making those faces?” Jake downed his glass of wine and huffed through his nose. Now it was him making faces.

I tried, but I couldn’t help it. No matter how much I tried to rationalize it and just enjoy myself, I felt disappointed. And – seeing his annoyed face and seeming lack of understanding – almost miserable. He took me to a fancy restaurant – something which I never insisted on. What I really wanted was to spend the day with him. One whole day. Just once! I made the plans, I bought the tickets! All he had to do was to show up. And he did not. 

And thus we ended up eyeing each other sourly over a candlelit dinner. The food was delicious, but we lost our appetite. 

“You know, I even took a day off,” I mumbled reproachfully, while trying to murder the caramelized pear with my fork. 

Jake leaned back on his chair and started tapping his fingers on the table. Clearly, I was making him uneasy. Well, good…

“I already apologized. It was an emergency meeting.” 

“Jake, you’re a rock musician, not a member of a war committee. And the planetarium was much more important than this.” I should have gone alone. If he can prioritize his own obsessions and hobbies, so should I. I had been making compromises all the time. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I know I screwed up. I tried to leave, but they wouldn’t let me. And you know I’m not really into this kind of stuff.” 

By ‘this kind of stuff’ he meant conventional romantic gestures, no doubt. The problem is that I never demanded it in the first place. 

My eyes fell on the bouquet of blood red roses that lay on the table on my right. They were pretty, but I could do without them. What’s the point, anyway? What is it supposed to symbolize… to kill a flower? I already mourned how they would inevitably fade under my watch. Jake knew this about me, and therefore I knew it was a last minute, panicked purchase. “But that’s the point Jake. Me neither. I don’t need expensive wine, and I don’t need you to dress up like that… you look fantastic, by the way.” It made him smirk, but he refused to look at me, and my heart sank. I definitely didn’t want to make him feel like nothing was good enough for me. I just wanted him to understand. “All I wanted was to watch the stars with you,” I added mournfully. 

The sentimental confession contained in that last sentence was like opening the door to all the feelings I had been trying to suppress all day or maybe even longer. I felt suddenly overwhelmed. “Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom.” I felt the table perhaps too quickly, but I didn’t want him to see me like that, on the verge of tears. I still wasn’t completely sure they were justified, because Jake DID try to make it right. He DID apologize, and made amends. I just still felt that way. 

When I came back, composed enough to at least try to save the rest of the evening, I found our table already cleared and him standing next to it. I internally braced myself for another round of this passive-aggressive emotional fight, but he just smiled and offered me his hand. 

We drove for nearly an hour, leaving the city far behind, spending the whole time pretty much in silence. It was a pleasant kind of quiet, though. Jake was humming something that sounded a bit like Bowie and I just got lost in my thoughts. It was a clear, cloudless night and the muffled sound of the engine almost lulled me to sleep. I barely noticed that we exited the highway…

“Are we leaving? What is this?”

“It’s a surprise. Just please, come with me.” He simply led me to his car, opened the door for me and soon we were on our way to god know where. I asked him, but he wouldn’t tell me, just mumbled something about Josh ‘mentioning it once and then he remembered’… It didn't make much sense. 

Jake suddenly stopped in the middle of some field road pretty much in the middle of nowhere. Confused, I watched him turn off the lights, unfasten his seatbelt and get out of the car. He obviously expected me to do the same, because when I didn’t move, he walked around the vehicle and once again opened the door for me. 

“Jake…? You know, if you wanted to get rid of me, you could have just dumped me,” I tried to joke, but I think I must have looked and sounded alarmed, because he took and kissed my hand with a wicked smirk before he motioned to me to follow him outside the car. 

“Nothing like that baby, I’m simply fulfilling your wish.”

I understood what he meant the moment I straightened and looked around… or looked up, to be more precise, since there was nothing around to look at anyway. The sight took my breath away. We were far away from the city lights, so light pollution was significantly lower here. There were almost no trees around. Above us only sky, as the wise man once sang. 

Have you ever really looked at the night sky? I mean REALLY looked at it, as in trying to understand what you’re actually seeing… I’m pretty much a city girl, so my new and growing fascination with the Universe was based mostly on books and documentaries so far. I had seen the stars before, of course, but that was mostly just a few shiny dots on black nothing. The sea of wonders that was now extending above me took my breath away completely. 

All those feelings I had had while learning about planets and supernovas, quasars and different galaxies, it was all multiplied now as I watched the indescribable vastness of space with mixed feelings of awe and happiness and dread…

“Jake…,” I whispered, “this is so beautiful.” My eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness around us, so when I looked at him, I could make out the outline of his profile, illuminated only by the tiny lights above. 

“I knew you’d like it… oh! Wait a minute.” He let go of my hand and disappeared behind the car, only to return a moment later with binoculars and a blanket that he kept folded up under his right arm. 

“It’s not much, but better than nothing. I tried it once…,” he tried to explain as he handed me the binoculars. “See the Pleiades there? We can see just seven of them with the naked eye, but try this.”

I did… and gasped. It felt almost like discovering a brand new reality. I must have spent a few whole minutes staring just at that one “tiny” spot. 

We were not dressed for an outdoor trip like that and I felt my heels sinking into the half frozen, muddy road. I started shivering too. Jake unbuttoned his coat and wrapped us both in it before he spread out the blanket with one swish of his arm and threw it over us. 

I leaned against him and rested my tilted head on his shoulder. It gave Jake an easy access to my exposed neck and he planted a soft kiss on my jugular, making me shiver again. 

“It’s funny how many cute names those coincidental star clusters have… Seven Sisters. They’re so far away from one another and yet they truly look so close from here. Some people call them ‘Chickens’, did you know that?”

“No…” was all I managed to whisper back. 

“Yeah, I think it’s all about making it less frightening and more familiar. When you name something ‘a flock of chicks’, you can forget that in reality, it’s a huge mass of deadly gasses in an inexplicably vast space… It somehow puts it on the same level with our daily reality, making it less irrelevant and mundane.”

It was exactly how I felt, and he was putting it to words. We were so tiny, so insignificant, and yet he meant EVERYTHING to me, simply because he was Jake. My Jake. 

“I think it’s the same with love,” he continued. “Love and hate are complex, abstract ideas, hard to understand sometimes, and often scary. Yet the names we gave them, respectively, make the difference. Pronouncing ‘love’ feels like getting ready for a kiss. But hate? You huff the word through your nose with disgust. We embraced love. We write poems and songs about it, all of it only to disguise the fact that it's a frightening concept...”

“Do I frighten you, Jake?” I asked tentatively.

He kissed my hair and then pressed his lips on my earlobe. “No, not you. You’re real. I can feel your heartbeat. You have a face. And a name. Your mind is a home, and your soul the hearth.”

I didn’t even realize I started crying, not until I could taste the salty tear on my upper lip. Jake held me tight, with his arms wrapped firmly around my shivering body. I was no longer trembling because of the cold. “I love you, too.”

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