#happy holidays bestie ILYSM

[yuukimiyas]

ଘ(੭ˊ꒳​ˋ)੭✧ 𖢔꙳𐂂𖥧˖* hiii!! happy sunday funday!! :3 wishing a v merry xmas eve to you all!! santas coming tonight so don’t forget to leave out some sweet treats & some milk!! ໒꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১ i hope you all have an amazing day, get the coolest gifties tonight/tmrw, & spend lots of time w fam/friends/loved ones!! <33

[singsweetmelodies]

morning to the anons who put piarles breakup song hcs in my inbox 🥹 i love you and i appreciate you & will answer you... at some point after this weekend. which brings me to my point, actually: i am going away for the weekend (& it's one of my favourite weekends of the year!! 😍) so would you mind please sending me one or two HAPPY piarles hcs too? 🥺 maybe i will even write a little piece about them while i am away & post on monday evening... but only if they're REALLY happy. okay thank youuuu xD

[readyforthegarden]

Merry Christmas Darling - J.T.K.

Synopsis: A classic, family-filled Christmas with the Kiszkas and Wagners. Good food, strong drinks, and tons of holiday cheer, kisses and snuggles and a special heartfelt gift.

WC: 2616

Warnings: Slight inference to dirty talk, but it's a brief moment! Just more holiday fluff with our favorite guitarist!

A/N: This was my favorite holiday fic to write, so I saved it for last. I hope you all have enjoyed our little festive times together and I wish all my friends and followers a Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah! Another special thank you to @lunaindigoraven for always being a sounding board for the ideas and just being the best bestie in general ilysm!!!!! 💖💖💖 Happy Holiday’s yall!

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Josh’s Holiday Fic // Sam’s Holiday Fic // Danny’s Holiday Fic

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"Can I please come in?" Jake whined from outside the bedroom door. He'd been antsy all day, knowing that you were wrapping presents and his was included in the pile. You took a sip of wine from your glass as your cheesy holiday romance movie played on your laptop at the foot of the bed, raising an eyebrow at the door. "Come on, I really need to grab something!"

"Like what?" you slid off the edge of the bed, making sure to cover the unwrapped presents with a throw blanket before opening the bedroom door just enough to see his face. He hesitated, and you could tell by his blank stare he was trying to think of an object he desperately needed from the bedroom.

"Uh....um..." Jake stammered, floundering in front of you. You chuckled and rolled your eyes.

"Your spare guitar strings are down in the studio, your charger is where you left it last night, plugged in by the recliner, and you don't even use a hairbrush so don't even ask for one." you watched his mouth fall open, and you reached out and gently tapped his chin upwards to close it for him.

"That's rude." he mumbled.

"You're not seeing your gifts until everyone is here and opening presents. Together." you shot him a look. Jake smirked.

"Oh, so there's more than one?" you sighed irritatedly and reached your arm out, shoving him lightly and away from the door as he tried to peek over your shoulders.

"You'll never find out if you keep being naughty." you chided. Jake's smirk grew even wider as he closed the space between you.

"I don't mind missing out on presents if we're talking about being naughty, darlin'." Jake's warm breath cascaded over your lips as his arms wound around your waist.

"Mm, but I think Santa has a really, really nice gift for me this year, I'd hate to do anything so close to Christmas that he won't come." you pouted, twisting a small lock of his hair around your index finger.

"Oh Santa's gonna come alright." Jake's voice was low and you laughed, pulling yourself from his arms and nudging him back in the hallway.

"Not if his little helper doesn't leave me alone!" and with that you closed the bedroom door, leaving him pouting on the other side. After a few moments, you heard him mutter as he walked away.

"'m not little." you giggled to yourself as he shuffled away, dragging his feet on the carpeting of the hallway floors while he retreated. When you were absolutely sure he was gone, you moved the throw blanket from the pile and dig through gently, finding the small bag with Jake’s present inside. It was something you’d found by chance one day during the summer, scouring an old bookstore on a girls trip to the east coast. You reached into the bag and gingerly lifted the old book from it, your hand running over the weathered cover with a soft smile.

It wasn’t quite a first edition by any means, but it was an early 1900s edition of the novel Treasure Island. Everyone knew Jake had a fascination with pirates. One of your first date nights, well, weekends, was marathoning all of the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. You thought it was cute, and even enjoyed when he’d slip into a rough, pirate voice every so often when tipsy. You hadn’t planned on his gift being pirate themed. In fact you were honestly puzzled on what to possibly get a man who has traveled the world over again. But when you came across this novel, your heart leapt into your throat and his name fell from your lips as you reached for it on the shelf. It was meant to be his.

You gently wrapped a few protective layers of tissue paper around it before wrapping it in festive paper, taking your time to make sure the creases and folds were perfect and tidy. You wrote his name on the tag and tied it to the velvet red ribbon you encased the gift in, smiling at your handiwork. Now that his gift was taken care of, you set to work finishing the rest of the families gifts, making sure to put just as much love and care into wrapping theirs as you did Jake’s. You didn't realize how much time had passed as you were busy making holiday magic, but the smell of garlic and onion wafted up the stairs into the bedroom and surrounded you, making your mouth water. You piled the wrapped gifts into the laundry basket next to the bed and lifted it onto your hip, excitedly opening up the door and bounding down the stairs. Your dropped the basket in the living room next to the large, ornate Christmas tree before skidding into the kitchen, where Jake was working away at the stove and counter.

"Something smells so good!" you praised as you came up behind him, peeking over his shoulder as he gently bubbling butter in a pan. "Onions?"

"Shallots, love, please." Jake chuckled, feigning offense. "We're not animals." you giggled under your breath, pressing a kiss to his cheek and looking at the puff pastry lining a baking sheet in a triangle. “Gonna make it look like a Christmas tree, and cut the sides and twist it.”

“That’ll be really cute!” you hopped up onto the counter. "Need any help?" Jake glanced over to you as you gently kicked your feet agains the cupboard beneath you.

"Mm, just your company is all I need for now." he smiled softly before adding spinach and cream cheese to the mixture on a lower heat, stirring in small bits of artichoke hearts and letting it all meld and cook together. "I'm excited for everyone to get here."

"Me too!" you grinned. "Last year with my family was fun, but I won't lie, I really missed your family party." Jake grinned wider at your admission.

"Your family was fun, too...but everyone was in bed by ten-thirty." he grimaced. You bit your lip nodded in slight shame.

"Everyone is older." you shrugged. "I'm the oopsie-baby, they didn't plan on having me near their forties."

"Hey, you're the best oops to ever have happened." Jake gave you a pointed look. He knew sometimes you felt insecure and sensitive about how old your family was compared to his, and that your parents, while making well-meaning jokes, reminded you that you were never planned. Jake shut off the burner and moved the pan to a cool one before coming and standing between your legs, resting his hands on your thighs. "You're the best thing to ever happen in my life."

"Not the band and the fame and money and screaming fans?" you joked, toying with the cord strand of his necklace as you tried to hide your face and the teasing smile upon it. Jake brushed the stray pieces of hair back from your cheeks and held your face gently, making you hold eye contact with him.

"Not even any of that comes close." he murmured. You felt your heart swell as his deep brown eyes studied your face, a soft smile tugging at the left corner of his lips. “I love you.”

“And I you.” you responded in a whisper, leaning down to place a sweet kiss on his waiting lips. Jake could be a quiet man, but his kiss always expressed to you everything he felt inside, and this was pure love and adoration. You were perfectly happy to sit there, enjoying the affection and adoration shared between the two of you, but unfortunately you were interrupted by the oven beeping that it was done preheating. Jake pulled away from you, giving you a quick peck before moving back to the stove, grabbing the pan and heating the mixture back up a bit, sprinkling his freshly grated parmesan cheese into it too. 

You watched him work, happily taking the small offering of a taste test of the mixture from his index finger and complimenting his work as he washed his hands and started putting together the appetizer. He asked you to start putting together the next one, and you hopped from the countertop, setting to work. 

By the time the doorbell rang, the counter was cleaned off and covered with various appetizers and crudités, ranging from a simple veggie platter to the baked brie with fig jam you’d made. The crisply wrapped presents were piled perfectly beneath the tree and you had your smart speakers playing your carefully curated holiday playlist. You smoothed out your sweater, skidding over to the door, yanking it open excitedly.

“Merry Christmas!!” you cheered, ushering the Kiszka family into your and Jake’s home. You were bombarded with hugs and squeezes, a few cheek pecks here and there. You squatted down to give Rosie, Sam’s dog a few pets, and cooed over her and her sparkly red bow. The Wagner’s were right behind, Danny bounding into the door jut as you started to shut it and scooping you up in a large bear hug as his parents and sister entered behind him.

“Something smells delicious!” Karen said after hugging Jake. His cheeks reddened at the compliment a bit and he nodded towards the kitchen.

“Been slaving away all day in there. Come on, we’ve got a lot of food.” he chuckled, leading the way to the kitchen as you finished hanging coats, Danny and Josh helping you before you all went to join in the chaos of the kitchen. Wine had already been pouring, a glass being handed to you as you passed by. Everyone happily dug in to the appetizers, stories about the ride over to your home, and stories of Christmases past were bubbling up as the alcohol set in. 

Throughout dinner, you all kept playing “Pass the Pea”, a game that originated at your first family holiday party with the Kiszka-Wagner clan. Danny scooped up the largest pea he could find on his fork, and placed it onto the lip of your plate. You scooped it up onto your own fork, and placed it back on his plate, thus beginning the back and forth war between the two of you. At some point Sam got involved, placing an extra pea from his plate on both yours and Danny’s and at that point, it turned into chaos, everyone trying to sneak a pea on someone else’s plate when they weren’t looking. The game ended when Lori ended up with peas in her wine glass, and soon it was time to open presents. 

Piles of different colored wrapping papers littered your living room floor. Ribbons everywhere, and a few stick-on present bows attached to various family members. The game of White Elephant was afoot, and you were adamant about keeping the haphazardly knit pair of mittens Josie had worked so hard on. So far, between a box of tissues that had been emptied and filled with quarters, and mini cheese sampler, it was the best gift from the pile.

“Mmm, I think I want the mittens.” Jake grimaced at you, holding out a roll of toilet paper to exchange. You gasped, clutching the mittens to you chest, resting them next to the Italian gold chain with a single saltwater pearl pendant Jake had adorned you with half an hour earlier, while surprising you with a romantic getaway to Lake Como, included a few winery tours.

“No!” you laughed, holding them away from him. “I love them, they’re from the heart.” Josie’s laugh peeled like bells as you fought Jake over her mittens.

“They’re not that great!” she giggled. 

“If I keep them, you can still have them, darlin’.” Jake whispered to you. Understanding flashed through your eyes and you, still slightly begrudgingly handed him the mittens in exchange for the toilet paper. You turned it over in your hands, feeling the indents from everyone’s fingerprints who’d had the good luck of getting the roll before. The game carried on until all the presents were accounted for, and you finally ended up with Josh’s insanely ornate box, that was filled with throat lozenges, Jake holding tight to the mittens. As the night wore down, you sneakily slid your hand under the tree skirt, pulling out Jake’s present. The fireplace crackled behind you as you turned and presented it to him, and he set his glass of whiskey down on the hearth next to him.

“Ah, I nearly forgot!” he accepted the bundle you gave him, and suddenly you felt like your gift was too small for someone like him.

“I’m sorry it’s nothing huge.” you whispered, watching his hands trace the edges of the paper. Jake shook his head, giving you a smile.

“I don’t need anything huge.” Jake assured you. “I’m sure whatever you got me is perfect.”

“I hope so.” you bit your lip and he grinned at you, opening his present slowly, teasing you almost. As the paper fell away, Jake’s grin widened, and he let his fingers run against the weathered, leathery spine. He gently thumbed through the aged, yellowed pages, before looking at you, thoughtfully.

“Darlin’, this is amazing.” he held the edition of Treasure Island in his hands tightly, grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a kiss. “This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten. How did you even find this?”

“It was on that girls trip, back in the summer.” you explained. “I just saw it and knew it was yours.” Jake wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly. 

“This is absolutely perfect. Have you ever read it?” you shook your head, admitting you’d only ever seen the Muppet movie version. “We’ll start it tonight, before bed.” you smiled softly up at Jake, excited to share this story with him. Josh had sidled over, asking what he got and Jake excitedly began showing Josh the old novel. 

Soon, your guests had found themselves in their rooms or sleeping arrangements. Jake and yourself, with the help of his parents, cleaned up the kitchen, putting away the remnants of the various desserts and scraps from dinner, and prepared tomorrow’s sweet breakfast pastries. Within an hour, you’d found yourself cuddled up in your bed, Jake sitting up beside you as you rested your head on his shoulder, listening to his soft, low voice as he read out to you. 

“For thirty years,” he said, "I've sailed the seas and seen good and bad, better and worse, fair weather and foul, provisions running out, knives going, and what not. Well, now I tell you, I never seen good come o' goodness yet. Him as strikes first is my fancy; dead men don't bite; them's my views—amen, so be it.’” after a few more lines, the chapter ended, and he placed a thin ribbon from his present into the pages to save his place. He placed it gently on his nightstand before looking down at you. “You look sleepy.”

“I am sleepy.” you replied. “It’s been a long day. Fun, but long.” Jake smiled down at you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“It’s been a perfect day.” Jake adjusted his position, sliding down so you both were laying down and you snuggled into his chest. You felt your eyes start to feel heavy,  the events of the day hitting you all at once, including the many glasses of wine.

“Merry Christmas, Jakey.” you murmured into his chest. 

“Merry Christmas, darling.” he whispered back, and with those few words, the two of you were out, fast asleep and regaining your strength to do it all again with extended family tomorrow.

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[moonchildstyles]

happiest of new years to you moonie!! i hope you had a wonderful holiday season and i am so excited to read everything that’s coming up so soon already! thank you for always blessing us with so many incredible stories you’re actually insane in the best way possible and ilysm - 🍓

im really soooooooo excited to share new stuff I did things differently like schedule wise this time so im excited for everyone to see it all!!!! thank you always for being so nice and supportive and taking the time to read all my stuff!!!!! thank you thank you forever !!!! happy new year berry bestie!!!

[youre-ackermine]

🎄 Send these trees to ten people you wish to have a good holiday and a happy new year!🎄🥰

Sailor Bestie ❤️

Sorry, I'm a bit late to reply to this but thank you!

ilysm ❤️😘

[kangtaebins]

@yeonjuins AAAAAAAA IK I MESSAGED U ALRDY BUT ILYSM

Woo you’re literally like a little sister to me :(( I feel like your older sister that goes away for college and comes home to visit on holidays and some weekends BSBDNDNFJ. It’s funny but I do appreciate your patience so so much with my silly lil mental health.

I’m so happy that you feel so comfortable with me :(( that’s always my goal is for people to feel like I’m a safe space with no judgement. To hear that I’ve succeeded in that makes me feel very proud. I really really do care about you sm even when we bully each other bc that’s what besties do!

My pc trading pal who’s also a little shit but I can’t help but adore you. Im so proud of you for reaching 1k! You deserve it and much more. Mwah mwah!

[paxdemon]

HAPPY TASHA DAY 🤩🥳🎂🎈 happy bday bestie this is a provincial holiday now i hope you’ve had the bestest day ever!!! ily MUAH! 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

TY MAR ❣️ TIME AND A HALF for ALL i hope everyone celebrated by girlblogging on the clock!!! ty ty ty ILYSM 🥰

[guinevereslancelot]

Hi, hello!🤗 Happy Holidays if you celebrate!🎄 If you don't, I hope you have some wonderful days anyway!😄 Sending you love & hugs!🥰💙

happy holidays to you too!!! 💖💘💞💟❤💓💗💕 ilysm bestie <333

[alienaiver]

HEYHEYHEYYYYYY !!!! HIIII OMG !!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 AHHHHH so many emotions!!! thank u for the sweetest message in my inbox !!! it means so much to me genuinely like I cant even words rn 🫂🫂💝💝💝💝💞💞💞🌟🌟!!!!! its so nice and sweet that u still use the lock screen im so happy !!!! if u want a new one w any character lmk!!!! me and decorating things are locked in !!! I hope ur holidays are absolutely slaying and ur having the best time ever with lots of gifts, food, and cozy vibes !!! get lots of rest <333 I'm sleeping a whole lot and have 3 new hyper fixations, (2 thriller webtoons based in school settings and trolls) and god was this set trying to get me fr @_@ thank you for reaching out and keeping in touch <333 u r my fav pookiebear !!!!! (sending 100k emojis and care packages and virtual hugs)

MY LOOVE LUMI HELLO HI !!!!!! ILYSM !!! (no emojis bcos on pc LMAO <333 forgive me plwas,,,) AND OF COURSE <3333 its so nice to hear from u aaa!!! ive missed u bestie <3 and HONESTLY IM ALWAYS SO HAPPY WHEN I SEE KUROO, HES SO PERFECT THERE. do u make them for phones only? bcos i got a pc that lacks a bg (those eyes emoji that r Looking KJHDJKASHDA)

ITS BEEN SO GOOD! theyve been busy, and ive been on medication changes which tired me thE HELL OUT, but i went to ym found familys house and sobs,, had such a blast, theyve really just adopted me into their family and it!! means so much to me !! they got me the kindest, most thoughtful and personal gifts and just !!! HHHHH

sleep is so good!! and aaaa tell me abt the webtoons !!! infodump me i love that!!! <3333

ILYSM <33333333 im sending all the biggest smooches and freshest fruits !!! <3333

[castielsprostate]

SJONNIE ONLINE MERRY CHRISTMAS SJONNIE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH HOPE YOUR CHRISTMAS IS THE BESTEST EVER

HAPPY HOLIDAYS MY BESTIE RACH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ILYSM AND I HOPE YOUR DAYS ARE FILLED WITH LOVE AND WARMTH AND THAT YOU HAVE AN AWESOME AMAZING TIME AS WELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ✨❄️☃️🎄

[sapphire-writes]

Happy Birthday to the sweetest, loveliest, most beautiful person!! (That’s you!) ❤️❤️❤️❤️ today is a national holiday! It’s Jo’s birthday!!!

I hope you have the best day, sweet friend!! ILYSM!!

awww bestie 🥺🥹😭💕 thank you so much you’re so sweet ilysm!! 💕💕🫶🏻🫶🏻

[fairybinie]

➳ u just got a letter from ☼ ˊˎ-

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ THANK U FOR BEING PART OF MY YEAR ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

NO BC IM READY TO SOB RN BUT I AM TRYING TO COMPOSE MYSELF LEMME JUST .

SUN WIJFHEWIHW OK FIRST OF ALL seeing my name in a gif is just .. i feel Important LIKE MY NAME IS ON A GIF??? the SOOB PIC omg it be small but still he's so pretty he's so cute i'm sad OKAY TIME FOR THE LETTER

hi hello IM YOUR LATEST LOML OMG :((( and yes it is my first message from you ;) i feel Honored being sent the xmas letter from the one and only wooyoung-a aka sun aka latest loml ;) OMG NAURRR I FORGOT THAT ... that incident was how we met .. IDK IF THATS A GOOD THING but hey here we are !! but i really do appreciate you being there :( help i remember reading ur message and i was like sHIT is someone gonna hate on me again BC I ONLY READ THE FIRST SENTENCE SHDHSIDH but yes i do be a bit traumatized </3 but i've moved on so all is well!

YOU ARE MAKING SENSE >:( heLLO WHY WERE YOU UP THAT EARLY?? ok i shouldn't be talking .. it's 5 am rn we Move . CRYING SOBBING YOU FEEL SOFT TOWARDS ME ?!?!? that's so sweet i'm :( I FEEL SOFT TOWARDS U TOO BESTIE SOBS i'm so proud of you too sun, never forget that! i love u too and yes let's stay happy together <3

hELLO HOW DO YOU GENERATE QRS??? that's SAUR COOL but just to make sure .. is this what it is ? i wanna make sure i'm listening to the right thing Help BUT THANKIE FOR THIS LETTER SUN I TRULY APPRECIATE YOU :( i will be stopping by your inbox later bc i MUST .

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you and gabi have a surprise for the world

i don’t own any of the photos. all were found in pinterest - so credit goes to original owners

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yourinstagram andy’s princess’ baking day 👑

trentarnold How do you feel about not being his main princess now?

↳ yourinstagram that’s literally not true trent WHY are you lying

↳ andyrobertson94 I love both my girls equally trent!

yourinstagram ps baby aria misses baking with u gabriel.martinelli come back from international duty already 😩😩

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yourinstagram in a little chalet in brazil, we discovered we have a perfect little bean growing into our lives 🤍 we are young, inexperienced and terrified but we are so ready and so happy to have this gift in our lives. we cannot wait to welcome our little beautiful scottish-brazillian bean. little bean, you are already so, so loved by me and your dada. gabriel.martinelli 🤍

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perrieedwards OH MY DAYS!!!!!!! I’m seriously so happy for you guys!!!! Cant wait for your little bean to be besties with ours❤️❤️❤️

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↳ esr not funny they’ll have mine first

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gabriel.martinelli Not what we expected, but everything we could ever have wanted ❤️

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yourinstagram holidays over, back to london and back to reality :( what a fanatic time we had in brazil resting, recuperating and growing little bean🤍 getting more excited by the day to meet them <333

gabriel.martinelli 😻😻😻😻 Você é linda minha vida

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andyrobertson94 Little sisters all grown up 🥺 And yes she’s absolutely desperate to get this baby out🤣🤣

jhenderson Send her round, the mrs has the pineapple and curry’s at the ready 🤣

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gabriel.martinelli Baby girl Martinelli is here - 24/3/22. We are so happy to have her here, she is doing very well. (y/n) is still poorly, so she’ll get to all of the congrats messages in time, but she is healing well. She should be home with us soon, me and baby cannot wait to be a together as a family

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ben_white6 So happy for you mate ❤️Congratulations

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yourinstagram Hello instagram! Childbirth didn’t treat me the way i had hoped/expected :( had quite a lot of bleeding and wasn’t conscious for a few days but i’m certainly on the mend now so i want to introduce you to our beautiful little brand new baby girl! Alana Gabriela Martinelli🤍 life with you is already ever so perfect.

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gabriel.martinelli Beautiful, perfect, god’s gracious gift of strength🤍 Truly blesses to have my girls.

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yourinstagram we are so lucky to have you gabi❤️

↳ gabriel.martinelli i love you, minha vida

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perrieedwards Oh my god gabi those two are gorgeous i can’t cope

↳ gabriel.martinelli They very much are ❤️

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yourinstagram alana is as obsessed with her dada as he is with her🤍 i’m dying from cuteness overload rn

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andyrobertson94 You used to follow dad around like this constant

↳ yourinstagram and now aria follows u around like this i’m crying again 😭

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↳ yourinstagram i’ll bring her by tomorrow x

[dharma-divine]

Recording In Progress

Happy Holidays, besties! I haven't posted in a while (been working on some super exciting projects ;-)), so here's a quick one shot to get me back in the groove!

Thank you @gardenvanfleet for helping me edit, ilysm <3

Pairing: Jake x (Female) Reader

Word Count: ~5,000

WARNINGS: 18+!!! Explicit sexual content

Summary: Joining the boys for a prolonged practice session, your boredom leads you to make a move Jake, sneaking away with him into a vacant recording booth.

“Yeah, that’s good,” you hear Jake murmur to no one in particular, his voice traveling from across the spacious room of the studio.

You flick your eyes from your twiddling thumbs to watch as he leans over in his chair, reaching over the guitar rested in his lap to grab a pencil and jot something down in the notebook in front of him. A freshly lit cigarette hangs from his mouth, his lips pursed around it as he takes a long drag.

Your eyes linger on him for a moment, before glancing over to each of the three other boys scattered across the room. They’ve been practicing for hours, trying to get as much work done as possible before you all head home for holiday break. You happily joined their practice after Jake extended an invite this morning, shooting you a text while you were in line for your morning coffee. You’re always so excited to see them work on their music — to see their amazing talents come to life.

You arrived at the studio around noon with a drink carrier full of coffee cups, dispersing them to each of the boys. They’re alone today, their manager and other co-writers out for the holidays already. It’s just the five of you, sitting around in the live room, various instruments and equipment sprawled out as they work on their own expertise.

You put your coffee cup to your lips and cringe at the cold liquid that hits your tongue. You check the clock on your phone, and it reads a quarter till three. You sigh.

The first few hours were exciting, but you are admittedly getting bored as the afternoon lulls by. You’ve been here longer than you ever have in past visits, long enough to have lunch delivered, the empty pizza boxes now stacked on the ottoman of the couch you're lounged on.

You’re thoroughly impressed by how focused the boys are, even this late in the day, the mixture of instruments and Josh’s vocals still filling the aural space. You know you could leave whenever you’d like, but you don’t want to be rude. Plus, your favorite part of joining their practice sessions is always going out for drinks afterwards, and you do not want to miss the invite for that.

Your eyes go back to Jake, watching as he takes the cigarette from his lips between two fingers, a cloud of smoke promptly billowing from his mouth. They’re not supposed to be smoking in here of course, but they always do when they’re alone. You can still smell the hint of weed lingering in their air from Josh’s joint he had lit much earlier.

Jake places the cigarette back in his mouth and continues working intently at his beloved acoustic. You’ll never get tired of watching him play, entirely enthralled in the way the muscles in his arm flex with every thrum of its strings, and how his fingers curve to press firmly into the fretboard. You love how he licks his lips when he’s super concentrated, his eyes full of thought as he immerses himself in his music. You usually refrain from letting your thoughts wander too far, but with your painful boredom, you can’t help it now.

There’s always been something between you and Jake, but neither of you have had the courage to act on it. Everyone around you has clearly caught on to it though, his brothers constantly making jokes about the two of you being a couple. You admittedly fantasize about being his girlfriend, about following them on tour and experiencing the glamorous side of rockstar life firsthand, but something always stops you from making the commitment. Perhaps you’re scared that it won’t be as exciting as you dream it to be, and that being around Jake for more than just the time that he’s home will make the spark you have with him dim, or worse, you’ll fuck up and lose the friendship that you’ve spent so long building.

Or, maybe it’s because you like the idea of letting this tension simmer for as long as possible, because it isn’t like you’ve never caught on to how his eyes linger on you too, and how his husky voice goes soft and sweet when he speaks to you. He seems just as hesitant to pursue something, if not more so, as you are, which only adds to your nerves. But the tension is bound to spill over eventually, and you see it happening soon.

You didn’t want to hover over him the entire time and be a distraction, so you made yourself comfortable on the couch, a book and a spare notepad that you’re using to doodle beside you, just for when you got tired of scrolling through your phone.

But even the notebook has bored you now. You continue to stare at him, your cheeks growing warm as you watch his thick, calloused fingers work their magic.

You’re so entranced by him, aimlessly chewing at the end of your fingernail as you rake up his body, that you flinch when he suddenly stops playing. You fix your wandering eyes to find him staring right back at you, his eyebrow raised, a smirk curving the side of his full lips. You feel your face flush even warmer at the fact that you’ve been caught.

You bite at your lip to try to hide a flustered smile, but you know it’s not hidden. You pick up the notebook and pencil from your side, flipping it open to draw random doodles as you try your hardest to calm your clambering heartbeat.

You know your attempt at being aloof is making you look even guiltier.

To your relief though, the strumming starts again, and after a while you dare to glance back up at him. His head is down, but you can tell by the way his grin perks up again that he’s watching you from his peripherals.

You consider going back to keeping yourself busy, to ignore the teasing, but you decide to finally gather the courage and do something about your yearning desire for him.

You get up from the couch and quietly pad over to Jake. He lifts his head when he notices you approaching, halting the strings with a spread hand.

“Hey,” he smiles, a playful giggle skirting his voice as he bends down to extinguish his cigarette in his ashtray out of courtesy, though he knows you don’t mind the smell.

“Hi,” you reply sweetly, pulling over a nearby chair and positioning it next to him. “How’s it going?”

“Great,” he breathes, looking down at his fingers as they tap against the hollow curve of the guitar’s body. “We’ll probably be wrapping up soon.”

He seems just as nervous as you feel, but his eyes begin to rake up your frame, eventually meeting your gaze again. A smirk forms his lips, his eyelids low with amusement.

“I saw you watching me over there, I was waiting for you to come over here.”

“Oh, were you?” you smile, tilting your head bashfully.

“Mhm,” he hums.

You’re tired of dancing around your intentions with him. You glance over your shoulder at his brothers and Danny, who are all still working intently at their respective instruments, before leaning in close enough to Jake that you hear him take in a sharp breath.

“I was just watching your hands…” you remark, running one of yours gently up the neck of his guitar, feeling the ribbed texture of the strings glide against your fingers.

He raises his eyebrows, catching on to your deviance, looking past you to give a glance at his bandmates also.

“Yeah, you like that?” he quips when he confirms that they’re preoccupied.

You catch his eyes dart to your mouth for a moment, something he always does when he’s being flirtatious.

His hand meets yours at the base of the guitar’s neck, turning it over as an invitation for you to touch it. You take it into yours, feeling the soft, warm flesh of his palm.

“I do,” you answer, twisting his wrist so you can splay your fingers flat against his and compare sizes.

They extend just past the tips of yours, but the width of them are clearly much fuller, his knuckles peeking from the sides.

“Guitar players amaze me,” you continue playing coy. “How you move so quickly, and precisely…”

You slide your fingers back down his palm, continuing to study its features.

“You must be really good at –”

You only pretend to be surprised by the slip of thought, though you still feel yourself blush when you look up to catch his reaction.

His brows raise again, and he swipes his tongue between his lips. You glance down at them, knowing he’s watching you do so. They’re so full, and plump, and pink. You want to kiss them, but you don’t.

Not here, not yet.

“What was that?” he asks, clearly riveted by your boldness.

“Oh, nothing,” you bluff, suddenly letting go of his hand. “It’s nothing. Anyway, what song were you-”

“No, no,” he prides, and you stifle a giggle when he laces his fingers around the leg of your chair, its feet squeaking against the wood as he pulls you closer to him. “What were you going to say?”

You hold your breath for a moment, trying to decide how you want to pursue.

You decide to grab his hand again from the chair leg, lifting it gingerly and placing it against the expanse of your thigh, his touch warm over the fabric of your leggings.

“I just think those fingers can work more than just a guitar,” you lean in to whisper in his ear as you guide him further up your leg, until he’s gripping the side of your hip. “They’d probably feel so good in between my–”

You’re scared you’ve overstepped your boundaries when Jake suddenly jumps out of his seat, his guitar nearly crashing to the floor if not for the strap looped around his back. The clammer causes his bandmates to look up from their concentration, quizzical expressions on all of their faces.

“I- uh,” Jake stutters, looking down at you as you try to stifle a laugh.

Only you can see the bulge in his jeans, pressed against the back of the guitar that’s still laced around him.

“I left my Les Paul in one of the booths, can- can you help me look for it?” he asks you desperately, his cheeks bright red.

His eyes tell you to go along with it, so you do, even though you know his explanation is far from convincing as the other boys eye you suspiciously.

“Please, like you’d be careless enough to do that,” Sam scoffs, shaking his head from where he’s lounged by the riser.

“About time,” you think you hear Danny mumble from behind the drum kit, followed by both of their cackles.

“I cannot believe you would do something so careless,” Josh scolds facetiously, standing up from his seat on the rug and waving his hand dramatically towards the door. “You two better hurry, I’d hate for something to happen to it.”

“Yeah, actually now that you mention it…” you chime, lifting from your seat and walking towards the studio door. “I think I saw it down the hall…”

“Fuck all of you,” Jake rolls his eyes, being sure to face away from his bandmates as he slides off his guitar and props it against his chair.

He scolds you through gritted teeth once he’s caught up with you, but his eyes dance with excitement.

“Especially you.”

You think you hear Josh say something else, but you don’t catch it as you open the door and pull Jake into the vacant hall, pushing him to the wall once it’s shut.

“You made me look ridiculous,” Jake chides through a blushed smile.

His hands are hesitant to rest at your waist.

“I made you?” you repeat, running your fingers around his wrists and up his forearms. “I didn’t make you do anything. You made it a scene.”

You look up at him through the wispy fan of your lashes, batting them innocently when you can tell he doesn’t have a rebuttal. “But you know, I really like you, Jake.”

He just smiles at you for a moment, seeming relieved to finally hear your confession.

“I like you too,” he answers as he scans your face, and you hear his breath hitch when you lean in closer to him. “I just, I didn’t think you’d be interested in something more…”

“Yeah,” you interrupt as you take a strand of his hair and push it behind his ear. “I’ve thought about it a lot, and I think I do.”

Your hand travels down the length of his hair and onto the bare chest that peeks between his open shirt. His skin is warm, and you can feel the thud of his frantic heartbeat. Yours is going just as fast, but you try to suppress your nerves. You’ve obviously taken the reins here, and you want to keep the momentum going.

“Can I kiss you?” you ask, your fingers wandering up from his chest to his neck, wrapping around its nape.

“You don’t have to ask me that,” he answers, honey dripping from his voice as he pulls you into him, your lips pressing together.

The kiss starts soft, but quickly grows deep and passionate. You can taste the cigarette on his tongue as it laps against yours, and you moan as he squeezes at your hips. He pulls away.

“If you’re gonna make noise, maybe we should go somewhere to contain it…” he smirks, before grabbing your hand to lead you down the empty hall.

The entire building is empty except for the rest of the boys you just left, but you like his idea anyway. Jake opens the door to one of the recording studios a few doors down, guiding you in with an arm laced around your waist. You pull him in with you, blindly reaching for his face once he closes the door behind him. You backpedal, your lips locked, until your ass runs into the control panel that protrudes from the opposite wall. You accidentally hit one of the buttons when you brace yourself against it, and a sharp ringing comes from the speaker above you, causing you to jump. Jake chuckles, reaching past you to flick a switch, and the noise abruptly stops.

“Sorry,” you say, glancing down at the expanse of knobs and buttons, not knowing what a single one means.

“Don’t worry about it,” he assures, his teeth glowing in the soft purple light coming from the panel. “Nothing’s set up in here anyway.”

He lifts you off the board and walks over to the door of the isolation booth, pulling it open and guiding you in.

“But this should be more comfortable.”

You find a large leather loveseat in the center of the booth, a singular mic stand pushed over to the side with some other cases and gear. As your eyes begin to adjust with the darkness, you see that the walls are covered in a plush looking foam.

“Much better,” you grin, and you can tell by the way the reverb of your voice instantly dies that there’s no way anyone will hear you in here.

You pull Jake back into you, your lips locking once again as you begin to fumble with his belt. Once it’s unlooped and you’ve undone his fly, your hand sinks down to rub him through the fabric of his boxers.

“Is this okay?” you ask as you drop to your knees in front of him.

“It’s perfect,” he answers, his words laced with a smile.

He runs his hand through your hair as you finally pull him free, his length rock-hard and throbbing from being constricted since you were in the live room.

“I bet that feels good, doesn’t it?” you remark as you stroke him.

He gives only a moan as a response, his arm reaching back to brace himself against the chair behind him.

“You can sit down, Jakey,” you purr as you push against his hips, letting him fall into the seat. “Relax, let me do the work.”

You hear him chuckle as you continue to stroke him, slicking your hand in your own spit so he glides with ease against the skin of your palm.

His fingers rake deeper through your hair when you lean in closer to him, your lips hovering just over the tip of his head. You bat your eyes up at him for a few moments, reveling in the power trip of having him so vulnerable. You press a gentle kiss against his head, and begin trailing the kisses all along his shaft, your tongue licking a stripe back up his length once you’ve reached the base.

You finally sink him further past your lips, a breathy moan escaping him as he plummets down your throat. You bob along his length a few times, sending him deeper until he threatens your gag reflex. You pause for a moment when your lips manage to touch his base, your eyes pricking with tears, though the discomfort is worth it when you glance up to his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, his eyelids fluttering with pleasure. You finally slide him out with a lewd slurp, a silver string of saliva left between you. You wipe your lips clean with your thumb, your other hand continuing along his slickend shaft.

“This feels incredible,” he pants through strained breaths.

You decide to give your throat a break for a moment by swirling your tongue around his head, tasting the precum that’s started to dribble from it, before sucking him a few more times just to hear his desperate, pathetic moans.

“Come here, now,” he eventually tries to command as you feel him begin to pulsate in your mouth, but he still sounds so submissive with the way his breaths envelope each word.

“Are you sure?” you enchant, batting your lashes at him. “I haven’t made you come yet.”

“Please,” he implores, and you smile at his desperation, snaking up his body and planting yourself on his bare lap.

He places wet kisses on your neck once he can reach it, hooking his fingers underneath your sweater, your arms lifting over your head so he can swiftly pull it off. His lips move to lock onto your collarbone once it’s discarded onto the floor, and you take no time to reach behind you to unhook your bra, your skin prickling with goosebumps once it’s gone too. You massage your freed breasts, pinching at your perked nipples. Jake’s hands follow suit, cupping them gently. You lace your fingers through his hair as he bends down to kiss one, sucking at your nipple.

“Keep doing that,” you moan softly, the tingly sensation traveling to between your thighs.

You can feel his hard length through your leggings. The chair is wide enough for you to straddle your folded legs on either side of him, your hips grinding against his length. You push down harder when he moans against your skin.

“Please, just take these off,” Jake prides, sliding his fingers under your waistband.

You promptly lift off of him, standing up to push them, along with your soaked panties, down your legs as he works to unbutton the rest of his shirt. You remain standing in front of him, your fully naked body being a surprise once his eyes meet you again.

“You’re stunning,” he blushes, reaching out to grab your hand once his shirt hits the floor.

You expect to fall back into his lap, but you’re caught off guard when he stands too, pushing you into the chair instead.

He’s the one to crouch in front of you now, your mouth agape as he grabs your knees, spreading your legs open and kneeling between them.

“You wanted to see what else my fingers can do, didn’t you?” he asks with a raise of his eyebrow.

He reaches forward to laces his hand around the side of your neck to pull you forward, using his middle and ring fingers of his opposite hand to coax your lips apart.

“Open up.”

You moan as he slips his fingers into your mouth, the lingering metallic taste of guitar strings hitting your tongue.

He pulls them from your pursed lips once they’re coated, keeping your gaze as his hand lingers down to your heat. He just barely brushes against you at first, making you shiver. You buck your hips towards him, desperate for more, but he pulls his hand away.

“Two can play at this game, princess,” he teases, the pet name warming your cheeks.

You have to stifle a whine, stubborn to keep the dominance, but you melt when he finally does touch you again. His fingertips twirl against your swollen clit, massaging the bud between two of them as your chest heaves.

You fall back into the seat, and he follows, lifting himself off the floor so he can kiss you and give his wrist the right angle to finally push a finger into your entrance. You moan into his mouth, glancing down as the digit pumps in and out of you. He uses his free hand to pull your hips to the edge of the cushion before working another one in, your legs draped over his shoulders as he picks up pace. Your wetness squelches against him in the otherwise silent space, your body folded into him in a way that would be uncomfortable if his fingers weren’t fucking you senseless.

You let out another hopeless moan as you feel your core tightening, gripping the arms of the chair as you brace yourself for your climax. It crashes into you, every muscle in your body clenching in a series of shudders as you cry out, your nails digging into the leather. You go limp as the waves die, practically sliding out of the seat, but Jake catches before you can hit the floor.

He maneuvers your body so he can sit back down into the chair, with you once again in his lap.

“Are you ready for more?” he asks as your breathing steadies, and you smirk, turning so you can face him.

“Absolutely, I am.”

“I don’t have a condom,” he adds as you begin to make yourself comfortable again. “I clearly wasn’t expecting to be doing this here.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you whisper into his ear, placing a gentle kiss just underneath it. “I want to feel all of you.”

You continue where you left off with him, your now bare, throbbing heat grinding against him. You reach down and guide him through your slit, sliding him along to tease yourself. Your skin tingles with the craving for another orgasm, and your teeth sink down into his bottom lip and you finally push his head into your entrance. You slowly lower yourself onto him, your legs folded, knees pressed against his hips. You place your hand against the back of the seat to steady yourself as you begin riding yourself along his length, your breasts bouncing as the motion picks up speed, the skin of your thighs slapping lewdly against his. Your moans stagger each time you land, and he bends forward to kiss at your breasts, squeezing at the other. You lift your hands from the chair to use his shoulders to brace yourself instead, your nails pressing into his skin. You savor the feeling of having your bodies connected, reveling in the release of all tension that was built between the two of you for so long.

Sweat is dripping down your body as you feel your core tightening again, and you struggle to maintain your rhythm, a string of expletives escaping your mouth as it falls apart. Jake pulls you towards him, your face falling into the crook of his neck as he takes the lead, sending deep thrusts into you.

“I’m gonna come again,” you announce, clamping your eyes together as the pressure continues to build, your forehead pressed into his shoulder.

“Me too,” you hear him breathe. “Should I-?”

“No,” you cut, promptly lifting your head to face him.

You appreciate his willingness to pull out, but you don’t want to kill the momentum. Your hand laces around the side of his jaw, tipping his chin back so his ravishing eyes are forced to look at you, his mouth slated open as he continues his thrusts.

“Don’t.”

It hits you just as you get the word out, jolts of pleasure coursing through your every muscle. Jake’s thrusts halt entirely a moment later as he reaches his peak, and you feel him fill you up, wetness seeping down your thighs. You rock your hips into him to savor the moment, riding out your highs before lifting off of him and slumping back into his lap.

“This chair is fucked,” you joke once your desperate breaths have steadied, feeling how wet the cushion is against your thighs.

“Yeah,” Jake breathes, running a hand through his hair as he cradles you with his other. “We should go find a towel or something.”

You agree, though you don’t think just a towel will save it, your shaky legs struggling to balance your weight as you climb off of him. You search for your clothes in the dark, pulling each garment back on as Jake looks for his.

He’s the first one to leave the isolation booth, padding over to the door to the hallway. The bright light casts a glow into the dark room as he gently pulls it open and walks through, but he pauses under its frame.

“What?” you ask nervously as you quickly pull on your sweater and catch up to him, scared that perhaps his manager just showed up and caught the two of you.

“Was that on the whole time?” he asks as he points up to the ceiling above the door.

You look up to see the ‘RECORDING’ sign lit in its red glow.

“No, I don’t think so. What does that mean, though?” you ask as Jake walks back over to the sound panel inside, sitting in the office chair that’s pushed in front of it. “I thought the mic wasn’t set up.”

He doesn’t say anything back, but when he switches on one of the buttons on the panel, you’re given all the answers you need.

It’s a bit muffled and distant, but you hear the familiar sounds of your own moans and screams, relayed from just a few moments ago through the speaker above you.

“No fucking way,” you breathe, your cheeks burning hot as you cup a hand over your mouth.

You quickly shut the door behind you, flicking a switch beside it that turns on the dim overhead light, Jake getting comfortable as he continues messing with the buttons. A few clicks later, the sounds come from the opposite speaker, this time much clearer, and much louder.

Jake spins around in his chair to face you, his expression beaming.

“It was on,” he grins. “It was fucking on. You must’ve switched it on when you bumped into it earlier, and I didn’t notice. I only heard the reverb from the amp.”

You blush at the fateful mishap, the moans still spilling from the speakers. You trust him enough to know he wouldn’t knowingly record you without your permission, but you can see the impish glimmer in his eyes as he continues listening to it.

“Are you gonna delete it?” you ask, even though you already know the answer.

“No,” he says, but his eyes widen when he quickly decides to correct himself. “I mean, not unless you want me to.”

“No, it’s okay,” you assure, though you slit your eyes at him suspiciously. “What are you going to do with it, though?”

He pauses, his cheeks turning pink.

“I mean, I can distort it a bit,” he explains. “And make it not so obvious that it’s, you know, sex sounds…”

He swivels back to face the panel, turning a knob that makes the sound go down several octaves, the deep tone making your chest vibrate. He turns another which adds a raspiness to it, your moans sounding more like a garish guitar riff than anything now.

You grin as he continues playing with it, quickly accepting the fact that you won’t be meeting the rest of the boys for drinks tonight. You make a mental note to have dinner delivered here for the two of you eventually — and to perhaps stop by the pharmacy on the way home, feeling the contingent wetness between your legs threaten to spill as you remain standing.

“Well, be sure to add me to the credits of your next album then,” you jest, pulling the door open to go search for something to clean up the mess still left in the booth.

“I’m excited to hear my musical debut.”

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bestie, i am finally on winter break (teaching will grind your soul in december ajdhdjjsks) and i just wanted to let you know that i have been reading my favorite pieces from all your different series as a little hanukkah/christmas treat each night!!! your kindness and generosity is the best gift i could ask for!!!!!! i hope you feel especially loved over the holidays 🤍🤍🤍

omg bestie im so happy youre on break finally:( im sorry it took so long to get to a good spot for you to chill out:( but im sososososoos happy youre rereading my stuff like thank you omg :( it means alot I could be apart of your holiday season and everything thank you thank you thank you youre so amazing:(((( ilysm sending you so much love and happiness :(

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HI BESTIE HAPPY NEW YEAR <3 (in advance lmaoo) ilysm stay safe, i hope you’re having a fun celebration, and cheers to a fantastic year ahead !!

hello zaly!! happy new year in advance 🎉🎉 the holidays passed by so quick aaa

likewise, i hope you're having a nice celebration with your family as well! wishing you a wonderful year ahead, ily <33