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Karaoke Nights at the Hooded Crow
Jake Kiszka x fem!reader
Absolutely impossible decisions were made in regard to this cover photo wow...jake is just so beautiful anywayssss my return to posting fics is a piece I realized was good enough and complete enough to finish and I haven't worked on in months so enjoy! Maybe eventually I'll work up a part 2 and then wait months to post that...anyway theres a potential for a josh moment in this let me know what y'all think hmmm...
Word Count: 8.4k | Warnings: swearing, drinking, angst, and some smut 18+ (just fingering?)
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Josh found himself alone at this dive karaoke bar for a multitude of reasons. And he could count on his hand all the ones that made this Jakeâs fault.Â
Jake had insisted that the band do another outing to a bar for photographs, he had hated the ones from when they went to billiards and Josh had missed those anyway. This was supposed to make up for it. But then Jake had come down with food poisoning a half hour ago and Josh was already there. Sam and Danny had bailed once they heard Jake wasnât going to make it.Â
Why hadnât Josh been late like the rest of the band? He had to walk because his car was in the shop and had left early to give himself ample time. And why â? Because of Jake. He had borrowed Joshâs car to take a quick camping trip up in the mountains the other week and an engine light had popped up when he returned it to Josh. So since Josh was already there and had no car to drive him home easily, he decided he might as well stay for a drink before walking the 25 minutes back to his home.Â
Thatâs how he ended up with a beer in his hand watching drunken strangers absolutely demolish beloved karaoke classics. And he meant demolish in the worst sense possible. That is, until, one girl bounced up to the stage, a blue mini bucket of alcohol in her hand. She wore a pair of purple plaid pants that buttoned in the front and a matching yellow tank top, with black platform boots that made her seem taller than she really was. Her hair was in braids that swung hypnotically as she walked onto the shitty scuffed up raised edge that the bar called a stage.Â
She grinned at a table that had people that were presumably her friends. She and them were the youngest people there besides Josh it seemed. After another long sip from the blue bucket, she placed it on the patched up stool that adorned the stage for people to sit on if they wished. She grabbed the mic from its stand and switched it between her hands a few times before looking out at the measly crowd.Â
âHowâre we doinâ tonight?!âÂ
There was a surprisingly large roar of response for how little people were there. Josh looked around the room and saw that most of the bar had livened up at her presence on the stage. If he had to guess, she was a regular.Â
âBeautiful, my darlinâs, really. Itâs good to see all my friends after such a long week,â She beams as she truly smiles at the majority of the crowd. Her eyes must roam past Josh quickly because he barely feels her gaze on his, but she certainly notices him. He doesnât exactly fit in. âAnd any new friends, welcome to the best night of singing youâll hear in all of Nashville.âÂ
The crowd laughs boisterously, with some hollers of agreement and Josh swears she just winked at him. Â
A guitar riff begins to play softly and then louder, an unfamiliar song to Josh, but the girl nods her head along and smiles to herself before turning on her heels and walking to the back of the stage.Â
âI take my time,â She begins to sing, âto walk a straight and narrow line.â Her body follows a straight line as she walks back to the front. She grins, âMy mindâs a haze and I am stuck in just one place.âÂ
She continues to act out the song, performing it with vigor as her melodic voice belts the lyrics loudly. âNo I can barely move, no I canât get away⌠Well my vanilla shoes, they wonât let me escape!âÂ
She belts the chorus almost at a level that Josh might and heâs blown away, jaw slightly slack as his eyes track her every movement. She winks again and this time itâs not to Josh and his head is quick to look for the recipient, before realizing he needed to chill.Â
For the second verse, she drops to her knees and Josh is in awe that she wanted more than just her shoes to touch the gross floor. Before he knew it she was back to the chorus and then the song was finishing up with a run of âla da da da, da da daâ that the bar joined in on and she was grinning from ear to ear singing it right into the faces of the tables closest to the stage.Â
The song finished and she applauded the crowd as they applauded her. She laughed and then scooped up her drink and took another sip before returning to her friendsâ table.Â
Josh wanted to go talk to her but he wasnât sure what heâd say. For once, he was at a loss for words. He didnât want to just approach her and compliment her singing ability, that felt weird for a karaoke bar, but it was true. She was incredible, much too good just to be singing a single song at a random bar on the outskirts of Nashville once a week.Â
Before he could make up his mind on what to say to her without looking like an idiot or worse, an asshole, he looked back to the table he had seen her walk over to when the song finished and saw that she was nowhere to be seen. Gone. His first instinct was to look around the rest of the room, look down the rest of the bar top and see if she was waiting for another drinkâŚNo such luck. Josh waited for another hour of wretched singing in hopes that she would pop back up, but she had seemingly left without her friends who still sat there laughing and drinking the night away.
Josh managed to drag Jake back to the bar the next Friday. The same bar where heâd seen that girl perform flawlessly. He was still in awe of how good she was just to be doing karaoke, even in Nashville. She was an incredible singer and performer yet it didnât seem like she was trying to make it in Nashville, she was just there having a good time with her friends. Maybe she was just visiting but Josh had a hard time believing that any tourist would end up there on purpose and the way the crowd responded to her gave away her loyalty to this haunt. So he was left to hope that she was a regular who came in like clockwork and she would be there again tonight.Â
At around 10:30, Josh was starting to get nervous that he was wrong and she wasnât a local or she didnât come every week on the same day and Jake was starting to get antsy no matter how many Jack Daniels neat Josh supplied him. But at 10:35, Josh was no longer worried, nervous stillâŚmaybe.Â
She trounced up to the stage once more in a similar fashion as last week. An easy smile on her face and slightly droopy eyes from alcohol mixed with something else. She cleared her throat before pointing at the two girls at the high top table she had just thrown her jacket at. Josh couldnât remember whether they were the same people as last week or not.Â
Josh wondered briefly if sheâd sing a similar song or if itâd be completely different.Â
He didnât have to wonder for very long because she pointed her finger next to the dj, subtly and steadily cueing for him to play the song now that she was settled on the shoddy stage.Â
A bluegrass song began to sound and after one strum of the recording of the guitar she began to sing. Another song Josh didnât seem to know, which puzzled him, but also delighted him at her thought-provoking nature.Â
âCâmon down to where them tracks cross High Street, weâre gonna watch the whole world go insane.âÂ
She sang along to the words without looking at the monitor again, clearly knowing the song. Last week she had belted the lyrics with strength, this week, she was still strong, but she let a bit of a twang enter her voice and Josh wondered if it was just part of her performing the song because it sounded so authentic.
âLaugh if you want, really is kind of funny,â She regards the crowd after singing the chorus once more, ââcause the world is a car and you're the crash test dummy!â She points her finger and since Jake and Josh were seated at a hightop this week, about centered with the stage, it felt like she was pointing right at them.Â
When she caught Joshâs eye for the third time in a row, Jake also leaned forward at her performance, whispering, âis that?âand Josh nodded before he could finish. Her eyes shifted to Jake and they widened a little bit. The twins noticed since they were watching so intently but before Jake could widen his smile or even half-smirk, her eyes had moved on and he was left feeling a little perplexed.Â
The song was longer than the last one she had sung, but her energy was a little different. Not less, but shifted. She hadnât greeted the audience and maybe it was because she had seemed late, given that she had run in and thrown her jacket on the table as if this was always her time. She also seemed more intoxicated than last week, but so was Josh so he couldnât be sure.Â
Afterwards she goes to the table with her jacket and as much as Jake and Josh want to go talk to her, someone comes up to them and interrupts. They ask for a picture and talk with the twins for a while, since the guys were nice and didnât want to be rude to a fan. But when they look back up, sheâs gone. Again. Her jacket was no longer on the high top where the two girls sat and Josh shook his head in dismay. Jake still looked around hopefully, making them sit there for another half hour in hopes that she would return. But as Josh had learned last week, she wouldnât return for another week.Â
The third week, Josh and Jake convinced Sam and Danny to come as well, hoping to see her once more. Entranced by the mysterious singer who was performing for free here, they implored their bandmates that this performance was worth the seedy location. Plus, the ambiance was starting to grow on Josh now that it was his third time visiting the establishment. Jake was happy to return as well, even brushing his hair for the occasion.Â
Jake and Danny started with beers while Sam ordered a Topo-Chico seltzer and Josh got a Salty Dog, feeling the need for something stronger than a beer tonight. By around everyoneâs third drink, it strikes the 10 oâclock hour. Then like clockwork at 10:34 she stumbles in and walks to the stage throwing her jacket at the bar today and grins at the bartender and gives him a two handed thumbs up and then a salute to the dj. Once again, she didnât have a drink in hand, but she was clearly intoxicated.Â
âHello friends,â She smiles at the crowd, âDid yaâ miss me?âÂ
The hollers follow and she does a little bow as if she lived to serve this dive crowd.Â
A familiar tune begins to play shortly after, the salute to the dj seemed to have been an indicator to begin the music. The four men look at one another before looking back to the stage to find her staring straight at their table. She salutes them as well and begins to perform a song that Josh, as well as the rest of the band, was almost painfully familiar with. Mountain of the Sun by Greta Van Fleet.
âThe sun shines brighter from above and youâre the one that I love,â She sings, almost mimicking the way Josh sings it on the recording, âClimb the mountain even higher, kiss the sun and fight the fire!âÂ
She grins and gets the crowd ready for the chorus, acting out the words like always.Â
âIâll make you mine, youâre my sunshine,â She belts it and lets her voice sound a bit whiny as she hits different dips in the words.Â
During the guitar solo, she does an air guitar and plays it superbly. Afterwards, Jake raises his hands over his head and claps loudly, bringing her attention back to their table. He was a little drunk by then but appreciated her attention to actually trying to make the chords on the imaginary guitar.Â
The song comes to a close with an uproar of applause and shouting, a lot of it came from Sam and Danny who were truly blown away by her ability to hit Joshâs notes. She bows once more and moves to leave the stage with a slight wobble to her feet, the same platform boots she had worn the past two weeks as well. She makes a bee line for the bar, but Josh is one step ahead, waiting by her jacket for her.Â
âCan I buy you a drink?â He tilts his head with his inquiry.Â
âIâd never say no to a free drink.â She laughs.Â
Josh laughs as well and asks what sheâs having, she tells him a beer is fine. The speed of her blinking up close shows sheâs plenty liquered up. He insists about what kind she might want. She waves him off saying any IPA is fine. Josh suppressed his chuckle, thinking of a conversation â an argument â heâd had with his two brothers about how pretentious it was of them to only drink IPAs.Â
âWant to come sit with me and my brothers?â Josh asks once they both have fresh drinks in their hands.Â
She gestures for him to lead the way and he smiles. At the table, Jake, Sam and Danny busy themselves with a random conversation in an attempt to seem like they werenât watching their entire interaction at the bar. The smile she gives them is knowing though and they drop the pretense.Â
âHello,â She starts.
âYouâre very talented,â Danny blurts out.Â
She falters at the flattery and blushes a little, looking away from the table of men she had been so sure she was going to keep on their toes.Â
âThanks,â She mumbles and takes a sip of her drink. âWhat do I owe the pleasure of your band stalking me?âÂ
âStalking?â Jake questions with a little laugh, embarrassed almost, his own cheeks pinking.Â
She arches her brow at him. âMaybe not all of you, but Iâve seen you,â She directs her eyes at Josh as she speaks, âFor the last three weeks. Itâs why I dedicated my song this week to yâall.âÂ
âWe appreciate it,â Sam speaks up. âHowâd you know weâd all be here?âÂ
âI didnât,â She laughs, like it was just a joke for herself. âHell, if none of you had been here, I still would have done it. I love that song.âÂ
âWhat are you doing at a bar like this just singing karaoke with a voice like that?â Josh asks, tilting his head again. His hand fiddled with the little straw in his drink.Â
âItâs just for fun,â She swigs her beer again and shrugs. âI like to come out here and act like a rockstar but Iâd hate to actually be oneâŚNo offense.âÂ
âNone taken,â Jake responds for all of them and her eyes flash to him, holding his gaze longer than she had before.Â
She was between Josh and Sam with Jake and Danny across from her. They didnât need to introduce themselves, she clearly knew who they were, but they wanted to know her.Â
âSo do you have a name, Ms. Insanely Talented But Itâs Just For Fun?â Sam inquires, since everyone was wondering.
She laughs and smiles sweetly at him, tearing her eyes away from Jakeâs. It was interesting to her how they all (except Danny) practically had the same eyes since they were siblings yet they looked so different surrounded by their features and the way they held themselves.Â
âThatâs it, howâd you guess?âÂ
They all laugh and then look at her seriously and she gives them her name.Â
âLovely name for a lovely girl,â Josh muses.Â
Her eyes flash to his face now, âI figured your twin would be the charmer, but it also makes sense that youâd use that on a girl.âÂ
The rest of the guys laughed and Joshâs jaw dropped a little as he sputtered an apology, trying to tell her that it wasnât supposed to be a flirtation, just something he would say to anyone. She clapped him on the shoulder and shook it a little, âItâs alright, kid.âÂ
She talks the night away with them. For once not absconding out of the bar the second her song was over. They learn a lot about her and she tells them it was nice to meet them. Jake offers to give her a lift home but she declines.Â
âIâm an avid pedestrian,â She insists when he tells her that he worries for her safety. âPlus, I live just around the corner.âÂ
âThen let me walk you just around the corner,â He supplies, a pleading look on his face. He had been entranced with her since last week and after tonight he desperately wanted to get her number. To see her again not inside this dingy bar. But he didnât want to ask in front of the rest of the band, it felt immature and like theyâd mock him for it.Â
She rolled her eyes, but secretly found it sweet. Letting him walk her home wouldnât hurt.Â
She waves the rest of them a farewell as they get into their shared cars or rideshares home. Josh winks at Jake and Jake just shakes his head shyly.Â
She really did live just around the corner, but Jake manages to ask her a few questions before they reach the entrance to her apartment complex.Â
âThe song you sang last week,â Jake starts and she looks at him with interest. âIâve been listening to the Devil Makes Three since then. Theyâre fantastic.âÂ
âYou really think so?â She responds excitedly. âTheyâre like my favorite band,â She pauses and adds a little sardonically, âAfter Greta Van Fleet, of course.â
âHa ha,â Jake shakes his head at her and his hair falls from behind his ears in a way she wants to push it back behind them. She liked his little ears. âBut seriously, theyâre really fucking good, I canât believe Iâve never heard of them before.âÂ
âYeah, I heard you guys were real pretentious about music. Figures you wouldnât have that good of taste,â She goads him again and Jake laughs a little.
âYouâre a funny girl, honey,â He says and she quirks her head at the pet name, the alcohol from earlier had metabolized and she was mostly just tipsy from the few beers she had with them.Â
âSo Iâve been told.âÂ
She pauses and Jake feels it, stopping with her. They had arrived at her apartment. It was time.Â
âCould I get your number? As much as I enjoy hearing you sing and that shitty bar you hide out in, Iâd like to see you in the light of day, somewhere not soâŚcharming.âÂ
She raises her brows at his request, a bit of a smirk twisting onto her face. It masked her trepidation in the same way sheâd been handling all of tonight. Coolly, but a little unlike her usual self. She wasnât sure how she was doing what she was doing, but she had managed to charm an entire famous rock band and apparently one of them specifically. She was in awe, but in the moment she was rolling with it by exuding complete confidence. Normally, she was skittish, like a small woodland creature. At the bar she was cool so she had met them in that persona, that setting, allowing her to play it cool, teasing men she thought were beyond talented.Â
âSure, but isnât it just so much more fun that you only know me there? Iâve got this whole life outside of it and so do you, yet we convene there and it made you want to know me more. Are you sure you would notice me walking down the street?âÂ
The smile that graces Jakeâs face is almost in disbelief and it was so big he felt his cheeks hurt a little but he didnât care.Â
âOf course thatâs your response.âÂ
She smiles genuinely, the smirky flirtation falling away as her giddy shyness creeps up. The reality of the situation dawned on her with Jakeâs strong cheekbones and brows, his big brown eyes, soft-looking hair, parted lips puffing out breath into the cold night air all staring back at her.Â
After exchanging numbers, she tells him to let her know where he wants to convene with her outside of the bar and he promises he will. Holding to his word, he texts her when he gets back to his own home, letting her know he got home safe at her request as well as an implorment to go out with him tomorrow.Â
She finds herself at coffee shops and record stores, small gigs of big bands, nice dinners, quiet walks and of course the dive bar every Friday with Jake and his bandmates. It shouldnât have been that easy. It shouldnât have been a rockstar finding a girl in the last place he might have found anyone of interest. She thought she shouldnât have wowed him the way she did. After every date, every day, every night, she went home and asked herself what it was about her that Jake found so intriguing for the last month. He had stolen a few chaste kisses here and there, but he didnât press for more and neither did she. She couldnât understand it. She wasnât used to easy. It almost felt like Jake just wanted a companion not a lover. A friend but nothing more, which she didnât necessarily mind. She just wanted to know why.Â
On the third week of them going to karaoke together, Jake took her hand in his and asked if she wanted to do a song together. She had laughed and agreed when she realized he was serious.Â
âWhat do you want to sing?â Jake asked.
âWe should probably do a duet, right?âÂ
âOnly if thatâs what you want.âÂ
Her head tilts and she smiles up at him. He returns it with a small one. His brothers watched on as they conversed quietly with one another.Â
âWhatâs the verdict?â Josh asks when he sees them nod at one another, her smile more giddy than his.Â
âDonât go breaking my heart, Elton John and Kiki Dee,â She beams and then gives Jake a little wink who chuckles.Â
âWell isnât that sickeningly sweet?â Sam interjects and she rolls her eyes at him.Â
She had gotten to know the rest of them relatively well since their first official meeting all those weeks ago. Sam was the younger brother she never had but always wanted. He had learned he could never best her after their first real conversation, but that didnât mean he didnât still attempt to goad her.Â
The first conversation consisted of them talking about their homestates, something normal for people whoâve just met to talk about she guessed.Â
âSo youâre from California,â Sam stated when she and him had been left to their own devices one night when Danny was stuck at the bar waiting to be served and the twins were talking to the act who had just finished up at a more private, nicer club in the heart of Nashville.Â
âYeah.âÂ
âThatâs pretty cool,â Sam continues.Â
âYeah,â She says again, her lips curling at the sides, and he rolls his eyes and huffs a slightly annoyed breath. In the beginning she had been wary of them all, not sure if Jake was going to keep her around for very long or what was going on. Not that the last part had changed, but she was less wary of them all now.Â
âIâve been a few times.âÂ
âLike Los Angeles?â She replies.Â
Sam hums in affirmation, taking a swig of a glass beer bottle and swallowing, looking like heâs ready to launch into discussing Los Angeles now, finally finding a common ground they could discuss.Â
âOh, Iâm not from there,â She stops him. âAnd honestly? You havenât really been to California, if youâve just been there.âÂ
He gives her a bit of a glare and she laughs, unfazed. She went on to school him on the brilliance of California outside of Los Angeles and outside of any city in the state actually. He was left with a bit of wonderment for her ability to describe the California coastline and the different national parks that littered the state. After that, he liked her a lot more. He didnât just see her as some random talented chick that he was confused as to why his older brother kept bringing around. He understood. She was fascinating.Â
She didnât know that, but whatever that special charm was that she held was maybe the reason Jake kept her around. And why he took it slow with her. Because he couldnât quite puzzle her out yet. As much as they hung out, he still felt like he barely knew her. Heâd ask a question and while sheâd answer it, heâd be left with a hundred more in its place. All begging to be asked.Â
She puts their names down for Donât Go Breaking My Heart with the DJ, Jason, who was a good friend of hers. He laughed at her when she blushed about Jake singing with her. Jake and Josh watched on, the conversation she and the DJ were having unknown to them.
âAny progress?â Josh inquires.Â
Jake chuckles and ducks his head, gazing into his glass, âNot even a little.âÂ
âI told you, weeks ago. Sheâs an enigma. Did she ever explain why she always would tear into here at the last moment before her song and then run off?âÂ
Jake shrugged and swirled his glass, taking a sip while keeping his eyes on her talking with the DJ. âJust said she was committed to coming here every Friday so even if she has other stuff going on sheâll still figure out a way to get here in time for the 10:35 slot. We just happened to catch her on the nights where she was otherwise preoccupied.â
âThat isâŚâ Josh trails off, watching her turn towards them with a dazzling smile directed at Jake. âConfounding.â He sighs and Jake looks from her back to his brother, for the first time wondering if her voice wasnât the only thing that had brought Josh back to the bar time and time again.Â
She looked at Josh and gave him the same smile, but shortly turned her attention towards Jake once again. The way the light shown on Jake made her never want to take her eyes off of him. It wasnât exactly radiant on him the way it was with Josh, it was quieter but just as, if not more, meaningful to her. The light brightened his soft brown hair that flowed over his shoulders and whispered around his neck. It darkened the circles around his eyes and gave them a serious somber look, but it bounced off his perfect smile that offset the brooding eyes, making it impossible not to wonder more about him. Even if Jake confused her, she loved the absolute mystery of him.Â
At 10:35, hand in hand, the odd couple made their way up to the stage. There were extra hollers tonight when the regulars saw she was bringing a partner with her onto the stage. It didnât help that Sam and Danny were yelling at the top of their lungs and Josh was whistling as well. Jake gave them the finger, but she just grinned. This stage felt like home. Every. Single. Time.Â
âHey yâallâŚThis is Jake, be nice to him, itâs his first time up on the big stage.â
She winked at Jake when he laughed wholeheartedly. It bubbled out of his chest and he couldnât stop himself from kissing her cheek, she pushed at his chest in a playful way, loving the feeling of his soft lips on her. The poppy beat came in when she nodded at Jason. She wiggled her hips a little and Jake grinned down at her.Â
âDonât go breakinâ my heart,â Jake start, his voice strong and smooth but tinged with slight nerves..Â
âI couldnât if I tried,â She smiles up at him, the pair staring into each other's eyes already.Â
âOh honey, if I get restless?â Jake smiles and widens his eyes, trying his best to play it up for her.Â
âBaby,â She pushes his shoulder a little harder this time. âYouâre not that kind.â She walks away from him and then flips around getting ready to sing the chorus.Â
He twirls her around, deciding to bust out the dance moves he knew best. Her giggles sound through the mic and for once she gets lost in the feeling rather than the song. Jakeâs hands in hers and the way heâs looking at her distracts her from singing all of the words. She falters on a few lyrics, but all she does is smile wider.Â
He asks to kiss her when the song fades out and she blushes slightly but nods her head with a cheeky bite of her lip. The kiss is filled with more passion than sheâd ever felt with Jake, more passion than sheâd ever felt with anyone, to be honest. His hands clutched at the small of her waist, hugging her hips and legs as close to him as possible. She feels the tips of her boots bump his. His lips chasing hers and leaning her back ever so slightly as he pressed into her. She feels his lips move against hers and she feels hungry to kiss him back just as hard. Her hands slide from his shoulders and into his hair, toying with the ends for a few moments before the whistles of the crowd get so loud she remembers where they are and she pulls back. Breathless.Â
âWhereâve you been keeping that?âÂ
âIn my back pocket,â Jake winks and wraps an arm around her waist, this time leading her off the stage and back to their table where the boys had two drinks waiting for them.Â
The kiss leaves her perplexed and wanting more. The rest of the night, Jakeâs hand is hot on her hip, hugging her close to him. A physical reminder of his presence in her life. That kiss made her want more than just this limbo state that Jake was keeping her in. Was she his lover or his friend? Was she just a companion to keep around so he wasnât lonely or did he actually want her, desire her?Â
Jake couldnât discern the look in her eyes for the rest of the night. They were bright and wide, but he could tell she wasnât fully paying attention to any of the conversations, even the ones that she led. Heâd see her eyes wandering around the room, behind the heads of his bandmates. Her mind was beyond the bar and he didnât understand why. Heâd squeeze his hand at her side to bring her back to him and sheâd look at him for a moment with a soft smile on her lips before nodding at whoever was talking, pretending like she knew exactly what they were saying.Â
Did she want to be with him or somewhere else? Someone else? Was what he gave her not enough to hold her attention? Was he her lover or her friend? Did she want a companion or did she desire him?Â
In that kiss, Jake had given his all, begging with his lips for her to understand how much he wanted her. In that moment it felt like she wanted him too, but he couldnât be sure because since then sheâd been miles away.Â
After saying their goodbyes to Josh, Sam and Danny, Jake walks her home like usual. But unlike usual, she insists that Jake come upstairs while he normally declines, citing various reasons for why he canât stay.Â
Once upstairs, she starts to make them tea and Jake wanders around her apartment, a mix of dark and light, of bright colors and deep browns. It could be classic but it holds a certain touch for the current style landscape that would never fit in the 60s or 70s. Jakeâs fingers drift over the covers of the books that line the walls. Eyes over the prints and paintings. She tells him he can continue to snoop in her room if he wants when she walks out with a real tea set and two types of tea for him to choose from. She kneels on her rug, beside the coffee table and nods for him to sit.Â
âWhy do you always decline coming upstairs, Jake?â She asks. Simple enough.Â
He begins setting up his tea and shakes his head with uncertainty. âI donât know. I donât want to rush anything.âÂ
âAnd look, youâre upstairs and I havenât jumped youâŚThe invitation wasnât supposed to imply sex. I like hanging out with you. I always want to spend more time with you.âÂ
Jake nods, âMe too.âÂ
She takes a sip of her tea. The silence is deafening but she canât bear to try and pick out a record right now. Her fingers were shaking just trying to make the tea. Jake still made her nervous. She was terrified that the truth might hurt her, but the uncertainty was eating away at her. She needed to know.Â
âBut,â She starts after a sigh. âDo you ever want to?â She trails off. âWith me. Because Iâm okay if you just want me as a companion, a bit of a friend but a little closer, thatâs good and fine. I just want it to be clearâŚwhat we are.âÂ
Jake smiles down at his cup. âDo I want to?â He repeats. âChrist, honey, I fucking would love to, but I donât understand you. Weâve been hanging out for, what, a month, but it feels like I still barely know you. And a companion? Weâre dating, arenât we?âÂ
âDating?âÂ
âYeah, at least thatâs what I thought I was doing. Taking you out, introducing you to my friends. You know, the things couples do.â He messes with his lower lip and she knows it's a nervous habit of his. Her hands rest her mug on the table and reach for his hands, he relents.Â
âYou didnât say they were dates so I didnât want to assume anything,â She wraps her hands around his, looking up at him from her seat on the floor as he leans over his knees, sitting on the worn leather couch. âI didnât think you actually would want to date me.âÂ
His deep brown eyes widen in surprise, his voice sounds hoarse. âWhy would you say that?â
âCause guys like you donât date me. Iâm nobody compared to the people you and the guys hang out with. We live in different social stratospheres. Youâre in a famous band, your dream, and Iâm still running errands for the position I want to have someday even though itâs not the career I actually want. We donât make sense.âÂ
âHey,â Itâs Jakeâs turn to grip her hands harder, tugging her body slightly closer to him. âSure we make sense. As long as we both want this, it makes more sense than a lot of the fucked up shit in our world. Is that why you donât want me to meet your friends or know more about you? Because you think it will put me off?âÂ
She nods and looks away, feeling on the verge of crying.Â
âDonât ever be ashamed of yourself, honey. I really like you, for all of you even if I havenât seen it all yet. I want to know it all. You challenge me and I want to know it all.â He repeats his want to her and she looks back to him with a watery smile.Â
âJakeâŚâÂ
âYes.âÂ
âI was in a really bad place before I met you and this last month has been the best month Iâve had in awhile. So thank you, Iâll try to let you in more.âÂ
He grins down at her when she laughs at the tear that falls down her cheek. His hand leaves hers to have his thumb swipe it away. His caress gentle as ever.Â
âCâmere,â He grabs her waist and pulls her onto the couch with him, cradling her in his lap. He pets at her hair with one hand while the other stays at her waist, giving it a soothing rub. He nuzzles his nose against her ear and whispers, âNever wonder if I want you, honey. I want it all.âÂ
She keens into his touch, feeling comforted by his warmth now. They sit in silence while her breathing evens out. Jake is patient with her as she presses closer to him, one of her hands resting on his chest and her other encircling around his shoulders, hugging him at a bit of an angle. Her face tucked into the soft but burning skin of his neck. He was so soft and smooth everywhere. She wanted to run her hands over every inch of him, mapping it into her memory.Â
Jake speaks up after a reasonable amount of time, maybe it was 10 minutes, maybe it was 30, it didnât matter. âYou really thought I was just keeping you around for? Companionship?âÂ
He tilts his head to look at her and she lifts her face from its home against him. âYeah?âÂ
âOh honey,â He chuckles, and she raises her eyebrows at him. âIâve literally got a built in life long companion already. Josh is by my side constantly, which I actually love. But what I want to do with you, what I hope to do with you, is something my twin brother canât really provide.âÂ
She grins and feels her heart flutter slightly erratically. She felt an odd desire to consume Jake or maybe this moment. It was too soon to say he loved her but she felt loved in this moment. She felt so safe. She wanted to stay in his arms forever, feel his heart beating steadily in his chest. She wanted to grow into love with him because it seemed like it was possible with him. He was the first man sheâd ever let herself imagine a future where things worked out.Â
His eyes were steady on hers. He was no longer wondering what she was thinking or why she was miles away. He saw that she was present with him, her gaze matching his in adoration. His hair cascaded around his shoulders and she twisted her hands in it, breathing in the scent that was becoming recognizable as Jake to her. He winked at her when the staring got long and intense. She giggled at him, causing him to smile shyly.Â
âYouâre kind of like all Iâve ever wanted,â She mumbles as she presses herself further into him. Her nose bumping his before she placed a gentle kiss against his soft lips.Â
When she pulls back, Jake hums, his hand on her waist pressing her back into him, not ready for the kiss to finish. After a more prolonged making out with one another, she pulls back breathless and laughs at Jakeâs expression. Hungry. Needy.Â
âHoney,â He sighs and runs a hand through his hair that had been significantly tossled by her insistent fingers, running and twisting through the tresses, entranced by the softness of it. âPlease let me love on you just a little tonight?âÂ
âHow could I say no to that?â
âGood,â Jake smiles again and she wants to make him smile for the rest of her life. He nuzzles his nose against her cheek and places a kiss to it and then her other cheek, her nose, eyelids, forehead and lips. She laughs with each one, wrapping her arms tighter around his back, bringing them closer and arching her back slightly as he leans her back.Â
Her laughter soon turns to heavy breathing, a bit of yelping in surprise and finally a long unfiltered moan. Jakeâs kisses had moved to her jaw and neck, suctioning and licking insistently at her skin. She held onto him harshly, fearful that if she let go sheâd fall down with how he had her leaned back.Â
She felt his smile against her skin when she moaned. He rasps against her skin, âCâmon let me hear you, honey. You make such pretty sounds on stage, I bet you sound even better like this.âÂ
She whimpers in response, pushing her hips against Jakeâs lap, starting to feel the burning in between her legs. âJake,â She sighs when he chuckles and sucks on her skin at the base of her neck and her collarbone.Â
âDo you want more, honey? Just tell me, Iâll give you whatever you want. Just tell me and itâs yours.â His eyes are wild as he pulls back from her and stares into her face. His cheeks flushed as he took a deep breath, attempting to minimize how out of breath he was just from kissing her.Â
âI want you to touch meâŚâ She pets over his ruffled hair, adoring the way he looked at her with such intensity.Â
He squeezes her shoulder and waist where he was holding her, âWas I not just touching you?âÂ
She rolls her eyes and wiggles her hips, âCâmon rockstar, you know what I mean.âÂ
If more lights were on, she wouldâve seen the bright red that Jakeâs blush turned at her words. âYeah, okay,â He stutters a little.Â
She smiles at his uncertainty, only slightly confused that he wasnât super confident in this situation. He seemed like the kind of guy where sex would barely faze him, but it seemed that intimacy meant more to him than she might have thought.Â
He shifts their positions on the couch, draping her over the cushions so that she could lie back. She fiddles with the buttons on Jakeâs shirt as he moves them and he nods at her silent question. She tells him to do the same and he begins to work on the few buttons on her pink striped dress shirt as well. Shirtless, now, leaves both of them gaping at one another. She smiles shyly up at him and Jake dips down to give her a quick kiss. She giggles and runs her hands up his soft naked chest. His hair drapes over her shoulders when he lowers over her again. She reaches a hand up to touch his hair now, conflicted on where she wanted her hands to be on him. She wanted to touch everything.Â
He sighed as her hand ran over his scalp and she felt him nudge against her clothed center.Â
âJake,â She sighs, âI want your fingers.âÂ
âOkay, honey,â He nods and trails them down her torso to the button on her pants. His lips follow the path, kissing as he goes.Â
He looks up at her when he successfully undoes the pants and pulls them down, leaving her in a cornflower cotton thong and her black lace bra. One of his long slender fingers dances lightly over her clothed mound and her hips stutter as she tries to refrain from whimpering once more. It had been so long since someone else had touched her here and she was over the moon that it was Jake.Â
He taps at her legs and she opens them wider for him. His hand trails down to travel down her slit, still teasing her over her panties. He presses his middle finger against her entrance and pulls back up to her clit that now felt like it was on fire. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving with Jakeâs watchful eyes going between her face, her chest and her pussy.Â
âFuck, honey,â He breaths. âYou really need this, huh?âÂ
âYes, Jake, please just take them off.âÂ
He nods with a bite of his lip and concentrates on his fingers curling around the blue fabric at her hips and pulling down. The cool air that floods the hot flesh that was just exposed is enough to offer some respite from this exquisite torture. For good measure, as if he knew, Jake leans down and blows more air on her pussy, spreading the lips to really make her squirm.Â
âYou look good enough to eat,â He mutters before swiping a finger through her folds, a noncommittal swirl around her clit before pulling away. Itâs enough to make her whimper, she was so sensitive.Â
âYour cunt is so fucking wet,â Jake sounds overcome with surprise and happiness. He runs his fingers along her slit once more and brings the fingers to his lips. âLike fuckinâ honey, I knew it.âÂ
She surpresses a smile and bucks her hips involuntarily. Jake continues to babble, in disbelief that she was this wet just from him kissing her and how sweet she tasted.Â
When his fingers finally enter her, she cries out. A hand reaches out to grip Jakeâs jaw, bringing his lips back to hers as he begins to pump into her cunt. His pink lips move against hers as he tries to keep his pace steady, but greedily he wants to see her fall apart around his fingers. He wants to see her face when he makes her cum so that he can memorize it. Conjure it up when heâs away from her and has his hand around his cock, imagine heâs fully inside her, bringing her this pleasure.Â
His hand has sped up and sheâs staring at him with a slack jawed expression. His fingers thrust into her with a wet sound as her juices soak his hand and her pussy. âDoes it feel good, honey?âÂ
âSo good, Jake. So fucking good. Keep going.âÂ
His thumb begins to circle her clit and she begins to moan louder. It slips against the nub, flooded with her slick. Her hips move with his hand and he grins down at her and she canât take her eyes off his face, how happy he looks.Â
âWill you cum for me, darling? I want to see you cum pretty with my hand in your cunt.â His fingers are massaging inside her walls and they both feel them tighten. His dirty words sent her over the edge. A mix of profanities fall from her mouth as her hips begin to shake and buck on their own volition. Her orgasm flows through her and Jake watches after giving her a hard kiss. Her chest rolling and her knees trying to close but his arms keep them open as he pumps her through it.Â
After she comes down, Jake gently removes his hand from her and sticks his fingers in his mouth before wiping them on his jeans. She watches him with wide eyes and closes them when he runs his clean hand over her hair. âYou are perfect,â He whispers.Â
âSo are you,â She replies with a slight laugh. âCan I?â
She nods at his bulge, but he shakes his head no.Â
âAnother time, honey. I wanted to do this without getting anything in return.â
âBut, Jake, it must hurt a little? And I want toâŚâ Her hand moves to flutter over it but he pushes it away and grabs her hand instead.Â
âI promise Iâm fine, but if you insist, Iâm also not against getting off.âÂ
They laugh together before she languidly removes her hand from his, unzips his pants and pulls his cock out from beneath the boxers it was straining against. Her eyes flit between her movements and Jakeâs face. He huffs out a breath of anticipation. Her light touch on him feeling like so much after getting so worked up over her noises and taste.Â
His brows furrow as her hand begins to pump his length and heâs trying to contain himself, embarrassed by how quickly heâs ready to cum. She must sense his unease.Â
âJust let go if youâre ready, Jake. I can imagine youâve been wound up for a while. Itâs hot that youâre already close.âÂ
âYeah,â He huffed a laugh, his voice raspy. âIâve imagined this for a month now and itâs just, fuck. It feels so good.âÂ
She smiles at him and leans over his tip before he can protest. Her lips envelop his head and suck it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it gently, coaxing him to cum in her mouth while her hand continues to rub over his shaft. The wet soft suction of her mouth sends him over the edge heâd been trying to stay on top of, but he canât stop himself from cumming down her throat. She hums in admiration as the warmth fills her throat and Jake throws his head back in exhaustion. His hair splays around him on the couch as his eyes tilt close for a moment as his chest heaves, attempting to calm himself. He couldnât believe sheâd just swallowed his load like that, no hesitation with no request.Â
She tucks his softening cock back into his boxers delicately after cleaning him up and crawls up and cuddles into his side. He smiles with a sigh, his eyes peeking open slightly to look at her. Her hand runs up and down his chest, stroking the softness and cherishing his warmth. She smiles when he notices his gaze.Â
âThat was nice,â She suggests in a whisper.Â
âMore than nice, honey. I think weâre going to continue doing that for a long, long time.âÂ
She giggles and tucks her head into the crook of his neck, placing a chaste kiss against the slightly clammy skin.Â
âOkay, Jakey.âÂ
They settle into a soft silence. Content with one another. Jake strokes over her arm and hair while she remains hugged to his chest. Loving his warmth and firmness against her.Â
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Greta Van Fleet going on Americas Got Talent for the heck of it thatâd be so fun
ADDISON HELLO IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE YOU SENT THIS IN I'M SO SORRY BUT TA DA I'VE GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU!!
The Greta Van Fleetles
Words: 3.2k words
Warnings: drinking, language, sexual innuendos, just overall buffoonery
Notes: Thank you @jmkho for recommending a little Beatles crossover, mixing my two favorite bands was a blast to write :)
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âRemind me again why weâre doing this?â Jake asked from the backstage area of the Nashville arena, nervously playing with his dress shirt and fake beard.Â
âBecause itâs funny as hell,â Sam replied with a shrug. Beside him, Danny was struggling to tame his curly mane into a wig cap, wrestling with it on top of his head. Sam took a break from buttoning up his black fur coat and put his hands out to stop Danny. âYouâre gonna rip your head off, let me help you.âÂ
Jake stared onwards at his younger brother, who was using both his hands to force the cap from the back of Dannyâs head to his forehead. Dannyâs eyes were squeezed shut in pain, but he didnât utter a single sound.Â
âI think this is an interesting direction for us,â Josh admitted. Jake turned back to study his twin and smirked at his long, dirty blonde wig, shaved face, and large round glasses.Â
âThe resemblance is uncanny,â Jake joked. Josh toyed with a few strands of the fake hair and gave Josh a goofy grin. âI have to get into the Liverpudlian mindset.âÂ
âWhatâs the plan anyways?â Jake turned back to Sam, since the whole thing had been his idea in the first place. Sam finally secured Dannyâs wig cap with a loud snap, making Danny wince, and turned to Jake with triumph still etched across his face.Â
âWe go out there, get a few laughs, play âDig a Pony,â and call it a day.âÂ
âWhy âDig a Pony?ââ Josh raised an eyebrow.Â
Sam thought hard. âItâs a fun song.âÂ
Jake turned to Josh and studied him. âDo you even know the lyrics?âÂ
âJohn Lennon didnât know them when he performed it on the rooftop,â Josh said back. âHe had a poor PA hold up the lyrics like a human music stand.âÂ
âItâs a great marketing strategy,â Sam continued to talk at his bandmates. âI mean, weâve got a new album out, this will get people talking and then they'll look into our stuff. If anything, I think itâs a genius plan.âÂ
âYou would,â Jake had to laugh at his younger brotherâs ego. âI think thereâs a reason why most successful bands donât go out on the Americaâs Got Talent stage dressed as a Beatles cover band.âÂ
âThatâs because they donât think outside the box,â Sam pointed out.Â
âI think you just want to do this to prove to people that you look like George Harrison,â Danny shared his thoughts. Jake smirked at the shaggy mop of a wig that Danny had placed on his head. It didnât quite suit him, but it also didnât look horrible.Â
âWould that be a crime?â Sam crossed his arms. With the bright green pants, furry black coat, and Fender strapped to him, he really did resemble the late Beatles lead guitarist. In comparison to Sam, Jake hardly looked like Paul McCartney. With Joshâs help, he had managed to slip on his own shaggy, chocolate brown wig earlier and had a big, bushy beard that entirely covered his lips. His dark three piece suit and Hofner violin bass hanging over his shoulder were really the only indicators that he was supposed to be Paul McCartney. Jake was frustrated that Sam had managed to convince him to take over on the bass for their performance because he hated being away from his guitar, but he tried to suck it up. It was for a silly American reality show. Sure, their performance would air on television, but it wasnât like the stakes were entirely that high.Â
âIt really is an elaborate plan, Sam,â Josh had to muse. âMost people are already in agreement that youâre the reincarnation of George Harrison.âÂ
âI think Samâs up to something else,â Danny thought aloud while trying to straighten his wig. âI bet itâs a way to dodge the Led Zeppelin comparisons. Itâll help if you sing more like John Lennon than Robert Plant.âÂ
âYou know I donât sing like Robert Plant on purpose, right?â Josh shook his head back at Danny in disbelief. âBut I can do a mean John Lennon accent,â he added, pitching his voice to be more nasally, British, and full.Â
âGood, keep in character,â Sam gave Josh a thumbs up. âThatâll make this bit even funnier.âÂ
âAy,â Josh continued to speak like John Lennon. âSwap out the âSâ for an âNâ in my name, Iâll only answer to the name John now.âÂ
âYou spell your name J-O-N-H?â Danny cocked his head to the side.Â
âAw fuck,â Josh smacked himself in the forehead, breaking character. âMy damn dyslexia. I really thought I had done something there.âÂ
Danny chuckled at Joshâs mistake, and pulled on the plastic red coat that he and Sam had thrifted earlier that day. He grabbed two drumsticks from the table next to him and spun them around a few times, looking around at his bandmates.Â
âDo I make a good Ringo?â he asked with his eyebrow raised.Â
âYou will in a second,â Sam replied.Â
âOh?â Danny asked. Sam searched around in his tote bag and retrieved a fake mustache, which he carried to Danny and pressed on his upper lip.Â
âI hereby declare thee, Richard Starkey,â Sam announced.Â
âIâd like to be, under the sea, in an Octopusâs Garden,â Danny started to jokingly sing, which Sam met with a loud laugh.Â
âAre you guys ready to go?â Terry Crews joined their circle, wrapping his arms around Jake and Joshâs shoulders. âYou all look great.âÂ
âReady, we are,â Josh nodded. âTime to make some bleedinâ history.âÂ
Terry Crews motioned for them to take the stage and, with their heads held high, the four strutted to center stage, met by a loud applause from the audience. Samâs smile was wide as he centered himself in front of the microphone and looked down at Simon Cowell, Heidi Klum, Howie Mandel, and Sofia Vergara.Â
âYou look familiar,â Howie called up to them with a twinkle in his eye. âDid you stumble across a time machine or something?âÂ
âWhat year is it?â Danny leaned forward to joke into the microphone, sporting a pretty impressive Ringo impression.Â
â2023,â Sofia replied with a chuckle.Â
âWell lads,â Jake stepped forward to look around at his band members, âit looks like we accidentally just took the trip of a lifetime.âÂ
âThatâs what happens when ye get by with a âlil help from yer friends,â Josh added.Â
âWhat are you going to be performing tonight?â Simon asked, seemingly unamused by their comedy routine. Sam took the hint and found his place back in front of the microphone, clearing his throat.Â
âWeâll be doing, uh, âDig a Pony,â off the Let It Be album,â he declared.Â
âGo on then,â Simon nodded. Â
âHe is mean,â Danny whispered to Sam as they moved away from center stage.Â
âWe are The Greta Van Fleetles,â Josh spoke into his microphone, pausing for a brief second to flash a cheeky wink back at Sam, Danny, and Jake. âOne, two, three, four!â He counted the group in.Â
Sam chose âDig A Ponyâ as their song, not only because it was easily one of The Beatlesâ more bizarre songs, but also because the bass and guitar parts were essentially the same. He had been insistent that he play guitar so he could entirely assume the role of George Harrison, which Jake hadnât been thrilled about, but they both knew that they could manage to trade instruments.Â
As they started the song, Sam felt like they were doing a pretty good job, playing in time with Dannyâs enthusiastic beat, syncing up each note perfectly.Â
âI-hi-hi, hi-hi, dig a pony,â Josh sang in a lower register once the song slowed down to the first verse. âBut you can celebrate anything you want, yes, you can celebrate anything you want.âÂ
Jake, still playing Paulâs bass part, hurried across the stage to join Josh at his microphone and sing a higher harmony, which made Sam nearly laugh out loud.Â
âI-hi-hi, hi-hi, do a road hog?â Jake and Josh both sang with their eyebrows furrowed, obviously not remembering the lyrics.Â
âBut you can penetrate any place you want,â Josh belted out, without realizing what he was singing, causing Jake to burst out into a cacophony of wheezes and giggles, most of which the microphone picked up.Â
âYes, you can penetrate any place you want,â Jake harmonized with Josh once more, in between gasps as he tried to catch his breath.Â
Down at the judgeâs table, Simon hit the red buzzer.Â
âAw, câmon!â Sam couldnât help but yell down at him. He really wasnât good at handling criticism. Simon shrugged back at him, as if saying, itâs not my fault you guys stink. Sam tried to not let it get to him, but he missed a few notes as they built up to the chorus.Â
âALL I WANT IS YEW!â Josh and Jake both hollered into the microphone, starting to sound a bit pitchy. âANYTHING HAS GOT TO DO ME LIKE YOU WANNA DO-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO-OOH, BECAUUUSE.âÂ
âThose arenât the lyrics,â Danny groaned from his drumstand. âYou guys are fucking it up.âÂ
This only made Jake laugh harder, and to Sam and Dannyâs dismay, they watched as he turned his back to the audience and took a break from playing his bass to wipe the fat tears away from his eyes. Sofia and Heidi both slammed their fists down on the red buzzer, and Sam threw his head back to groan in despair.Â
The negative reception from the judges only made Jake cackle harder and, with his goofy mood unlocked, he made his way back to Josh and the microphone stand and did a loud âWhoooo!â into the microphone while bashing his head around, to the point where his wig flung off and flew across the stage.Â
âWrong era of Beatles!â Sam scolded Jake for his buffoonery. Josh pulled the microphone off its stand and twirled the cord around a few times as he danced over to Jakeâs wig, which was sitting in a dark brown pile on the edge of the stage. Josh balanced on one leg and reached down to grab the wig, securing it on top of his own wig and gave Howie a wink, which he returned.Â
âI-hi-hi, hi-hi, rode a pony,â Josh returned back to butchering the lyrics.Â
âGive me the mic, Iâll sing it right,â Danny shouted down at him. Josh was incredibly tickled by how easily offended Danny got by Beatles slander.Â
âWell, you can imitate everyone you know,â Josh crooned, lowering his fake glasses down onto the bridge of his nose and wiggling his eyebrows a few times for the cameras. âYes, you can imitate everyone you know,â he sang a second time in a falsetto wail. Jakeâs laughter was picked up again by the mics when the crowd started to cheer Josh on.Â
âALL I WANT IS YEW!â Josh hollered as he filled with confidence. âHEEBA DEEBA BOOBIE DOOBIE SCOOBIE DOOBIE DO-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO-OOH.âÂ
Behind him, Danny grumbled something and Sam missed his cue to break into his guitar solo. He loudly cursed at his error and then struggled to get the timing right, making a collection of squeaks with heavy feedback. In his moment of panic, he accidentally started to play a terrible rendition of the âStairway to Heavenâ solo.Â
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â Jake howled in delight at his brotherâs mistake. âNo Stairway!âÂ
âI didnât realize you knew how to play Stairway,â Josh accidentally spoke into the mic.Â
âI donât,â Samâs face was red with embarrassment. He dropped his hands down to his side in defeat, leaving only Danny to carry the tune, and Howie slammed his fist down on the red buzzer, officially eliminating them.Â
âIâd like to say thank you on behalf of our group, and I hope weâve passed the audition,â Josh spoke over the boos from the crowd.Â
âWell, you didnât,â Simon stared the band down. Jake pulled his wig cap off and shook his short hair out before giving Simon a fake pout.Â
âAh, fooey,â he mumbled.Â
âI was holding out hope for you guys,â Howie said, âYou almost pulled it off.âÂ
âHow do you feel about second chances?â Josh attempted to flash another grin in Howieâs direction. Howie studied the faces of his fellow judges to see how they were feeling, and then turned back to Josh with a shrug.Â
âWhy not?â he guessed.Â
Josh took his cue to rip off his own wig and glasses, which he flung off stage, hitting Terry Crews in the face, and clapped his hands together.Â
âMy name is Josh Kiszka,â he shouted with all of his might. âAnd I give you,â he broke for a dramatic pause, âMagic.âÂ
âOh lord,â Danny shook his head in disbelief from off to the side. âNot on live television.âÂ
Josh planted his feet firmly on the stage and took a low stance.Â
âWhat youâre about to witness is not for the faint of heart,â Josh announced. âIâm going to show you the magical prowess of an enchanter.âÂ
He had the audience, judges, Jake, and Sam in the palm of his hand as he sucked in a deep breath and then exhaled. Slowly, he lifted his hands up, stretched them behind his head, and moved them back upwards to be visible once more. The audience watched as Joshâs index fingers and thumbs looped together in a connected chain. He held his interlocked fingers out in front of him for everyone to see and then, slowly once more, moved them back behind his head.Â
âWhen I do the reveal, all I ask is that you remain calm,â he declared. The entire stadium was still in anticipation. âALAKAZAMâ! Josh screamed, raising his hands back up towards the sky, showing that they were no longer linked together.Â
âOh my god,â Danny shook his head.Â
âWhat?â Sofia asked from the judgeâs table. âWhat was that?âÂ
âMagic,â Josh answered with a grin.Â
All four judges pressed down hard on their red buttons.Â
âI see youâre too close-minded to truly appreciate my powers,â Josh protested.Â
Jake, who had somehow managed to drink half a bottle of pinot noir while Josh performed his magic trick, stumbled back onto the stage and pointed down at the judges.Â
âThis will be sure to impress you.âÂ
âTerry? Whereâs Terry?â Heidi searched around, trying to find their host to remove the hooligans from the stage. On the wing, Terry was sitting on the floor in a daze with a medic who was tending to a nasty gash on his head, earned from Joshâs glasses hitting him earlier.Â
Jake spun around in a staggering circle, waving his fists over his head, and then attempted to jump down into the splits. Everyone winced at the sound of his pants ripping down the middle and his knees cracking with a loud pop.Â
âI guess I canât do that move anymore,â he squeaked out in pain and toppled over onto his side. Sam stepped over him and tore off his oversized coat, revealing his bare chest.Â
âCan you please get them off the stage?â Simon shouted at the security guards, who were apparently non-existent.Â
âYou want talent? Iâll show you talent,â Sam stated with the utmost intensity, still butthurt that they hadnât gotten the golden buzzer for their Beatles cover. The judges gaped at him as he slapped his hand under his armpit and started to swing his other arm up and down, pooting out a string of farting noises.Â
âGo Sam, go!â Josh cheered his younger brother on. Sam maintained direct eye contact with Simon as he let out an impressive line of 16th notes with his armpit, and then broke into a tune that slightly resembled the âCan-Can.âÂ
While Sam played away, Jake attempted to rebound from his devastating dance injury and started to spin circles on the floor, holding his weight up on his shoulder while his legs pushed him around. Josh revisited his magic trick, shouting at the audience that he bet they couldnât guess how he was pulling it off. To the crowd, it was challenging to watch the three brothers at once, since so much was going on. Danny stood back by his drum kit and stared at Sam, Jake, and Josh with a frown. He had never considered going on Americaâs Got Talent, but he was curious if he had enough raw talent to be voted onto the show.Â
He stepped down from his drum stand, removed his wig and mustache, and pulled off his red coat, revealing a black button up shirt and dress pants. After tucking his drumsticks into his back pocket, he reached down to retrieve the Fender Sam had left unattended on the ground. The feedback buzzed at his touch, and he placed the strap over his head with a soft grunt. While Jake, Josh, and Sam continued their clowning, he stepped up to Samâs microphone and strummed a quick chord.Â
âDay after day, alone on a hill,â Danny started to sing while playing along on the guitar. âThe man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still.âÂ
The chaos at center stage started to wind down as Dannyâs warm vocals washed over the audience. Jakeâs spinning slowed to a halt and he laid on his side to watch his friend sing his heart out. Josh had his hands flopped to his side and he gaped at Danny. Sam tried to play along with him using his armpit.Â
âBut nobody wants to know him, they can see that heâs just a fool, and he never gives an answer,â Dannyâs voice grew with more confidence. âBut the fool on the hill sees the sun going down, and the eyes in his head see the world spinning round.âÂ
Josh snapped back to life and started to whistle along to the flute part while Danny hummed. He sang a few runs, just to show off a bit, and then played the final note. Almost immediately he was met by a thunderous applause.Â
âWho knew Ringo could sing?â Howie joked.Â
âWhy didnât you start with that?â Sofia added. âThat was incredible!âÂ
Simon stared down at the line of judges and arched an eyebrow.Â
âI say we go for him, what are your votes?âÂ
âYes for me, absolutely,â Sofia nodded.Â
âDefinitely,â Howie agreed.Â
âYup,â Heidi smiled.Â
âAnd thatâs a yes for me,â Simon stated as he wrote something down on his notepad. âCongratulations, Ringo.âÂ
The crowdâs cheers were deafening.Â
âWe made it?â Josh perked up.Â
âNo, only Danny,â Jake leaned into his side.Â
âHuh?â Josh didnât seem like he could process what had happened.Â
âOh god, heâs gonna go solo,â Sam tugged on his face in despair.Â
âIâm going to decline that offer,â Danny spoke into the microphone with a playful grin. âI was just curious if you would take the bait.âÂ
âOh,â Heidi breathed out in shock.Â
âI have a new record to promote with my band, Greta Van Fleet,â Danny explained as he motioned back at his bandmates. Taking the opportunity, Danny turned towards the camera and pointed at it. âStarcatcher: July 21st, 2023.âÂ
âNow thatâs what I call marketing!â Sam perked back up to exclaim. The three brothers rushed to Dannyâs side and embraced him in a bear hug.Â
âThanks for not leaving the band,â Josh whispered to Danny.Â
âThereâd have to be a lot more tension in the band for me to pull a Ringo and leave,â Danny replied.Â
âPlease get off the stage,â Terry Crews spoke to them, holding an ice pack up to his bandaged head. âI think youâve done enough.â
#greta van fleet#gvf#jake kiszka#sam kiszka#josh kiskza#danny wagner#greta van fleet fanfiction#greta van fleet fanfic#greta van fleet fic#gvf fanfiction#gvf fanfic#gvf fic#america's got talent#the beatles#the greta van fleetles lol#is this the most ambitious crossover? maybe#also this is a pretty genius marketing tactic tbh#greta van fleet take notes pls
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That's so sweet of you to share with your coworkers. I bet they'll really appreciate your kindness.
I've been reading mostly non fiction here lately. Music biographies and such. When I do read fiction it tends to be drama or mystery/thriller. How about you?
And it's wonderful you write. Some of my mutuals will share poems or fanfic they write and I'm always so in awe of their talent.
Maybe when I reveal myself I will request a moodboard âş
And Hysteria is amazing!! It's got to be one of the best rock records hands down.
I'm into a wide variety of artists. Right now it's a lot of the alternative bands from the 90s but I listen to most genres. My playlist can go from Metallica to Fleetwood Mac to the Red Hot Chili Peppers to Marvin Gaye lol
I'm pretty sure I was matched with you because I had mentioned I would like to learn more about Greta Van Fleet. I've seen many posts about them but haven't really listened to a lot of their music. What 10 songs of theirs do you think best represents the band?
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Oh sweet! What are your favourite music biographies? I mostly read fantasy, classics, and music biographies as well!
Absolutely I would LOVE to make you one! So far only one of my things is published for writing and it was for Marty Friedman of Megadeth (it was request!)
You my friend have very great taste in bands!
Ahhh very nice!! Well before I mention some of my favourite songs by them, let me introduce you to the members!
From left to right: Danny Wagner, Jake Kiszka, Josh Kiszka, and Sam Kiszka
Josh, Jake, and Sam are brothers (fun fact: Jake and Josh are twins!) and Danny is like a brother to the three of them since he and Sam have been friends for years!
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faking you out
josh kiszka x fem!reader
warnings: explicit sexual content, 18+ only
a/n: hey, itâs chey. i deleted my whole blog, but i decided to republish my old fics⌠and maybe new ones. much love always đ¤đŚâ¨
tags: gonna tag my friends and those i can remember from my old taglist, lmk if youâd like to be added or removed! @alwayzthere @strangersingold @garbagevanfleet @obetrolncocktails @godlygreta @gardenvanfleet @singingmangoes @tripthelight-fanfic @theweightofstardust @teddiie
youâd just brewed a pot of coffee when you heard josh step into the house. heâd been out with his brothers for lunch, which always prompted him to come home in a more playful mood than usual.
âbaby! where are you?â he half-screams, bounding in through the front door. âiâm in the kitchen!â you yell back.
he makes his way to you, walking up behind you and wrapping his form around yours. he places his head on your shoulder and gives your cheek a tender kiss. âhow was it being home alone?â he questions.
âit was nice, quiet for onceâ you say, giggling as he presses his fingers into your sides to tickle you. âthatâs not nice. are you saying iâm loud?â he teases, leaning farther into you so that his curls tickle your neck. âyou know youâre loud, josh.â
âthat was mean, y/n. how could you say that to me?â he questions, feigning sadness, but you just giggle. âyouâre a child, joshua.â
âoh am i?â he asks, sounding defensive. his front is still pressed to your back before he asks, âyou wanna go?â
you let out a laugh before telling him to âbring it!â, but the wind is almost knocked out of you as he grabs your arms and pulls them above your head to bring you into a full nelson hold. josh loved play-fighting with you, but you always got distracted when he did this particular hold on you. there was just something about joshâs biceps⌠the way he lifted you so easily, the way the flexed when he was doing things⌠it drove you insane. especially being held in his grasp like this.
your bodies were pressed flush together and you struggled against him to try and pull your arms downward and break the hold. you could almost never do it, josh was too strong. you tried to lurch your body forward and use the counter as leverage to get away from him, but he quickly caught on to your game and turned you around so that you had nowhere to go. you continued to struggle against him before kicking your leg back into his knee, making him yelp and drop you.
you took the opportunity to try to run away, but you barely made it into the den before josh was tackling you to the carpeted floor. he wrestled you around for a moment before pinning you with his body, holding your arms above your head with his hands. âdo you give up yet?â he asks, bringing his lips to your ear, placing a kiss to the lobe. âno josh, never!â you say, but you regret saying no immediately. josh took your no seriously, and he enacted what he called âphase twoâ of play-fighting, which was basically âletâs see who gets horniest and begs to get fucked first.â
he very slowly begins to grind his pelvis into yours, continuing to place kisses along your ear and up your jaw. you let a soft moan fall from your lips and you feel him smile against you, but you donât plan on letting him win that easily. you push your body upward into his and loop your leg through his, jerking it so that you can roll over. he lets you, loosening his grip on your arms, and you flip so that youâre straddling him. you lean forward so that your hair tickles his face and you lick a stripe along his jaw before biting him just below his ear.
you knew bites always left josh reeling, and you gave him two more before he decided heâd had enough and pushed you off of him. you fell against the floor, and the action caused you both to laugh. once again, you scrambled to your feet and tried to run away, but he got up just as quickly and caught you, putting you into the full nelson hold again. you kicked your leg up and braced it against the wall to try and slip from his grasp. exasperated laughs and breaths fell from you both as you struggled to get away, but when you pushed back against him you could feel that the writhing you were doing against him was working in your favor.
at this point, josh knew you could feel him pressed hard against you, so it was time to play hardball. he let you go and you rubbed your arms, trying to regain blood-flow to them. after a second josh has you flipped around and pressed against the wall, his arms braced against it and framing your face. he pushes his crotch into yours again and you moan, watching a smirk form across his face. âyou sure youâre not ready to give up yet?â he questions, watching the facade you were trying to put on slowly falter. he suddenly grabs both of your thighs and hoists your legs around his waist, and you know he notices how you stare at his biceps while he lifts you up.
he lets out a laugh, soft and low, before telling you to wrap your arms around his neck so he can take your body away from the wall. you do as youâre told, already knowing youâve lost the game. he carries you down the hall and to your room, placing you gently atop your bed. âdo you give up?â he asks, his tone smarmy. you shake your head no, and he laughs, crawling gently over you. âuse your words. nowâ he commanded, and you knew you had no fight left to give. âyes josh, i give upâ you say, falling flat against your bed. he leans down next to your ear and teasingly whispers, âthank you, mama.â
he moves so that one of his legs is between yours and pushes it upward so that he can grind his knee softly against your clit. âjosh, please,â you beg, your voice already sounding whiny, âplease just fuck me. i canât handle anymore teasing.â
you hear him huff a laugh before pulling away from your neck and shaking his curls into your face. âoh, baby⌠you think iâm gonna give it to you that easy? after you were so mean to me?â
his voice is low and teasing. after he speaks he begins to trace a hand up your side, slipping his fingers past the hem of your t-shirt and running a hand along your breast. he rolls a nipple between his fingers before speaking, âtsk-tsk⌠no bra. what am i gonna do with you?â
you mewl at his words and arch upward into his touch, desperate for more friction. you can no longer form words to describe to josh what you need from him, but youâre also aware that he doesnât care to hear it. he pulls your shirt up and you help him work it over your head before he reattaches his hand to your breast, and attacks the other with his mouth. you try to push down against his knee, but he wraps his arm around your torso and holds your body steady. feeling his strong muscles flex against you only increased the wetness pooling between your legs.
you attempt to move beneath him, writhing and kicking, soft whines escaping your lips. he laughs at you again, sliding his hands down your frame and slipping his hand under the thin cotton of your sleep shorts. he presses his digits to your clit, slowly rubbing against it outside your underwear. âyou want it?â he teases, making eye contact with you. âpleaseâ you breathe, the sound escaping your body softly.
he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and pulls them quickly down your legs, discarding them onto the floor. he stands from the bed, undressing himself, and then returns to his place above you, leaning down to kiss you with a smirk plastered onto his face. you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you, desperate to feel his body all over yours.
he reaches down between you to grab his hardened length, running it along your folds before slowly teasing your entrance with the tip. âjosh, fuck me, pleaseâ you say against his lips, and he giggles into your mouth before finally slipping himself into you. your breath hitches in your throat as you feel him fill you, sliding in as far as he can go. he braces himself on his hands on either side of your head before asking you, âyou like my arms, baby?â
you nod your head, untrusting of your voice, and he smirks once again before he tells you to grab them and hold on tight. you dig your fingers into his biceps as he slowly rolls his hips forward and then pulls out as far as he can, only to slam back into you again. he sets a relentless pace, and the muscles flexing beneath your fingertips only aid you in reaching your peak faster. his curls are stuck to his forehead and you can see a sheen of sweat coating his tan chest. you felt your eyes roll back in pleasure as josh continued to fuck you, his pace never faltering.
âyou gonna be good for me?â he asks, reaching down to rub circles on your clit. âyes josh, iâll be good. i promise.â
âyou gonna cum for me, baby?â he questions next, and you can only nod as you feel your peak approaching. âwords. now.â he says, removing his fingers and slowing his pace. you practically scream as you can feel your rapidly approaching orgasm begin to dwindle away. âyes, iâm gonna cum for you, josh! please make me cum!â you beg, aching for your release.
he begins to work on you again then, laughing above you. he brings you right back to the edge, and you arch your back as you feel every nerve ending in your lower half heat up like spreading wildfire. âthatâs it baby, let go for meâ he says sweetly, removing his hand from your clit and slowly stroking down your side.
he continues to fuck you, chasing his own high, and your body is in euphoria as you talk him to his release. âplease cum for me, joshâ you beg, and after a few quick snaps of his hips heâs spilling inside you with a drawn out groan. he pulls out of you and you mewl at the loss of him inside you, but he lies next to you and pulls your body flush to his. he presses a soft kiss to your cheek before telling you to sleep, and that heâll run you a bath when you wake up.
#josh kiszka#josh kiszka fanfic#josh kiszka gvf#josh kiszka smut#gvf smut#gvf fanfic#greta van fanfic#greta van fleet fic#greta van fleet smut#gvf#jake kiszka#sam kiszka#danny wagner
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gvf headcanon | they find out you're pregnant
request: hi lovely! could i perhaps request a headcannon of how the boys react to you saying youâre pregnant. i have major baby fever rn and iâm using fanfic to fill that void lmao
josh.
ok, first, he already knew. i mean he didnât exactly know like some kind of wizard or fortune teller. i feel josh is the type of person to be attentive with his loved ones, especially if they start presenting signs that show theyâre not being themselves, either by choice or not. and i feel like joshâs mind would always be thinking about having a child with you. we have seen this man is a huge baby fan and maybe even wants to be a father in the future, so any sign indicating you might be pregnant would be quickly caught by mister kiszka. also, heâs telling the whole world about it.
as i say, josh always has an eye on you. the signs were all there, right in front of his eyes, and they were too loud to be ignored. it started one morning that you had spent in the bathroom, throwing up your entire dinner from the night before. it was followed by the sudden pain in your feet and ankles. then he noticed the mood swings, the everlasting fatigue you seemed to be suffering, and the constant complaint about your breasts being swollen. separately, the symptoms were absurd and random, but as he summed them up, josh only came up with one conclusion, one he was expecting you to define. he knew damn well his mind was paying him tricks; he had been desiring this for a long time. his expectations only grew bigger as he watched you sneak inside the bathroom for a couple of pregnancy tests. however, to not be soon disappointed, josh worked hard to distract himself and forget about the signs. only days later, his daily session of lyric writing was interrupted by you. you were wearing an expression he couldnât define with words, and that was enough for him to drop everything and ran towards you, the worst scenarios showing up inside his head. he stopped midway, anyways, as you spitted out the poor yet significant information you had about your future as a couple. whatever you were expecting from josh was definitely not the reality, and you were shocked to see the biggest, most sincere smile on your boyfriendâs face. and, for sure, you never expected the following words.
âi knew it! fuck it, i knew it!â he was jumping around, with evident pretty tears in his eyes, hands forming fists as he celebrated without you
âwh-what?â you were more confused than anything else, not comprehending one bit of your boyfriendâs reaction, but still appreciating it was not a bad one.
he didnât waste time to explain it and just went over you, pressing your body against his with the warmest hug you have ever received. he pulled away quickly to pamper your entire face with kisses, changing that old expression of sadness into a one full of joy.
âgod, i need to call mom! and jake, i need to call jake!â he was a mess of excitement and nervousness, as a bright unknown future was closer than ever, but he didnât care.
josh was finally going to have his own family with the love of his life.
sam.
mmhm, i think sam would be totally afraid. i donât of what exactly, i mean thereâs a lot to be afraid of upon a pregnancy. even if itâs an expected one, pregnancy always implies big changes and people tend to be afraid of changes, especially of that magnitude. i believe sam would be mostly scared for himself, maybe thinking he wouldnât be a good father with the life he carries.
he never expected your apartment to be so silent. you had made quite of a concerning call a few minutes ago, claiming you had something to tell him, something that could change everything. for some reason, sam thought the worst. even the possibility of cheating came up, even though sam knew well that you could never do such a thing to him or anyone. however, something was bugging him and finding your place filled with darkness and silence only made things worse. he called your name for a while, and only when you replied could sam breathe air. you were hiding in your room or so that appeared, as your voice sounded distant and muffled. he walked towards your voice, his steps echoing around the house. your room was as dark too, only being illuminated by a poor light on your night stand. before sam could ask what was wrong, his eyes found the papers. your stare was already fixated on them, and so sam understood those papers held the news you had for him. in that same silence, he took the papers and read them closely, completely misunderstanding where he was supposed to be reading. his clueless expression made you realize you should speak, and though your voice was barely working, you found the courage to tell him.
âiâm three months pregnantâ you spoke, finally meeting his eyes.
there was something in them that you could not read. in reality, not even samuel knew what to feel. all he could understand was that he was completely scared. all the possible scenarios of your future together came up like a trailer of a long movie, and it was all too scary for him. his main concern, more like his only concern, seemed to be his responsibility. the idea of parenthood was nice until you had to put it to work. but then your eyes met and all that worry vanished instantly. though you were visibly affected, you still carried a scent of comfort that sam felt right away. it was evident on your face; you could only do this if sam was by his side. as he contemplated reality, you stepped down the bed and walked towards him, taking him into your arms and staying in that hug for a while, communicating only through your warmth and love. sam, now with his mind clearer than ever, spoke only a few words, but the only ones he seemed to be able to form.
âiâll do my bestâ
danny.
i must say i think he would be the quickest to react but also would like go completely insane. i say the quickest as in i imagine the rest freezing and be like âyou joking, right?â. but i think danny would actually react right away, first completely panicking because damn this came out of nowhere but soon he would be so happy.
you have been holding onto the news for a long time by now. you knew it was wrong; danny deserved to know right away, especially since he had been there for you since the moment you felt sick. it was surprising to say the least, when danny woke up suddenly in the middle of the night to find you throwing up in the bathroom. when it happened once, it could be simple food poisoning. it was after the fourth night that danny worried sickly and drove you to the doctor. the results only came in days later, when your boyfriend had to abandon you for a couple of weeks to join a short tour with his band. you thought of joining them, share with danny the news and finally receive an answer, which was the one thing eating you up. you were scared of his reaction, of his possible thinking process. you knew how much he wanted to be a father but the time had come earlier than expected and now things were not the same. however, your mind played tricks for days and now it was too late; danny was about to be home and you were holding in your arms the biggest surprise he could ever wait for. you tried faking a smile when you saw your boyfriend entering your shared home, but it was too hard for you. as you should have expected, your lover caught on it quite away, his own big grin fading as soon as your eyes met his.
âwhatâs wrong, my love?â danny feared stepping closer, and you felt like ripping the bandaid with one pull
âiâm pregnantâ it came out of you faster than you expected, and yet jake reacted right away.
âreally?â his voice, however, was quite soft, almost as a whisper; however, his smile had made a comeback âyouâre pregnant?â
your eyes were soon bathed with tears and your voice betrayed you as you tried replying. when you closed your eyes to cry, you felt a wave of warmth when two arms hugged you tightly. the soft voice of your boyfriend resonated through your body as he spoke into your ear.
âweâll be fine, baby. fuck, y/n, we will be parentsâ
and little did you know, his eyes were also crying, sending out the biggest tears of joy he could ever release.
jake.
i think jake would be truly frozen, maybe even nonverbal for a while. he would probably be thinking a lot, considering the future and the fact that he was going to be a father. but i have the idea that jake would probably worry more about you than himself, and so his first reaction would be to make sure youâre alright.
because jake had actually thought about this scenario before, after you two had spent several nights chatting after having sex. the topic of pregnancy and parenthood had been present in many nights, bringing slight fear and excitement to the couple. on your side, you were concerned about the impact an unsolicited pregnancy could bring. however, though jake expressed his agreement, his biggest concern was always you. not much did he ever care about himself. since you had arrived into his life, you had become much more of a priority than jake ever expected. now you were in consideration all the time, whenever jake needed to make a decision, a choice or even a question. now every plan had to include a âbut what about y/n?â. he never once regretted that mentality, and yet he never expected for you to make that statement. it was always a dream you two could only have the luxury of thinking about, but now the dream had become a reality, and you were standing in front of him, showing, with quite an odd expression, a pregnancy test. the two red lines were enough indicators of the sudden change in your life.
âyouâre pregnantâ jake was intending to ask, but his mind sent the order as a statement
ây-yeahâ you had no idea what to think or feel, but you body did; you were visibly shaking
a silence took over, where fear ruled the room. before his mind could react, jake ran towards you, pushing the test away and holding you close to him. he let you bury your head into his chest, gripping onto his clothes in an attempt to make sure he wouldnât run away. it was not even an option and jacob knew; nothing could make him run away from you. now, however, his mind was only worried about you and, with that going around, he chose his following words wisely.
âiâm only happy if youâre happy, itâs always been like this and it will never change, no matter how many red lines we meet in our lives. nowâŚâ he made a pause before continuing ânow we should rest, sleep and we will talk about this tomorrow. just know that iâll always be the happiest man by your side, and nothing could change my mindâ
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on the horns of a dilemma part 1 // Jake Kiszka x Female Reader
WARNINGS: angst, strong language, cheating, mention of alcohol and other substances.
NOTE: Hi! Well, as you all can see, this is my first fanfiction EVER, so maybe this could be very shitty, but I put all my blood, sweat and tears on this, and Iâm not joking with putting my tears on this because I was crying meanwhile I was writing this, so⌠enjoy it. Also, english is not my first language but if I write my fanfics in my language... nobody is going to read it, so pardon me if there is a mistake c: There is A LOT of songs references.
Words: +11,000
Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Female Reader
SUMMARY: Jake is one of your closest friends since you were on middle school, they have grown up together, but you always had a crush on him, you never considered yourself attractive enough to be with him. Now, Jake is getting married and you're realizing that maybe if you had been a little braver a while ago, things would be very different. Everyone is tangled up on the horns of a dilemma.
PLAYLIST
SEE YOU SOON â BEABADOOBEE
I WILL - MITSKI
MOON SONG â PHOEBE BRIDGERS
ANNA (GO TO HIM) â THE BEATLES
THE WINNER TAKES IT ALL (COVER)â CARLA BRUNI
KNOWING ME, KNOWING YOU (COVER) â ANGIE MCMAHON
CRY â CIGARRETTES AFTER SEX
BACK TO THE OLD HOUSE â THE SMITHS
TAKE CARE â BEACH HOUSE
I'D HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IT - LEITH ROSS
WIFE â MITSKI
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Y/Nâs POV:
Dear Diary,
Here I am after about... 13 years, maybe? Maybe more. I'm an adult now and I feel stupid to write here again, but maybe that's what I need, because if I tell this to someone in my circle of friends, they will surely see me as the most horrible and dumbest person in the world, although maybe I am.
As I had already written a long time ago, I've always loved Jake, perhaps when I met him, I only appreciated him as a good friend, but over time, Jake inevitably won my heart. When I was about 15 years old, I was finally able to accept that I liked Jake, but I didn't want to say or do anything about it, I didn't want to damage our friendship because it was one of the most important things to me after growing up a bit alone in such a small town. I just didn't want to lose him.
In addition to the fact that I never consider myself pretty enough for him to like me, because⌠he was always a very handsome boy, he got along with everyone and had many girls behind him, but the best of all is the way he treats everyone, always friendly, looking into your eyes, paying attention to every word and movement, these details made many people (like me) fall at their feet. Their girlfriends were gorgeous and I... I was just like the song; I was a teenage dirtbag compared to all of them.
I saw him fall in love many times, I listened to him every time he told me about some girl he liked, as well as every time his heart was broken even though mine was five times more broken, but I always had a piece of advice to tell him. There was a time when Jake would ask me a lot if I liked someone, but I always told him that no one in particular, always tried to change the subject of the conversation by making the worst jokes that could exist. He also saw me have some "romantic" approaches with other people, but nothing serious, in fact, I've always tried not to tell him if I liked someone, because I could never fall in love in the full sense of the word with someone other than him.
One time, when we were... roughly 16 or 17 years old, we were at an "underground" party with Josh (it was our first party of many) where we ended up terribly drunk. I still don't understand how the police never arrested us for possession of alcohol. Well... that's not the point, the important thing here is that on that day, precisely on that day, on a random May 16, he gave me a long, passionate kiss out of nowhere, he took my face in his hands, walked over without warning, and just kissed me. Why did he kiss me? He did it because he was... drunk, as far as I know, thatâs why he did it, not because he had feelings for me, even Josh was shocked by that, but I remember being petrified processing what the hell was going on. The next day I had asked Jake if he remembered what had happened at the party, but he was sure he didn't. The answer was clear, he was never attracted to me.
Just as I watched Jake grow up and he watched me grow up, I also saw how his dreams were coming true, he was finally living his best life, he had the band of his dreams along with his friend and brothers. What more could he ask for? I was happy for him, genuinely happy to see him on stage shining with his family because yes, Danny was his brother too. I attended almost all the concerts of the band and I was moved in the same way because it filled me with pride to see him at school events, then in bars to huge venues, it's something indescribable and priceless.
Now... why did I do a little recap? the problem (well, at least for me it is a problem) is that obviously a lot of time has passed and although I repeatedly had the opportunity to tell Jake how I feel, but I just never had the guts to tell him and the big problem with this is that... he is going to get married in a couple of months, he hasn't told me personally yet, in fact I found out through Josh a couple of hours ago, I don't know why Jake hasn't told me yet and I'd rather not know, but anyway tomorrow we'll go to a cafe to have breakfast, well⌠we are no longer young enough to spend a whole night glued to the bar, we canât  resist the same amount of alcohol in contrast to everything we used to drink when we were younger, although itâs not like we are extremely old now, but⌠is not the same as it was.
He has been with his girlfriend for a long time, I know her, sheâs an angel, a very nice person and... I understand why Jake loves her so much, she is intelligent, nice, beautiful and is the type of person that makes you feel calm. As much as I want to, I can't hate her. I never saw her as competition because that idea seems absurd to me, besides there is no point of comparison, Jake is the Sun, she is the Moon and I am not even a star, they complement each other quite well.
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The next day, you went to the usual cafe in downtown Nashville, you were a little late and worried about leaving Jake waiting for so long, but when you entered the cafe, you didn't see him at first glance, which crushed your heart, but after looking closely, at the most hidden table, you identified his back. Despite the years, he kept his long hair, that day his hair was slicked back, and he was wearing his white cropped shirt. The years still didn't pass through his face. By this time, Jake had already removed his mustache, so he looked like he was back in his early 20s.
You gave him a little pat on the shoulder and proceeded to sit in front of him; seeing you, he greeted you with a friendly smile.
âForgive me for being so late, I hope you didn't have to wait so longâ you said while you noticed a peculiar shine in his eyes.
âBah, donât worry, If you took a hundred years to arrive, I would stay waiting for you all those hundred yearsâ His answer made you feel a slight tingling in your stomach just like when you were a teenager âYou are my best friend, I would wait for you as long as it was and especially because I have something magnificent to tell youâ continued breaking all the charm, again -the best friend-.
âOh yeah, well, go aheadâ you said with a low-key forced smile.
âOkay, but first⌠let's eat something, I already ordered some pancakes, you just need to order somethingâ
The waitress came over so you could order your breakfast; since your stomach hurt from being nervous, you only ordered a small sandwich and chamomile tea. As you and Jake ate, you kept glancing at him to see if he noticed you were looking at him and tell you why you were having breakfast together, you knew very well that it was to tell you about his wedding, you wanted to hear it come out of his mouth, but at the same time... you also wanted him not to say it and instead of inviting you to his wedding, you wanted him to tell you that his relationship with his partner had finished and then escape together from the cafeteria riding a horse with a golden mane, although you knew perfectly well that it was something very far from reality since he was apparently madly in love with his future wife. Even though you loved him, you felt bad for even imagining in the silliest way that he might change his mind about the wedding.
Jake lost his gaze in your tea to take a deep breath.
"Remember when... we said we hated Tears in Heaven?" he asked you meanwhile a giggle came out from his mouth.
Your eyes widened like two blooming flowers upon hearing his question and you answered serenely accompanied by a goofy smile "Of course I remember. And to think that Eric Clapton has praised you many times, only if he knew."
"It's that we had heard it so many times until we hated it."
âYeah... but it's sad that baby died.â you took a sip of your tea taking away your gaze from him.
There was a moment of silence again, but Jake broke it with a sigh, "We've grown up together and we've come so far. Who knew we'd do so well in life? You as a journalist and me as a musician, everything is amazing, looking back at the things we've accomplished and now that we're in our early thirties...time goes by so fast."
"It's been a long time... now we're two adults who are doing... well, you're doing great."
"You're doing amazing too, you're one of the most recognized journalists in America."
You blushed letting out a shy smile that gradually faded "Well yes... but, I don't know, lately I haven't been feeling all that well emotionally. Sometimes I want to forget everything."
Jake frowned at your last words "Why? Is there something you want to talk about?" he leaned towards you and was looking for your gaze even though he sensed that you didn't want to look him in the eye.
"It's just... I don't even know why I feel like this" you lied "I think now I'm regretting not having done many things when I had the opportunity to do it" your gaze was lost to avoid eye contact, but Jakeâs gaze was so piercing that it was hard not to see his eyes âBut I don't want to ruin our breakfast so...â
"If you need to tell me something, I'll always be there for you, it doesn't matter if it's something silly for you, I'll always listen to you" he rubbed his thumb against the back of your cold hand, although you wanted to have physical contact with him, you slowly removed your hand. He was a little disappointed that you took your hand away from him, but on one hand he understood and continued "Well, we better change the subject of the conversation, don't you think?" you nodded and he continued "So... I told you to come here to tell you something extremely" this was where you realized that he was going to tell you what you already knew when you saw how his eyes lit up and his cheeks were pink; he looked genuinely happy "I haven't told you because like I told youâŚI can't process it butâŚI'm getting married!"
You feigned astonishment as you took another sip of your tea, but your heart was being crushed. As you set the cup down on the table, you looked up to meet Jake's eyes with a smile that hid pain. "Oh, Jakey. That's great! When is the wedding?"
"I knew you would be happy!" he took a sip of his tea "It will be May 16, but it won't be here, it will be in Scotland. Of course, you are invited, in fact, I would like you to help me a little with the organization"
When you heard the wedding date, you felt an emptiness in your chest and your eyes quickly began to fill with tears. The desire to cry betrayed you and began to fall from your eyes.
âOh my god, Y/N! Are you okay?â he asked tenderly.
"Yes, yes, of course I am, I'm just... I'm very happy for you and I'm crying with happiness. That's it" once again you lied and tried to wipe away your tears.
Jake showed his perfect smile again that could collide the whole town "You had scared me for a moment" he giggled "But it makes me happy that you are happy and especially for accompanying me in important moments."
You couldn't feel bad about him, you couldn't hate him, or his fiancĂŠe, but you did hate the fact that things could be different.
While Jake was eating his breakfast calmly, you hurried to finish yours, you didn't want to be there with him anymore because you were going to keep crying and that was going to worry him.
Once you finished your sandwich and your tea you said "Well... my good old FRIEND" you made a clear emphasis on the word friend "I have to go because I have to prepare for an interview with... Tom Hiddleston, so that... I am very happy to see you and see that you are well and especially that you are getting married. As for your proposal to help you with the organization, I will have to check it and as soon as I know if I am not so busy, I will tell you" you asked for the bill of what you ate and as fast as you could... you left the cafe, not even Jake could tell you "goodbye" and on the one hand, that's how you wanted it to be because you didn't want to hear a "goodbye" from him. Also, about the interview with Tom Hiddleston, it was also fake but not impossible and you wanted to make him a little bit jealous since he knew how much you liked Tom Hiddleston when you were younger. Jake noticed that something wasn't right when he saw that later you didn't react the way he wanted, but far from feeling angry, he was very worried about you. He was hurt to see how gradually your behavior from "crying for happiness" changed to literally running away from there.
Once outside, you ran to your car and headed home. You didn't want to know anything about anyone. It was all so overwhelming it just made you want to kick Nashville to hell, be quiet and drive away.
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ÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂY/Nâs POV:
Dear Diary.
Itâs me Y/N again being ridiculous and childish as always.
I went to breakfast with Jake to give me the damn news that he's getting married. He just wanted to see me there to tell me that he will have his wedding, he also wants me to help him with the organization and honestly, I can't do it, I couldn't bear to see him again, I feel so heartbroken and embarrassed by how I acted. I felt bad for having lied to him so many times in just one day.
I know I'm being fucking selfish, I know, but I've spent a lot of time hiding my feelings for fear of losing him and now I'm losing his friendship for being weird and losing him at the same time. I feel so stupid because I don't understand why I'm reacting this way right now as an adult, because honestly with all these negative feelings, I feel like when I was in high school, and I saw him with his girlfriend from back then.
It's impossible to hate them and I never will, it's impossible, they're both so lovely but they hurt me, but do you know what triggered my crying to come out? It was the damn date, the same day that Jake ever kissed me, that same day but from now...he's getting married. It disappoints me to know that day was only important to me, but I can't do anything about it, I can't force him to love me and after all... he deserves to be happy.
I don't know if I'll be able to attend his wedding, but I definitely won't be able to help him to organize it. I'll see what excuse I'll come up with to keep my distance. I know what I'm going to do is horrible, but I need to do something for the sake of my emotional stability.
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ÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂ To "calm down a bit", you spent the rest of the morning and afternoon watching movies like "My Best Friend's Wedding" and other romcoms to maybe comfort yourself a bit. You wanted to fool yourself that there was a chance you could cancel all plans and stay with Jake.
At some point in their friendship, they had said that if they both stayed single, they would get married and be together because they got along quite well, but the paths of life are not always as we want and although there were always people in love with you, you were always the maid of honor but never the bride.
When the sun set, you took the beer out of your fridge and gave in to the urge to drink one after another until you were completely drunk, although you were always aware of your actions while you were under the influence of alcohol, this time you stopped worrying about what you would do, you were so drunk that you bawled the lyrics of all those songs that expressed your pain, from Dolly Parton to The Smiths with "Back To The Old House", returning with ABBA and for the punchline: "Anna" by The Beatles. What you needed most was a hug and although anyone could give you a simple hug, you needed to feel the warm arms of your beloved Jake around you, but his hugs didnât belong to you, they belonged to someone else, and it had always been that way. Your phone started ringing over and over again, checking who was calling you saw that the one calling you was Jake. You didn't feel like talking and you felt sorry that he realized you were crying.
"Jake?" you took the call "What happened? Do you need anything?" you asked letting out a tiny sob.
On the other end of the phone, Jake noticed that you were sobbing "Are you okay? It's just... I'm calling to ask if you're okay, I heard a weird sound and, in the morning, at breakfast, you left very quickly. You were fine and then... you left me"
When he said the last thing, your heart was crushed and you remained silent although the alcohol was nothing to cause you to confess everything, your brain was reluctant to say anything inappropriate "Oh... it's that... I told you, I had many things... to... do" your voice betrayed the amount of alcohol you were drinking "and... I had to... go"
"Are you drunk?"
"Um... kinda. Why?"
"Y/N, I've known you for a long time, obviously I'll know when you're drunk... and without me"
Jake tried to joke, but instead of making you laugh it made you sadder.
"Yes... I'm drunk, terribly drunk and yes, I'm also crying over a stupid movie. You know how sensitive I am"
Jake chuckled. "What movie are you watching?"
"Nope, I'm not going to tell you the name of this fucking movie, I don't want to ruin your day, or your week, or your month, or your life..."
"Okay? Well... I just wanted to know how you were because I was intrigued by what happened this morning and I even got upset and thought that you were mad or that I had done something that bothered you... next time you get drunk, invite me over, okay?"
"Yes Jacob... it's fine, I'll buy the drinks next time" your breathing (now calmer) could be heard.
"So... Are you sure youâre okay?"
"Yes... I am. Why? I already told you why I was crying"
"No, no, not for nothing" he sighed "I think... it's time to hang up. Anything you need I'm just a phone call or text away from you, well⌠you know. So bye!"
You wiped your nose with the back of your hand "Okay, I'll call you later" you moved the phone away from your ear and hung up.
Talking with him was relaxing, especially since he didn't mention anything about his wedding, apart from the fact that he had cared for you, it was very comforting to know that although his heart belonged to someone else, he would always be there for you.
Although you had kept your feelings to yourself for YEARS and had already seen him with several couples throughout this year, you had never been so scared and so sad as now. You needed immediate advice, but you were too embarrassed to give the context.
The first person you thought of was Josh, just like Jake, knows each other very well and was always close, plus you were sure that he suspected about your feelings towards his twin since the day of that mythical kiss. Either way, he was going to find out.
You texted Josh to come over telling them you needed some advice, he always had something to tell you and his advice was good thanks to his honesty, sometimes it hurt and many times it was far from what you wanted to hear, but without a doubt... it was what you had to do, and even if his mouth was full of reason, though that didn't mean you always put his advice into practice.
Josh responded quickly and agreed to come to your house, luckily his house wasn't far from yours, so it didn't take him long to get there. Once in your house, when you opened the door, he saw your red and swollen eyes, he felt your sadness and without further ado, he gave you the warmest hug that your heart needed.
"What happened?" you separated from him so that he could go inside the house.
Once inside and the two of you sitting in different armchairs you collapsed in tears "It's just... I feel so selfish for feeling like this, I should be happy and not feel so miserable."
"But if it's making you feel bad, I think it's better to let what you feel out, don't you think?"
"Just⌠please, I know I'm going to sound stupid, and I don't want you to judge me."
"Why should I judge you? I'm here for a reason and it's not the first time you trust me with something."
You took a deep breath to prepare yourself for what you were going to say since that would be the first time you would say it out loud and to someone else "The thing is that... it's that... I love Jake and always It's been like that but I'm a horrible person who never had the guts to tell him. Now he's going to marry a wonderful woman and he'll never know how much I love him."
Josh was extremely surprised at your confession; both of his eyes were wide open that it seemed that at any moment they would pop out âDamn...â He was silent for a few seconds to be able to process the information "I just don't know what to tell you this time and it must be one of the most horrible feelings. Why didn't you say anything to him?"
"Because I'm a coward... just because of that, because I was always embarrassed to tell him. Seeing him as he almost always got away with beautiful and intelligent girls, there was simply no chance for me, so I just watched as he was happy."
"I don't know if it's appropriate to tell you this right now" Josh sighed "but maybe if you had told him before, things would be extremely different now. Don't tell him that I told you, but some years ago he had feelings for you too, he told me almost every night, but he never did anything about it because even though you are his best friend, he always felt that you were a little cold, so he was afraid of being rejected and throwing the friendship awayâ he rolled his eyes âFuck, you two are so dumb as hell. I bet if he finds out about this he's going to collapse."
"Collapse in what sense?" you said between sobs.
"Collapse in the sense that he's going to feel like an idiot" he covered his face with both hands.
"And if he loved me too, why didn't he do anything? Why did he go with other girls? Was I only his second choice? I have so many questions... that the more I think, the more it hurts."
"It's not like you were second choice to him, just that he's a cowardly fool, plus if I had no idea about you liked him, I'll bet my throat and left foot he has no idea either."
"I believe you, but it's hard for me to understand because even the date of his wedding will be on very special dat, at least for me"
"May 16" you said at the same time.
"See, you do remember that party and he doesn't, he never remembered that he kissed me"
"I had understood that at some point you two had kissed, but... I don't know why he chose that day specifically"
"Because he doesn't remember and maybe he did it before, but nowadays, I assure you that he doesn't remember"
"Assuming he finds out about this. Would you like him to dump his girlfriend?"
You kept silent because if you said yes, you were afraid Josh thinking badly of you "No, I don't want that to happen. I just want him to be happy and knowing him, knowing me, I think the best thing would be go away from him, it would be the best thing I can do, for my mental health, for his happiness and mine too. It wouldn't be fair to his fiancĂŠe if he left her on the eve of something so important."
"Sometimes you put others above yourself and that makes you not be honest with yourself, but I get it and if you think go away from Jake would make you feel better, itâs okay." he sat next to you to give you a hug again "Of course we would miss you a lot, but it's very understandable." he rubbed your shoulder with his strong hand.
"I would miss you guys a lot too" you sobbed "and in fact, I'm not going to attend their wedding or maybe I'll go for a while, but I don't think I can stand it. To make matters worse, he asked me to help him with the organization, but... I don't know how to tell him no because I don't want to lie to him anymore, that was enough lies, today I told him I had to interview Tom Hiddleston to get away from him."
"Why don't you write him a letter? You're good at writing and maybe it's easier for you to write about you feel than to tell him"
"Well... that would be less humiliating, but I think I would have to find the most prudent moment to give it to him"
You two continued the conversation, Josh made you laugh but sometimes the crying came back and you cursed yourself because you felt your behavior was childish but Josh made you understand that your feelings were valid, after all you spent SO MANY years holding them back and at some point moment, like a bomb, they were going to explode, and although some people say that time heals all, time never healed your love for Jake.
When Josh left, you were already calmer, down to earth and you didn't feel dizzy either, so you took a blank sheet of paper and a pencil, it was here where you would leave all your love for Jake.
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ÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂDear Jacob,
First, I want to thank you for so many years of friendship, for so many experiences together, drunkenness, concerts, sad moments and of course, happy moments. I'm glad to know how much we spent together.
I recently found out that at some point, you used to feel something for me, something more that you wouldn't feel for a friend, but you never said anything because you were afraid that I would reject you, although that didnât stop you from going your way. For better or worse, these feelings...were and are mutual to this day, however, my pride never let me be honest even with myself, and I didn't have the guts to tell you face to face either, but now it's too late.
This letter is not to reproach you or complain, but this is to tell you how much I love you and that I want you to be happy, but just as I want you to be happy, I also want to be happy too after repressing my feelings and desires for a very long time, so it's my time to go. Although we are adults, I want you to know I need time to grow and to exist. I don't want you to feel guilty, finally the one who fell in love was me.
I want to leave you in peace because you deserve to be happy, you and your fiancĂŠe are two amazing people who deserve everything, I want your dreams to continue to come true, that your life with her is prosperous and that the love you have between you stays strong. I don't know how long I'll be gone, but please don't look for me, I just know that I'll come back at the right time. Iâll take advantage of this trip to grow emotionally and professionally, I think I will be in Latin America to continue doing my job as a journalist. But please, again I implore you not to look for me, we both must live and continue our lives.
As you can guess, I wonât be able to assist to your wedding, I know that you are probably thinking that I am selfish, but Iâm doing this for the good of both of us, it wouldnât be healthy even for you
Promise me you'll be fine and happy.
Without more to say, thank you for everything, I will always be grateful to you, and I understand that things happen for a reason, and I love you, I love you so much that that is why I am leaving you so that we can exist.
I have no hard feelings, so... Iâll let you go, and I love you Jacob, but you're not mine.
See you soon.
Sincerely, Y/N
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While you were writing, the tears were present, remembering every beautiful moment you had with him, from the time he sang to you on your birthday with his beautiful smile, the first concert you attended together, the prom, when he announced that a label record company offered them a contract. Thanks to the friendship between you and Jake, you learned a lot of things, you lived the most wonderful experiences, but it was time to close cycles, perhaps in Latin America you would find another vision of things, start over, and maybe meet another person with whom to share beautiful moments as well as with Jake, but with reciprocated feelings for the other.
You decided to go to sleep because you had that tired feeling that comes after crying a lot. What motivated you a little bit was thinking that tomorrow would be a different day and that anything could await you. Although it was difficult to admit it, there was still a small hope that Jake would tell you that all this time he has loved you with madness and passion, even if it sounded silly and fanciful.
After sleeping like a baby, you woke up tangled with the sheets of your bed, you felt your pillow a little wet, you thought it could have been your saliva, but it was because even when you were asleep you cried a little.
You rubbed your eyes to see a little clearer and thus get up, once out of bed, you immediately went for a glass of water. You took your phone and there were several missed calls from Jake, when you saw the notifications, you felt your stomach shrink and you were even tempted not to call him back to unsettle him a bit, but you couldn't do that kind of thing to him.
âHi, whatâs up?â you greeted.
"Are you okay? Are you feeling okay?"
"Jacob, I don't know what you're talking about. Why do you say that?" you were really disconcerted because although obviously you weren't well, it was strange that he was worried out of nowhere.
"OhâŚit's just, well, I'm not supposed to tell you this" he paused a bit.
"Tell me what?"
"It's just...I was talking to Josh last night and honestly...we were talking about you for most of the call. He's worried about you, he told me he'd been to see you and that you looked really bad, like sick and depressed, so I told him that it made sense because I told him what happened at the cafe"
You started to worry because you thought Josh had ratted you out, but you decided not to go any further.
"Did he tell you just that?"
"Yes, it was just that. Why?"
"No, no, it's just... he has a point"
"Y/N, please how can I help you? I'm shocked and worried for you as you have no idea"
You didn't answer, you stayed silent, and you could only hear how you were breathing. You wanted to cry, but you were able to contain your tears.
"It's just... emotionally I haven't felt good, I'm far from feeling good and I've repressed myself for a long time to the point that it's affecting me mentally"
"If you want to tell me something specific, I'm here, I listen to you and if you want, I can drive you home. Whatever you need"
"I have many things to tell you, there are many things you should know but now is not the right time" you sighed "Is that why you called me?"
"Oh... well, in this case, I understand that you don't want to talk about this right now, but when you tell me we can meet" you imagined his smile at that moment "and yes, I called you precisely because of that, also I felt that our last call was a biting and I got even more concerned about what Josh told me."
"Oh, sorry if I sounded rude or something, but I really wasn't very open to talking to you."
"Did I do or say something to upset you?"
"I don't want to go into details, but it's not something you need to worry about. In fact, I have something to give you as soon as possible."
"Well, I have the night off tonight, we could have a drink. If you want, I could ask my fiancĂŠe to join us and spend quality time the three of us"
You rolled your eyes because the last thing you wanted was for someone else to be there, you just wanted to have time with him, alone "Come on Jake, I don't want to be the third wheel" you snorted.
"But it's not the first time we'd do it, we did a double date once, do you remember? You were with that guy who was a Weezer fan"
"Pff... that happened a long time ago" you forced a giggle "of course I remember, but you said it yourself, it was a double date and now I would go completely alone. I would feel more comfortable if it was just the two of us. I don't have nothing against her, but it's something a little... more personal"
"Okay? I think I know where this is going"
"No Jake, you have no idea, I bet you"
Jake laughed "It's not like you're going to tell me that all this time you were in love with me, you're so unpredictable that I could expect anything but that from you"
The slight smile that was on your face was disappearing, sometimes you felt like pushing him or kicking his butt because of how silly he was, finally you didn't expect much because even though he was cute and you loved him a lot, he was a man.
"Don't get your hopes up, Jake" you tried to joke although you were discouraged "but aside from any joke or whatever you think it is... it's something extremely important, almost confidential, but as I told you, I won't give you more details"
"Okay, okay, I get it" he made his usual giggle that made you feel butterflies in your stomach "At the usual bar?"
"Yep, the usual bar"
Throughout the day you were checking flights to Argentina, Brazil, Chile and Mexico, it distracted you a little from the pain to decide which country you would go to start over. You finally chose to go to Mexico since you had family there and that way you wouldn't be so alone.
You were constantly stopping to think if what you were doing was the right thing, you even considered that you were being very impulsive, but you couldn't keep holding back like that either. It was now or never. You finally bought your ticket to Mexico City at 10:30am for tomorrow. After buying your ticket, you were looking for an Airbnb to stay for a week while you got an apartment and work there. Maybe you were being a little impulsive, but you knew it was best for Jake and you.
You were looking forward to the night, but your stomach hurt a little from the nerves, however it was something controllable. You planned almost everything you would say to him to avoid any undesirable situation, even if you were already in an undesirable situation. You most likely knew things weren't going to go your way, but you still stuck to your "plan."
Basically, your plan was to extend the conversation and just before leaving, you were going to give him your letter explaining that he had to read it when he was calm and comfortable, that it was not necessary for him to read at that moment, but alone.
It was time to go to the bar, you didn't try to get ready, it was just a pair of mom jeans, a plain black long-sleeved shirt, a cardigan, and a red scarf, it wasn't really cold, but you liked your scarf, besides that made you feel protected at times like these. Also, your makeup was very simple, you just put a little eyeliner that adorned your sad eyes. You took your letter and put it in an envelope, it had no decoration or anything like that, you just sprayed a little of your usual perfume so that it would not be something so apparently simple, because what really mattered was each word that was written on the sheet of paper.
On the way, you were playing with your fingers, also every so often you were rubbing your hands on your lap to remove the sweat from them. The driver saw you so nervous that he avoided making conversation with you, a gesture that you appreciated with a generous five stars as a review.
From outside you could hear the band that played that night in the bar, it was a cover band that didn't sound bad. By this time, Greta Van Fleet were already among the most popular bands in the United States, so it was common to hear everywhere followed by songs by Aerosmith, Queen and other rock greats, so you could hear from the parking lot that they were playing "Highway Tune", you immediately thought that if Jake was already inside, he was probably with a smile full of pride... or maybe he was carefully observing every movement of the guitarist to see if he was doing it right. Â
You stopped before you texted Jake to see if he was here yet, if so he would probably be at the farthest table so it was important to know where he was. He took a while to answer you, but he had told you that he was indeed already at the bar.
Once inside, you looked for the table next to the window on the left side and there he was, he looked... calm and that's how you wanted to remember him.
He was watching you, his face lit up with a smile like that of a child who sees his mother after a long day at school.
"Y/N, it's good that you're here! I'm all ears, tell me what you want. Shall I ask you for something?"
"Jake! Wait, I'll go to ask for my drink, I'll be right back" you left your bag on the chair where you were going to sit and quickly went to order a rum and coke without ice and preferably more rum than coke. Once you had it in your hands, you took a sip and said to yourself "Tonight is going to be worth it if it's going to be our last night" when you returned to your place, you settled in front of Jake and gave him a look full of nostalgia.
"Hey Y/N What's up? Why are you looking at me like that?" he said worried as the band played "Anna" by the Beatles.
"It's just... all this fills me with nostalgia, and I would like things to be like before"
"But it hasn't been long since we last went out drinking with the boys."
"No, it's not that" you took a sip from your glass "I mean something else, we are becoming more and more adults and our lives are taking a different course due to small actions of the past"
"Why?" He took a long drink from his beer.
"It's just... every day I regret more of what I didn't do before and that makes me so sick that it's affecting my relationship with other people, even... with you" you took off your scarf and left it on the back of the chair.
"If so, I think you do not have to worry, we have so many years of friendship, we know everything about each other, we have listened to each other so much. Honestly, many of the best things would not have happened to me if I hadn't met you, in fact Greta Van Fleet wouldn't have had the same popularity that we have now" he smiled and took another drink, now shorter "now that I'm saying this, do you remember when everyone said that we were going to end up married?"
Your eyes widened like a pair of white plates and you shook your head, obviously you remembered perfectly well, but you pretended you didn't.
"They always thought that at some point we would end up together or something and look at us now. Our friendship will last until the end of the world, so if you feel bad... just tell meâ You wanted to be angry with him for saying things so hurtful to you, but you couldn't be mad at him for two simple reasons: one, he had no idea how you felt about him and two, he was Jake.
"Jake, look, I have a lot of things to tell you, you have no idea how much I want to tell you everything that has me wrong, but it will be a little later, right now I want to clear my head, I know that we are here together to talk about what worries me , but first I want to be... happy because this may be the last time I see you"
Jacob immediately put on the most serious face you've ever seen "How could this be the last time I see you? What are you going to do?"
"Remember I told you I had something for you?"
He nodded.
"Well, it has something to do with -it-"
"But what about my wedding?" he paused with an incredulous face "Ah, I think I know where this is going! Surely it has something to do with my bachelor party, right?"
You wanted to slap him and tell him everything at once, but you just shrugged your shoulders with a forced smile. The band now played something more relaxed, they opted to play an acoustic version of Juliet by Cavetown.
"Well, that doesn't matter right now, we're going to drink in the wildest way possible like in our old days" Jake said lifting his beer.
"Like pirates?" you asked with a tender but melancholic gaze.
"Like Pirates"
Beer after beer and rum after rum, you laughed at every nonsense word that sounded funny in your head, it really was like going back in time to when you were about 23 years old and going from bar to bar in different countries to have a good time along with the rest of the band. Although going out with them was frequent, the outings with them became more and more serious, it was no longer for fun, they were already to relieve stress and due to the responsibilities of each one, it was already more difficult to meet with the whole band.
"Hey Jake, does she have a problem with you getting drunk with me?"
Jake snorted and slowly answered "No, not at allâŚshe knowsâŚand she trusts you a lot"
They soon drifted off topic and continued talking about the absurd things of their day to day, even Jake let it slip to tell you that his fiancĂŠe was sometimes very scolding with him for not being as organized as she was and that sometimes he felt like a child little boy with her, he loved her but there were many things that he disliked. You might as well draw him out and screw the wedding, but you weren't cruel enough to do it.
The night progressed until it was your time to go, you had had a good time with him, you laughed a lot and remembered many beautiful things, but it was time to put your feet on the ground.
"I haven't laughed like I did right now for days" you giggled "but it's time to go, I have to get my things ready for tomorrow"
"Are you going somewhere?"
"You will know"
You took your bag and got up from the chair, but Jake took your hand, you felt his calluses from the tips of his fingers on the back of your hand. Your gaze met his and although both of you were a little dizzy, clearly his gaze was expressing what you wanted so much to see reflected in his eyes. It was love.
"Y/NâŚplease stay" he whispered.
"No Jake, I can't. It's too late for this"
Now his hand was holding you tighter and at any moment he could have dropped to his knees to beg you to stay with him.
"Please stay with me, I want you to be by my side forever"
"Jake, you're saying this because you're drunk. You're just talking incoherently and that's enough because... you're hurting me" he let go of your hand without any another word and settled back into his chair.
"I'm sorry, but it's just... there are things I can't say when I'm sober"
"Well, I would really appreciate it if you would tell me sober and not like that because once you kissed me when you were drunk and while you forgot about it the next day, it meant a lot to me all my life!" everything began to get out of control and without shame, you began to cry in front of him, with that you had said everything and without having to give him the letter.
Jake looked at you in disbelief, he was trying to decipher what you had just said, because he didn't know if it was a reproach, or you were confessing your love. You began to rummage through your bag to pull out the letter and hand it to her.
"Here's what I wanted to give you" again his eyes met yours "read it when you can, as long as you're alone" without further ado, you took your phone to put it in your bag and almost ran out of the bar. It was so fast Jake couldn't even stop you...again.
You ran far from the parking lot and ordered an uber to take you home. Coincidentally, the same driver who brought you to the bar was the same one who came to pick you up, but this time, he saw that you were crying and before starting he told you "You're still very young, I bet whoever made you cry will have a really bad time" you thanked him for his words and the car started straight home.
He was so shocked and completely speechless, he just stood there by the hand with the envelope in his hands. They had to spend a few seconds to sat down and run both hands through his hair.
As the band played "Back to The Old House," Jake desperately tore open the envelope and pulled out your letter. He turned the letter over both sides, he was looking at the details of the page and then he started to read it. At first, his expression was serious, but as he was reading, his heart was shrinking, and he felt that singular sting that appears when you want to cry.
He had mixed feelings, he didn't know if he was angry with himself or with you and he didn't know if he was sad either, but as soon as he finished reading your letter, he picked up his phone to call you. Looking up from him, he saw that you dropped your red scarf and took it to hold it close to him.
When your phone started ringing, you answered the call by inertia, not even checking that Jake was calling you.
"Y/N...you forgot your scarf"
You turned to see your things and covered your face with your right hand "You can keep it; I can't go back" you said between sobs.
"Hey, listen, I already read your letter..."
"It's too late to talk about this"
"But I want to talk about your letter"
"But I don't want to, please"
"But why not?"
"Because it's late, didn't you hear?!"
"It's just... it's just... I'm mad that you didn't tell me sooner! You make me between a rock and a hard place! Why are you doing this to me right now?" he was crying too, her helplessness was more than her sadness.
"Because I just couldn't take it anymore, Jake! I've been holding it in for a long time and I can't anymore!" the crying got even louder "and I'm also mad at myself for not telling you sooner, but anyway, there's nothing to do. Tomorrow I'm out of here"
"Y/N, please don't do this to me right now, I need you, I want you to stay with me"
"Jake... you already have someone to stay with you for a long time"
"I'll come see you tomorrow"
"I already told you, I beg you not to look for me anymore. Let me exist in peace, every day that passes the pain that you are not with me becomes more intense and it is not fair for you because you are already happy, I am supposed to I'm fine, but I'm not. Please, it's about time we went our separate ways" you snorted "You know something? I'm at the uber and the poor driver is listening to all this. I'm going to hang up because it's embarrassing" without further ado you ended the call and apologized to the driver.
"Don't worry, I didn't pay attention to your conversation, anyway, if it's any consolation... things happen for a reason, everything has a reason to be and exist, I know that the current outlook for you is bleak, but the universe arranges things in a certain way to obtain learning"
The rest of the way was silent until you got home, you thanked the driver and finally walked through your front door. Once inside, you desperately ran to your room to grab your suitcase and put your clothes inside it along with other important things. Your tears were still rolling down your cheeks and Jake kept calling you insistently.
Again, you took the call just to see how things would end and at least give a calmer end to all this "Jake, now what?"
"Are you home already?"
You thought about your answer because if you said you were at home, he would come to see you "No... not yet"
"Can we talk about your letter now? I don't want things to end like this" he sounded very desperate.
"Me neither... and sorry for reacting like that"
"You don't have to apologize, finally... I said a lot of things that could have hurt you, but I didn't know I was doing it, in fact I never thought you loved me that way"
They were both speechless, only Jake's light crying, and your sobs could be heard, that was all.
"Jake... I'm already home"
"Can I go to see you?"
"Just for a while because I don't want to sleep so late"
While you waited for Jake to arrive, you continued to pack your things and arrange the small backpack that you would carry during your flight. You were beginning to regret your desperate journey. What would happen to your family and your house? So you decided to stay in Mexico for a little while to try out what life is like there and take it as a vacation instead of making it your whole life.
The doorbell rang twice and it was obviously Jake. You weren't in much of a rush to get downstairs and to the door, but once you opened it, Jake hurried inside your house.
"I need to talk about it" he said taking the letter.
"What do you want to know?" you asked closing the door "everything you need to know is there, the one who should make the questions should be me"
"I'm an open book. Let's get this over with." he flopped down on the loveseat and rubbed his hands against his skinny legs.
"In all honesty... do you remember that time you kissed me?"
"Yes, I know what happened, but I don't remember when exactly"
"It was a May 16..."you said.
Jake looked up to meet yours, her face reflecting surprise "I swear I... I didn't remember the date"
"I noticed, but I don't entirely blame you, finally you were drunk, and we were two dumb teenagers." You were still standing in front of him until Jake patted the couch twice for you to sit next to him. Once at his side you continued with your questions "Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me if you liked me so much? I know I did the same, but I already explained my reasons, all you need to do is tell me what happened "
"It's just..." he moistened his lips "even though you're my best friend, I always felt you a little... you know, distant, very serious, cold and that you were never going to fall in love with a person as disastrous as me. Simply because you and I are polar opposites, and that's why I thought that our thing was not going to work, plus I was very afraid that you would reject me and therefore make our friendship uncomfortable. But I saw that our friendship anyway, now it depends on a thread, and I could lose you sooner than I thought. Frankly, I've always loved you, it's just that for a long time I gave up the idea that one day you would be with me, and this doesn't mean that I don't love my fiancĂŠe, but I just... gave up. It obviously hurt every time I saw you with a guy, even though I knew they were just casual dates, but stillâŚthe pain was there. I know that you can misunderstand the fact that I have gone out with some girls, because I did love them, but I never felt the same intensity as with you"
You began to play with your hands and avoided looking into his eyes "Finally we're not so -opposites- we're both scaredy idiots" you let out an unfunny laugh "we could have had it all but because of the damn fear we lost it all, too late to make amends, so I think it's best that we just let's go our way"
Jake turned to you "I wouldn't say it's late"
"Jake, the dice were already rolled from the start. Of course, it's already late, youâll be taking a very important step in your life, don't do something rash impulsively, don't hurt your fiancĂŠe, she's a very nice person and she genuinely loves you"
He was desperately looking for your eyes and your hands "It no longer makes sense for us to keep hiding what we feel, I admit it, you too, what difference does it make?" he came even closer to you and took your hands tightly "Let's go to Latin America together, let's run away together like when we used to sneak out at night to go to parties"
You let go of your right hand and took his chin gently "But this isn't a party, this is real life and⌠I'm leaving tomorrow" you pushed his hand away and continued "besides, that wouldn't be the right thing to do, it would be very hurtful for your fiancÊe, you can't leave her like this a couple of months before a wedding" Jake shook his head, directing his gaze to his hands and you continued "So... if you want to do things right, settle your affairs first and then come to find me."
"How am I supposed to find you?" he asked you with a bit of desperation.
"You'll know, but for now, if that's what you wantâŚyou know what to do"
He looked at you with a certain sadness, he didn't know whether to direct his gaze because he also felt a little embarrassed to turn to look at your eyes. Even though you really wanted to hold his hands and peck every inch of his face, you were thinking about how his fiancĂŠe would feel if she found out that you two kissed, so in solidarity with her, you refrained from kissing him. The only thing left now was to wait.
Jake got up from the love seat and scratched the back of his neck, still looking down "Well, I think we heard the things we needed to tell each otherâ You nodded biting your thumb nail "it's too late and... I think I have to go now; you'll need a lot of sleep for your flight tomorrow."
"Thanks for coming Jake... I really needed this" you also got up after him. He gave you a soft smile but still a little sadness in his eyes. You felt a little bad seeing him like that so as he headed for the door, you slowly approached his back and then hugged him just as he was about to touch your doorknob making it stop completely.
Tears welled up in your eyes quickly, there was no way to stop your tears. When Jake felt your arms wrap around his back, he reached for your arms so he could turn to you and hold you like it was always meant to be "I'm going to do the right thing, I promise I'll do the right thing" he gently brought your head close to his chest; you could hear every strong beat of his heart.
You lasted a few minutes hugging until Jake left your house. Before he opened the door of his car he exclaimed "I'll come for you! Please wait for me!"
"Iâll be waiting! If you took a hundred years to arrive, I would stay waiting for you all those hundred years!â you exclaimed watching as he closed the door of his car.
Once inside your house, you leaned against the door and let yourself fall. It took so many years to confess your feelings, something that looked so easy but was so complicated to do. You needed to hit rock bottom to change your situation. You needed to sleep to get up early and go to the airport, what was next in your life was to let yourself be surprised by the wonders of life in Mexico and wait for Jake to come for you, but not in the sense of rescuing you like a princess, but to accompany you on your new adventure. Once in your bed, you tucked yourself in and it didn't take long for your eyes to close. The day ended with a small smile on your face.
On the other hand, Jake was on his way home, still reflecting on what had just happened, he still couldn't believe that you were keeping your feelings to yourself for so long, although he couldn't help but think that he was also stupid for not telling you before. Along the way, the best he could do was call his best friend who was also his twin.
After two unanswered calls, Josh finally answered the phone on the third call. With his sleepy voice it was heard as he said "hello" almost like a whisper.
"Josh... it's me" Jake said eagerly.
"I know it's you. Don't you think it's too late to call me right now?"
"Yes, yes, I know it's late, but I have something to tell youâ There was no response from Josh other than the slight sound of his breathing "Josh... I'm not getting married"
The curly-haired brother's eyes widened, and he jumped up from the bed "Don't fuck with me, what the fuck did you do? Did you cheat on her?"
"No, of course not," Jake replied indignantly, "I justâŚI've been pondering if I really want to spend my whole life with her under a stronger commitment than just living together."
"It has nothing to do with Y/N right?"
"I'd like to say no, but actually yes"
"I knew it! I knew this was going to happen!" he hit the mattress with his right hand frantically "And you know it perfectly well, I always told you to tell Y/N before someone got hurt and now her and your fiancĂŠe are or will be hurt."
"I know and I feel stupid, I just did a drama at Y/N's house and I just went to make a fool of myself, but it doesn't matter because... honestly, a weight was lifted off my shoulders.â
"Maybe you don't feel that pain anymore that you used to have every time Y/N dated a person, but what I'm really worried about is how you're going to tell your girlfriend...fiancĂŠe or whatever that you're not getting married anymore. "
"I don't knowâŚ" he sighed and scratched the back of her neck "I honestly don't know how I'm going to do it; besides, Y/N is going to Mexico tomorrow and I think she'll be there for a long time.â
"I did know that, she'll be there for a long time, I think she wants to start things over there."
"Why did you not tell me?" he hit the steering wheel "Maybe I could have stopped her from leaving and we could have worked things out."
"No Jake, obviously I wasn't going to tell you that she was leaving because you were busy with your stuff, plus I'm sure she didn't want you to know, and I had to respect that"
Jake was overwhelmed with despair and conflict. "I told her that I wasn't getting married anymore and that... I would come back for her." His eyes began to get teary.
His brother let out a long sigh of desperation and anguish "Jake, brother... don't make promises if you can't keep them."
"Why do you say I can't keep it?" Jake raised his voice.
"Let's face it, it's going to take you too long to tell her you don't want to get married anymore. I know you so well."
Jake was upset with what his brother had just told him, however, he knew he was telling the truth, telling his now ex-fiancĂŠe was going to be extremely difficult, but sooner or later he had to do it, besides, he had just had the lesson of his life about saying things and being honest with the people around himself.
He drove to his house, parked the car and when he entered, there was that girl with whom he wanted to take a step forward by marrying her. She had fallen asleep in the couch that was looking at the window to see him arrive. She apparently thought of staying up to wait for him, but her sleep defeated her.
She really was a very good woman, you could see that she genuinely loved Jake, she cared a lot about him, trusted him and was willing to do anything for him, almost like you, the only difference between her and you it was that Jake was with her, but you loved him just the same.
When Jake saw her asleep, he felt a lump in his throat, because he knew how much she loved him and it would break her into a thousand pieces to know that he no longer wanted to marry her, much less... continue with a relationship that was not reciprocal. She gave a lot and Jake apparently did too, but the truth was that he was never going to love her the same way.
He sat down next to her, looked at her face carefully, from her long eyelashes to the small pimple that appeared on her right cheek. It didn't take long for Jake to remove the hair that covered her forehead, although he did it carefully, it made her wake up. Opening her eyes, her lips curved into a smile until she met Jake's anguished face. "What's up, baby?" she asked her.
Jake didn't answer her question, he kept stroking her hair. She was silent for a few minutes until he said "Nothing, nothing's wrong. Keep sleeping" he closed his conversation with her with a small kiss on her forehead, releasing a small tear that rolled from his eyes to her cheek.
"We talk tomorrow, okay?" The woman with long dark hair nodded with the same smile as before and continued with her deep sleep while Jake kept looking at her sadly thinking about how he was going to put an end to his problem, although surely one of them would get hurt, well, he had two options : stay with his fiancĂŠe, make her happy but break the promise he had made to the love of his life and therefore, leave her waiting in another country, or leave his fiancĂŠe with a strong pain that will cost her a lot to forget but keep his promise.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Bloodthirsty- Chapter 1
Hi, this is a new fanfic I am starting in the gvf fandom. The basic plot will involve the Kiszka brothers being vampires. This story will include mature content including smut and mentions of blood and blood feeding. Readers 18+ please. I will try include any specific trigger warnings before each chapter as necessary.Â
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Chapter 1Â
You sighed as the plane touched ground in Detroit, taking your airpods out and retrieving your purse from underneath the seat in front of you. Three days ago you received a call from the manager of the band Greta Van Fleet. They were looking for a makeup artist for their upcoming tour and were interested in hiring you. It was a 6 month world tour beginning in North America and then moving across to Europe.Â
You had agreed to the tour without knowing much about the band. Admittedly, you just needed to get out of New York. Your last relationship had ended badly, and it was like everywhere you went you saw the ghost of your ex, even in a big city. Getting on a plane to Michigan seemed like the fresh start you needed.Â
A car was waiting for you at the airport to take you to the small town of Frankenmuth where the band was from. You would be meeting all of the band members today, and departing for tour in the morning. You decided to take the hour and a half long car ride to familiarize yourself with the band. You stared at a picture of the 4 members. You knew 3 of them were brothers, and could guess which 3 they were. They all had similar faces and the same pale skin.Â
You queued up their first album on spotify. They werenât your usual sound, but they werenât bad either. You could definitely see the appeal between their good looks and their sound, you were sure they would be followed by a pack of screaming girls wherever they went.
As you pulled onto the dark road that led towards their home, you couldnât help but feel nervous. What if they didnât like you, or were total assholes? It wouldnât be unheard of for twenty-something year old rock stars. As if on cue, the front door opened as you arrived in their driveway. Out came a short boy with curly hair that you had learned was Josh Kiszka. Lead singer, and one of the twin brothers.Â
He walked up to the car with a kind of unnerving confidence that made you feel oddly paralyzed, almost as if you should be afraid of the unassuming boy in front of you.Â
âHi, Iâm Joshâ He said, extending his hand for you to shake.
You took his hand, catching your breath at how cold his touch was, even compared the chilly night air.
âIâm Evelyn, well Evie, no one calls me by my full nameâ
âNice to meet you Evie-not-Evelynâ
Josh took your bags for you and led you into the house. The rest of the band was seated in the living room, eyes fixed on you. You looked them over, trying to figure out who was who. Danny and Sam sat on the couch you decided, the former being the odd one out, not a sibling. That just left Jake. He sat quietly on a chair in the corner of the room, making eye contact with you. In that moment you felt that same sense of paralyzing fear you had felt out in the driveway with Josh. That feeling that you should be scared. But you couldnât quite place it.Â
âHi, you must be Evelyn,â said Sam, rising to his feet âIâm Sam, and this is Danny and Jakeâ he continued gesturing to his bandmates.
âI know.â you replied a little too confidently âAnd please, call me Evieâ
Sam chuckled in response.
âAre you a fan?â
âNo, but I do know how to use googleâ you said, a blush rising in your cheeks.
âWatch out! Weâve got a stalker on our hands!â Josh chimed in.
You let out a breath you didnât know you had been holding in. This was going to be a good thing. They seemed nice enough, well maybe except Jake, he hadnât so much as smiled in your direction, but the other two Kiszka boys seemed personable enough.Â
A knock on the door broke you of your thoughts.
âThat must be Jeff and Paige.â Josh explained, getting up to answer the door.Â
Jeff was their tour manager, he was the one you had spoken with on the phone. You learned that Paige was their photographer, and you were grateful to have another girl around your age coming on the tour with you. Jeff had to speak to the boys alone about some of the details of the tour, leaving you and Paige together in the living room.
âI hope they didn't tease you too muchâ Paige began, giving you a small smile âThey can be a handful sometimesâ
âI believe there was a joke made about me being a stalker fan, but thatâs ok, weâre going to be seeing alot of each other over the next few weeks. Might as well get comfortable with each other.â
Paige laughed in response, giving you a genuine smile.
âLuckily you and I will have our own tour bus, just us girls. We can hide when they get too obnoxious. Plus, we will actually get some quality sleep. I swear those boys stay up all night every night, it's like they donât need sleep!â
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After a brief dinner, Josh showed you to your room where you would be staying for the night. You laid in bed for a while, tossing and turning. You were tired mentally, but it was like your whole body was on edge. Eventually you got up, making your way to the bathroom. As you stepped into the hallway you felt as if someone was watching you, but didnât see anyone else in the dark hall. You shook off the feeling and closed the bathroom door behind you.Â
When you opened the door back up, you came face to face with Jake, startling you. You had to put your hand over your mouth to keep from screaming in the quiet house.Â
âSorry,â you said, taking a step back âyou scared me, I didnât know you were out hereâ
âWe didnât really get a chance to chat earlier.â he said, his voice low.
You groaned internally. 3 am was not the time to have this conversation. He had been a bit standoffish, maybe even rude, but you really didnât want to have this talk now when you were tired and grumpy in the middle of the hallway in your pajamas.Â
âIt's okâ you mumbled, turning around to head back into your room. You were stopped by Jake's hand on your wrist. His cold touch stops you in your tracks.
âNo it isnât.âÂ
âYouâre freezing!âÂ
Jake simply blinked in response.Â
âLike seriously, you should put on a sweatshirt or something. And really, no hard feelings. Weâll have plenty of time to get to know each other over the next few months.â
Jake nodded, dropping your wrist.
âGoodnight, Evelynâ
âGoodnight, Jakeâ
You ran your fingers across your wrist as he walked away. Your skin was cold to the touch from his freezing hand, and yet, you couldn't help but miss the feeling.
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Maybe we could get to know who you based on to write each character, please?
lol the way I have been DYING for this question. So a little back ground, when I first ever wrote the outline for Sinners and Saints it was actually a Mayans MC fanfic, so some of the characters I based the boys off of are based off of mayans/SOA characters. anyway, here we go:
Jake Kiszka: Jake is based off of a combination of a couple characters. I based him off of Miguel Galindo (Mayans MC), Jax Teller (SOA) and Michael Corleone (The Godfather). All three characters have a good and bad side to them, which makes them the perfect main character. Miguel's influence is the business side of Jake, his sophistication and the fact that he trusts no one. Jax's influence is the outlaw side of Jake. Jax is smart, quick on his feet, and there is only one woman in his life that can make the outlaw crumble to his feet. Michael's influence on Jake's character is the fact that he is the leader of the mafia (in the second movie) but he struggles to maintain a healthy relationship with his significant other and his family business.
Josh Kiszka: Josh is based off of a little bit of Miguel and Jax. Josh and Jake are twins so they have similar characteristics. Josh's character takes on more of the business side of the family than Jake's does. The Galindo family is very rich, having different organizations across the state of California and into Mexico. Just like the Kiszkas they have a vast growing business with running guns, fight clubs, dance clubs. Josh is also like Jax in the way that he lost his true love and ever since then has just been filling the void.
Sam Kiszka: Sam is based off of Juice Ortiz (SOA), EZ Reyes and a little mixture of Spencer Reid and Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds). Sam is smart, I have mentioned in S&S that Sam was studying at MIT prior to the beginning of the series. He is the hacker, just like Juice and Penelope, being able to break into pretty much anywhere and everywhere. He was able to completely erase some files that the feds had on the family a couple years ago. He is very smart, like EZ and Reid, being able to read something and memorize it. He also has the innocence like Juice, Reid, and Penelope, of always looking on the brighter side of things, and not wanting people he loves to get hurt.
Danny Wagner: My mans Danny is based primarily off of Nestor Oceteva (Mayans MC) and Happy Lowman (SOA). Both of those characters are known to be "hit for hire", "the muscle", "some mercenary with cornrows"- (Angel Reyes). But not much is known about those fan favorite characters. We know bits and pieces about Danny's life, we know that he is hiding something that certain people don't know. Danny is willing to die for his brothers, obvious in this weeks chapter, even if he isn't blood related to them. He has such a sense of loyalty to the Kiszka family that he would do whatever it takes to make them happy. Just like Nestor and Happy, they have a sense of loyalty to the groups/families that they belong to. Danny is like Opie and Sam is Jax
Y/N Santiago: this character is based off a lot of characters. I envisioned a cross between Tara Knowles (SOA) and Gemma Teller (SOA). Both are very strong female leads in the show. Gemma is the queen of the MC and every body knows not to cross her. When we first meet Y/N, we get that vibe that she is the mafia princess, no one fucks with her, but quickly that is thrown out the window when she gets to the Kiszka mansion. Which is where we bring in the Tara influence, a girl who ran away from her past to try and start over fresh, but can't seem to escape her demons. Throughout S&S we slowly see Y/N start to lose herself, and have to fight, literally, to regain control over her self.
Rafael Santiago: Based off of Don Vito Corleone (The Godfather), Clay Marrow (SOA) and Marcus Alverez (Mayans MC). He is the leader of the family, and will do whatever it takes to make sure his family stays alive.
Gianni Santiago: based off of Happy, Nestor and Billy Loomis. Gianni is the total wild card, and a lot like Danny, but the key difference is that Danny has demons while Gianni doesn't. Danny at least has some regret for what he has done, while Gianni likes to flaunt it all over. He likes being known as the hitman, the person to watch out for. Just like how Happy has smiley face tattoos for every body he has dropped, Gianni keeps a tally marks tattooed on his abs as a reminder of the bodies.
Andrew Morales: Andrew is mainly based off of, again Nestor. Nestor is Miguel Galindo's body guard and best friend. We see through out Mayans MC that Nestor would quite literally die for Miguel and his family, and Andrew would do the same for Y/N. Andrew is one of the only reliable people in Y/N's life, being a constant and one of the only men who has not laid a hand on her in a malicious way.
some other stuff that is based off of things:
-Y/N's mother's death is based off of Sidney Prescott's mothers death in Scream.
-Y/N's relationship with Francisco is based off of Tara's relationship with Agent Kohn from season one of SOA.
-Isabella is based off of Ima from SOA (she's a stripper whore)
-the scene where Jake breaks open Y/N's nose is based off the scene where Jax confronts Ima about sleeping with his best friend.
-their whole mafia industry is based off of the guns sale plot line from SOA/Mayans MC
-this whole thing is also loosely based off of some Shakespeare plays! I'm not gonna say what, I'll let you guess:)
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No, Sam! (Sanny Fanfic)
*Crack Smut alert*
Author (As known on Various sites): Lady Lover- Rockfic, Luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Deviantart and Wattpad, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @theladylovingcrow - writing/art Tumblr, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping Tumblr
Fandom: Greta Van Fleet
Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner (Sanny)
Length: about 700 words
Warnings/Tags: crack, attempted humor, smut, Sanny, cockblocking, orgasmus interruptus or whatever it is, dirty talking
Summary: Short and shitty, I needed something to make me laugh this morning. Sam and Danny keep getting interrupted.
Author's Notes: This took like 20 minutes, I just wanted to do something funny with a little bit of dialogue I had. Enjoy!
@satans-helper (anyone else let me know if you want to be tagged in Sanny stuff)
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"Come on, Danny. Please, please give me some, I'm dying for it!"
"No, Sam."
"Just a few little thrusts! Come on, what do I have to do to get you to fuck me?"
"SAM. Not now, okay? I think we should stop."
"But whyyyy?" Sam whined, doing his best puppy dog pout.
"Because I think I hear your parents in the hallway!" Danny whisper-yelled, eyes a little wide with panic.
"Oh, crap."
At that moment, raucous laughter rang out through the house, coming from right outside Sam's bedroom door.
The two on the bed shared a nervous look, wondering if they were found out.
"Oh! Kelly, did you hear that? 'I'm dying for it!'" Sam's mother yelled, voice mimicking Sam's, though it was strained with laughter.
"I think we should leave them alone, dear. They're probably very busy." That was his dad. Sam's face turned tomato red.
"Well, I don't think much is going on at the moment. Didn't you hear?" Karen repeated.
"Are you being safe, boys? STDs are still a thing, even if you're gay. Do you need some condoms?" Kelly asked, clearly standing on the other side of the wooden door.
"No, uhh... were good. Thanks, Dad," Sam bit out awkwardly, clearly not wanting to respond but also wanting everything to end.
There was some more snickering, and then a couple minutes of quiet where Sam and Danny still did not dare to move.
"Do you think they're gone?"
"Maybe. Oh damn, I kinda lost it."
"Yeah, I can tell. Want me to blow you? Gonna get you nice and hard, so big, want you to fuck me so bad. I'm so horny, Danny," Sam whispered the last part in his ear, clenching around Danny to punctuate his point.
Danny helplessly groaned and pulled out, moving up to straddle Sam's chest when-
"Aha! I fucking knew Sammy was the bottom bitch!"
Jake's voice, coming from... the window? Crap, the open window.
"Shit, we never closed the window last night. It was too smoky in here."
Sam gave Danny a 'now YOU shut up, idiot' look and called out to Jake.
"Hey, what the FUCK?! Can you leave us alone, please?"
"Aw, but baby brother finally got with his man! How could we leave now?"
Josh was there too, apparently.
Sam threw his head back and groaned in exasperation. "Ohh my godddd."
The twins snickered from outside, most likely thinking he was getting some good dick. The knowledge that they were probably standing on tree stumps just to reach the window didn't even bring Sam much comfort.
Danny was still awkwardly sitting on his chest.
"Uhh... should I go make them go away? Are we even gonna continue?"
"No. I'm not really in the mood any more."
"Damn, okay. Wanna watch a movie?"
"Yeah, sure. Why don't you go get The Dark Knight?"
While they had been talking, Danny had stealthily crept (more like crawled naked across the floor, which meant Sam had to stifle his laughter) over to the window.
He peered out, checking the surroundings. "Yep! They're gone. Fuckers are probably happy they ruined our fun," he muttered.
"Aww, baby, the didn't ruin nothin'! Get over here, sexy!"
Danny snorted and walked back to Sam, first making sure the window was closed and the door was locked.
"Your dirty talk is great, but only when you're actually getting fucked."
Sam looked offended. "Excuse you! My dirty talk is great all the time. I'm not even gonna blow you now."
"Well, if you don't blow me then it's gonna be hard to get fucked. Isn't that what you've been begging me for?"
Sam considered it. "Okay, yeah I'll blow you. God, I hope we don't get interrupted again."
Danny sighed and threaded his fingers through Sam's hair, letting him work.
"You'd think that finding alone time would be easier at home, not worse than on tour."
Sam hummed an affirmative, mouth a little too busy to respond with words.
*Bang bang bang*
"Samuel Francis Kiszka! If you do not return my jacket right this minute I am busting down this door!" Ronnie yelled.
"Oh for the love of God!"
"So... we're not having sex?"
"NO, SAM!"
#greta van fleet#slash fiction#fanfiction#my writing#lulucrowproductions#sam kiszka#danny wagner#samxdanny#sanny#sam gvf#danny gvf#fanfic#gvf#smut#humor#short fic
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DOG DAYS ARE OVER : CHAP 4
AN: Hello ! In this chapter we go on an investigation! But also we get closer to God Jake. Iâm writing the 7th part at the moment, and I think the 8th one will be the end of my dream, but not of this fanfic. Let the fluff begin !
Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader
Genre: College AU
Previous parts: Prologue ; Chap 1 ; Chap 2 ; Chap 3
Masterlist : here
Chapter four : Need a hand ?
It became obvious to both Mandy and I that I was starting to have a crush on Jake. How could I not ? For a far as we knew him, he was perfect in every way.
At first it was discreet. My new hobby of staring at him during lectures was unnoticed by both of the Kiszkas, or if Josh noticed something, he at least thought it was me waiting for his next paper ball notes and getting impatient. Regarding my class daydreamings, they weren't new so classmates and teachers didn't think much of it. Although it became very apparent something was up when I started unintentionally drawing his face several times in the workshop during portraits studies. Even though my photo reference was Kurt Cobain. It could've been easily mistaken for a very bad observation job (and it did), if it weren't for Mandy who saw me coming home after a long day with a painted 50x70cm Jake canvas under my armpit. Judging by my defeated look, she didn't address it, but she knew.
It's a few days later that we had that talk. It was getting so bad that I began mistaking people in hallways for him, smiling or even giggling to myself as I was remembering stuff he did or said, and again, drawing him.
- I can't focus on anything, I sighed defeated. I have this assignment due to next week and I can't draw any character right. I even dreamed of us doing grocery shopping.
I let my head bump loudly against the dining table as she made me a cup of tea/coffee and placed it in front of me. She knew perfectly how I felt because we all went through the same, that's why she softly pulled the chair opposite mine to sit and have a chat.
- You should talk to him more, get to know him, she encouraged. He's nice and now we sometimes hang out so it's not that weird wanting to know him better.
She was right. Sooner or later I'll had to talk to him and even tell him how I feel anyway. Not now though, it was too soon. I kind of got struck by lightning when I first laid my eyes on him and it got worse when we spoke, but it still rarely happened for people to fall instantly like that. There was no way he'd understand if I just confessed my feelings out of the blue. I should wait and see if there's any chance that my feelings are shared, because there was no way in hell I'd tell him if I wasn't sure I had a chance to date him. Speaking of which...
- Should I ask him out on a date?
As an answer, Mandy smacked my head accross the table with an empty box of biscuits.
- Are you out of your mind ? I just told you to wait ! I know you're impatient to get into his pants but think about all the times you rushed things and how many times it worked.
Raising my head to rest my chin against the plastic flowery tablecloth, I considered it, looking at her munching on chocolate biscuits, browsing a fashion magazine for inspiration. Defeated once again, I let out a sigh and shifted so my cheek was against the table.
- First of all, I don't want to get into his pants- Not yet. Second of all, you're right. I don't want to screw up this time because it'll be so awkward afterwards.
She closed her eyes and quickly nodded because she knew she was of good advice, as usual.
- You forgot something essential boo. You don't know if mister doe-eyed guitarist is single.
Fuck, that's right. Neither of them mentionned it but it's not something you just blurt out. We exchanged a look, and she grinned at me in a knowing way.
- Let's investigate.
The first thing to do was to go on his Facebook. It did seem a bit wrong searching him like that instead of asking straightforwardly, and as if karma thought the same, we found that his infos were set on private. We didn't even bother searching for instagram or twitter as nobody puts their real full names on these, so the second thing to do was to go on the field.
Despite all the departments, the school was small so buildings were close to each other and all communicated (except for the fashion workshop). I kind of knew where everything was, since you could tell just by looking at the people hanging around. And as clichĂŠ as it sounded, it was true. Illustration students were always carrying ridiculous amounts of art supplies. Entire bags of paint, books and pencil case in their backpacks, giant portfolio under an arm, A3 sketchbooks in the other, and somehow they still found a way to carry their coffee cups. Architecture, Carpenters and Furniture Design students were often seen with big mock ups and models in their arms, tools or wood. Photo and Fashion peeps were carrying the less stuff since they worked mainly on computers in the Photography dep and let all their mannequins and fabric either at home or in the Fashion workshop. It was as easy to spot dudes from the Music dep, with their guitar on their back, hanging around the Architecture building, smoking, chatting, and drinking soda or coffee.
Their building was near the park, so they were mostly seen in that area. And thank God because I would've look so stupid passing by purely  by chance  in an area where no one ever went except for the people who actually studied there. The park was great. A lot of us used to play ball, sit on the grass to drink, chat or have lunch. It was big enough that the Architecture jocks built some cabins in a corner of it to host parties. I still don't understand how the school allowed that, but anyway, the plan was simple, make a little detour to see if I could spot Jake.
It was so cold outside that students were just hurriedly passing by, quickly making their way inside where it was somewhat warm. As a result, there wasn't many people in the park at this hour of the day and I wondered if Jake was in the dorms or in class before catching a glimpse of his hair in the corner of my eye. Okay time to be discreet. I put my bag down near the trash to fake looking for something while watching him. Fuck he looked good with a scarf and head covered with a beanie. Aside from his looks, he seemed rather bummed. Passers by kept shaking him off as he tried to hand them yellow papers. Probably flyers.
- Jake, I'm taking 5Â !
Some guy just beside me doing the same task called him loud and clear, and I think I just saw my life flash before my eyes when Jake turned around to reply and locked eyes with me. I instantly felt very dumb, crouched next to the trash with my hands on my bag. The mental image I had of myself at that very moment was that of a raccoon. Running away was out of the question since he was approaching my way already, one hand holding the flyers and the other in his jacket pocket.
- Hey.
- Hi, I replied without moving an inch.
- Need a hand ?
Shaking out of it, I got on my feet by myself and lied about just passing by. Karma really was a bitch, wasn't it ? Henceforth no more weird MI6 strategies for me. Avoiding staring at the blushed tip of his nose, I gazed at my hands and saw his in the process.
- Are you giving out flyers ?
- Oh yeah, for the Christmas school festival, but no one is either interested or invested in it unfortunately. It's a shame, I think it's gonna be great. I don't know what's holding them, he added while scratching his beanie, it's free and there's gonna be music and food and booze, what more could we need ?
To be fair I understood both parties. Jake was right but some students probably had exams or homework, and it was freezing and they were doing it outside. Well if we were honest it never stopped anybody from partying so maybe the event wasn't the issue.
- I saw people displaying posters, I remembered, can I see the flyers ?
Without missing a beat he handed them all to me and dear lord I almost got blind just by looking at them. That yellow and black and these awful drawings weren't doing anything good for the event. He must've saw it on my grimacing face because he sighed.
- That bad ?
- Honestly ? It looks like a Bee Movie add.
It actually made him let out a chuckle before puting a hand to his heart.
- That hurts.
That flawless smile made my cheeks burn, thank god they were already red because of the cold. His thumb brushed mine when I handed the flyers back to him, and at this moment I knew I was gonna act without thinking again, because my brain went on vacation the second his skin got in contact with mine.
- I can make you new ones, if you want.
His eyes searched for any traces of a joke on my face before realization hit him and his brows frowned lightly.
- Are you sure ? 'm not an expert but this looks like a lot of work.
As backup to his words, he shook the big bundle of paper between his fingers. Jake genuinely looked worried about me, and all the work it'd put me through. Deep down I knew there was a little voice in my head screaming that helping him only meant more sleepless nights but all the other parts of my brains ignored it when two gentle brown eyes stared at me with concern.
- It'll be fine, I assured with a smile. I'm working fast. I just have to do one design and the rest will be printed, right ? No big deal.
Hand on his hip, Jake let out what sounded like a relieved breath and cracked a smile.
- Thanks, I really appreciate it. Do you have a pen ?
Of course I did, I even got one on my coat pocket for some reason. Things I just forget to remove. He gave me the flyers for me to hold while he uncapped the black marker and took my free arm.
- I'm giving you my number, so you can text me if you're having troubles for the design, and show me some pics if you need advice.
With cold fingers, he gently grabbed my wrist and pushed back the fabric to expose my already shivering skin, and started writing numbers on my veins. It tickled, and I got goosebumps, mostly because of the cold wind but also because of his hand around my arm. The soft touch of his calloused fingers felt right on my skin, replacing the freezing feeling of his digits by a sweet wave of heat and I unconsciously held my breath to focus on the new sensation. He let the ink dry a bit before covering my arm again, raising his chin to meet my face.
- I could've write it on one of the flyers but I got a feeling you would've lost it, wouldn't ya ?
A playful smile danced on his face and once again I found myself mesmerized by him, nodding and chewing on my lip in a childlike manner. Jake tapped me on the shoulder to thank me again, saying he'll make it up to me, but I was too absorbed by the burning feeling of his skin on mine.
- I have to go, he said after sliding the marker back inside my breast pocket. My band's playing at the christmas party by the way, I hope you'll come!
#gvf fic#gvf x reader#gvf imagine#gvf fanfic#jake kiszka x reader#jake kiszka fic#jake kiszka imagine#josh kiszka fic#greta van fleet fic#greta van fleet imagine#greta van fleet#jake kiszka
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cake by the ocean
jake kiszka x fem!reader
warnings: explicit sexual content, 18+ only.
a/n: hey, itâs chey. i deleted my whole blog, but i decided to republish my old fics⌠and maybe new ones. much love always đ¤đŚâ¨
tags: gonna tag my friends and those i can remember from my old taglist, lmk if youâd like to be added or removed! @alwayzthere @strangersingold @garbagevanfleet @obetrolncocktails @godlygreta @gardenvanfleet @singingmangoes @tripthelight-fanfic @theweightofstardust
âplease join us on the retreat, darling!â your fatherâs voice halfway begged while you left silence on your end of the line. you chewed at your cheek nervously before asking, âwill ronnie be there?â
you heard your motherâs voice speak up - realizing you were on speakerphone - and you let out a harsh sigh when she informed you that âveronica wonât be able to make it.â
âlisten,â your father starts, already pleading again, âall three boys are coming, and i know youâll be happy to at least see joshua and samuel! maybe you and jacob could finally put your differences aside.â
your eyes darted up frantically to meet the sturdy gaze of the man across your living room from you, the jacob kiszka himself. your differencesâŚ
âokay, fine. iâll go.â you say, and you hear jake quietly snicker from across the room.
you shoot him a dirty glance as you hang up the phone, lifting yourself off the couch with a huff. he follows you to the dinette, cornering you. things had⌠changed recently. you still despised him, but after a brief run in you had with him, casual fucking had been something youâd roped yourselves into.
he came over last night since he was in town and you didnât have the heart to kick him out then, but you did now.
âdonât you need to leave and go pack?â you sneer, backing yourself as far towards the wall as you could get. âyeah,â he chuckles, matching your pace, âbut i wanted a goodbye kiss.â
âin your fucking dreams, kiszka.â you laugh, shoving his shoulder. he winks at you and turns away, grabbing his belongings and walking towards the door. âseeya in a few days!â he yells, and flips you the bird as he closes the door behind him.
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you and jake had a reputation for ruining your family and the kiszka families get togethers. your sets of parents had been friends for years, and you being an only child found friendship in the four children of the kiszka household. you grew close with their daughter veronica, and even closer with their son jake.
you and jake, along with his twin josh, were conjoined at the hip for most of your lives. you wrestled around with them and fought with them like real siblings, and you figured that jake would be your best friend forever.
everything between the two of you was peachy⌠until that fateful day in high school.
jake had just begun to slip into his own identityâ he wasnât the other josh anymore. he grew a little taller and tanner, and his soccer skills soared him to the top of the popularity totem pole⌠not to mention the swoopy hair and guitar playing.
heâd still made time for you, of course⌠when he could, but those occurrences dwindled down until you were only seeing him when you went over to have girls night with his sister.
the straw that broke the camel's back happened near the end of your tenth grade year. jake had always been kind to you, even when he stopped talking to you, so when he knocked into you in the cafeteria and grape juice spilled all over your brand new stark white jeans, you thought heâd help.
you were floored when he began laughing. that sound that had once been music to your ears scorched through your brain like a white hot fury. you wanted to connect your fist with his face and crack that beautiful pointed nose in two â but you didnât.
you ran. and you cried.
you swore off talking to jake completely, ignoring him any time you stepped foot into his parents home, and it drove him mad. he would do little things to piss you off, and it usually ended in some kind of nasty fight full of verbal abuse.
one of the worst fights you had was christmas of your senior year, and heâd done something so heinous that you unloaded on him, hauling off to smack him sharply across the cheek. he caught your wrist and laughed at you, keeping his voice calm and telling you to fix your attitude. you couldnât stand being around him.
any time you were near him it made your blood boil⌠until you ran into him a few months ago.
you decided to go to one of their shows and of course, josh made sure you could come backstage. you planned to see him and sam and daniel, making sure to avoid jake at all costs. you failed miserably.
you walked into the dressing room behind josh, listening to him gush about how electric the show was, when you saw jake lounging on a couch against the wall. josh walked through into the bathroom and promised heâd be right back, and you leaned against the other couch. you kept your gaze averted from jake for as long as you could, until he stood and crossed the room, standing in front of you.
âitâs nice to see you again.â he says, his raspy voice tingling in your ears. âhmph.â you dramatically sigh, crossing your arms across your chest.
he leans closer to you, his hot breath fanning over your face. âyou look pretty⌠and you smell nice.â he compliments, leaning in to sniff your hair. your breath quickens but you convince yourself itâs just anger. âdid you like the show?â he ponders, pulling himself away from you.
âi did. you played really well.â you respond, and he smirks over the fact that the first words you speak to him are a compliment.
you tap your foot as you wonder where josh has actually gone, and jake moves in on you. he places his palms on either side of your body and stares softly at your face.
âdo you really hate me that bad?â he questions, his eyes glazed over as an effect of the jack heâd been sipping on.
you laugh at him, bracing his shoulders and pushing him backwards. âyeah. i do. you don't know how many times iâve wanted to punch you right in the face, bash that beautiful nose in. youâre such an asshole.â
a smirk plays across his features, alarming you. âwhy donât you sit on it instead?â he offers. the wind is knocked out of your lungs.
youâre pissed at the fact that heâs speaking to you like this, but even more pissed at yourself because you want to accept the offer⌠but you do it anyway. you let him lead you down the hall to a room he knows is secluded and he locks the door before making his way over to you.
you spend the better part of two hours with your lips connected, or on each other's body in some way. you like the feeling of his rough hands roaming every inch of your exposed skin as you frantically shed your clothes together.
you enjoy every hushed moan you can draw from his beautiful mouth as you unravel each other, and you love every minute of his touch and the steady thrusts as he finally enters you and leads you to the edge.
but⌠you. hate. him.
if you keep telling yourself that maybe youâll believe it too. you clean and dress yourselves and then itâs back to normal, that tense air hanging over you both. before you exit the dressing room he slips you his phone number and snips a small remark about how nice it was to âhatefuck you.â he walks out before you and you kick him in the back of the knee before walking in the opposite direction.
it isnât long before you find yourselves tangled up in the sheets together again, sweaty and breathless.
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you pack your bags in a very organized fashion, and you make sure to bring a lot of summery clothes. the weather on the trip - the five day long trip - is supposed to be nice, so you find yourself excited to pack flowing sundresses and strappy sandals to accommodate.
you fly to your hometown to meet with your parents and ride with them to the airport to fly to your vacation home. they let you know that the kiszkaâs have already arrived there, to your dismay. you were hopeful that youâd be able to unwind for a while when you got there, but those plans were ruined.
when you landed your parents had a driver arranged and they drove you to the secluded home, right on the edge of a beach you werenât even sure the name of. you entered the home under a beautiful marble arch and said hello to all of your guests⌠except for jake.
the air was thick with some kind of tension but you had a reputation to uphold⌠nobody could know what had been going on between yourself and jake. not even his twin.
you carried your luggage upstairs and entered the room you always chose as yours when you were a kid, finding comfort in the familiarity of it. you unpacked your clothes and put them away, and when you were done you settled on top of your duvet with a book, hoping to get a bit of quiet time before you joined everyone for dinner.
that lasted all of twenty-five minutes.
a small knock on your door knocked you out of your trance, and before you could even rise from the bed to open it jake was letting himself in and closing it quietly behind him.
âwhat the fuck do you want?â you groaned, settling back into your bed against the pillows. he wiggled his eyebrows playfully at you.
âyou know what i want⌠if you want itâŚâ he murmurs, making sure to stay as silent as possible. he crossed the room and leaned into you, testing the waters. you moved over so he could join you in the bed, and before you knew it your book was discarded somewhere in the corner and he was on top of you, your hands tangled through his chocolate brown tresses and his lips moving in sync with your own.
he ground his hips into yours slowly and a soft moan escaped your already puffy lips. you tugged at his hair softly as his hands found their place on either side of your head. you threw a leg over his hip as he continued to roll them into you. âso youâre just gonna dry hump me the whole time?â you laugh, removing your lips from his and burying your face in his neck.
he chuckles at you before moving down the bed, looking up at you expectantly as his body hovered over yours. âtake them off, jake.â you half-whine, eager to feel his touch. he slides your pants and panties down your legs before pressing teasing kisses into your thighs.
you place your fingers into his hair and tug his face down, causing what sounds like a growl to escape this throat. he places his tongue flatly against your clit, staring up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. you shoot him a dirty glance and he giggles again, moving his head back and forth slowly.
you keep your fingers in his hair as you begin to grind against his face, and he moans into you as he laps at your clit. you feel him collect your juices and prod two fingers at your hole before slipping them into you and you throw your arm over your mouth to stifle a scream.
he licks and sucks at your clit gently as his fingers scissor you open, and it isnât long before you can feel that familiar burn building in the pit of your stomach.
âtime for dinner everyone!â you hear karen call up the stairs, and you scramble backwards to get away from jake. âwhatâs your problem?â he asks you, sounding annoyed.
âwe have to go eat dinner with everyone!â you exclaim, keeping your tone hushed.
âi was just eaââ
ânot now, jacob. we have to go downstairs.â
âyouâre no fun, you didnât even let me make you cum.â he complains, standing up and adjusting his pants to hide his very obvious erection. you hear josh and sam go down the stairs, and after a minute jake leaves your room to make his way to the dining room.
you take a few moments to collect yourself and fix your hair and redress before leaving your room, stopping in the hallway bathroom to wash your hands before walking down and finding your place at the dinner table. you take a seat next to your mother and eye the dinner table curiously, wondering what is there that youâll actually eat and not pick at.
at the other end of the table jake starts up a conversation with his dad, and for some reason the sound of his voice is burning your ears. you want this to be a nice trip⌠no fighting. you canât stand how just the smallest things about him get under your skin sometimes.
âare you okay?â your mother asks you tentatively, although youâre sure she doesnât actually care. you feel your cheeks burn when multiple sets of eyes land on you. you cough to clear your throat before ensuring that youâre fine, but you keep your gaze forward and make no effort to look towards jake⌠until he starts up a conversation with you.
âso, y/n..â he begins, smirk stretching across his face, âwhat have you been up to lately?â
your cheeks scorch as your eyes meet his and you give him the nastiest look you can muster before clearing your throat again and then sipping your water. âi havenât been doing much, thanks for asking. nothing special.â you retort sarcastically. he laughs loudly, tipping his head back.
everyone else at the table takes his laugh as a taunt, but you know heâs laughing because youâd just referred to him as ânothing special.â
âso, are you working? do you like your job?â he quips, continuing to hold your gaze. everyone at the table waits with bated breath in assumption that a fight will break out, but youâre trying your hardest to stay calm with him. âiâm sure you probably do love your boring, piddly little job.â he says, leaning in as he harshly punctuates his sentence.
âitâs better than being a sleazy rockstar.â you throw back at him.
he laughs so loud that everyone at the table canât help but crack a smile, and you think you might be the only one who hears him when he chuckles, âthatâs my girl.â
you make yourself a plate of some foods that you like and do a bit of chatting with everyone since the mood seems lighter. everyone excuses themselves from the table and you make your way upstairs, opting for a quick shower before putting on your pajamas and heading off to bed. you half expect jake to come to your room, but he doesnât, so you fall asleep quickly.
itâs around four-thirty a.m. when a crack of lightning strikes outside the house and scares the hell out of you, waking you from your sleep. the thunder rolls in seconds later and you can hear the hard rain bashing at the window and the roof. you can hear the waves crashing against the beach outside. youâve never really liked thunderstorms, and this one was enough to freak you out completely.
you wondered what to do and decided to scroll on your phone for a bit until the storm gets so heavy and unbearable that you canât stand being alone anymore. you figure josh is sound asleep and that sam wouldnât want company, so you pad down the hall to jakeâs room. you quietly open the door and sneak in, admiring his features as he lays across the bed, his hair sprawled out across the pillow. you take a step closer to him before you hear him whisper, âare you gonna keep staring at me or what?â
you giggle as you walk towards his bed and he opens the covers graciously for you to get in. âstill afraid of thunderstorms?â he asks, but it sounds concerned and sweet. âyeah⌠i am⌠and i still hate you, but⌠i just needed to cuddle something.â you say, but you canât hide your smile. you roll over so your back is against his front and you settle into him. he wraps an arm around your waist before muttering âitâs okay, i know youâre sweet on me.â
you fall asleep quickly after to the sound of his soft breathing behind you.
when you wake up, itâs to the loud sound of someone beating on jakeâs door, and after a moment you hear josh yelling for him to wake up. jake laughs as he realizes that youâre terrified of being caught. you scramble off his bed and to the closet, silently laughing once your back hits the wall because of how silly this situation is.
you hear jake open the door and start a conversation with josh, and you can tell by the way jake is laughing and asking questions that he intends to keep you in the closet for as long as possible just to piss you off.
âhey, have you seen y/n?â you hear josh ask him, and you hold your breath as you await jakeâs reply. âno, what makes you think iâd know where she was?â he quips back.
âi figured iâd ask. her momâs looking for her.â
âprobably out on the beach reading. you know she likes to do that shit.â jake says, followed by what you would consider a nervous giggle. josh doesnât notice.
âokay, well iâm heading down for breakfast, iâll see you later!â josh says excitedly, and you storm out of the closet as soon as you hear jake close the bedroom door.
âdude, what the fuck!â you exclaim, smacking jake on the bicep. ânow iâm gonna have to change clothes really fast and go try to look sandy because he will probably tell my mom iâm on the beach!â
he laughs again - that laugh - and youâre not sure whatâs come over you because it doesnât infuriate you immediately. âgood luck with that. i hate sand.â he smirks, laying back on his bed.
âpack it up, anakin skywalker.â you chide, opening the door and making a run for it when you see the coast is clear.
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you try to keep your interactions with jake to a minimum after sleeping in his room. you think everyone is very close to figuring out whatâs going on, so you and jake have only been casually fooling around instead of sneaking off and going for it.
on the third day that youâre there you spend a little time with your mom, and youâre amused as she tries to prod you for info about your personal life.
âare you seeing anyone?â she ponders, and you laugh. âkinda⌠i think. itâs very complicated.â
âiâve noticed you and jacob havenât been arguing much⌠whatâs with that?â
you sigh and lean over, resting your chin in your hand. âyou and dad said try to settle our differences. weâre trying. did you want us to fight this whole trip?â you ask her snarkily. âno, iâm glad honey. thatâs nice.â she says, and goes back to her magazine.
on the fourth day you all decide to go down to the beach. youâre having a good time with everyone, but you really canât tear your eyes away from jake. the way he reclines back in his lounge chair⌠how his hair is softly braided and laying over his shoulder⌠all of his soft tan skin exposed to youâŚ
you force yourself to snap out of it until you canât take it anymore. your parents had all gone off to do something and josh was preoccupied writing, so you slipped past him and sat on the sand next to jakeâs chair. sam had gone back to the house ages ago.
âjakey.â you say softly, poking his arm. he lifts his sunglasses and looks down at you, that dumb smirk playing at his lips. âwhat, baby?â he taunts.
âfuck you.â you reply.
âis that why you came over here?â he laughs at you. âyeah it is.â you say, peering up at him through your lashes. he sneaks a glance at josh, and you both conclude itâll take a while before he realizes youâre gone.
you stand and slowly make your way back to the house, careful that nobody sees you. you head to jakeâs room, which is bigger than yours, and quietly close the door. he opens the balcony that overlooks the beach so that a breeze can blow lightly through the room.
he looks back at you and without saying anything youâre both shedding your bathing suits and making your way to the bed. you lie down and prop yourself up on your elbows as he crawls over you and leans down to kiss your neck.
you can see that heâs already half hard and you pull the hair tie out of his braid to let his hair fall loosely around his shoulders. he trails kisses up your neck and along your jaw until his lips meet yours and you moan when his tongue traces over your bottom lip.
âjake!â you whine, arching up to meet him. âplease.â your voice is desperate. you didnât realize until now that after months of messing around with him that you actually longed for his touch. he massages your hips lightly before telling you to roll over.
âass up, baby.â he tells you, his hands finding your hips again. you arch your back and push up as high as you can, and you feel two fingers run through your slick before he presses them into you. âyou get so wet for me, youâre such a good girl.â he praises, a soft mewl escaping your parted lips.
he pumps his fingers in and out a few times before you start to feel your arousal running down your legs. he takes them out and positions himself behind you, stroking himself a few times before entering you.
âi love you in this position. love seeing that pretty ass in the air for me.â he says, his voice like warm honey. you stifle your moans the best you can but you know you and jake get pretty loud, and his relentless pace has you whimpering and crying out in no time.
âyou better hush, sweet girl. you wouldnât want anyone to find you up here getting fucked by a sleazy rockstar, would you?â he laughs.
âi knew you liked that.â
âdamn right i did.â he growls, his left hand placing a sharp smack to your ass. your cries grow louder as he continues to drive into you and his hands are pressing into your hips harder than ever.
âfuck, youâre getting tight. you gonna cum?â he asks, reaching down to rub circles on your clit. you babble an incoherent sentence back at him before youâre letting go, the sensation pouring over your body like melted butter. his hips stutter a few moments later and he pulls out of you, stroking his length until hot strands of his arousal are painted across your back and your ass.
he helps you clean up and you run across the hall to shower, leaving him alone in his room for a while.
when you go down for dinner you see him, freshly showered as well, and you admire how handsome he looks in a navy button down and white pants. âyou should learn how to button those.â you laugh as you walk past him.
when you seat yourself at the table it comes as a shock when jake sits next to you. immediately, all eyes are on you both, and when nobody says a word you watch karen tilt her head back and guffaw, her cheerful laugh was something all her boys adopted from her.
âkelly!â she exclaims cheerfully, âyou owe me money!â
you spend dinner explaining what was going on to your families in a very mild manner. they all seem to be thrilled, even your parents, which comes as a shock.
when youâre done you help your mom and karen clean and get everything organized since youâll be leaving tomorrow, and then you go upstairs and find jake. heâs sitting on the balcony strumming his acoustic guitar, and a bottle of wine sits next to him.
you walk over and sit cross-legged in front of him and he gently strums a tune as he looks up at you. âyou look really pretty tonight.â he compliments. you thank him and gesture towards the wine, wondering if you can take a sip. when he nods you bring the bottle to your lips and grimace as the bitter red liquid slides down your throat.
âyou know, i really like you. a lot. you piss me off more than anyone on the planet, but..â he says, propping the guitar next to him. âwhy did we ever start this fight anyway?â
you bring your knees to your chest and face him, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. âyou didnât have time for me anymore⌠and then you ruined my clothes and laughed about it like an asshole.â
he stands and grabs the wine, walking closer to the edge of the balcony. when he turns to face you, heâs pouring the red wine all down the front of his pressed white pants. âlike this?â
you begin to sob as he does so, and he sits back next to you, pulling you into his side.âi didnât think that through.â he giggles, pressing his nose into your hair. ânow my balls are wet and sticky.
you laugh out loud and you let him stand, pulling you to your feet with him. âpopularity shouldâve never been more important to me than my best friend. iâm sorry i did that to you. i could never actually hate you.â
you wipe the tears from your eyes and try to return to your normal playful nature. âwill you still fuck me like you do, though?â you tease.
âyou know i will⌠but right now, i wanna cuddle with you and hold you close. is that okay?â
you shake your head yes and laugh as you wait for him to run to the bathroom to clean himself off. he comes back and you climb into bed together, cuddling under the blankets in welcome of the soft moonlight pouring in through the balcony doors.
you stay awake for most of the night, talking and laughing. the next morning you all pack your things and depart and jake promises you heâll see you in a week. you toss your luggage into the trunk of the chauffeurâs car and when you turn around you see jake running at you.
âwhat?â you exclaim, laughing as he picks you up and twirls you around.
âgoodbye kiss?â
you press your lips to his slowly and close your eyes, holding him to you for a moment before he sets you down. you pull away and he presses a tender kiss to your forehead. âin a week, sweet girl. A WEEK!â he yells, running back toward his brothers.
you couldnât wait to see him again.
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