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Heartbreaker - Part 3

Disclaimer: I do not own Greta Van Fleet, nor their songs. This series (as well as everything else I write and is a fanfiction) is pure fiction. I have not been alive in the 1960s, and most of the details have been researched beforehand. Also, the GIFs and photos I use throughout this series are NOT mine, they are just images I have downloaded from Tumblr. If you are the owner, please DM me, I would be more than happy to give credit. Warnings: smoking, mentions of drinking, language, slight smut (nothing explicit) Word count: 2,1 K+ A/N: PART 3 YAY! Soooo this chapter came together pretty easy, so I hope you will like it as much as I do! 

Jake Kiszka x (female) Reader

Heartbreaker Masterpost // Fanfiction Masterpost

The following morning started with you having a terrible hangover. The moment you opened your eyes, you felt an enormous pain caused by the sun coming in the room through the window. You forgot to pull the curtains last night.  The pain caused you to close your eyes shut, but slowly you opened them again and peeked at your surroundings.

Your eyes stopped on Jake, who has fallen asleep in the armchair. Your cheeks heat up at his sight. Did we – I don’t think so. I hope not. Your eyes searched for clues in the room, but everything seemed normal, besides Jake being asleep in your room.

You checked your clothes – you were dressed in last night’s clothes. On the small table you had an ashtray which was now full of cigars put out long ago. Memories slowly started to make their way back to you.

You and the boys went out to celebrate the success from Whisky a Go Go. You shared a drink with Jake and eventually ended up with more drinks. You didn’t count, but they were enough to get you down.

When you left the local, Jake told the boys he would get you to your room then go back. But he fell fast asleep in your armchair, before you.

“Fucking hell…” Jake grunted as he woke up. “What- Did we-?”

“No, I don’t think so at least,” you shook your head. You saw him rotate his neck as he tried to sit up.

“My neck hurts from sleeping on this,” he spoke lowly.

His morning raspy voice made your heart drop, as well as his whole image like that, there – off guard, relaxed.

The morning hours passed slowly. You had spent most of your time on the balcony of your room, working on the first part of your article. You watched the people and cars pass by, as you enjoyed the Californian heat.

A soft knock in the balcony’s window was enough to pull you out of your thoughts. You looked in the room and saw Jake on the other side, asking you to let him in. You kicked the door open and he stepped out next to you.

He put a cigar between his lips and light it up.

“How is it coming along?” he asked pointing at the papers all over your table.

“I barely have any content,” you sighed and trembled at the bare thought of your boss and at the article he was expecting from you.

“Well, is there anything I can help with?” Jake asked as he let out a small cloud of smoke, as he approached you, near the edge of the balcony.

Jake had a unique behavior. There were moments when he invested himself so much into you and spending time with you, and there were moments in which he spoke to you like he was obligated to. Every time you saw him, you couldn’t tell in which phase he was going to be in.

“Well, I don’t know. I guess you could-“ you started but were quickly cut off by Jake’s lips pressing against yours.

You were expecting anything to happen but this. Your heart skipped a couple of beats at this, but you kissed Jake back. As your lips were caught in perfect sync, you felt the slight taste of cigars and mint of Jake.

Jake put out his cigar on the wall behind you and cupped your face in his hands. The only time when your lips weren’t touching each other was only for the brief moments to catch your breath back.

Your hand travelled to Jake’s hair and your fingers got tangled there, as Jake softly pushed you up against the pale pink wall that was behind you.

“Will you be documenting this as well, baby?” Jake whispered between kisses. You were lost in his touch, feeling like you were on cloud nine. You just hummed a negative answer in a kiss, not wanting him to stop.

You could feel your heart beating faster, your eyes noticing every little detail around you, your ears hearing every little whimper or low hum coming from Jake. In that moment you felt as if the whole world had disappeared and it was only you and Jake left. You didn’t give a fuck you were on the balcony of one of LA’s most known hotels and people could see you nor that Jake had been acting funny when he came in there.

You felt one of Jake’s cold hands softly touching your back, half exposed because the tank top you were wearing hitched up a little bit.

“Go easy on her, tiger,” you heard another male voice coming from your room. Both you and Jake stopped in an instant and looked around to find out who was the one interrupting your moment.

Sam poked his head out through the balcony door and grinned at the sight of the two of you - you up against a wall, with swollen lips and Jake’s hair kind of a mess from your fingers tugging at it and roughing it up.

“Fuck off,” Jake laughed as he relaxed a bit at the sight of his little brother. “What do you want?”

“Josh said we need to leave for soundcheck at the venue,” Sam answered, still fixing the two of you with his eyes.

“Well, seems like I have to go,” Jake whispered to you as he pressed his forehead against yours and your noses were touching. “Promise I’ll still take you out for that drive in a bit, before the gig and maybe a walk, is that fine baby?”

You hummed in response and took off his sunglasses. You looked in his eyes for a couple of moments and kissed him once more. Jake pulled your body next to his in a tight hug before he left out the door with Sam.

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself as you found yourself alone once again.

No losing control and no unprofessional behavior your boss’s words from just before you walked for the first time backstage ran through your head as you sat back at the table and looked over the papers in front of you.

As you started writing, you got so caught up in it that you didn’t even notice how fast time has passed. The boys were already back from the soundcheck.

“Hey, are you ready to go?” Jake asked as he walked on your balcony. “And honestly, you should close your doors, you’re lucky it’s just me who pays you visits and not strangers.”

Only then you remembered that you actually forgot to lock the doors since the morning. You even forgot to eat, or change your clothes for your getaway with Jake.

“Ready to go? Can’t we wait a little bit? I forgot to change.”

“No need for changing baby, you’re looking fantastic like this,” he smiled and started gathering your papers off the table. “Greta Van Fleet leads the way to a love and peace revolution,” he read your opening sentence. “I like that.”

“Happy to hear it!” you answered, all a smile.

Once Jake clipped the papers to the clipboard you carried around at all times, he helped you up and lead the way to the same rented car as the day before.

“Have you eaten anything today?” he asked as he adjusted his seatbelt. You just shook your head. “Then we’re going to a restaurant.”

Jake drove you to a restaurant on the promenade, by the ocean. Your eyes took in the wonderful view from the table that was assigned to you. You saw the waves washing the shore and you could see in the distance children running in the water, splashing each other and laughing. Their laughter filled the air. Even the restaurant’s atmosphere was so calming. Instead of chairs, there were couches, and the tables were quite low.

You and Jake have enjoyed a wonderful (quite late) lunch and shared a bottle of red wine. It was your favorite. At a point during your meal, Jake moved on the couch you were sitting on and pulled you close to him. You could smell the scent of his body- quality cologne and a tad bit of cigars.

“Baby, do you regret anything that happened this morning?” he blurted out of a sudden.

You couldn’t understand why would he think that you would regret it. “No, Jake, I don’t regret anything, at all. I loved it.”

A smile spread on his face, as his right hand touched your cheek. You looked deeply in his eyes and you realized you were truly mesmerized by the man sitting in front of you. You had fallen for him. Hopelessly in love with him.

Your lips touched and slowly engaged into a wonderfully in-sync movement. You couldn’t get enough of this feeling.

~

The boys just finished their second night down in Los Angeles, and just as the one before, it has been a complete success. This time, you managed to get to talk to each of them, individually, both before and after the gig. You noticed how they transfer their energy to the crowd, and somehow the crowd gives the energy right back at them and the cycle goes on. It was amazing.

“Do you want to go back at the hotel?” Jake whispered in your ear just as you finished your last bit of interview with Daniel.

“Thank you so much, Danny!” you spoke to the dark haired man sitting in front of you. He had such a gentle soul and such a happy spirit that every time you talked to him, or were near him, you couldn’t help but smile.

You gathered the newly written pages and sat up, as you followed Jake down the dark streets. As a matter of fact, the hotel wasn’t far from the venue they just played. It was only a ten minute walk.

On the way up the stairs, to your room, Jake kissed you and backed you up in the wall – again. You just kissed him back, laughing a little at your situation. Jake’s next move caught you off guard: he picked you up and walked up the stairs, all the way to your room, with you in his arms. You were playfully dangling your legs, earning laughs from the man in front of you. You felt happy, like you didn’t feel in a long time, like your responsibilities didn’t exist anymore and it was only you and Jake left.

Once in front of the room, he put you down and waited patiently for you to unlock the door, but the moment he heard the door click he picked you up right again. You laughed, turning on the light in the bathroom, enough light for Jake to see where he was going.

He kicked the door close and lead you to the double bed in which you slept last night, while he was on the armchair. But you knew that was going to change tonight. He put you down gently on the neat white sheets and he placed a kiss on your lips. You kissed him back almost instantly, taking off the sunglasses before getting your fingers in his hair.

Jake hovered over you placing little kisses on your lips, on your cheek, and slowly making his way to your jawline and down your neck. You couldn’t hold back the small whimpers that made Jake take control immediately.

“Do you want to do this?” he asked breathlessly.

“Yes.”

“Are you completely sure?”

“Yes, Jake, I am,” you smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. You kicked off your shoes and waited for Jake to do the exact same thing, before the both of you crawled on the bed. You could feel your heart beating faster and started feeling a tingling sensation all over your body. You were ready for this.

Without any more questions, Jake resumed what he was doing before. Once his kisses reached the material of your tank top, he stopped and smiled. “You kept it after all.”

You nodded and slightly arched your back at his touch on your inner thighs.

“I like the way you dressed and all, but I am afraid it has to go away completely,” he grinned as he tugged at your pants. “Nothing personal.”

You smiled as you stretched out your legs, making it easier for him to pull off the black pants you were wearing. Once he tossed them to the ground, Jake continued kissing you, while running his hands up and down your body.

His hand reached your inner thigh once more, and shortly after this you felt his warm breath on your exposed skin. This time your breath hitched a bit, letting out a shaky breath, almost a moan, earning a grin from Jake, as he proceeded further and got hold of your underwear and pulled it down your legs. “Keep doing that, angel.”

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Basic Guide to Binders

What’re Binders?

Chest binders are designed to flatten your chest, giving it a more masculine appearance

The full effect depends on the size of your chest and quality of your binder

They can be used by anyone with breast tissue, including people who’re AMAB (e.g. those who have Gynecomastia for example) or cis women for aesthetic reasons!

They’re almost always made of a swimsuit like material, with a compression panel at the front (that material is hard to describe)

Different kinds of binders:

Half binders:

(Photo from gc2b’s RGBP collection)

Half binders are great for when it’s hot, and are usually cheaper too

Can accidentally give you a muffin top!

Tank top/full binders:

Look more like tank tops, less like a sports bra!

Definitely keeps you warm, but made of sports material so its ok

Razorbacks:

(Photo from FLAVNT’s website)

Lots of people find this style more practical and comfortable!

Strapless

Usually too tight or poorly made, I really don’t recommend!

Zipper!

Some binders come with zips down the front, making them easier to take on and off, just make sure the company makes quality binders though

Nude colours:

(Photo from gc2b)

Like a lot of things in life, it’s hard to find nude binders in a variety of darker shades, but Flavnt and gc2b both offer reasonably good options, and Shapeshifter Inc offers custom material if you’re willing to splash out (£80)

These are great for going swimming if you don’t want to wear a t-shirt, but are harder to pass off as tank-tops if seen (although they look great under white t-shirts, if you get the right shade)

The classic white/black:

Every binder company besides Flavnt offers these

White looks great under all t-shirts, but half binders will look a bit like sports bras if you have a white t-shirt

Black will DEFINITELY show through non-black shirts, but is great for all my emos out there. GC2B’s are great because they don’t tend to fade to grey, and even offer grey as a colour

Funky:

(Screen shot of Shapeshifter Inc’s colourful binder collection! Honestly you can find anything you want on there)

These binders are great for events like pride! (Look at gc2b’s pride binders!)

Colour block ones like gc2b offers look awesome if you’re going for a bold statement or matching an outfit (look at their RGBP collection)

Where can I get one?

DO NOT buy from Amazon or similar ‘market place’ style websites, they’re often made of the wrong fabrics (so can’t stretch enough) and come in the wrong sizes—they can cause permanent rib damage

That being said: gc2b is probably the only brand i really recommend, they’re safe, well made and well known, and have a lot of discount codes, they also have a European store now, meaning their deliveries come more quickly than other brands a lot of the time—$37 or £30 for half binders and $41 or £33 for tank top binders

Other options include Underworks, Flavnt, Shapeshifters Inc, or Heroine

Underworks is good for longer binders that don’t have compression on the stomach too, they have a website but can also be found on Amazon (just make sure you’re buying from them)—around $44 or £35

Flavnt has slightly odd necklines, but a good range of nude colours, have razor backs—around $50 or £40.50

Shapeshifters Inc has handmade, very funky binders. Importantly, they offer custom sizing and can alter the width of straps for you, etc. Don’t offer as much compression as others, but are good binders overall!—around $50 or £40.50

Heroine’s binders (I know, the name is a bit of a turn off) are actually pretty good from what I hear, but tend to be marketed to masculine women rather than trans masc people, and the often sports-bra like cuts reflect this, but are by no means bad! They also come with a zip down the side usually, but are almost entirely in black and grey. Shipping may take a while.—$45

What if I can’t afford it?

There’s lots of discount codes! I recommend going on youtube and looking at recent reviews, they’re often sponsored and have discount codes

This website has second hand binders for $10

Point of Pride does binder giveaways

This Tumblr reblogs giveaway posts

Reach out to trans people online, often they’ll know good places to get cheaper binders, or be willing to give you an old one

Make sure that you’ve got some spare change if you’re shipping internationally, because sometimes things get stuck in customs

DIY Binders:

I really don’t recommend sewing your own, and for health reasons you should never try bandages or tape

BUT: good alternatives to binders (if you’re more small chested) are sports bras (obviously this mostly applies to AFAB folks but it’s definitely relevant), any non-paded one you can find should be ok, and are good if you want a flatter chest but are stuck in the closet.

If you need to then layering sports bras is an option, but you shouldn’t do that for more than a few hours, and should immediately stop if you find yourself out of breath (I’ll talk about this more in a sec)

Also, tight-ish tank tops/vests (sorry for my UK English idk the American word!) can be folded in half and have a flattening effect (but they do look a bit lumpy, and don’t have any support)

I’m in the Closet/can’t let my parents know:

Binder companies tend to ship discreetly, with their parcels looking like your regular Amazon package

If you’re out to a friend, you can always get it shipped to their’s

If you called them up in advance, getting it shipped to an LGBT centre is also an option

Half binders can be passed off as sports bras, especially if they’re razor back

Binding with Health Problems:

If you have asthma, it’s not too much of an issue, but take it slow (you can always take it off in a toilet cubicle and have a breather?), don’t bind for too long (six hours or so) and pay attention to how you feel.

Safe Binding:

I’m an idiot, so I haven’t always used a binder safely, especially when my dysphoria is bad—but this advice is probably the most important thing on here:

Do not bind for more than 7 or 8 hours

Avoid strapless binders, however practical they look

Never sleep in a binder

PLEASE never wear more than one binder at a time

If you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe—take a break and listen to your body

If you’re in between sizes, size UP not down! Binder’s usually come smaller than you expect

You can swim in (some) binders (e.g. gc2b, i know i’ve mentioned them a lot), but will likely find that it really really hurts your ribs if you go too far under

But ‘Why?’ you might ask!

Complications from improper binder use include rib damage (fractures, breakages, permanent rib bending) and tissue damage (this can seriously impact your chances and results for top surgery!)

Excess binding usually leads to your chest muscles weakening (AKA you will get a saggy chest) but this can be avoided by working out your chest and taking breaks :)

Binding can also lead to breathing difficulties and impact growth! (Just look at me, oof)

Thank you for reading! In conclusion, don’t cut corners, bind safely and have a great day!

Feel free to add to the post if there’s anything i forgot/got wrong.