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Is there a Dolan Twins to Kiszka Twins pipeline??????

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Stroke Me

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Reader | Rated Explicit | Words: 6.3k

Warnings: Language, smut, handjobs, edging, oral sex (m. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, m. sub kinda

Summary: Danny comes home from tour with a newfound kink and finally gets the chance to try it out with you.

Author's Note: Uhh...so, about a month and a half after I said I would have this to you guys...ta da?

18+ / MINORS DNI

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The domestic bliss of ‘just home from tour’ was one of the only good things about Danny being gone for so long, so often. Sure, you were grateful that he was doing what he loved with people he loved. Yes, it was cool that he got to see the world and then play for more people who loved him.

But when you were stuck at home at night, unable to call him because of time differences and so, so lonely, you found yourself thinking of days and nights exactly like this one.

You had both woken with the sun, no alarms, and had breakfast in your pajamas. After that? You’d put on a record and cleaned the house up a bit, then spent the rest of the day doing nothing at all, with nowhere to be, no one to talk to about band stuff, and no distractions from simply existing in the same space again. 

Now, showered and ready for bed again, Danny approached you from behind as you were shutting a dresser drawer, his strong arms tightening around you as he gently swayed you to an inaudible rhythm. Smiling as you overlaid your hands with his, you willfully relaxed back, turning your head into him to take a deep breath. “Hey, handsome.”

This part of existing in the same space again was another blessing. On most of those lonely nights, you simply wished for him to be there to hold you, for his weight to create the familiar dip in the mattress that, when absent, made you feel like you were sleeping off-kilter. But on some nights…just being in the same time zone to hear his voice rumble through the line and talk you through your loneliness would have been enough.

“Hello, beautiful,” he murmured in your ear, holding you flush against him. 

You were so close that you felt the slight tension in his abdomen that he held when he was a little nervous about something. Squeezing him where you held his forearms, you craned your head to look at him softly. “Is everything alright?”

He didn’t hesitate before nodding. “Yeah…yeah, I was just– I was wondering if maybe you’d be up to try something a little different tonight.”

Already assuming that he meant in bed, all of the filthy possibilities that sprang up in your mind dried your throat out and redistributed the wetness to another part of your body. Nodding enthusiastically, you turned around, cupping Danny’s jaw in your hands as you smiled and teased, “Of course, baby. But, I have to know…my dirty boy didn’t make the TSA agents rummage through chains and whips, did he?”

Danny rolled his eyes playfully, clicking his tongue as he answered, “Damn, you caught me. I knew the rattling in my suitcase would give me away when I got home.”

You laughed and leaned in to kiss him, your lips lingering much longer than you had intended them to. By the time you took them back, Danny’s wide palms were already splayed against your back and inching underneath your pajama top, which you had been fully aware would be taken off immediately when you’d slipped it on, but the act of undressing each other in these early homestay days never got old. “Well, with the way I attacked you as soon as you’d set foot in the doorframe, you could have had a siren going off in there and I wouldn’t have noticed.”

Danny nipped at your cheekbone and led you back towards the bed. “It’s an attack I’ll never grow tired of, believe me.”

Letting Danny scoot you both up towards the bed frame, you trailed a fingertip through the thatch of chest hair he’d been growing, thinking about moving to straddle him fully but deciding the muscle of his thigh was a very nice pressure point for you. “Well, if it’s not chains and whips, what is this new thing, then? You’ve got my full attention.”

“Um…” Danny seemed to grow bashful for a second, and he fiddled with the waistband of your sleep shorts to avoid looking at you. “It’s just something that I– I dunno, found out that I really like this past tour.”

You raised your brows, running through anything glaringly obvious but coming up with nothing, because you’d already watched him jerk himself off (many times, with the help of FaceTime for when you were several states away from each other), and you knew he hadn’t cheated on you. The only other thought that came to mind was anal play, and while the two of you had discussed it before, it wasn’t something he would have begun to experiment with on his own.

“You’ve stumped me.”

Danny put his hand to your hips and used his tour muscle to drag your center up the meat of his thigh and then off. “I’ll show you,” he decided. “Come on– clothes off.”

Giggling at his inability to voice his newfound kink, you did as he said, taking off your own clothes this time and biting your lip when you found Danny laid bare before you after your shirt was gone. The man was far too pretty for his own good, and every time he allowed you to see him like this, you fell more in love. 

“My god, you’re sexy,” you whistled appreciatively, and Danny cracked a grin as he pawed your ass.

“Takes one to know one.” Both of you huffed out a laugh at your cheesy banter, but you soon fell serious as Danny took himself in hand, captivating your full attention. After a few seconds, he met your eyes briefly. “You wanna come and get me wet, pretty baby?” he sighed, his words firmly setting the mood as he tilted his head back to rest on the headboard and he tugged his cock slowly, still dry and frictious. 

“Anything for you.” Instead of reaching for the lube in the nightstand drawer, you stroked the creases of his hips and centered yourself so that you had a bird’s-eye view of his movement before allowing some saliva to drip down.

Bullseye.

Danny hummed gratefully and worked it under his palm, stroking himself to full-mast quickly. Waiting for further direction, you let him touch himself quietly, the slicker sounds of his precum introduced soon after he worked up a firm tug, the skin of his cock pulling with each stroke of his hand. 

“This is what I did,” he said tightly, one leg twitching as he picked up his pace. You began to wonder what this new thing was, but even just watching while he was within your reach was enough to make you reach down and stick your thumb out so that you could grind your clit against it subtly, not wanting to distract Danny from whatever he wanted to do. “Every night, Y/N, I couldn’t help but think about you. I thought I’d be blind by the end of tour.”

You let out a breathless chuckle, trying not to imagine your boyfriend masturbating furiously over the tour bus toilet under the guise of a nightly piss so that the others wouldn’t have to hear anything. He’d admitted before that all four boys knew in the back of their heads that the others were doing the five-finger shuffle on the bus every so often – if only because they themselves were, too – but they’d all chosen to invest in higher-quality privacy curtains that blocked out more noise and had agreed early on that the bluetooth speaker playing sleep sounds stayed on all night for courtesy’s sake.

“Well, we already know that it’s true when they say your other senses heighten when one is taken away. Imagine the fun we could have if you did,” you rasped, unable to keep your eyes off the way his tip peeked through the hole at the top of his fist, his head wet and shiny. In no world were blowjobs the most enticing thing in the world, but Danny somehow made your mouth water every time like a Pavlovian dog.

At this point, you were getting ready to push his hand aside and have your way with him, not willing to wait until he recovered, because that was the direction he was aiming for– at least, from what his body was telling you– but as soon as you decided ‘too much, I need to touch,’ Danny abruptly let himself go and flattened his palm out on the mattress as his toes curled and thighs flexed.

“Oh god,” he hissed, voice cracking as his eyes fluttered closed. The way his dick was jumping said that just a little bit more would have pushed him over the edge, and you were only too happy to get him there. You’d have to specify later what was so new about this, but right now, you had laser focus on your boyfriend’s hard cock, honing in and intending to hear him cry out your name. But, as your hand was reaching for him, Danny peeled his eyes open and caught your wrist, preventing you from obtaining your prize. “No! Wait, wait, if you touch me, I’ll cum.”

You cocked a brow at him and hesitantly shuffled forward. “Yeah, I know. Did…you want to cum inside of me or something?” That could have been what he was talking about, since it was something you’d only just begun letting him do more now that you were on a new form of birth control.

But he shook his head again, even as his dick twitched at the offer. “No. I don’t…want to cum yet. I actually wanna do it again.”

Finally, it clicked, and you could have kicked yourself for being so oblivious. Edging. He’d figured out that he liked to edge himself on tour.

You met his eyes, heavy with his lust and now with yours as well, and you knew that he could see the understanding. With a big breath at your silent, encouraging nod, Danny took himself back in hand and started to pump once more.

“Here, let me make it a little easier.” As you leaned forward as you had before, you slid your hands further up his thighs, so close to his groin that his right hand hit your wrist on every downstroke. 

He groaned as your spit hit the head of his cock again. “Thanks, baby,” he croaked.

While you were sorely tempted to join him and begin touching yourself, you wanted this to be about him, since Danny obviously had an idea of how he wanted the night to go down. So, you stayed glued to him, but let him direct the scene, which was all entirely fine by you. That meant you were free to appreciate him – the way he blinked rapidly in an attempt to keep his eyes open, the way he took in sharp breaths when he began climbing up the ledge again, the scrunch of his knee, as if his entire body was trying to protect itself from the impending denial.

It was less abrupt this time. Danny didn’t seem to be at his peak when he stopped stroking himself, but he gulped and fixed you with his eyes, pupils so dark and dilated that you felt the call of the void to fall into them and never come out. “Want a turn?” he rumbled, voice deep and gritty with arousal.

“Hell yes,” you answered quickly, moving in to kiss him fervently before scooting in closer and placing a hand high on his thigh, scraping lightly with your nails and watching him shudder beneath your touch. “I’ve done this enough that I have faith in my ability to know when you’re close,” you told him with a small smile as you laid out your plan for Danny’s approval. You wanted him to have the greatest edging experience of his life, if that was what he wanted – he deserved everything, and you were willing to spoil him often because he did the same to you. “But do you still want to be the one to tell me when to stop? Think you can handle that?”

Danny groaned lowly, squeezing his eyes shut to ward off any premature notions his body might have entertained at the thought that this was real and happening and it was you doing it instead of himself. At least, that’s what you assumed, because you were feeling the exact same way.

“Yeah, I think I can do that,” he agreed breathlessly. “You can go ahead and start touching me; I’m good for now.” 

God, that was an understatement. He was phenomenal. Hard and thick in your hand when you gave him one last kiss and then wrapped your fingers around him, his pronounced ridge glided along your palm as you stroked him – up, down, up, twist, thumb across his slit. Danny looked so serene as you pumped his cock in your hand, his fingers flexing against the sheets and his ragged breaths the only indicators that you were jerking him off until you leaned closer to him, running your fingers up his midsection and chest lovingly.

You hummed, feeling warm skin, tense muscle, and eventually goosebumps as you stroked across his shoulder and down his arm. The double, rather paradoxical sensations sent Danny’s hips careening in your touch, the tip of his dick peeking from the space in your fist, which was drying out at an alarming rate, and with such a dry mouth as you had, you didn’t have much spit left to give. 

“Baby,” you said softly, loosening up your grip, “I’m gonna grab the lube, okay?” 

Danny nodded, watching you stretch to the nightstand drawer to retrieve the tube you two kept there. As you slicked your fist up with the substance, he lazily ran his thumb up his cock, stroking lightly just underneath the head. 

You tilted your head as you used one hand to stabilize yourself and help get you back to your spot at his side, where he took his hand away so that you could give him a quick stroke up to coat his skin. “How did you figure out you like this?” you asked softly, a small quirk of your lips playing at the corners of your mouth as he reacted to your subtle start – a harder, faster pace than you’d previously been stroking him with.

Danny’s jaw twitched, but you watched as he consciously relaxed most of his body. “I told you – felt like I was jerking off more nights than not, and then, one night, I just…didn’t want to stop thinking about you. Every night that I thought about you while I got myself off, I didn’t want to stop,” he sighed, gently rolling his hips into you again. With the way his dick kept twitching and leaking every so often, you were anticipating his breathy, ‘stop,’ any second now. “Just when I thought I was getting to the good part of the fantasy, you’d do something even better, and I didn’t want it to end.” His voice was strained and his words were fast, as if he were trying to squeeze them out before a timer went off and his window to tell you evaporated.

Keeping the pace up, you bent down to roll your tongue over his nipple before looking up at him. “Am I doing ‘fantasy me’ justice?”

Instead of using his words, Danny’s stomach clenched and he shot up, tightly grabbing your wrist and halting all movement as his face screwed up and he fought with his own body not to fuck into your hand again. “Yes! Yes, I– shit–shit, I was…that was close,” he said tightly, trying to reign himself in. 

You knew that, and you’d have taken him across the finish line if he hadn’t backtracked right at the last moment.

Once your hand was a safe distance away from him, Danny flopped back onto the pillows and blew out a shaky breath. “I don’t think I have enough imagination to think up a fantasy that could be better than having you here,” he said, taking your non-lubed up hand in his.

You snorted gently, blushing in the low light of the lamps, but still affectionately said, “You big cheeseball.”

Mesmerized with the way his stomach tensed and his chest heaved with his little chuckle, you put your mouth to his skin and hummed all the way up his throat, finally able to mark it up without him texting you that the makeup team harumphed at him again because of it. Danny quickly pulled your mouth to his, drinking from you desperately, and fumbled for your hand, wrapping his around when he found it, and brought both of you back to his cock, apparently already rearing to be touched once more. 

“Together this time,” he murmured against your lips. 

To you, there was no losing, no matter which way you did it. But this way, you still felt the warm, velvety skin of his dick in your hand along with his own firm palm guiding you up and down again all while trading wet, hot, open-mouthed kisses and listening to Danny’s breath hitch and catch. It was an interesting change – it faintly registered in your foggy mind that feeling Danny’s own pace and rhythm was a learning opportunity, but you were far too distracted to actually learn anything.

Even under his complementary grip, you had your free will to do anything you wanted, and you took advantage of that after a few minutes, tightening your grip and making his thighs contract unconsciously as you pulled at him for one rough stroke.

“God, baby,” he hissed between clenched teeth, brows pulled in and eyes shut tight at your rough handling of precious goods. “Oh fuck…fuck, Y/N, you gotta warn me next time.”

“Mm. I know you can take it, don’t lie to me,” you teased. You had an intimate knowledge of Danny’s kinks and limits, including that he liked it just a tad bit rough sometimes, and you highly suspected the only reason he was chastising you was because he didn’t want the game to be over quite yet.

He let out what was more of a wheeze as you kept pumping your hand up and down his cock, still steadily leaking as he got closer. You switched to a flat-handed rub that allowed your fingertips to trace and tickle the sensitive skin of his balls, and he was soon squirming and kicking, pushing shakily at your hand. “Stop! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna– I’m…” his babble petered out into a low, tortured groan as you gave him reprieve from your touch, and he was left with nothing.

“Do you want to keep going?” you asked softly, wanting to check in on how he was feeling. He looked painfully hard right now, and you’d never seen his cock move so much on its own, jumping around on his stomach and leaving sticky trails of lube and precum that dotted the neat line of hair there. The rest of his body was rather shiny, as well, a light sheen of sweat reflecting dully in the lamplight and making him glow beautifully. 

This was hot – so hot – but the last thing you wanted to do was push him past his limits. Sadism wasn’t something you were particularly keen on, and the way his hand shook slightly as he groped for any part of your body that he could reach sure began to feel like it. You were hungry for his release – salivating over it now that it was being denied.

Danny finally caught your forearm, and stroked his thumb across it just to feel your skin under his. “Fuck, yes. This is the hottest thing and I’m not quite done with it yet,” he promised, both to you and himself. “Slowly now.” At his command, you returned your hand to his dick, but you only glided down his shaft once before he tensed and flinched away. “Wait–” You stopped in your tracks and shifted your eyes from your hand to his eyes, brows raised expectantly. He sluggishly blinked his own open and sheepishly huffed, “My bad, I…wasn’t as ready as I thought I was.”

His admission made you clench, mind wandering to what would have happened if you would have kept stroking him once, twice, three more times before you registered his time-out – the way his eyes would have scrunched shut, and his tongue would have peeked out from between his teeth, and his hips would have bucked, your name on his lips between each desperate, choked moan as he came, hot and viscous, across your hand and himself because he couldn’t stop it–

“Okay, I think I’m ready this time. Slow. Very slow.”

Realizing that you’d been staring blankly at his lips while you got ahead of yourself, Danny’s words shook you out of the daydream, returning you to the present where Danny was waiting for you to lavish him with attention again.

“Like this?” you asked demurely, teasingly dragging your fingertips up his shaft at a snail’s pace. Danny’s expression twitched, and you could feel a twitch from his dick that echoed it. “This slow enough? Light enough? Come on, Danny, tell me how you want it,” you implored, wanting him to lose it – you wanted him to grip your hand and keep it there as he fucked into your fist to completion, wanted him to bat it out of the way so that he could sloppily finish himself off, wanted him to beg you to bring him past his peak or take it forcefully.

Danny took a deep, grounding breath, and recollected himself despite your instigations, though, and met your heavy gaze with his own. How he was coherent at this point, you weren’t sure – had it been you in his situation, you were certain that you’d have been begging for release before this point, but…perhaps that was a hypothesis to be explored later.

“You want me to tell you? I thought you said you’d know,” he answered languidly, still fighting to retain his composure just as he was fighting to retain his pleasure. “But I can, if that’s what you want.” He hummed and wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, tugging you down for another deep kiss before lowly murmuring into your ear, “God knows you’ve entertained me enough tonight. Don’t move your hand until I tell you to, this time. You can have your power back after that, you megalomaniac.”

The tables had flipped so suddenly, but it didn’t stop you from wiggling down to place a quick kiss on his sternum, looking up at him from behind your lashes and saying, “You go on tour with the Kiszkas and come back a thesaurus, huh?”

Danny quirked his lips up lightly, but he wasn’t about to let the moment fade. “Worry about that later; wrap that pretty little fist around me now, Y/N. I can only take so much teasing.”

His double-entendre would have made you laugh if you weren’t busy doing what he said, wondering if he would really let you take over completely the next time. All you had to do was edge him once more, and then you might have a shot at your prize. “My apologies,” you murmured, “let me make it up to you.”

Danny settled back into the cushions and watched you wait. “Thank you,” he said, cheek present even under the thick layer of gritty lust and desire. “Now be a good girl and stroke me.” 

“Of course, rockstar.” You gave him one pump up to the tip of his cock, and then a twist back down, but that was all. Danny’s eyes fluttered closed.

“Stroke.”

Again, the same way. You saw his hips twitch and gave him another stroke without prompt, but he peeked his eyes open to glare at you, so you swallowed your smile and let your hand rest loose at his base. 

“Stroke.” This time, you revisited that proclivity for a bit of rough treatment, and squeezed a bit harder when your fist enclosed his tip, and he grunted as you backed off and went back down to sit and wait. “Again, Y/N– just like that...uh-huh.” 

His pleasure came out in a hiccup as you gave him another tight stroke and then squeezed lightly at his base, feeling his balls contract against your pinkie. 

“Stroke.” 

His voice was constricted, and you could tell he wanted more. It must have been hell, creeping along like he was and only getting one stroke at a time – it certainly made you reconsider whether sadism and masochism had a place in your bedroom if Danny really liked it this much. His face was scrunched up in pleasure and desperation as you gave him another stroke, and as you brought your hand back down his shaft, he bucked up into your grasp and stilled as another bead of precum appeared at his tip.

You thought that would be it, but apparently, Danny was looking to push his boundaries this time. “Stroke.”

Half-expecting him to erupt in your hand, you did as you were told, and Danny just about nearly whimpered at your touch .

“Stop,” he said, his voice not as strong this time and quivering slightly at the end. 

It wouldn’t be long now. Each time, his recovery period had been getting longer and the time your hand actually spent on his dick, shorter. He was approaching his orgasm faster and faster, as if his body was revolting against the treatment and attempting to overthrow his wishes, and you were confident that he would willingly go over the edge this time.

His heart was nearly beating out of his chest when you placed your palm to it a minute later, and you knocked your forehead against his, as sweaty as he was. “About done, or do you wanna take it further?” He swallowed harshly and hesitated, and your own heartbeat picked up in excitement. 

“Couple more.”

You kissed him and began dragging your body down his. “I’m gonna use my mouth this time. Do you think you can handle that, baby?”

Danny chased your lips and watched heavily as you settled between his legs, adoration shining in his gaze. “I can handle you. Give me your worst.”

With a smirk at his challenge, you gently pulled the skin of his balls between your lips, laving your tongue over the area before letting it pop out. You followed the move with a quick shot upwards, sucking your boyfriend’s cock down in one fell swoop.

Danny hissed above you, big hand coming to rest on the back of your head as you bobbed, fast and mercilessly. “Fuck me, I knew I shouldn’t have – ah– said that,” he grunted, gently taking your head between his palms in a silent request. You slowed to a stop, acquiescing to his desire, and he braced himself on the bed before gently fucking himself into your mouth, breathing heavily and letting a stream of curses and praises tumble from his mouth with every exhale.

“Goddamn, baby– you’re so, so good to me. Such a good girl for me and– ah…got the best fucking mouth I’ve ever had–” He twitched violently between your lips, so hard it engaged your gag reflex, and he quickly pulled you off of him.

Your eyes were still watering as you watched him clutch his spit-shined erection in his hand with a vice grip, trying to simulate a cock-ring to not allow himself to cum just yet – but he had to be close to breaking.

“Jesus Christ, Danny,” you panted, leaning over his groin to avoid hitting anything too volatile. You took his other hand and shoved it between your legs, pressing his fingers through the mess there without regard to how his body would react. He groaned shakily and tightened his grip on his cock even more, sinking two fingers into you since they were already there. “Your resolve is unreal.”

He looked at you with hooded, hazy eyes, distractedly glancing down to where he was drawing out explicitly wet noises from you. “Not anymore. Take me all the way, baby.”

Your chest swelled with euphoria with his permission and you kissed him, dragging your tongue across his for a second before pulling away. “I was starting to think that I was going to spontaneously finish before you would let yourself cum..”

“Yeah?” Danny asked, crooking his fingers inside of you to make sure you knew that if you were going to cum, it wouldn’t be spontaneous. “You need some lovin’ too, pretty baby, don’t ya?” He bit his lip and guided his hand with you when you straddled his legs so that they could remain tucking inside, not knowing what you were going to finish him off with. “What about this? Think you might wanna be next?” His words were lazy and he was leaving off parts of his sentences in favor of taking deep breaths.

Your teeth clamped together to hold back a rather embarrassing mewl as his thumb danced around your clit lightly, tickling it just enough to have your hips chasing after his touch but not enough to give you any real relief. It just pushed you higher, made you wetter, and gave you more reason to make Danny cum within an inch of his sanity now.

Gripping his wrist and pulling away from his torturous touch, you guided it up to his mouth where he slipped his two fingers between his lips. “Like it?” Danny gazed expectantly at you as he sucked harshly on your digits, making sure they were all clean when you pulled them away. “God, rockstar, I can’t believe we never tried this sooner.”

Danny’s cock twitched against his stomach, and you had to stop yourself from answering its call. Looking back to Danny’s face, he had his gaze fixated on you, eyelids fluttering yet trained on you still. “You or me?”

“Both,” you answered lowly. “I think you’d have fun torturing me like this.”

Danny closed his eyes and let out a breathy grunt, deep from the back of his throat. “Then that makes two of us.”

That, however, was a discussion for another night. Right now, you had a different mission, and you slid your hand down the expanse of his heaving chest and stomach, your thumb grazing the line of his oblique that led down to your prize before taking him lightly in hand and rubbing a thumb just underneath the head to watch him tense up and squirm. “How do you wanna cum, Danny? This is your night.”

He wasted no time in answering, having already known what he wanted. “I want you to choose. Surprise me.”

You bit your lip, mulling over the options you had at hand. Quite literally, since Danny had gingerly relinquished his cock to your mercy. You could watch him as you brought him to the edge with your hand but, this time, take him over. Or, you could pin his hips to the bed and tell him not to move this time while you tasted his relief. Maybe he’d appreciate being nestled between your lips, helping you grind on him like you were teenagers until he made a mess all over your belly and his.

You wanted to do it all. God, you wanted to, but the last remaining option was just too damn tempting with how your body wept to be filled. “It might be fun,” you murmured, mostly to yourself as you slid up into his lap and listened to Danny gasp as your wet cunt finally came into contact with his dick, “wouldn’t take much at all, actually, to line you up, slide you in nice and slow, snug and safe inside of me, if only for a second…”

“Y/N,” Danny bleated, his cock quickly becoming wetter with his precum, a sure sign of impending release. He never said anything else, though, and you wondered if he knew whether he was begging for release or begging you to not to make him cum just like this, sitting so close to your body, where he desperately wanted to take his relief.

“I could watch you fall apart like that,” you said, snapping your fingers as you gripped the base of his dick in your hand. Your pinky was able to reach down and stroke the side of his balls, and you swallowed heavily, another wave of arousal making you even wetter as you felt just how firm and heavy they were. 

He was so damn close, and holding the power was once again making you reconsider your thoughts on sadism of the pleasurable kind.

Just to heighten the anticipation, you lifted your leg over one of his and took your weight off of his hips, instead opting to press your core to the meat of his thigh and begin to ride it like you would his cock. Immediately, his hand found your hip, pushing and pulling in tandem to get you a better rhythm. “I could straddle you,” you whispered in his ear, finding pleasure in the friction to your clit. “Get you nice and wet, then warm you up. And you could cum inside me. Do you want to cum like that?”

Danny let out a broken moan. “Yes, Y/N, please. I can’t– my brain is barely functioning right now, I need to cum.”

Just talking about it made your pussy ache. Like a phantom with Danny’s cock had come up behind you, you could practically feel the stretch, the shared warmth between the two of you, the dull pressure of your walls attempting to close around him and keep him there forever.

You fished for his hand on your hip and led it down to where you were furiously getting off on your previous choice of skin and placed his fingers just where you needed them, using him to climb up to your own peak while holding Danny steady in your hand. You did want to cum together. But you were going to need a little bit of help to get as close as you knew he was.

“Atta girl,” Danny praised, voice shaky and soft, yet uncomplaining about his own denial. “Use me however you want to. Just– fuck, baby, just make me cum with you.”

“Close your eyes, then,” you huffed, becoming out of breath from the work you were putting in. After months away, physical sex was much more tiring than using your toys, but you and Danny were training hard to increase your stamina. Hard and often, these days.

He did as you asked, and right as you felt like everything balled up inside of you was going to explode, you made good on your words and threw your other leg over him, not giving any warning before you sank down on him and continued your ride with just as much intensity, pace unfaltering even as he cried out in surprise and fucked up into you. 

Danny’s eyes flew open, and you whined pitifully as his body took over at the sudden constriction of heat and wetness, bruising your hips in his grip and using his planted feet to crush your hips together each time you came down. 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god– fuck!” he yelled, head thrown back into the pillows as his back arched and he held you down with all of the strength left in his body, making sure you wouldn’t get away as he pumped himself once more into you. 

You felt it all – the warmth flooding into your body, each burst seeming like it would never end; you’d be just as happy watching Danny’s face contort as it was forever, but your own orgasm took precedence over keeping your eyes open enough to see the show. “Danny, Danny–” His name was cut off by mewls and yips and a case of the shakes that slapped your thighs against his as your muscles contracted and milked Danny for all he was worth.

When all was said and done, and you were still poised on locked elbows looming over Danny as he soothingly ran his hands over the curves of your hips and waist and belly as you both caught your breath in relative silence, breathing soft nothings into the space between you.

“I love you.”

“So good to me.”

“You’re incredible.”

“I’m so glad you’re home so that we could do that in person,” you whispered into his neck, having finally lowered yourself for more skin contact.

Danny tightened his arms, wrapped and tangled like tentacles around you. “I’m glad that I am, too,” he whispered back into your hair. “It’s my favorite place to be. Right here.”

You giggled. “Inside of me?”

His lips curved up against your temple and one of his hands reached down to grope your ass, unintentionally pushing you against him where he was still buried. “I mean…that too. Let me be romantic, will you?”

Sighing contentedly, you brought your hand up to the back of his head, gently rubbing a spot at the base of his skull that you knew made him purr like a kitten. You just wanted your hands on him, keeping him within your reach now that you could have him there. 

“Alright, alright.” Knowing that he needed it too, you shifted to allow your hand to join your other at the back of his head, gazing lovingly down at him. He had hooded eyes, belying his sleepiness, but it didn’t stop him from smiling up at you softly, humming when you gave him an eskimo kiss before resting your forehead against his. “You’re my favorite place, too, you know,” you said, just in case he needed to be reminded again. “And I’m really, really, glad that you’re home.”

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☾ JACOB THOMAS THURSDAY ☽

hat jake is so cute guys i’m gonna cry 💙

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Beautiful Boy | Josh Kiszka

Josh Kiszka x F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, 18+ Allusions to Sex, Groping (Let me know if I miss any)

Word Count: 1.1k

Author’s Note: Honestly nothing crazy. This is just a little blurb I threw together after hearing that JOSH WAS WEARING EYELINER FOR THE HAMBURG SHOW! If he wears eyeliner for the next US leg, catch me dying in the pit for Pitt and Grand Rapids…

The next leg of the mighty Starcatcher World Tour has begun. Another month of endless traveling, soundchecks, interviews and shows. You loved the lifestyle you had adjusted too after agreeing to be Josh’s girlfriend 3 years ago. You knew what you were signing up for, and you never looked back. As long as you were beside him that’s all that mattered.

Josh showed you what it was like to love and be loved. He was the embodiment of love within itself. When you first met him you had only been newly single for a few months after a bad breakup. But when the two of you met one night at a small venue show, you hit it off immediately. Hangouts turned into dates, dates turned into nights tangled in each other's sheets. Then not too long after Josh was asking you to move in with him.

Josh had been thrilled when you agreed to move in, and said he was lonely in the mountains. And to say it wasn’t a dream to live in the mountains with the person you love most. You constantly thought your life was a dream and you constantly would pinch yourself for your own reassurance.

But when Josh had asked you to quit your day job and come on tour with him, you were absolutely hesitant. You had never left home, let alone left the country! But he was adamant that you came along as he would miss you too much, and how there was so much to see out in the world. And he wasn’t wrong.

In the span of 6 months you had seen more of the world than you had in the span of your own lifetime.

When you were on tour you had started to help out with the guys to get ready for their shows. Adjusting their outfits, fixing up Josh’s and Danny’s rhinestones. Even helping Jake adjust the sleeves to his suit jacket. Dreams In Gold was chaotic and thrilling. But when the guys were ready to announce Starcatcher, Josh had started to get more creative with his rhinestones and makeup for the shows.

When Starcatcher had finally been given to the world, the very first show Josh had you there applying his makeup and rhinestones. He was so nervous to be up on stage, as he always did get nervous before shows. But because a new era had begun and he was unsure if the fans would react well to it.

Jake had started to experience more with eyeliner for his stage presence. Whereas Josh, Danny and Sam wore eyeshadow and rhinestones for their presence.

Josh had been contemplating wearing eyeliner, but wasn’t sure he would look right with it. But Josh looked good no matter what, you were positive that if he came out covered in grease and dirt he’d still be the most attractive man you ever laid your eyes on.

“Do you think the eyeliner will look okay…” He paced around the dressing room.

“Josh, baby… You look absolutely stunning with the eyeshadow and rhinestones. Why would you think the eyeliner won’t look good?” You pulled out the waterline eyeliner out of the makeup bag.

“Will it be too much?” He kept pacing around. You stood up from where you were sitting, walking over to Josh you stopped him in his tracks kissing his lips softly.

He relaxed in your touch, kissing you back softly. Pulling away slowly, you cupped his face in your hands staring into his eyes.

“You worry too much… and besides if I remember correctly. Didn’t you say ‘Fuck fear’?” You giggled softly, pulling him over to sit back in the chair across form the one you sat in not too long ago.

“I did, didn’t I…”

You nodded, grabbing the eyeliner pencil and removing the cap. You grabbed his face gently, careful to not ruin the work you had finished a couple minutes ago.

“Now, just relax Joshy. It will take two minutes and then you can look in the mirror and see for yourself how good you look.” You kissed the tip of his nose, earning a grin and rosy tinted cheeks from him.

You held his face gently, using the eyeliner pencil to apply the black makeup to his waterline gently. He handled it like a pro, but he had let you experience a ton of makeup looks on him. He was such a good model for you.

After the two minutes of applying it to both eyes, you pulled away smiling contently at the final look. You grabbed the mirror and handed it to him.

“All done…”

He grabbed the mirror turning it to face him, he looked in amazement. The pop that the eyeliner did for his beautiful brown honey eyes and the way the liner complimented the silver eyeshadow. He was in shock.

“Wow… mama. You are god sent.” He chuckled softly, checking himself out in the mirror before setting it down. He pulled you into his lap.

“You are my beautiful boy…” You giggled softly cupping his face into your hands kissing him softly. He hummed against your lips, pulling your hips down and grinding into you.

You gasped slightly as you could feel him hardening beneath you.

“Joshua, we don’t have enough time…” You giggled softly as he peppered kisses along your neck.

“Mama… we have plenty of time.” He started to grab your ass, rubbing it softly before giving it a swift crack that made you yelp, but soothing it afterwards.

“No we don’t! The last time we got tangled up in the dressing room you were late to the stage for the curtain drop!” You smacked his shoulder softly.

“Yeah… Daniel will never let me live that down.” He chuckled softly.

“However… if you’re a good boy tonight. Perhaps afterwards you get rewarded.” You said in a sultry tone against the shell of his ear, licking and nibbling softly. Eliciting a moan from his lips to fall.

“You are going to be the death of me woman…” He chuckled softly.

You giggled standing up from his lap, as he started to readjust his new jumpsuit. A velvet silver jumpsuit that adorned his body well. And the jacket sitting on the hanger he pulled off that had been very similar to Jake’s.

“You look absolutely beautiful…” You blushed, helping him adjust his suit.

“Well with your help of course.” He kissed your cheek softly, before grabbing your ass again.

He started to whisper in your ear, “Just don’t forget who is in charge here though…” He said in a low register tone voice, which sent heat to your core. You were sure your panties were ruined by the arousal that pooled there.

“Good luck baby…” You tapped his ass softly, as you ushered him out to get mic'd up.

“I will see you back in the hotel room tonight, mama…” He smirked softly before getting mic’d up and hitting the stage.

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Anything For You - Chapter 17 Part 1

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: KISSIN AND SMOOCHIN, language, allusions to sex (erections? The word “horny”?), I think that’s it

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NOTE: since chapter 14, I haven’t been able to edit these posts. I’ll make changes and then it won’t save, giving me an error message. I would LOVE if someone could help with this so you’re not getting shitty work when I wake up the next day and see my mistakes. I am BEGGING you.

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“You know I … somewhat support you being on good terms with Jake, but what on earth are you two doing that you couldn’t come home for two nights?” Josh asks, shimmying his white satin pants on as you lounge on his dressing room couch. He turns around to face you, buttoning the pants. “Because it’s … not sex?”

You laugh at his confused face. “No, not sex. But also, have you seen where he’s staying? Fuck ass-”

“It’s a fucking barn.” Josh answers, looking bewildered.

“Yeah, exactly. Tiny as shit.”

“You’re ignoring my question.” You can hear his unspoken “bitch” as he continues getting ready. “Are you okay over there?”

You shrug, both hands on your belly. You spent another night with Jake, wrapped in his arms with his little snores in your face. You spent an incredible amount of time just tracing his nose, his eyebrows, his cheeks, those divots under his eyes. He slept through it, his warm body melted into yours, so relaxed. So safe. Still no kisses, still no relief from your aching need, but being back with him … your brain quieted down for a moment.

Today was their first Nashville show, the first of the tour, and you met Josh at the stadium a few hours after Jake got there, wanting to spend time with him before he too left for a while.

You didn’t want to face how anxious you were about being alone.

“Just talking.” You replied, eyes on the ceiling.

Josh makes a noise of disbelief. “Is he behaving himself?”

Your mind wanders back to the bottles in his sink that first time you went to his little Airbnb. You never did get an answer on those and you tried not to think about it.

“He is.”

“Is he?” Josh pushes, his eyes shut as his sequins are applied. “Because you cannot imagine the fury I still hold for that fuck.”

You chuckle, nodding. “Yes. He’s quite the gentleman when he’s sober.”

Josh’s lips pinch into a line, a hum of noncommitment. “I’ll keep an eye on him.”

“Thank you.” You breathe out, suddenly aware of the belly under your hands. Josh seems to be too, peeking one eye open and looking over at you with a smile. He’s careful not to get stabbed with tweezers.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.” He goes back to eyes closed, focused on makeup application that he has no hand in. “Just like I thought you would be.”

You scoff, waving him away. You arrived with your hair done, but in sweatpants and a shirt from their merch. You knew you would change later and didn’t want to be so early and in uncomfortable clothes. It was also nice that your loose outfit hid enough for people to look at you questioningly but not know with absolute certainty if you were pregnant. Many of their tech and road team knew you, but you didn’t need the attention of the new folks.

“I feel shitty.” You reply, sighing as you sit up. “Lookin’ pretty shit too. But thank you.”

“Fuck off.” He groans, flipping you off. “Dickhead. I’m not entertaining your bullshit today. I’m the star.”

You laugh, glossing over his intent and focusing on his humor. “You sure about that? Jake seemed pretty intent on being the star tonight.”

“He can try all he wants but I’m the prettiest one on that fuckin’ stage. Rackin’ bitches, babe. He can’t touch this.” He flips his hand dramatically, giving a kind smile to the woman who finishes his makeup. He spins toward you, leaning back against a table with all his stuff on it. “Will you be backstage? Or what are you doing?”

You nod, standing. “Yes, yeah. Whatever ‘backstage’ is for your stage.”

“Oh that’s right, you didn’t go to much of the last tour.” Josh hums. “Well, a lot has changed. Including you.” He gestures toward you. “Don’t you hate being back there? I distinctly remember you refusing anything but side stage.”

You purse your lips, ready for how stupid you’re about to sound. “Jake asked me to be backstage.”

“Why?” Josh’s reply is immediate.

“I don’t know.”

“Bullshit.”

“Agreed.”

“No, you’re bullshit.”

“Rude.”

He just stares at you, waiting for another answer.

You roll your eyes. “He said he wanted to know where I was.”

“He can do that when you’re side stage.” His eyebrow quirks up.

“And maybe he said he wanted to see me closer, I don’t know.” You mumble, looking away.

“Speak up.” He chastises, going to slip on his shoes.

“No.”

“Tell me what you’re getting at or I’ll make your baby call me something fucking stupid.”

You throw your head back in laughter at this, earning a smirk from him.

“I don’t know!” You throw your hands up in defeat. “I just know I wanted to be here.”

“For him.” Josh amends.

You shrug wildly. “Maybe!”

“Mhmm.” Josh hums through pursed lips, flicking you away with his hand. “Go find him. I have to finish warming up.”

Before you go, you come up behind him and pull him into a hug. He chuckles, turning so he can hold you too. You bury your face in his neck and he sways as you squeeze your arms around his torso.

“It’s nice to see you like this, Y/N.” Josh mutters into your hair.

You can feel tears welling up behind your eyes somehow and you groan, pushing him away. “Whatever. Fuck off.”

He bids you goodbye and you set off down the hall to find Jake’s room. It’s not hard to find given it’s the only one with a closed door and no one lingering in the doorway. Sam and Danny embrace their fratty selves and party as they get ready for shows. Jake, from your limited experience, needs complete solitude.

You creep up to his door and knock quietly. He yells a muffled “c’m’in” and you open the heavy thing slowly, not wanting to interrupt his process. You catch him adjusting his suit by the lapels, watching himself in the mirror. Three cans of beer sit on his vanity, untouched. You step in so he can see you, his eyes finding you in the mirror immediately.

“Hi,” You wave sheepishly, ears pinking with embarrassment for the flood of emotions you feel when you see him. Contentment. Home.

Jake rushes over and wraps you into a hug so fierce you both spin on the spot from the force. You quickly wrap your arms around him too, some sort of juvenile safety filling the room on contact, a sigh leaving Jake, his arm crawling up to wrap around your head and pull you even closer.

“I missed you.” Jake breathes, mumbled into your hair.

“I saw you this morning.” You laugh quietly, bunching the back of his suit in your hands. Closer closer closer.

“I know.” He replies, bending down to lift you so your legs wrap around his waist. He meets your shriek with a smile as he sets you on his vanity, the light behind you making him look so angelic. He smiles at you for just a moment before he hugs you again. It’s vulnerable, the way he holds you. He’s under no impression that he’s giving you something - he’s asking for that something. The way he melts into you is reminiscent of how he felt last night, and you wrap your arms around his neck and let him lean against you as he pulls you closer by your waist. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You admit, carding a hand through his hair. Now you have to stop yourself from crying, thinking about him leaving after his show tomorrow.

“I can’t do it.” Jake mutters, a shuddering breath racking his ribs. “I can’t.”

You move so he’s looking at you, his lips downturned against his will, a crease between his brows. “Do what?”

He fights the shaking of his voice, one hand leaving your waist to cradle your belly. He just watches his hand for a moment, thumb swiping soothing semi-circles over your clothed skin. “I can’t go out there. I’m not ready. I don’t know why I thought I could handle this.”

Now it’s your turn to pull him closer by his waist until he’s comfortably between your legs. It’s an honor that he’s showing you this … but you feel like you can truly do fuck all to help him. And you feel helpless. “No one is more capable of this than you are, Jake.”

He shakes his head, sighing heavily as his forehead comes down to your shoulder. “I’m not ready.”

“You are.” You state, brushing his hair from his cheeks where it’s fallen. He groans and you smile, wrapping your legs around him so he’s even closer. He can’t ever be close enough. Wrapped in your embrace, both of his hands find your belly. Just like last night. “You were born for this. There’s simply no other option than greatness to flow from you.”

Jake chuckles, somewhat self-deprecating. “I promised too much.”

“Impossible.”

“Can we just go home?” He asks, voice small. “I don’t want to be here.”

“Yes you do.” You correct, pinching his hip and earning another chuckle as he winces away.

“We could go to the hotel now.” He offers in a sing-song voice, straightening and resting his forehead on yours. You move his hair again, his eyes flickering to your lips. “Just us. Leave those fuckers to figure this out alone.”

You laugh softly, tightening your thighs on the plush give of his waist. One of his hands falls to your thigh, holding you there. “How is a hotel more exciting than seeing you perform?”

He quirks a brow, a hesitant smile gracing his beautiful face. “You find me exciting?”

You shake your head, mouthing “no” and making him smile bigger. Softer.

“You’re more exciting.” He continues. “Please.”

“Jacob.” You say, tone chastising. “I’m not going to the hotel with you right now. You have thousands of people who could not be more excited to see you.”

“But I only want to see you.” He whines, kissing under both of your eyes. His voice drops to a whisper when he continues. “And I want to see you tonight.”

“You will.” You reply, puzzled. “I said I’d stay with you.”

“No.” He corrects, his hands moving to your ass and sliding you close. You can’t help your sigh at the closeness of his pelvis and yours. You’re never not horny around him. Jake smirks, placing another kiss to your jaw. “I had certain plans in mind.”

“Huh?” You ask, a hand coming to the back of his neck. “Like what?”

“Mmm,” He hums, fake thought, nipping your chin. “Like putting that big ass bed to good use.”

“Oh.” You note, eyes going wide, your insides suddenly and completely melting. “Like- … like-“

His lips brush over yours as he finishes your thought. “Like I need to fuck you. If you’ll have me.”

Your breath is immediately ragged, the abstinence catching up with you. “How so?”

Jake chuckles, a kiss on the corner of your lips that you keep yourself from chasing. “You get whatever you want, honey girl. It’s up to you.”

You can’t help the groan that rolls from you. “Really? Are you sure?”

“Oh I love how desperate you sound right now.” Jake whispers and you feel him harden between your legs. “I’m very sure.”

“Oh.” You breathe, feeling like your world is slowly dwindling down to you and him and this embrace and nothing else. “Are you sure you don’t want to right now?”

“I’m very sure.” He kisses the other corner of your lips and you sigh. “You deserve better than that.”

You groan, chasing his lips again as he pulls away. This time, instead of retreating, Jake’s mind changes in an instant and he leans back in and kisses you. Soft. Welcoming. His clammy hands on your cheeks. The controlled force of the rush back to you has you leaning back on your hands to accept him closer, closer, closer.

The sigh that leaves you both is a breath you’ve been holding for months.

You could cry from relief, finally tasting his sweet mouth again on yours. While his kiss is close-lipped, patient, you quickly lean back up and grab his face, pulling him closer as an invitation to go deeper. He pulls away just enough for you to bite his lower lip and tug. It’s obvious he’s trying to control himself when he comes back, his tongue lathing over your lower lip and pulling a sigh from you.

“I missed this so much.” You whisper against his lips. “I missed you.”

“I could tell.” Jake smirks, a lazy smile on his face. He pecks your lips. “I missed you.”

“Shut up.” You mumble when he’s back against you, your smiling lips just barely pressed together. He’s so pretty when he smiles, like it’s a secret he’s found you worthy of keeping for him.

He grabs your thighs and hikes them up to his waist so he can lean forward into you, a hand combing through your hair with his thumb brushing your cheek. “Maybe you come on stage with me.”

You laugh breathily, pulling him against you for a slow, luxurious kiss. He hums against him, his free hand coming down to the vanity beside your hip to hold himself up. Your hand falls beside his to do the same. You would give anything for this show to be over so he you could show him how you feel.

“They do not want to see me, mister rockstar.” You run your other hand through his hair and silently ask for another one of those. His languid, intoxicating kiss. The way his lips slot between yours and you can taste his minty breath, so sweet and cool. He’s so warm.

“I do. I want to see you all the time.” He mutters, granting you your request.

You can’t get enough of him. What was erotic a second ago has turned into you absolutely melting into his touch, feeling warm and safe and protected and yes, turned on but it was impossible not to be around Jake.

You shake your head, pulling back so the movement has your kiss-swollen lips brushing against his. “You have more important things to do. I’ll still be here.”

He groans, just shy of panting, forehead returning to your shoulder as you laugh into his hair and run your hand over the back of his neck. “I don’t want you to be somewhere I’m not, Y/N. I want you this close all the time.”

There’s something on the tip of his tongue. The same thing on yours.

You lean back up and hop off the vanity. He grunts in disapproval and sets you back on it. “I have to get dressed.” You laugh. “I won’t be-“

“There’s nothing out there that’s more important than you.” Jake states, eyebrows narrowed like he’s suddenly upset.

You freeze, hand on his bicep. “I just need to get dressed, Jake.”

“But then that means I have to go get ready and then I have to leave you for two hours.” He states, both hands beside your thighs on the table.

You nod, still confused. “But I’ll be backstage the whole time.”

“Where I can see you?”

“Yes, Jake.” You smile, the worry in his face amusing you somehow. “Right between the curtains where you can see me. I promise.”

He nods, a hand softly brushing over your cheek before he leans back in, another sweet kiss that sends tingles all the way down to your toes. You wonder for a second if the way your heart is racing is bad for the baby. Jake is just so … addictive.

Your chin tilts forward when he finally pulls away, seeking him again. Always. He kisses both cheeks, your nose, and your forehead before he sinks to his knees with both hands on your belly. Without thinking much, you lift your shirt just a touch so his warm hands can touch your skin. As usual, the touch is sedating on contact.

He looks up at you appreciatively, his eyes soft and warm, before he kisses just above your naval. Slow, his lips lingering, the tip of his nose resting on your skin. There’s no fear or discomfort, just pure adoration for what he knows is his. And you want to be part of that.

Jake wraps his arms around you so they link behind your back, pulling you to the edge of the vanity. He rests his cheek on your bump and looks up at you through his lashes.

“You’ll be here?” He asks, voice low.

Don’t leave, his eyes say.

You nod, brushing the hair from his face again. “If you want me.”

Want me, want me, want me.

“Please.” He looks away just long enough to kiss your belly again. “And I can meet you in our room right after? I promise I’ll be so fast.”

“Are you horny?” You ask, laughing. “What has gotten into you to make you so desperate?”

“Uuuuuh,” He starts, almost comedic, then rolls his eyes. “Yeah, you’re gonna make good on your promise to suck my dick, remember?”

He jokes like this even while he kiss, kiss, kisses your belly, hands coming back to embrace it.

“Oh trust me, Jake. I remember.” You croon, tugging on his roots to let him know how you feel. “I’d do it right now if you’d have me.”

He sighs dramatically, standing up as you pull your shirt back down. He adjusts his outfit in the mirror behind you, flicking his hair into place. “I wasted too much time kissing you. We’ll have to save the dick sucking for later.”

You scoff dramatically back before pulling him back in by the wrist, tilting his chin up with your thumb so you can kiss his throat. “You’ll be fine.”

“And you two will be fine?” He asks, sighing into your embrace. “Fuck, you smell nice.”

You laugh. “Yes, baby and I will be fine.”

His eyes glimmer when he pulls back. “Baby,” He whispers in that song-song voice again, kissing your forehead once more before rushing himself out the door with a promise to see you soon.

When the heavy door clicks shut, you hop off the vanity again and get to changing. It’s somewhat difficult to ignore that the speed at which you do so is because of a fluttering in your chest that begins the minute Jake leaves - one that urges you to run after him and ask him to stay. Every time. Shut the fuck up.

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You stood back in the hall while the opener performed, chatting with some of the Greta crew and fiddling with your earplugs while the boys finished their last-minute warming-up. You always felt like a weird and unfit spectacle whenever you were in public with Josh and you had no desire to do that to yourself for longer than you had to - especially guaranteeing that the people out there were fans and not just strangers seeing you with beautiful and capable men.

But the moment the band flooded into the hall, your eyes found Jake’s and his yours. He’s fiddling with his earpiece and you can’t help but shake your hands in excitement as he runs toward you, again falling into you with such force in his embrace that you spin. You can’t help but laugh as he kisses you in a chaotic, pre-show nerves way where he only hits the mark of your lips about 60% of the time with each kiss he hums through. You’re left a mess in the wake of his whirlwind, still laughing as he runs backward into the stadium, blowing kisses his whole way.

Josh comes second, only able to spare you a confused and slightly alarmed look as he grabs a mic from a tech guy and blows you one kiss before he runs after Jake. Sam and Danny disappear further down to get to their spots and you follow the directions of one of said tech guy to follow him to side stage. You do, guided only by his dark mass and the flashlight he shines on the ground, making your way to where Jake’s case rests open - “vaginatarian” sticker, picture of Black Beard, weird 3D printed toy and all.

That sticker is definitely true. You could silently confirm that much.

You step back to where your guide yells over the boom of the crowd that Jake wants you to stand and shift uncomfortably between your boot-clad feet as you wait for things to begin. It’s hard to deny, especially when you deeply care about two people in the band, that the energy in the arena has the same potency as a horse tranquilizer.

Mmm. Ketamine.

Sometimes you wish you could drink while pregnant. You know, when you’ve needed it most.

You clear your throat and step back just as the band finds their places on stage behind the curtain. Jake leans back so he can see you through a crack and he blows you a kiss, which you mime catching and holding against your heart. He smiles brightly and winks, getting into position just as the curtain falls away.

Showtime.

You hadn’t seen them perform in so long, the excitement was nearly intoxicating. You found yourself singing along as Josh belted and Jake played - the other two were probably also good but you did not notice. In moments of Jake’s solos, your hands were clasped together and the biggest smile overtook your face, just watching him in his element, that beautiful cape flowing behind him.

Every time Josh ran by you for an outfit change, he signs I love you with a big smile as you cheer him on loudly. The on-stage banter is lively, the crowd is electric, and your eyes can only keep finding Jake. It’s hard to deny how erotic he is on that stage - the one he absolutely was prepared for. He delivered on every promise you’re sure he made and then some, lighting up the arena with the most beautiful talent and skill you’ve ever witnessed. It’s hard to imagine how you haven’t noticed the complexity of his beauty when he performs until now.

Jake is … all. The earth and moon and sun and stars. The very reason your heart beats and the co-creator of the heartbeat in your belly. His presence was peace. Safety. A hard-won lover. You wanted him. You wanted him to stick around.

The whole thing goes by in a blur and suddenly Jake’s mid-concert solo has begun. Electric. That’s all it can be described as. He is magic, his fingers seemingly performing witchcraft on that guitar and you can’t help but cheer and holler from your position.

His eyes find yours for a long-enough moment and butterflies come to life in your belly. Your hands find your bump and you give him the biggest smile you can muster, which he returns, the pinch of his cheeks squeezing his eyes shut for a second.

Butterflies. Just butterflies. But you can feel them.

Baby.

Baby kicks.

“Jake!” You yell in surprise even though he definitely can’t hear you. You run much closer to the steps that lead to the stage than you’re meant to but it doesn’t matter because Jake is climbing down them as Danny’s solo begins.

He’s not entirely focused on you since he has to rush to B stage, but you grab his hand and inherently his attention. Without hesitation, he pulls you in for a kiss that lingers probably a lot longer than it should for times sake and your brain goes cloudy for a second before you remember.

You whip back and put his hand on your belly, right where the baby was kicking. Not butterflies - baby kicks.

He looks confused for a second, wiping sweat from his brow with his free hand and freezing when he feels it. His eyes shoot up to yours and you scream in joy, knowing it will be drowned out by Danny and the crowd.

“Are those- is that-“ He stammers, yelling enough for you to hear him.

You hop excitedly from foot to foot. “Baby kicks!”

The joy shared between the two of you as you shriek in laughter and he spins you around in a big hug is unlike anything you’ve experienced before. When he sets you down, his hands return to your belly, the exact spot you put his hand. Awe fills his eyes as his baby kicks inside you, feeling just like the butterflies he’s made you feel a hundred times before. His eyes fill with tears but his face remains one of pure joy and shock, not believing what he’s feeling.

“The first time?” He shouts, laughing incredulously.

“They heard you!” You yell back. “They heard you and they loved it!”

Jake’s chin ducks for a second as he tries to compose himself. When he looks back at you, he pulls you in for another kiss. Then a kiss to your cheeks and nose. He whispers something that you can’t make out, his lips pressed to your forehead.

“What?” You yell, gesturing to your ear to let him know he has to speak up.

He pulls back and smiles, eyebrows knit together. “I said I love you, Y/N!”

He’s pulled away from you by a security guard to get him down to the other stage and you’re left standing there, jaw slack, doing every mental equation to get to a place where he meant something else. There’s just no way. He couldn’t. He didn’t mean it.

Blood rushes through your ears and creates an eerie silence. You’re standing right where he left you as he blows a kiss over his shoulder and he’s ushered away.

I love you, Y/N.

I love you, Y/N.

I love you, Y/N.

I love you too, Jake.

_____

It’s part 1 because it was already 4k and barely half done so TADAAA ENJOY!!!!

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guys he's so unbelievably sexy it's crazy

please god no more boyfriend danny content i cannot take it

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his love language is touch and giving physical touch to ones you love is so fulfilling to people like that and it makes me wanna cryyyyyy in a happy way :') 

They’re his babies 😭 <3

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lives on as the softest, cutest, most perfect greta imagine of all time literally

heart to heart || josh kiszka x reader

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Summary: You and Josh host Thanksgiving at your house, and your little family has more than one surprise in store for this holiday season. || Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Pairings: Josh Kiszka x Wife!Reader, Jake x Sparrow, Sam x Danny

Genre: Holiday fluff

Word Count: 5.9k | Warnings: talk of pregnancy

A/N: Here you go, besties! The promised Thanksgiving fic! I really enjoyed writing it, and I hope you’ll enjoy reading it. It’s also set 10 or 15 years after Cabin Fever, and if you guys like this era of Josh and Baby, I’d be pleased as punch to write more about them and their kiddos. Also, there’s so many John Denver references. I got a little carried away. But! I hope you like it ♡

“You guys, it’s Thanksgiving. Not the Great English Baking Show.”

You and Danny both looked over at Josh as he came into the kitchen, amusement and exasperation mingling in your expressions.

“Great British Baking Show,” you corrected, pouring pumpkin pie batter into the crust Danny had gotten ready. “And I don’t think you’ll be complaining when we start eating the greatest Thanksgiving dinner known to man.”

“Who said I was complaining?” Josh asked, snagging a taste of the batter from the side of the bowl. “I just don’t want you wearing yourselves out.”

He popped his finger in his mouth. “Hey, mama, that’s pretty good.”

You smiled. “I’m glad you like it.” You put the bowl in the sink. “We’re not wearing ourselves out. We’re having a good time, aren’t we, Danny?”

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this is debilitating 

oh godddd

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🤩

Your needs, my needs

Warnings: overstimulation, penetration, oral (f receiving), crying, fingering, mentions of pain during sex, sub/dom ( f and m are switches), and I believe that’s all. Enjoy.

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As you eagerly waited for Josh’s arrival the phone rang. “Hey love” Josh sounded frustrated.

“Hey darling. Everything okay?” You asked.

“Bad news hun. I gotta stay till 10” he sighed.

“10! That’s 4 more hours Josh”

“Yes I know that” he let out another sigh. “Just don’t be upset with me okay. It’s not my fault. If I could be home with you I would”

“Okay Josh I just never see you anymore, and it’s really starting to get to me”

“I know okay I know. I miss being able to spend hours upon hours together. I miss doing everything little thing with you, but now we’ll be lucky if we wake up in the same bed. Speaking of “bed” it’s been over a month. A fucking month. I know it’s my fault but I am exhausted when I come home. I know I’ve been cranky recently, but I am just so tired. I am afraid I am losing you” his eyes teared up, but he blinked them aways.

“Take a breath. Your not losing me I just miss you. I don’t blame you I understand okay? I’ll see you when you come home. I’ll make some tea, and dinner. We’ll throw on a movie, and everything will be okay. We’re okay love” you assured him.

“That sounds so nice I could cry. Maybe I can talk to Jake and he can sweet talk my way home early” Danny stepped outside to hurry Josh along. “Fuck I gotta go I love you. Just wait till I get home”

Nearing 10 you put Josh’s favorite soup on the stove, warmed up your favorite tea, made the couch extra comfy, and started picking out a movie. You heard the front door open, and josh lazily walked into the house. He dropped his bag at the door, and went to find you. He walked into the living room that was attached to the kitchen. Soft music was playing as you finished up dinner. Josh took a big deep breath through his nose.

“Oh mama is that what I think it is?” Josh asked hugging you from behind.

“Indeed it is. Taste it for me?” He grabbed the spoon, dipped it into the soup, and put the spoon his mouth.

“Mhmmm. Amazing as always darling”

~

Josh grabbed his bowl and snuggled up on the couch with you. “That was delicious”. He turned on his side and threw his leg over yours. As the movie went on he moved closer and closer. Until he was basically on top of you. You adjusted yourself grabbing his hips, and pulling him in your lap.

“Hi ma’am” he whispered.

“Hi pretty boy” you whispered back. You gently thrusted your hips up making sure you two were on the same page. He squirmed above you, and slowly rocked himself against you. You grabbed his hips keeping his pace. You felt him harden as his thrust became more frantic. “Slow down” you gripped his hips “I don’t want you cumming to soon. Slow baby slow”

“Yes ma’am” he listened, and let you guide him.

“Does it feel good baby?” He let out a whimper. “Already can’t finish a sentence love?”

“It’s been s-s-so long” he threw his head back.

You started feeling an intense amount of pleasure as well. Every thrust sending you closer and closer. Your grip on his hips tightened, and he picked his pace up.

“Oh fuck this is embarrassing” Josh panicked as his orgasm built up. “I am so sorry”

“It’s okay darling let go if you need” you moved a hand to cup his face.

“Mama please” Josh whined.

“Please what Josh?” You asked sounding like a tease, but it wasn’t.

“I need it. I need it so bad. Fuck me please please” his eyes began to water as he tried to hold back. You bucked your hips upward meeting him. He pulled your shirt up, and placed both hands on your breast. “Please” it was a whimper, and it whispered out of him.

“Let go then baby. Give it to me. You’ve been a good boy”

“Yes” he said weakly. “Yes” it got louder. “Fuck yes. Fuck please” he shouted. Jake who was upstairs most definitely heard. Jake came in right after josh, and ran upstairs to relax. Both of them were fed up with today and went to their own space. You were Josh’s escape, and jakes was his guitar.

Josh was very vocal when it came to sex, but right now he might as well be screaming.

“Oh my fucking god. I love you. I love you. I love you” there it was. He came in his jeans he was wearing, and collapsed into you. You scratched his back softly as he caught his breath.

“That was beautiful” you whispered in his ear.

“I’d be more beautiful if it wasn’t in my fucking jeans, and maybe on you” he laughed softly a bit embarrassed.

“No no I think it was perfect, but your right I’d be better if they were off” josh sat back in the chair, and you dropped to your knees.

“You don’t have to do that. I’ve already finished let me give it to you” he grabbed your hand that was already placed on his belt.

“But I want to take care of you” you told him.

“Mama look at everything you’ve done for me tonight. Let me” he pulled you up, and placed you in the seat. He slid himself down, and placed kisses on your stomach. “Let me take control”.

It was mind blowing how fast Josh can switch. He can completely submissive, and listen to your ever obey. Then suddenly he’s got you in a chokehold, and making you cum on his demand.

“We don’t need these right pretty girl?” You shook your head urgently as he slowly slid them down your legs. “As much as I’d love to tease you I don’t think that’s fair”

He dove in immediately. Josh has always took things slow. Giving you kisses up your thighs, and soft kitten licks. . But not this time. His tongue crashed against your clit. You bucked your hips up instantly, and wrapped your hands in his hair. You legs squeezed around him. He gripped your thighs and shoved them down. “Let me in mama. Relax”

“Josh fuck”

He swirled his tongue around your clit, and moving to your entrance to lick up the mess you were making. He slipped a finger inside.

“More” you cried out.

Instantly he slipped another inside you. Never slowing his pace on your aching clit. You felt it build up quickly. A built up you’ve never quite felt before. “Josh I’m- I’m”

His voice vibrated against you “Do it baby”.

“Fuck Josh I’m gonna cum” you bucked forward. He moved with you as you moved frantically. He wrapped his arm around your thigh, and his fingers thrusted harder and harder. You let go, and it came bursting out of you.

He stopped and looked around. “Baby you-. Holy fuck. Sweetheart have you ever done that before?”

“Huh?” You asked confused.

“You- you squirted angel. Has that ever happened?” He asked completely in shock with you.

“I can’t do that” you said still clouded by your orgasm.

“But you did pretty girl. Look” he shifted so you could see the mess you made.

“Oh my god. I am so sorry- I- I didn’t know-I” you covered your mouth completely embarrassed.

“Stop that shit. That was beautiful. I am honored to be the one that made you do it. Don’t be embarrassed that was stunning. Your gorgeous baby”

“Come here”

He moved to lay beside you, and you sat between his legs, and stumbled with his belt. With shaky hands you attempted to undo it.

“Wow love slow down” he moved your hands, and undid his belt for you. You slid down his jeans along with his underwear. You moved upward straddling him. He lined himself up, and you slid down gently.

Josh was big. Bigger than you’ve ever seen or took. It shocked you the first time he showed you. You wrapped your fingers around, and they barely touched. It took a while for you two to be able to have sex. It took a while for him to fit. He warned you it wouldn’t work, but you insisted. Eventually he was able to get about half way. You winced in pain as it burned when he’d move. He pulled out immediately and promised to work with each others bodies. In that time you learned each others body’s. He learned exactly how to move his tongue to make you lose it. You learned how he likes to be jerked off. You knew all his weaknesses. You know how quickly he comes when you suck on the tip a little to much. Or when you slip a piece of ice in your mouth, and take him in. He knows your g spot, and how to hit it every time he fingers you. And now he knows how to make you squirt.

“I know it’s been a while. Does it feel okay?” He asked concerned. “Your really tight darling”

“Yes” you said softly. “It feels good” a slight burning from him stretching you only turned you on. You began moving back and forth. You picked up your pace quickly. He grabbed your hips and pushed you down deeper. Skin to skin. He was so deep inside of you.

“I can’t” you cried out from exhaustion. You wanted to collapse on him.

“Breath” he flipped the both of you so he was on top. “Let me do it sweet girl” he brushed the hair out of your face.

You whined out with soft “ah ah ah”.

He mocked it back to you. “Ah ah ah. Those are pretty noises mama. Feels too good doesn’t it?”

You nodded your head, and cried out for him.

“Shh I am right here. I’m right here” josh knows you have a tendency to get overstimulated during sex. You don’t always handle it well. Josh has learned to recognize when your overworking yourself. He knows when things need to slow down, and that’s what he was doing.

Tears fell from your eyes, and you began to whine rather than a moan.

“I know I know pretty girl” you tried to lift your head to watch, but you couldn’t. “You wanna watch baby?” He placed a hand on the back of your neck, and moved your head gently. A noise that sounded almost feral ripped out of you. “Oh you liked that didn’t you. Is that what my good girl needs?”

“Fuck Josh”

He cupped your face in his hands. You both watched as he slid in and out of you. Until you couldn’t take it anymore, and threw your head back. You wrapped your hands around his neck pulling him close. Without any warning your orgasm came screaming out of you. He wasn’t far behind, but instead he focused on talking you through it.

“Your doing amazing. Give it to me love. I am right there with you” his hands returned to your face. “Good girl”

“Josh please. I can’t” you cried.

“Yes you can. I promise I am right behind you darling” he picked up his pace.

“Josh” it seemed to be the only word you’ve ever known. “Josh baby”

He fell silent, and his jaw dropped. Soft little whimpers escaping him as he slammed mercilessly into you. Each thrust he pulled back slowly then fucked into with all his strength. He did that about four times before he fell over beside you.

“Are you okay sweet baby?” He wrapped you in his arms, and you laid against his chest.

“Yes” you sighed. He grabbed a blanket that was beside you on the couch. He threw it over the both of you. “Jakes home” you reminded him.

“Ain’t nothing he hasn’t seen … or heard” he laughed softly. You laid on his chest feeling the soft rise and fall, and listening to the beat of his heart. A reminder of home hit you as an arm snaked over waist, and the other tangled in your hair. Sleep invaded your peace, and you drifted away. He turned his attention back towards the tv as his lover slept gently in his arms.

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good heavens

Unchained Melody – J. M. K.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, mature themes, fingering, unprotected sex, language, MINORS DNI

A/N: I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again. There’s something about my brain and Josh and showers that somehow equals smut. I don’t know. BUT I’ve been working on this fic since the end of July because hearing Josh sing Unchained Melody with my own two ears in person changed me as a woman. Enjoy.

Bajabule,

-Han

As you wiped the sleep from the corners of your eyes, your ears grew accustomed to the sounds around you. You heard the hum of the fan oscillating over in the corner of your bedroom, feeling the cool air that it was projecting as it brushed against your face. You heard the pattering of water against the floor of the shower, and you could see the steam from it wafting through the space under the closed door of the bathroom. Just then, a sound broke through the quiet droning of your surroundings.

His voice.

It was light at first; it sounded soft and sweet, like the falling of rain while the sun is shining or the tinkling of chimes in the warmest breeze.

“Loooonely rivers siiigh, ‘wait for me, wait for me.’”

He paused, and you could hear the water hitting the floor again.

“Hmmm mmm coming hooome, wait for meeeee.”

His voice grew louder, belting from his stomach like no one could stand a chance of hearing. The sound was clean and crisp and made your heart pull tight in your chest while pulling the air from your lungs at the same time.

“Woooooahhhhh,

myy-yy-yyyy lo-ooovvveee,

myyy da-aarllinn’,

I’ve hunnn-gered, hun-ger-eh-ered, for your tou-ou-ouchhh,

A longgg, lonely time–,”

It was then that the door creaked as you tried so very gently to open it. You cursed yourself at the sound and softly padded across the threshold. You saw a loosely figured silhouette move behind the shower curtain, and you watched as his fingers snuck out from behind it, curling around the edge, before pulling it slightly down the rod, just enough for his head to poke through. His face emerged with a silly grin and his hair completely lathered with shampoo. He looked you over more than once before he asked, in a playfully dramatic voice, “Did you come for the show?”

“I did,” you said, grinning from ear to ear.

It made your heart swell when he was lighthearted, and he was, the majority of the time. Every once in a long while, he would express an insecurity or a worry that made him self-conscious, and you always did your best to soothe his anxieties. You absolutely adored the little light in his eyes and his brilliant smile, and it truly shattered your heart to ever see him anything less than euphoric.

His heart warmed you like a kiss from the sun, and all you wanted was to be his moon, reflecting his light back to him and out for the world to see.

You watched him scoop a handful of lather from his head and blow it at you like a kiss. It fell densely through the air and landed on the tile floor without a sound. You smiled at him and let out a small giggle, and he immediately returned it to you.

“You know,” he started, his brown eyes glinting at you, “you could join the show. If you wanted to.” He dramatically wiggled his eyebrows at you as he failed to fight off another grin.

“I’d love that,” you spoke in a tone hardly above a whisper, “but there’s only one problem.”

“What’s that?”

“I can’t sing,” you said with an almost imperceptible shake of your head. Your eyes stayed trained on him as he thought, processing your so-called “problem.”

He huffed a bit air from his nose, chuckling at himself. “I can make you sing, mama. Maybe not like The Righteous Brothers, but either way.” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and smiled a cocky smile.

Your body immediately felt as if it were burning from the inside out. Your eyes widened and your cheeks got hot. His smile never wavered as he let you squirm under his gaze. All of the silliness had melted away, leaving you with an aching between your legs for him.

You removed your clothes while he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, and you gingerly stepped into the shower. His back was to you as he faced the water, and you let your eyes wander over his naked body in front of you. You took special notice of the muscles in his legs and back as he ran his hands through his wet curls. You watched small streams of water flow down his back and over the prominent curves of his ass before they hit the floor of the shower.

Once he had finished with his hair, the two of you changed places, and you started to rinse your hair. You took your turn to face the water and he took his turn to look over you. It wasn’t long before you felt his hands running over your hair, working the water into it, the tips of his fingers softly massaging your scalp. You tilted you head back, embracing the feeling of his fingertips and letting the warm water hit your chest.

He moved his chin to sit on your shoulder while his hands traveled to your heat. He slipped his middle and ring fingers through your folds before making light circles around your clit. Your chest heaved as you huffed air in and out of your nose, tilting your head back and feeling a whine escape from your throat. You arched your back, pressing your ass into his hardening cock, and he responded by slipping his fingers into your entrance and curling them immediately.

He set a quick pace, his fingers sliding in and out of your heat with more ease than usual. You assumed the copious amounts of water from the shower had a big hand in this, because it certainly had a big hand in the sounds that came from between your legs that echoed throughout the bathroom. Right as your whimpers became essentially continuous, you felt him remove his fingers from deep within you and take them into his mouth. You turned to look at him, and he was moving toward the back wall, his fingers still between his lips.

After you’d shampooed and rinsed your hair again, you turned to Josh to find him already looking at you. Sitting on the small bench in the corner of the dimly lit shower, the shadows of his face were dark, making the structure of his jaw look much more pronounced than usual. His eyes also looked darker; more lustful, causing another budding warmth to spread between your legs.

You watched as he extended his arms out toward you, making repeated grabbing motions with his hands. You giggled before walking over to him and standing in the space between his knees.

“You look so gorgeous, mama. So pretty when you’re wet like this for me,” he said, a grin spreading across his face at his own innuendo.

You snickered. “Shut up,” you managed, mid-chuckle.

“I can’t. You’re too good,” he murmured, pulling you into his lap to straddle him, so close that the tip of his cock rested on your lower belly. You let the smallest moan spill from your lips at the feeling, and his eyes flicked up to yours, his irises impossibly darker than they had been just a moment before. You rolled your hips into him, and he cracked another smile.

“God, Josh. Please.”

His lips planted a long, open-mouthed kiss between your breasts, and your fingers tangled themselves in his drying curls. He hummed against your sternum, making your entire chest vibrate and fill with warmth. You felt your nipples harden as his hands roamed over your spine.

“My sweet baby. So polite,” he said, his lips touching your skin as he spoke. He changed his focus to your breasts as he took one of your nipples into his mouth and sucked it, while his hand cupped you from underneath, gently squeezing the swell in time with the laps of his tongue.

You ground your hips into him harder now, begging him for his cock with more than just your words. He moved to your other breast to repeat his ministrations before giving in to your pleading and lifting your hips. He teased your clit with his tip, making your legs twinge before he slipped into your entrance. You gradually lowered your hips until you’d taken him in his entirety, and you felt yourself relax as you settled against him.

“Oh fuck, Josh,” you breathed, “So fucking deep.”

He moaned at your words, his eyebrows scrunched as he looked at you. “Feels so fucking good like this,” he strained, “Fast and deep this round, yeah?”

You took your turn to moan at him. “Mmm please,” you breathed.

“Haven’t even moved and you’re still begging. This is gonna be messy, he chuckled, “and really fucking loud.”

“Shit–,” you started, but you were interrupted by the feeling of your hips being lifted and dropped, quickly shoving his cock inside you as far as it could possibly go. You let out a squeal and he grunted, his hands finding residence over the curve of your ass, helping to guide you as you bounced in his lap. Eventually, he let you take over your movements, opting to wrap his arms all the way around your back and bury his face in your neck.

You moved quickly, but still made long strokes, almost ridding yourself of his cock entirely each time you raised your hips. In a matter of less than a second, you found yourself rising yet again. You dropped your hips with such force that the sound of your soaked skin meeting his each time you came down quickly became more ominous than the droning sound of the water from the shower hitting nothing but the floor.

As you perfected your rhythm, you felt his breathing change, and you knew that he was close. You noticed that he would hold his breath for a few moments, straining, trying to hold off his climax just a bit longer, and then he would take rapid, short breaths and then repeat with various moans and grunts mixed in.

His head separated from your neck, and you watched it tilt back, his face absolutely twisted and flushed a deep red. His eyes were screwed shut, and if you hadn’t known any better, you would have been afraid that you were hurting him. However, his cock throbbing in your pussy served as reassurance. You strained every muscle in your legs to move faster than you had before, and you felt the intensity of his impending orgasm rise to the absolute brink. He was fighting with absolutely everything he had not to let go, and still, you pushed him. You felt yourself rise again, but this time, in the midst of all of his moaning and the squelching sounds of your pussy sliding around all over his cock, you misjudged your placement, and he slipped from your entrance as you lowered yourself, his tip slipping up and out of your folds, his shaft pressed hard against your clit.

A guttural moan ripped from his chest as he released a breath he’d been holding. He gasped and moaned, trying desperately to catch his breath and process the sudden feeling of his cock not being swallowed by your heat. His hands gripped you harder than they had the entire time as he attempted to regain his composure.

His eyes found yours and he watched you half-lidded as you tried to regulate your breath. You could feel his heart hammering in his chest while he throbbed against your clit.

“Fuck, I’m sor–,”

He interrupted your breathy apology by crashing his lips into yours in a needy, feverish kiss. He licked and sucked at you bottom lip while he rocked his hips into you, sliding your clit along the shaft of his cock. You cried out into his mouth at the sensation and he continued, gripping your hips and pressing them into his own to create more pressure against your clit as you continued your wordless praises.

“Cum for me, mama. Cum on my cock.”

“Ohh, Josh,” you cried out, gripping his curls in your fingers as he held you up. “Want you,” you panted, “to cum, t-too.”

“Mmmm I will, don’t worry,” he grinned, “I’m right behind you, sweet girl. You need me here? Or back inside?”

“Fuck, put it back in,” you panted, “please.”

“Godddd-dammit, I love it when you beg me for my cock,” he breathed, as he moved you up and down his length.

Your legs trembled underneath you as they did a shoddy job of holding your weight. Your whimpers grew higher and louder as you bounced in his lap, sure that the tip of his cock was tapping at your cervix. You clenched every muscle in your walls around him, just savoring the feeling of your pussy being filled to the point of stretching over and over again before you erupted into your orgasm, and he into his immediately afterward.

He grunted and strained as his hips paused before pulling back and pushing up again, filling you with his cum at each pause. When he had finished, you felt him lean back against the wall of the shower to finish coming down, and you went with him, your head in the crook of his neck.

When both of you had regained control of your hearts and lungs, he helped you to stand before joining you under the now-cool water of the shower. He slipped his arms around your waist and pressed his lips into the spot between your neck and shoulder, gently swaying you both back and forth. You let the cool water hit the searing skin of your chest, leaning your head back into him.

He pulled his lips from your neck and kissed the shell of your ear, still swaying you back and forth.

“And tii-ii-iime goo-oess byy-y sooo sloww-lyy-y,

And tiiiime– can dooo so-o much,

Aaa-are you-ou-ou still miiiiiiiiiiiineeeee,

I-iiiii neeee-eee-eed your loo-ovee,”

He paused and placed a kiss under the side of your jaw, sliding his hands over the front of your body before pulling his head back slightly.

“Iiii- I need your lo-love,

Godspeeeed your lo-oveee too-oo-oo-ooo me-ee-eee.”

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I’ve been thinking about this Josh far too much recently. This Josh who’s fully enthralled with the conversation about the horses in the stables. Who’s hands are flying about theatrically as he motions to each of the horses, needing to know their names and how old they are. This Josh who doesn’t skip a beat in his conversation as he reaches an arm out in your direction, a quiet beckoning for you to wrap yourself around him. The smile that would kiss his lips as he continued his conversation now fully wrapped around you, his chin resting against the crown of your head. How he would rest his hand against the side of your face as you tried to hide the blush that kissed your cheek from the person he was speaking to. Who would have chills dancing throughout his body as you slipped a hand up the back of his shirt, the other gently toying with the string of beads he so proudly wore.

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please have mercy

I'm just imagining talking to Jake while he zeroed in on something, maybe restringing a guitar, and he's saying "uh-huh" and "yeah" to everything, and you're just smiling at him, endeared by his focus, and you say "I love you" quietly as you watch him and he instantly lifts his head and looks at you with a smile and says "I love you too."

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THE STACHE!?! NO WAY

WHEN IS IT MY TURN!? GOD JUST LOOK AT HIM AND THOSE HANDS AND HIS NOSE AND HIS JAW AND HIS HAIR

HIM 😭

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THATS ENOUGH

Oh, So Beautiful // JTK

Characters: Dad!Jake x Fem!reader

Summary: "A little stretch mark on your tummy and feeling insecure about the weight you put on but he loves you through it and reassures you and tells you how cool of a job you're doing growing a human" (sent in by anon)

Warnings: Teeny, tiny angst but a lot of fluff

He hears you huff the bathroom and the only meant one thing. You're deep in your thoughts again about your pregnant belly. Closing his book and setting it on the nightstand along with his reading glasses, he slides off the bed and pads over to the bathroom. He finds you standing in front of the full length mirror and looking at your swollen belly.

He leans against the doorframe and folds his arms over his chest. "Stop it." He says. You look at him through the mirror and you let out a sigh. "You're doing it again."

"I can't help it.. My body is.. Eh.."

"Eh?" He says, pushing off of the doorframe and stepping up behind you. "What do you mean by 'eh'?"

"Look at me."

"I am."

"Well don't you see it?" You say, pointing to a little stretch mark that has begun show on your belly.

"It's a stretch mark." Jake says matter-of-factly. "Is that why you're upset?"

"Jake, it's horrible." He sees your eyes well with tears and he turns you around to face him. He chuckles and you look at him with furrowed eyebrows. "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm not laughing, baby." He says, shaking his head as he rubs his hands up and down your arms. "But you, my love, are beautiful." You scoff and shake your head. "Don't shake your head. It's true." He rests his hand on your belly and he smiles. "You're growing a human life and I find that pretty cool. Think of the stretch marks as your stripes, I've read that some women refer to them as tiger stripes."

"Oh god, Jake.." You whine.

He laughs and kisses your forehead. "You're a badass and I am so proud of you."

"Proud of me being pregnant?" You say looking up at him. "You made me this way."

"Takes two to tango." He says, earning a smack to his chest before you walk--more like waddle--out of the bathroom. "Okay, okay, not the smartest thing to say but baby," He follows you out of the bathroom and helps you sit on the bed. "You're so beautiful and the stretch marks are just a part of the journey."

"And the weight?"

"Comes with the territory." He says as he lifts your feet and guides you back onto the bed. "But you're still beautiful."

"How many times are going to call me beautiful?"

"Until my last dying breath." He says as he leans down to kiss you. "Because you; my sweet, sweet bride, are oh so beautiful and you have been inspiring me every day since the stick turned positive."

Reaching for the lotion on the nightstand, he sits down by your feet and squeezes a little bit of the sweet, smelling goop into his hands before lathering it on his hands and beginning to rub into his feet.

"And now you're just like me, being marked up by the hands of life."

"Jake, you broke your arm--you didn't carry a baby for nine months."

He laughs and shakes his head. "Doesn't matter how we get our marks, life still touches us in different ways and in your case, life just makes you more beautiful."

"Say that word again." You warn.

He smiles and continues rubbing in the lotion. "Okay, how about I call you alluring, or exquisite, maybe even beauteous."

"Now you're just showing off." You say as you rest your hands on your belly.

Patting your feet, he climbs across the bed and rests beside you. "No matter how you look, or how cranky you get, I will love you all the way through it."

"What about when I'm yelling at you in the delivery room?"

Jake hums and kisses your forehead. "Even then, I will still love you." He says as he rests his hand on your belly. "Now, can he please come out?"

You giggle. "Only a few more weeks."

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🥲⚠️🥹

Thinking about this guy and just how when he gets into his silly moods he sometimes goes too far. But he doesn’t realize he’s gone too far until he sees the distant look in your eyes as you try and distract yourself from his shenanigans. Huffing out a sigh as he pressed his shoulder up against yours with a quiet “aww cmon babe, live a little.” The way his bottom lip would push out into a pout when you didn’t lift your gaze to meet his and a pang of guilt would play in his chest as he realized his mistake. The way he’d move behind you, slotting a leg on each side of yours and wrap his arms around your waist, hooking his chin over your shoulder before nuzzling his cheek against yours. You’d fight the grin that threatened to pull up on the corners of your lips and turn your head to press a soft kiss against his cheek. “You okay?” He’s mumble, voice only loud enough for you to hear as he tilted his head and nuzzled it into the crook of your neck. You’d nod gently, reaching up to card your fingers through the poof ball of hair that graced his head.

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I FOUND THE FUCKING STORY IVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR LETS GOOOO

My Kinda Lover | JTK

Scenario: In which you’re the guitarist of a growing band, struggling to come to terms with your love life, when you meet Jake. You’re drawn to one another like a moth to a flame. With only three days to explore Nashville, before you leave, you choose to spend as much time as you can with Jake. In your mind, once you leave, he’ll forget about you, and you’ll have no choice but to move on like always. However, you’ll find that to be far from the truth when, a few months later, you’re unexpectedly reunited with him, and he presents a love to you that you never thought you’d have. [ Female Plus Sized Reader, 15k words ]

Warnings: Mentions of insecurities, bad dating experiences, and some angst.

Note: After two weeks and some struggles…I finally finished this fanfiction. This is the longest fic I have EVER written. That being said, I did get a bit frustrated towards the end, just wanting it to be done, so I’ll admit that it’s slightly rushed towards the end. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy! I would love to hear your feedback.

It’s not that you don’t like what you see when you look in the mirror. In fact, you’ve grown to like the image of yourself. That being said, you haven’t quite gotten to the point where other people’s opinions don’t bother you. You hate to admit it, but your fear of being perceived haunts you to this very day. In your defense, it’s not an irrational fear.

A few months back you’d taken interest in a guy, who seemed awfully sweet. He was sweet, but not in the sense that he could see past your size, and all the ways you didn’t fit conventional beauty standards. Rather, he was sweet in the way that he let you down nicely, insisting that you had a lovely personality, but he just couldn’t see a relationship. While you’ve fully moved on from the man himself, you think back to that experience at times, and find your heart sinking. It reminds you of the rejection before that, and the one before that…and the one before that.

Thankfully, as you’ve continued working on music, you’ve had less time to dwell on your past experiences. You spend most of your time in your room, or a studio, fumbling with the strings of your guitar, trying to create a riff that fits the lyrics your bandmates presented. You always liked guitar, and the idea of a musical career, but now that you’re actually part of a band, you have a passion for it, one that keeps growing impossibly larger.

Jake Kiszka is much the same, in his passion for music. The only difference is that he’s been passionate about it his whole life. Even as a small child, he was certain that he’d be a rockstar one day, and here he is, with his brothers (Daniel included, as he is a brother, even if it’s not by blood), becoming the very rockstar he used to dream of being. As far as his love life, it’s almost nonexistent. Not for any particular reason. Sam, his younger brother, likes to claim that he’s ‘picky’ about the girls he dates.

Jake doesn’t see it like that. Sam, being young and lively, on the hunt for a good time, not a long time, jumps into relationships quickly. He lives in the moment, not giving much thought to the future. Jake, on the other hand, can’t live comfortably in the moment if he doesn’t see a future with that person. He’s come to realize that, with his job, he needs someone who’s in it for the long haul, and can understand his lifestyle. A fling, like the ones Sam often winds up in, seem more stressful than anything. So, in the meantime Jake will focus on his music, trusting that the right person will come at the right time.

— 🎶🎸

As soon as you entered the building, you were drawn to him. You were scanning your surroundings, but came to a stop when your gaze landed on him. He stood there, clad in black jeans and a button up - which your bandmate, Julien, would later refer to as “slutty”. He had brown hair that fell just below his shoulders, the strands subtly wavy. His eyes matched his hair, a warm brown shade, and they glimmered as he looked at who you’d assume is his own bandmate.

“Y/N,” Julien grabs your arm, getting your attention. “Where you going?” She teases, as you’d been drifting towards the man without even realizing. “Sorry,” you mutter, feeling your cheeks heat up. “We need to check in, according to the guy at the door. Then, you’re free to stare at the pretty boys,” She hums, clasping your hand in hers. She’s playful, and even as annoying as it can be, her sweet smile makes it hard to actually be any type of upset with her.

The check in process is easy, just a matter of confirming each of your identities, as well as your purpose for being here. The woman behind the counter then points out where you’ll go when it’s time for your interview, along with a refreshment table that’s open to those waiting. “Want anything?” Julien asks, gesturing to the aforementioned table. You scan the tables, watching your other band members happily indulge in the goodies that had been set out.

“Just a water for right now,” you decide, eyes lingering on Julien as she marches over to the tables, joining in with the other two girls making up your group. Left alone, you glance over your shoulder to find that the man you’d been eyeing when you first walked in is still there. You recall Julien saying ‘pretty boys’, plural. Truth be told, while most of them are conventionally attractive, none of them stand out to you the way that he does.

You admire him from far, the sunlight shining on him, making him look like a godly being. His skin looks soft, a subtle glow to it, and while you can’t see the details of his face super clearly, you doubt doubt their beauty.

A nudge to your shoulder pulls you out of your little trance, and you turn to find Julien, arm extended to offer you the water you asked for. “Thanks, hun,” you hum, taking the cool bottle from her hand, and twisting the lid off. “No problem,” she responds, smiling sweetly at you as she takes a swig of the canned soda she grabbed.

Soon, the rest of your band members surround you again, and the four of you engage in conversation, sharing your thoughts on the upcoming interview.

What you don’t notice, while you’re in the midst of talking with the three girls, is the brown eyes you’d admired earlier, looking at you. In the same exact what you’d done to him, Jake Kiszka admires you from afar. Around him, his own band members chat with one another, but he’s too focused on you to pay attention to the conversation. He watches as you talk, enthusiastic and theatrical, laughing every now and then. He smiles when you do, his cheeks heating up when he catches himself. Never has he been drawn to someone so fast, but there’s a first for everything, right?

Despite the desire to continue staring at you, he forces himself to look away, returning his attention to his band, convinced none of them noticed his disassociation. On the contrary, all three of them noticed. The youngest of the group throws his arm over Jake’s shoulder, a lopsided, knowing grin forming on his face as he points to one in particular. “That one? She’s hot,”

Sam comments. Jake looks at her, then shakes his head. “Not her,” he says simply, not the kind of person to give away his thoughts so easily. “Which one, then?” Sam asks, brows furrowing in confusion.

Jake looks at him, debating whether or not he’s willing to share that information. He trusts all three of them, especially Josh, his twin, but Sam can be questionable. He’s unpredictable at times, and Jake doesn’t like the idea of his idiot (affectionately) younger brother messing anything up, when it can be avoided. Josh and Daniel seem invested as well, though, and that’s what encourages Jake to confess. “You see the one leaning against the counter?” he says, glancing at you, then returning his gaze to his brother, who nods along.

“Yeah, she’s alright,” Sam hums, but is clearly more enthusiastic about the girl he pointed out. Jake doesn’t mind though — in fact, if any of them were to also take an interest in you, he might be jealous. He thinks about that for only a moment, before Josh speaks up. “You should go talk to her,” he encourages Jake sweetly, offering him a wide smile. “I don’t know, doesn’t seem like the right time,” Jake concludes, giving you one last look.

— 🎶🎸

“I just hope we get asked decent questions,” Julien says, hands shoved in her pockets. You all nod in agreement, falling quiet. “Has anyone seen a trash can? I need to throw this away,” you say, holding up your empty water bottle. The three girls search the building, along with you, and Phoebe is the first to respond. “There’s one over there,” she points in the direction of it, and as you look, you lock eyes with him.

The corner of his lip pulls into a small smile, and it’s like he had planned to wave, but one of the boys with him grabbed a hold of his arm, stopping him from doing sox

“That’s the only one I see,” Julien says, and the two girls nod, looking at you. You do your best to act normal, despite the butterflies erupting within your stomach. “Okay,” you say, sighing softly as you relax. “I guess i’m gonna head over there real quick,” you say to them, but you’re also trying to mentally encourage yourself to walk that way, and maybe even interact with the brown eyed boy you’ve felt so oddly drawn to. You look that way again, and he’s still there, hands in his pockets, still beautiful as ever.

You don’t know what it is, but it’s like he calls to you without saying anything. Your eyes meet his again, accidentally. This time, he gets to wave, as he tried to previously, and the small, sweet smile on his face makes you feel as though you know him, and could just go hug him. You stand still though, simply returning a smile to him. It’s strange, his aura. He’s reserved and slightly mysterious, but not in an intimidating way; it’s inviting. It makes you want to get to know him, to be close to him.

The worry arising with in you is the only thing making you hesitate. Have you misunderstood? Will you go over there and he’ll show no interest in you? Perhaps he will show interest, but it’ll end exactly as it always has? You sigh heavily, frustrated with yourself. You look at him once again, because when you do, you find it hard to worry about anything that isn’t him. You’ve never felt that way with anyone, not that you recall.

That’s what makes you finally start walking his way. Your band members didn’t question you, they all knew exactly what you were thinking, and small, proud smiles form on their faces as they watch you.

When you make it to the trash can, your heart is beating quickly in your chest and you have to resist the urge to go back to your girls, step back into your comfort zone. You sigh shakily as you toss the waterbottle towards the trash can, mentally cursing yourself when the plastic bottle hits the edge of it, then hits the floor, seeming entirely too loud as it does. You scramble to pick it up, feeling so embarrassed that your skin begins to crawl. As you lean down to grab the bottle, another hand finds it first, delicately grasping it.

You look up, and the breath is taken from your lungs. There the brown eyed boy is, suddenly much closer to you. You step back slowly, trying to collect yourself as he throws the bottle away. “Thank you,” you breathe, trying to make out the bracelets on hsi wrist. One is white, made with what looks like braided rope, and slightly worn. They all have a handmade look to them, each one unique.

“Your welcome,” he responds, grabbing your attention. “I’m Jake,” he says, reaching his hand out to you. You take it slowly, eyes making their way back to his face. Up close, you can see the little imperfections on his skin, but you adore them. He’s so beautiful, but so real at the same time. His hand is warm in yours, and you feel almost overwhelmed simply by being in his presence. Then, you remember that he introduced himself.

“Jake,” you repeat, “I’m Y/N.”

He likes the way his name sounds coming from you, eyes lighting up when he hears it. He does the same for you, echoing your name. What once was anxiety and worry fades into a giddy feeling, leaving you eager to talk to him. “It’s nice to meet you,” you say, cringing at the excitement evident in your voice, but Jake finds it cute, and assuring for his own worries. “Likewise,” he responds.

Time goes by all too fast when you talk to him. One topic leads to another, the conversation as if you’d had it before. There’s no awkward pauses or forced interest. It’s genuine, the both of you simply excited to talk to each other.

“It was so embarrassing,” you groan, referring to your mishap with the water bottle earlier. “It was not,” Jake argues, the cutest laugh finding its way out of him. “I didn’t think it was. S’Just a human moment,” he explains, and even though he’s laughing, you feel genuinely reassured, and find it hard to feel embarrassed. “I suppose,” you begin, looking up at him, and willingly making eye contact with him, “Had I not dropped the bottle, this wouldn’t have happened,” you suggest, gesturing between yourself and him. He tilts his head questioningly in response.

He looks at you differently now, in a way that kills the butterflies and replaces them with something stronger.

“Really?” he asks, eyes locked on yours. You could melt into the floor right now, beneath him, all because of his pretty brown eyes. “I mean,” you shrug, “I’m not used to people, especially guys, wanting to talk to me,” you explain. Jake’s brows furrow slightly, his lips threatening to form a frown.

“Can I be honest?” He asks, leaning in just a little closer. Your breath hitches as he grabs your hand, calloused fingertips against your palm. “Yeah,” you respond, curious as to what he’s going to say.

As he opens his mouth to talk, someone calls his name. A taller boy appears next to him — he looks similar to Jake. His hair is longer, his face shape is different, but their nose and lips are similar. “They’re calling us,” he says, pulling Jake in the direction that the other two boys already began going. With no other option, Jake began walking away. Hee looks back at you with an apologetic smile, and offers a small wave as he disappears around the corner.

Your heart sinks as you come down from whatever high he’d ascended to with you. You worry that you won’t get to talk to him again, that you won’t ever know what he was going to tell you. That worry plagues you throughout the day, and you find that even during the interview, you weren’t uncomfortable under all the lights, far too lost in your concern to care.

When dismissed, you’d go back to the lobby and search for Jake.

“What’s she doing?” Lucy would ask Julien and Phoebe, expecting her bandmates to have some idea. “Looking for uh — Jake, I think it was? The one wearing a slutty button up, only had like two buttons done,” Julien explains, making pheobe giggle to herself. Lucy simply nods, and before anything else can be said, Jake comes up from behind you.

He waves at your bandmates, and the three nod in response, like the four of them silently communicated. Like his own band members had done earlier, the three girls step away, and do their own things for the time being.

That’s when Jake taps your shoulder, startling you unintentionally. “Sorry,” he says with a soft chuckle, smiling when you whip your head around. “Oh my god,” you say, more relieved than you imagined you’d be. “It’s okay,” you assure him almost immediately, and without thinking, reach forward to hug him. That’s all to do with feeling like you know him, like this isn’t the first day you met him.

He doesn’t mind it though. In fact, his heart soars at the gesture, and he wraps his arms around you, squeezing your shoulders. “Sorry,” you apologize in the same manner he did, stepping back. “Don’t be,” he responds, grabbing your hand to stop you from going too far away. “That was cute,” he thinks out loud, and you can tell that he’s unsure about his confession, his cheeks reddening. It makes you giggle, feeling flustered once again, thanks to him.

The two of you take a moment, letting all the emotions and chaos settle, before resuming your talk. Outside, the sun is beginning to go down, and a golden hue shines through every window it can. When a ray of light shines on Jake, you can’t help but admire him. He’s so beautiful. Even his imperfections are pretty, you think to yourself, then come back to reality as the light shifts, moving away from him.

“What was it you were going to say earlier, by the way?” you ask, gazing up at him with curious eyes. He chuckles faintly, like your question caught him off guard. He hides it, but the truth is it did catch him off guard. In the moment, he wasn’t thinking too much about it, but now, he feels a bit silly, thinking about what he was going to say. Nonetheless, he’s peaked your curiosity now. “Just,” he clears his throat, smiling bashfully. “If you hadn’t come my way, I would have made my own way to you. We would have talked one way or another- I had my mind made up,” he explains.

You don’t know how you didn’t piece that together. As that statement settles in your mind, you feel a new cluster of butterflies coming to life again, and you can’t help but smile. “Are you serious?” you ask. He nods eagerly, “Yes! I would have marched over to you,” he puffs his chest and imitates marching, showing a playful side of himself that you hadn’t seen yet. “And I probably would have made an idiot of myself,” he says, grinning widely as you laugh at him.

“Well, thank god I made an idiot out of myself with the water bottle, so you didn’t have to,” you hum teasingly, and he squeezes your hand slightly. “Thank you, indeed,” he muses, bowing to you. When he stays in that position for just a moment longer than you’d expect, your brows furrow. His intentions are revealed when he looks up at you through his lashes, then brings your hand to his lips and kisses the back of your hand.

If anyone but Jake Kiszka did that, you might be inclined to cringe, but that’s not the case. It’s Jake Kiskza doing it, and it makes you flush, your skin heating up impossibly more. Can he give you a break? (Truthfully, you don’t want one, not from Jake, but he doesn’t need to know that.)

He stands up straight, his cheeks reddening even more. You make a mental note of that characteristic: every time he’s bold, he second guesses himself, like he’s trying not to break character but can’t help it. You can see how he holds back a smile, and find it ridiculously cute.

“Do you have plans tonight?” Jake asks after a few moments of silence, and you give him a questioning look. “No, why?” “I wanted to ask if you’d like to go out to dinner with me,” he says. Before he can even worry about what you might say, you’re eagerly taking him up on the offer. The last thing you expected today was this, but here you are, arm linked with his as he guides you out of the building. (After letting your band mates know the plan, of course.)

Dinner went smoothly. To be fair, you hadn’t doubted that. You genuinely felt comfortable with Jake, and that didn’t change over the course of the night. In fact, you found yourself so eager to continue getting to know him, that you made plans for the following days while you’re in Nashville, before you’ll inevitably have to return to work. You chose to ignore that, but the dark cloud of reality lingered in the back of your mind.

You also got his number. He jokingly took a picture of you, then sent it to you, along with the text “I know where you are.”

“Very funny, Jake,” you rolled your eyes at him, sending him the eye rolling emoji as a response. He grinned at you from his side of the table, nudging his foot against yours teasingly. His eyes remained on you, and he noticed your expression change as you stared at your screen. “What’s wrong?” he’d ask softly, and you’d debate mentally whether you should be honest or not. However, when you looked up to see him leaning forward, genuinely concerned, you knew there was no backing out of it. “I just look…not great in that picture,” you explain reluctantly.

Jake processed your confession. He disagreed completely, but he knows what it’s like to feel insecure, and that he can’t easily change your mind. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, taking a sip of his drink. “I thought she looked super cute. I wish I could get her number or something,” he joked, winking subtly at you.

You couldn’t help, but smile. He’s charming, to say the least. “You’ve got jokes, don’t you, Kiskza?” you mumbled, unable to let your sadness take over when Jake made you feel so much better with only a small amount of reassurance.

That night, Jake would return you safely to your hotel, and bid you goodnight with a respectful kiss to your cheek. You’d think about it for the remainder of the night, and surely that would follow into the morning.

It does follow you into the morning. As you brushed your teeth, you found your mind traveling back in time, desperate to relive that moment, to feel his lips again. Then, when your phone buzzed, and you saw Jake’s contact name appear on screen, you began thinking about how today would go. No matter what you were thinking, Jake was involved.

Three days seemed initially like a decent amount of time to explore Nashville, when it was going to be with your bandmates, but now that you’re spending those days with Jake…it doesn’t seem like nearly enough time.

You ease your worry about the future by reminding yourself that it’s only the first day, and there’s still time to spend with him. You should enjoy it as much as you can, so you do your best to live in the moment.

That being said, your first adventure begins with a coffee shop. Jake, being the gentleman he is, opens the door for you, and follows behind you as you walk into the cafe. He places a delicate hand on your mid back as you walk towards the counter, careful not to make you uncomfortable. It makes you smile to yourself, knowing he’s so concerned about it.

“You can relax,” you tell him softly, looking at his side profile. “I am relaxed,” he responds, avoiding your gaze when you cock a brow at him. “Tell that to yourself,” you tease, and before he can respond, it’s your turn to order. You skim over the menu, and even though you’re tempted to get something you haven’t had before, you end up getting the same thing you’d order at any coffee shop. Jake follows, asking for a black coffee.

Before you could even unzip your wallet, Jake hands his own card to the cashier, thanking the employee his card is returned. Then, Jake returns his hand to your back, and guides you towards a table. You’d been eyeing this particular spot since you entered the cafe, but hadn’t said anything about it. He has a way of observing people, and despite how closely he’s analyzing them, they don’t notice.

You reach the table, and Jake, showing his gentlemanly side for the third time today, pulls the chair out for you. “Thank you,” you smile at him, then lean in to kiss his cheek sweetly, like he’d done to you the previous night. You can see his eyes widen behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses, and the unmissable rosey shade that paints his cheeks as he sits down. You grin to yourself, proud of your achievement— if you can call it that.

“Your welcome,” he says, clearing his throat in an attempt to return to his usual demeanor. He takes his glasses off, squinting as he adjusts to the lighting within the cafe. He folds his glasses carefully, then hangs them on his shirt. Like yesterday, he’s wearing another button up. This time, you find that there’s a few more buttons done, and snicker to yourself at the memory of Julien calling his shirt “slutty”.

“What?” Jake inquires, folding his arms on the table. You look at him, and even though you’ve done it countless times over the past 24 hours, your heart flutters when you make eye contact with him. The lighting shines on him again, and it allows you to see the exact shade of his irises. They’re a honey-like brown, and as cliche as it is, you could get lost in them.

“If you must know,” you start to answer his question, and ironically, before you can finish your sentence, his name is called, signaling that your drinks are ready. You watch as he politely excuses himself, then walks to the counter. You take in the view of his backside, but find what you focus on most, is his hair.

It’s already a mess in the back, the strands untamed and tangled likely from how much he messes with it. Somehow, it’s so Jake, and you like it- you like him.

When he returns, he sets your cup down first, then settles back into his own seat. “Thank you again,” you hum, taking a sip of your coffee. You don’t know what you expected, but it isn’t this. The coffee isn’t bad persay, but it doesn’t quite meet your expectations. You stare at Jake as he takes a sip of his own drink, and cock a brow. “Have you been here before?” you ask, and he begins to smile.

“Not even once,” he responds with his lips still pressed to his cup, and you scoff. “You should have told me that! I want to experience the good stuff,” you explain, and he laughs as he sets his cup down. “This is good,” he gestures to his drink, and you roll your eyes. “You know what I meant- you’re the one who lives here. Surely, you know some good spots?”

“I’d like to think that,” he muses. “To be honest, I wanted you to pick because this is your experience, you know? I didn’t want to take over and show you things only i’m interested in,” he explains. “You’re so considerate,” you mumble, almost to yourself rather than to him. He has a way of making you feel so important, like he genuinely cares — and even though you may not realize, he does care.

Jake sits across from you, staring at you with admiration he only hopes you’ll be able to see, and in his mind, he dreads the moment you have to leave. Like you’d done in the morning, he tells himself to just enjoy the moment, but how can he when he knows the inevitable ending? Well, thinks he knows.

“There’s a place I think we’ll both like, it’s not far from here,” Jake says, and you smile slightly. You almost expected him to insist that it be about you, and while you’d have appreciated the intent behind that, you want to get to know him better, and therefore you want to know what he likes, even if you don’t like it. So, you lean forward, making your interest clear.

He smiles slightly, the same way you do. “It’s within walking distance. It’s just a guitar shop, but there’s some pretty cool stuff in there. I don’t know if you’re big on souvenirs, but they might have something you like.”

“I’m in,” you hum happily, pleased with the new plan. Jake nods his head, and both of you sit for a while longer, before deciding you’re ready to go.

One thing about Jake is that he acts cool. He is cool, but not in the way he portrays. From afar, he seems like the kind of guy who’s sure of himself, so much so that those around him can hardly tolerate it. You’ve quickly learned that to be far from the truth, though, because here is, worked up about touching you. Even earlier, when he put his hand on your back, he was concerned about it. You thought that he’d realize then that it didn’t bother you, but now, you see that isn’t the case. So, to ease his worries, like he’s done for you a few times already, you take matters into your own hands.

“Jake,” you say, looking over at him. He turns his head to you, eyes covered by the aforementioned dark lenses of his glasses. “Hold my hand?” you ask, extending your arm towards him. He’s taken aback, but almost instinctively takes your hand in his, and laces his fingers with yours. You smile to yourself, both proudly and giddily. The butterflies make their return, and unbeknownst to you, Jake feels them too.

— 🎶🎸

The guitar shop is as you pictured it: Jake-esque. While you sat in the cafe, you built an image of the store in your mind. Now, standing in the store, hand still in Jake’s, it looks very similar to that. “I can see why you like it,” you comment, looking around. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Jake teases, feigning offense. You return your curious eyes to him, giving him an unamused expression. He smiles to himself then lifts your intertwined hands, pointing to a guitar that’s displayed on the wall.

He glances at your hands momentarily, the smile unable to leave his face. It’s a subtle smile, the corners of his lips pulled upwards. He’s content, genuinely happy.

“You see the purple guitar?” You nod in response. Jake would then tell you about it’s origin, and that would lead to the both of you making your way around the store, pointing out different guitars and listing whatever random facts you knew — ones that other people likely wouldn’t get.

Jake never had a problem with his previous partners not knowing much about guitars — or instruments in general — but he finds himself admiring your knowledge. It’s something he didn’t realize he wanted, but now that he has it…

At some point, you’d broken your hold of one another’s hand, and you made your way to the records. Jake had flipped through them a number of times, having almost memorized every one. Since he’s come here so often, he’s befriended the owner of the store, who promised Jake that he’ll be the first to know when they get new records in. So, while you look through them, Jake travels the small isles of items that are right in front of the vinyl display.

He travels the familiar walkways, scanning over the items. It isn’t until he reaches the end of the isle that he spots something new, and he disappears from your view when he makes it to the endcap. It’s not that you feel unsafe in the store, but something about knowing he’s right there made you feel extra secure. Nevertheless, you brush it off and grab your second vinyl, tucking it in your arm.

Meanwhile, Jake scans the newly stocked picks, taking his time to look at them. One of them, and he chuckles about this, has “I pick you” engraved on it. While he thinks it’s cheesy — wouldn’t anyone? — he still plucks it off of the hook, and holds it in a way that you won’t see it. As he rounds the corner, you’re already coming down the isle, looking for him.

“Hi,” you chirp, startled by his sudden appearance. You notice the way he shifts his hand, and he notices your questioning look. Before you can actually ask anything, he starts talking. “You know what? You never told me what was so funny earlier.” He’s referring to the cafe, where you’d been cut off by your order being called. Despite your curiosity, you choose to leave it be, deciding it may be something personal.

“I don’t know if you’d find it funny,” you say, grinning mischievously. He cocks a brow, then gestures his hand towards you, as to say “Go on.” You shift the records, holding them carefully in front of yourself. “Well, I was looking at your shirt this morning, then remembered my band mate referring to your shirt from yesterday as ‘slutty’,” you explain. “You’re more modest today,” you hum, pointing at his shirt. He looks down, then at you. “My apologies,” he says, before unbuttoning two of the buttons swiftly.

“Oh my god, Jake,” you turn away from him, your cheeks heating up. You’re unable to hold back your laugh, due to the absurdity of his actions. “I can’t take you anywhere,” you joke, still turned away from the man. He places his hand on the small of your back, stepping closer to you. “Sure you can,” he responds, and you look back at him, gazing into his eyes. It’s a silent exchange of words. You’d take him everywhere, if you could, and he would happily go with you.

You eventually find your way to the register, where you place the two records down on the counter. The elderly man behind the counter takes them and scans them, sliding the packaged vinyls into a paper bag, with a list of ways to reuse it printed on the front and back, and a larger print of “Thank You” on the bottom. He hands you the bag, and while you’re taking it, Jake sets the guitar pick down on the side of the register that you can’t see. The urge to ask about the item only gets stronger, but the idea that it may be personal keeps popping up in your head as well. So, you stick with minding your business.

After leaving the guitar shop and trying to decide where you’d go next, you got a message from Phoebe.

(Pheobe) Plan on hanging out with Jake all day?

Depends. Do my girls need me?

(Pheobe) Need? no. Want? Miss? Love? Yes. We just wanna have you back for a little while. Julien found this antique shop, we all agreed that it’s right up your alley.

Okay. I’ll let Jake know. See you in a bit <3

While Jake didn’t exactly want you to go, he was more than understanding about it. Thus, he returned you to your friends, leaving you with another kiss on the cheek and sweet smile. The only difference this time, was that it took longer for him to let go of you. Not long enough for anyone else to notice, but you did notice, and you’d think about it for the rest of the day.

Speaking of “the rest of the day”, you didn’t intend to spend all of it with your friends. You figured you’d go to the antique shop, then return to Jake, but that isn’t the case.

Instead, you’d go to multiple stores, then find yourself in a resturaunt you don’t even know the name of, and from the looks of it, a bar will be in the mix of activities.

“Wait, this looks kind of cool,” Phoebe says, eyes lighting up as she scrolls through the pictures of the bar. When she finds one she particularly likes, she presents her phone screen to you, Julien, and Lucy.

The three of you examine the picture, then Lucy reaches out to swipe through them. It looks like a good time, and it seems that Lucy and Julien think the same. So, you pull put your phone to text Jake.

Hey, Jakey. I don’t think we’ll be able to hang out again tonight. The girls wanna go to a bar, and I don’t want to dissapoint them. I’m sorry 😕❤️

Jake has never been the mind of person to be attatched to his phone, not if it weren’t for something serious, but as soon as he sees his screen light up, signaling that there’s a new notification, he grabs the device. He smiles as he reads your contact name, then opens the message. He reads it not once, not twice, but three times…all because you called him “Jakey”. He’s been called that before, quite commonly, but it feels different when you say it. He can’t describe it, but he can’t deny that he likes it. He reads the message once again, before finally responding to you.

Don’t be sorry, I completely understand. Just have a good time and stay safe, okay? There’s always tomorrow.

It’s ironic that he says “always.” You know what he means, but you can’t help but think about the inevitable future that draws closer and closer. For the next two days, that statement applies, but then what? The longer you think about it, the more sad you begin to feel, so you quickly respond to him, then put your phone away and return your focus to the girls.

Suddenly, the bar idea sounds much more appealing.

The next morning would be rough. You’d wake up with a ridiculous headache, fully feeling the effects of your night out. You hadn’t drank a ton, but it was enough to make the trip from your bed to the shower, and the shower itself, feel nearly impossible. It wouldn’t be until

after your shower, breakfast, water, and advil, that you’d feel better.

You’d left your phone on the nightstand, and coincidentally, as you grabbed it for the first time, it began to ring. Jake’s contact name appears on your screen, and despite being taken aback by it, you answer the call and put him on speaker. “Sorry for the random call,” he begins, clearing his throat on the other end of the phone. “Don’t be sorry,” you respond, laying on your bed, and looking out of the hotel window. It takes up almost the whole wall, and your view isn’t bad. You can see the mountains way off in the distance, and the sky is a pretty shade of blue, with the sun shining brightly in the clouds.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” Jake states, making your brows furrow. “Why?” you ask, genuinely confused. You told him you were going out, right? “I asked if you’d tell me when you got back to the hotel, you didn’t respond,” he explains. You grab your phone and open his messages, only to find that he had in fact asked you that. It was delivered around ten. “God, Jake, i’m sorry. I don’t even know what time it was when we got back…i’m really sorry,” you say, beginning to feel rather guilty.

“Hey, hey,” his voice is almost as soft through the phone, but not as clear as it is in person. It still puts you at ease when he reassures you. “Don’t be sorry, you’re safe, right?” he asks, and you smile to yourself. “Mhm,” you hum. “Just battling hangover,” you say, only slightly joking. Jake laughs, and it makes your smile grow wider. It’s unique, a laugh you haven’t heard before, but one you adore. “Party hard last night, then?” He asks, and you chuckle dully.

“You could say that,” you reply, the both of you falling quiet. A few moments later, Jake starts talking again. “Do you have any plans for today?” He asks. As far as you know, the other girls agreed that they wanted to do their own things today, and you imagine that applies to you as well. “Not unless you want to see me again,” you say boldly, and even though you can’t see it, Jake smiles widely.

“So, you do have plans, then…because I do want to see you,” he responds to you in the same tone you did with him, but it makes your heart flutter when he does it. “What are my plans then, Jakey?” you ask, making no attempt to mask your happiness. The nickname catches Jake off guard, and he wishes he could go back in time and hear you say it again…and again. He clears his throat, “I suppose that’s up to you. I’m gonna imagine you don’t wanna run around too much today, with your hangover and all.”

He’s right. Hangover aside, you’re physically tired from all the running around you’ve done the past few days. “I suppose,” you say, sitting up and swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, holding your phone in your hand. “I have two suggestions,” Jake says, and you hum in acknowledgement, letting him know that he has your attention.

“We could find some place to hang out, I know there’s some nice parks around…or, you could come to my place?” Hes hesitant with his second suggestion, worried that you may find the offer odd. He means no harm, though, and you know it. Your silence lingers just a little long, and Jake adds, “My brothers will be here, but you don’t have to worry about them. I can ask them to leave or something,” he explains.

“You don’t have to make them leave. I think it’d be cool to meet them,” you respond as you stand up, searching for the comfy pair of shoes you packed. “Really?” you can hear the growing excitement in his voice, and almost see his eyes light up. “Yeah,” you chirp, a permanent smile on your lips as you talk to him. “Just give me an address and I’ll head over.”

It goes silent as he texts you his address, and you glance at the notification when it pops up. “See you in,” you pause, opening google maps and clicking “Start” to see how long it will take to get there, “twenty minutes,” you finish, then gather your other important items as you walk to the door. “See you then, Y/N,” Jake says excitedly. Shortly after, you hang up the phone and make your way to your car, then begin the drive to Jake’s house.

In theory, twenty minutes is a short period of time, but in reality, given the right circumstances, it seems much longer. The drive to Jake’s house leaves you with your thoughts, mostly about him, but a few taunting ones of how meeting his brothers may go. You’re almost certain that they’ll be just as welcoming as Jake is, but a part of you isn’t sure what to expect. Worries aside, you miss Jake - even if it had only been a short period of time since you last saw the brunette boy.

You glance at your phone, following the blue line that’s guided you this far. At last, you’re on his street. He lives in a seemingly small suburb, and you get the vibe that everyone living her is part of a small community, all of them acquainted with each other. You slow to a stop as your map shows you’re at the right house, and as you scan the outside of it, you can’t help but notice the Jeep truck sitting in the driveway. You wonder if it’s Jake’s, but something tells you that isn’t likely.

You grab your phone off of its stand and open your messages with Jake, typing a quick message to let him know that you’re here.

While the message is delivered to him, you gather your things and get out of your car, locking it on the way to the front door. You walk up the steps leading to his porch, taking in the decoration on the outside of the home. String lights hang from the roof of the porch, and in the corner sits a table with 4 chairs surrounding it. You picture Jake sitting there, likely with his guitar in his lap, and it makes you smile briefly, soothing your nerves.

When you turn your attention to the door and lift your hand to knock, seeing as it’s been longer than you expected, the door opens. Much to your relief, Jake steps out of the house, and you’re hit with a warm, cozy, and somehow crisp, citrusy scent. It’s all things fall, and butterflies start fluttering in your stomach when Jake wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a gentle hug. “I missed you,” he says quietly, his mouth close to your ear as he leans down to be closer to you. You nuzzle your cheek against his shoulder as you squeeze him, relaxing in his hold. “I missed you more,” you say, half-joking, half-serious.

“Debatable,” he responds as he pulls back, a relaxed, sweet smile playing on his pink lips. Then, he steps back and pushes the door open widely, inviting you inside. You step into his house slowly, still trying to prepare yourself to meet the rest of his band. The inside of his home is as you expected it to be, much like the guitar shop had been. On the wall sits a number of displayed records, and much of the decor in the house is woodland-ish. Leaves hang in almost every corner, and on window sills, well kempt plants sit. You could see yourself already warming up to it.

Before you can say anything else to Jake, one of the aforementioned brothers is coming your way. He wears a sweet smile, one that may be arguably more sweet than Jake’s, with a gap in between his teeth, and bright eyes. He looks incredibly similar to Jake, in terms of their facial features, with practically the same lips and nose. “I’m Josh,” he introduces himself with a playful bow, making you smile. If it were anyone else, you’d be inclined to stand there awkwardly, but his aura tells you to match his energy.

So, you smile back at him when he stands up, and do a curtesy. “I’m Y/N,” you say, and he gestures to Jake, “I know. He won’t shut up about you,” Josh says theatrically, his hands moving in all different directions. Jake shoots him an unamused look, but it’s obvious that it’s all in good fun - they’re close, anyone would know. The longer you have to look at Josh, the more you start to question if they’re twins. You hadn’t looked anything up, but you hadn’t asked Jake about it either.

Before you can mention that, though, the other two that complete the group find their way into the living room. You find that Jake and Josh are in fact twins, and the one you’d seen a few days prior, is their little brother, Sam. Then, there’s Danny, who may not be blood related, but is a brother all the same. Even in a short period of time, you can see just how close they are, and it warms your heart.

After some time, once all the awkwardness of first impressions and what-not faded away, you find yourself in their backyard, sitting around their fire pit. Music plays from inside the house, and everyone has a drink in their hand. You fit right into their group, bits and pieces of your personality mixing well with each of theirs.

You’d also meet Sam’s sweet dog, Rosie, who’d sit next to you the whole time you were there.

“I’m gonna get another drink,” you say, mostly to Jake, as the other boys were mid conversation. Jake nods, but grabs your wrist when you stand up. “I want to give you something,” he says, looking up at you. Your eyes meet his, and you swear you feel a whole new wave of…love. You love Jake, and you realize it in this moment. “Okay,” is all you respond, quietly. Jake stands, then guides you back into the house. You quickly refill your cup, then take Jake’s hand as he guides you through his home.

Your brows furrow in confusion, but you don’t say anything. He walks down the hallway and stops at the last room, opening the door for you like he’d done when he invited you into the house. You step into the room, and quickly realize it to be his. You don’t have much time to look around before Jake gets your attention, smiling nervously. “I got you this- at the guitar store,” he says, and holds the small item out to you.

It’s a guitar pick, but on it, is engraved ‘I pick you’. It makes you chuckle, almost exactly as Jake did when he looked at it - that makes him

smile. Your chuckle slowly turns into an amused giggle. “It’s so cheesy,” you say, and even though Jake knows that, he feigns offense. He snatches it from your grasp, “Well if you don’t like it, I can take it back…” He suggests, leaving you to feign offense. “I didn’t say that,” you scold him, taking the pick back. “I said that it’s cheesy…but I love it,” you hum, smiling at him as you clutch it within your hand.

“Thank you, Jakey,” you say, leaning in to kiss his cheek, dangerously close to his lips. It catches him off guard, evident in the way his cheeks redden. “Yeah,” he clears his throat, “Your welcome. I’m glad you like it,” he says, a timid smile playing on his expression.

“Do you want to go back outside? I don’t want to stop you from hanging out with the boys- if that’s what you want to do,” Jake asks, and you think about it for a moment. You step closer to Jake, setting the guitar pick carefully on the dresser that’s next to you. “I like them, don’t get me wrong…but I want to spend time with you,” you say honestly. You adore his brothers, especially Josh, but with such limited time, you want to soak up as much of Jake as you can. You support your words by wrapping your arms loosely around his torso, looking up at him.

Jake wraps an arm around your shoulder, gently pulling you into him. You rest your head on your chest, inhaling his scent. Cologne lingers on his exposed skin, a scent you can’t quite describe, but you like it. You stand quietly, snuggling further into Jake when he wraps his other arm around your shoulder. You both are thinking about the same thing - how you have to leave him in just over a day’s time. “I don’t want to leave,” you murmur, and Jake sighs, shoulders slumping. “I don’t want you to leave either,” he says quietly. Mindlessly, you begin swaying side to side with one another, the music coming from the living room just loud enough to be faintly heard in Jake’s room.

The song that was playing ends, then a new one begins. A smile forms on your lips when you recognize the song. It’s “Leather and Lace” by Stevie Nicks and Don Henley.

You close your eyes, enjoying this moment. It isn’t until Jake lifts his head that you open your eyes, to look at him. Your brows furrow slightly, and when Jake leans in, you swear your heart stops. His nose brushes against yours, and you can feel his breath gently fan over your skin. “Can I kiss you?” he asks, and you find yourself unable to speak, so you nod, letting your eyes flutter shut as he presses his lips against yours.

🎶 Still I carry this feeling

when you walked into my house

that you won’t be walking out the door

lovers forever, face to face 🎶

You melt into him, into the kiss, your lips molding together perfectly as you kiss. You lift one hand to cup the back of his neck, drawing him in impossibly closer. He cups your cheek, his thumb soothing over the skin as he deepens the kiss. Your heart pounds in your chest, rapidly beating with love radiating off of it - all for Jake.

🎶 My city or mountains

Stay with me Stay

I need you to love me

I need you today 🎶

You pull away only when your lungs begin to burn, but you keep him close, noses nuzzled together as you catch your breath. Jake presses his forehead against yours, and you’re both lost in this haze, one that could only be created by the both of you, never matched by another.

🎶 Give to me your leather

Take from me, my lace 🎶

— 🎶🎸

Neither of you knew what to say about the kiss, so you didn’t say anything. You let it be what it was, and you both enjoyed it- enjoyed is an understatement, but with all the words in the english language, you could think of any to really describe it.

By the end of the night, you’d be sitting around a campfire, snuggled into Jake’s side. Josh and Sam are debating something you can’t figure out, as they’ve strayed far away from the original subject. Daniel sits across from you, eyes flickering between the two boys, and he chuckles to himself here and there. Jake’s arm is rested over your waist, hand sprawled over your hip. He entertains Josh and Sam’s ridiculous hypothetical questions, fueling the fire that keeps their debate going strong.

You pull your phone out of your pocket, responding to the group chat that includes you, Julien, Lucy, and Pheobe.

Pheobe: What’s everyone’s plans for the night?

Lucy: I don’t have anything specific planned

Julien: Me neither

You: Same for me, but I am NOT going to another bar lol

Pheobe: Jokes on you, I wasn’t even thinking about that. I just wanted to check in with everyone. How’s it going at Jake’s?

You: Good. :) I’m having fun

Pheobe: We’ll leave you to that then. Be safe and keep us updated 🫶🏻

You: I will 🩷

You put your phone away, returning your attention to the boys surrounding you. The fire crackles quietly as it begins to die, and Josh and Sam have finally relaxed.

“I think i’m gonna call it a night. At least go inside, the bugs are killing me,” Daniel says as he stands up, stretching his arms above his head. “Already?” Sam asks, and Daniel looks at him with an expression you can only assume Sam sees often. Especially with knowing they’ve been friends for so long, and Sam is clearly the more unhinged of the two. “No fun.”

You chuckle at their banter, watching as Sam follows Daniel inside like a puppy following its owner. “Goodnight!” Josh yells dramatically, and you’d know it’s him from a mile away. “Goodnight,” the two call as they head inside, closing the door behind themselves.

You smile to yourself, looking up at Jake. “Are you tired?” you ask, and he shrugs. “Only a little, why?” he asks, and you hum, resting your head back on his chest. “I don’t want to keep you up if you’re ready to go to bed or something,” you say, skin tingling when Jake’s hand soothes over your back.

He chuckles, chest moving beneath you. “Don’t worry about me,” he assures you, coming his fingers through the ends of your hair. “What about you? Are you tired?” He asks, and you shake your head. A comfortable silence forms between you, Jake, and Josh who still sits across from you.

Josh, unsurprisingly, is the one to break the silence. “I hate to ask a dim question,” he says genuinely, eyes flickering between you and Jake, “but when do you head out? Jake mentioned that you’re only visiting.”

The question is dim. It’s like a cloud forms above you and Jake, threatening to rain on the sunshine you crated together.

“Day after tomorrow,” you respond quietly. “We’ll spend most of tomorrow packing up, and then leave early Sunday,” you explain. Josh nods, then you feel Jake pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. He keeps his lips pressed there, sighing into your hair.

“Well,” Josh stands suddenly, stretching in almost the same exact way Daniel had done earlier. “I’ll leave you two to yourselves,” he jestures to you both, giving you a small smile before he heads inside. “Goodnight,” you say, smiling when Josh yells it back from inside the house. He’s quite the character, the complete opposite from his twin brother.

“This is random, but do you want to stay the night?” Jake asks. Your eyes go wide, and you lift your head to look at him with furrowed brows. “Seriously?” you ask, not even sure if he actually said what you think he said.

Truth be told, the thought crossed your mind shortly after you kissed him in his bedroom, but you didn’t say anything. So, now that he’s offering, you don’t hesitate to take him up on it.

— 🎶🎸

It wouldn’t be until midnight that you’d find your way into the house, finally calling it a night. Jake shuts off the lights while you venture to his room and wait for him.

His footsteps are light as he comes down the hallway, and he carefully shuts the door behind himself as he enters the room. He brushes a hand through his hair as he walks to his closet and opens the door, seemingly searching for something specific.

“Whatcha looking for?” you ask curiously, standing in front of his dresser on the other side of the room. “I swear I have an air mattress somewhere in here,” Jake responds, digging through his items. You nod, even though he’s turned away from you. “Can I sit on your bed?” you ask, catching Jake’s gaze when he looks over his shoulder at you. “What kinda question is that?” he asks, turning around with an amused smile, the folded air mattress in his hands.

Jake crouches down to start inflating the matress, the electric pump loud as it does it’s job. As the matress slowly expands, Jake gets up and walks to his bathroom, where he turns on the light and digs through the drawers, before pulling out a new, packaged tooth brush. “You can use this,” he says, setting it on the bathroom counter before coming back out. He examines your outfit, taking note of your jeans.

“I’m sorry for asking you to spend the night on such short notice, didn’t mean for you to not have any clothes,” Jake says, genuinely apologetic as he talks. You smile slightly, taking his hand when he’s close enough for you to do so. “It’s okay, I’m just glad to be here,” you say, gently pulling him down to kiss his cheek. You want more - you want to kiss him, to cuddle with him, whatever he’d be willing to give, but you refrain.

He smiles in response to the kiss, nuzzling his nose against yours. “I’m glad you’re here too,” he says, giving your hand a soft squeeze before he steps back. He steps over the matress, then opens one of the dresser drawers. He pulls out two pairs of sweatpants, you notice. The realization that he’ll probably offer you a pair makes your heart sink. Up until this point, your insecurities surrounding your weight hadn’t crossed your mind, but now, you feel like you’re sinking in a pool of worries.

You bite anxiously at your bottom lip as Jake pulls the pump out of the air matress, then makes sure no air is escaping it, before he sets the pump to the side. Then, he grabs the dreaded pair of pants, and turns to you.

“Do you want to borrow a pair? I doubt your jeans are comfortable enough to sleep in.”

He means well, you know it. You also know that he is the last person who would judge you, but you can’t seem to believe that in this moment. Jake reads your expression, the worry evident on your face. His brows knit together with concern, and he sinks to his knees in front of you. “Hey,” he says softly, setting the pants beside you as he cups your cheek. “I’m assuming you’re worried they won’t fit?” he asks, and you’re slightly taken aback that he figured it out so easily, but nod nevertheless. He nods, taking your hand in his, while the other remains delicately placed on your cheek.

“You know it’s not a big deal if they don’t fit, right? There’s nothing wrong with you, it just means the pants don’t fit. That’s all, okay?” he assures you, looking up at you with a love in his eyes that you can’t comprehend. Slowly, you nod. “It’s just,” you sigh, letting your head fall back as you fight your own emotions. Jake brings his hand from your cheek and down to your lap, where he takes your other hand as well. “It’s just?” he prompts.

“I know it’s okay if they don’t fit, but it’s embarrassing,” you say, refusing to look at him, because you don’t think you’d be able to contain your emotions if you did. “Says who?” he asks, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. “It’s not embarrassing,” he says, and you finally look at him. “I’ve had tons of instances where pants didn’t fit, especially recently. I may not be in the exact same position as you, but I do understand how it feels,” he explains in a gentle tone. “I just want you to feel comfortable, to be comfortable. You’re safe with me,” he says.

You can’t say anything. The lump in your throat is harsh, so much so you can’t even swallow it. Instead of trying to talk, you nod slowly, letting Jake know that you understand. He smiles at you, then stands up and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“So, do you wanna try the pants?” he asks, and the expression on his face makes you giggle quietly. “I guess,” you respond reluctantly, taking them out of his hand, before going to the bathroom to change.

You brush your teeth first, unsure of what to expect with the pants. However, you find out that they actually fit fine — they’re not loose, but not snug, and certainly more comfortable than your jeans.

When you walk out of the bathroom, Jake is laying a. comforter over the air matress, and adjusting the pillows he put on it. He changed as well, now wearing sweatpants much like yours, and a black, long sleeve, Paul Mccartney shirt. You’re examining the design when he stands up straight, then turns to you. He eyes you, a smile forming on his lips. “They fit okay?” he asks, and you nod, smiling back at him.

“I was serious, by the way. If you want my bed, please take it,” Jake says gesturing to his bed. Your eyes flicker to the bed, then to him, then to the matress, and finally find themselves focused on him. “What if I said we could just share your bed,” you say, and Jake’s brows raise, his eyes widening slightly. “Really?” he asks, and you shrug. “Only if you’re comfortable with it,” you say, walking towards him.

“Oh, i’m definitely comfortable with it,” he grins, grabbing your hand to guide you to him faster. You rest your hands on his sides, and he wraps his arm around your shoulder, using the other to gesture to the air matress. “I’m a little disappointed that you’re gonna disregard my hard work, though,” he jokes, making you roll your eyes, but play along. “Then I should sleep on the air matress, right? Since you worked so hard on it?” you ask, giving him a taste of his own medicine, as this situation is very similar to the pick one.

“Or, we could share the bed, and just admire my hard work,” he says, and you can’t help but smile. “You’re something else,” you say, wrapping your arms around him. He grins, eyes becoming tired as the minutes pass and it gets later.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, catching you completely off guard. Your skin heats up, and when his nose brushes against yours, it takes all of your self control to not pull him greedily into you. “Thank you,” you whisper. He closes his eyes, and you follow, letting yours flutter shut, anticipating what comes next. His hands slide under yours, and he pulls you closer, hands pressed into the small of your back. Finally, he kisses you again, a pleased hum escaping you. He smiles slightly against your lips, before focusing.

There’s no sexual intent behind the kiss, despite the passion flowing between it. Like moths to a flame, you’re drawn to each other. You have been from the very moment you laid eyes on one another, and neither of you want that to change, but you know it will. So, you both hold on a little tighter, make the kiss last a little longer, and will relish in every minute spent together tonight, tomorrow, and until the very moment you have to say goodbye.

It’s like something you could only dream of, when you wake up next to Jake. He’s still peacefully asleep, his hair even messier than usual, sprawled across his pillow, his lashes casting a soft shadow on his precious cheeks, his pretty lips parted slightly, and soft snores coming from him. He lays on his stomach now, face turned towards you, and his arm brushing against yours.

You roll onto your side, careful not to disturb him as you do so. You stare at him shamelessly, admiring all the details on his face that you hadn’t noticed before. Gently, you push his hair out of his face, fingers getting caught in one of the tangles. He doesn’t react, much to your relief.

It isn’t until a few moments later that you hear clattering, faint as it is. Then, when you listen closer, you hear the voices of Sam, Daniel, and Josh. You smile to yourself, reminiscing the precious night as you grab your phone. You check the time, then open your group chat with Lucy, Pheobe, and Julien.

Lucy: No one needs to rush, but let’s not stay out too late tonight. We need to figure out what exactly we’re doing tomorrow.

Pheobe: Yeah, sounds good. Meet around 5? We can just meet at the hotel.

Julien: Sounds good to me. See you guys in a bit. Ily ❤️

Pheobe: Ilyt 🫶🏻

You smile to yourself at their messages, typing a quick one to let them know you’re on the same page. With a final look at Jake, you get up, stretching our your stuff limbs. Jake shuffles, turning his head to the other side, which reveals just how much of a mess his hair had become over the night. You shake your head, the smile growing on your lips.

You leave Jake’s room after brushing your teeth, in search of the other boys. “Hey, Y/N!” Sam calls, a wide grin on the younger boy’s lips as he walks past you, carrying his plate to the ouch. “Morning,” you respond, continuing into the kitchen where Josh and Danny are. “Good morning,” Josh says, taking your hand and twirling you around. You chuckle softly, playing along with him. “Good morning,” you say back, also gesturing to Danny, who smiles sweetly at you.

“I don’t know what you eat and don’t eat, but you’re more than welcome to have some,” Josh says, referring to the food he made - that must have been the clattering. “Are you sure?” you ask, while Josh hands you plate. “Absolutely! Eat all you’d like, mama,” he says, patting your back gently as he walks around the island to join Daniel on a bar stool.

With a small smile, you get your share of the food, and Join the two boys, sitting next to Josh, who sits in between you and Daniel. “Do you guys have any fun plans?” you ask, looking at the two. “Not particularly,” Daniel says, shrugging. “Sam and I were thinking about going to a new record store. It’s a bit of a drive though,” He explains while you nod along, and Josh eats his food.

“Most of the things I do are spontaneous,” Josh says, in a specific tone that only Josh can really do. You grin, “I bet.” You don’t know what reminds you of it, but something brings the Jeep to your mind. “Is the truck yours?” you ask. The way Josh’s lips tug into a smug grin tells you all you need to know. “It is,” he hums, “why? Do you like it?” “I don’t dislike it.”

In the midst of your conversation, while Josh tells you all the fun stories regarding his beloved truck, Jake comes into the living room. He can see you sitting with Josh and Daniel, and it makes his heart swoon. The domesticality of it, to be exact. It’s like you’ve been here for a long time, as opposed to one night. You fit right in, with him, and his brothers, and that’s all he can ask for. He makes his way to the kitchen, sliding onto the seat next to you, and placing his hand on your back.

You turn your attention to him. “Morning,” you mumble softly, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Sleep good?” you ask, and he nods, rubbing his eyes. “Best sleep i’ve had in a while, to be honest,” he says, and something about the sleepiness in his tone, the gentle rasp in his words, makes your heart swell. “I’m glad,” you respond, taking the last bite of your food. With your plate now empty, you begin to get off of the stool, with intentions of putting the dish in the sink. However, Daniel takes it from you. “I got it,” he says, stacking your plate on his.

You muttered a quiet ‘oh’. You’ve never had this before - you’ve had girl friends, of course, but it was rare that men were so sweet to you, and so genuine, but Jake’s brothers are exactly that. Being in Josh’s presence made your mood better, even when it was already good. Daniel, while not super talkative, has this warm, welcoming aura to himself. With Sammy, it’s endearing. Something about his personality makes you want to protect him, even if you don’t know him well. And, Jake…he’s something else, something you couldn’t dream of.

When you come back to reality, Daniel’s washing the dishes that had been dirtied throughout the morning, and Josh still sits next to you, scrolling through his phone. “Anything you want to do before you go?” Jake asks as he slides off of his seat, getting himself a cup of black coffee. You watch as he pours the steaming liquid into his mug, his fingers wrapped delicately around it. “Not really. I’m up for anything, even if that means hanging out here before I have to go back to the hotel. The girls said we need to meet around five.”

Jake nods, processing what you told him. It hits him now, that you have to leave soon. He masks his growing sadness, not wanting to make things any worse then they’ll already be.

— 🎶🎸

Shortly after breakfast, Daniel and Sam leave to go to the aforementioned record shop, and Josh to meet with his own partner, leaving you with Jake for the time being. It’s coming up on noon when you check the clock, and the dreaded moment only comes nearer. Everything feels right when you’re with Jake, when you’re with his friends, when you’re in Nashville - you’ve never felt so at peace, at home, as you do right in this moment, still sitting in the kitchen of Jake’s home.

Your eyes scan over Jake’s backside as he rinses out his empty mug, then lays it in the sink. His hair is still a mess from sleep, bit slightly tamed. He looks cozy, in a way, and that’s what drives you to slide off of your stool, and creep up behind him. You rest your hands on his back, letting him know you’re there, before you slide your arms around his waist and press your chest into his back. He’s as cozy as he looks, the warmth of his body radiating onto yours like a fireplace on a winter night.

Jake turns off the water and dries his hands before he places them atop yours, intertwining your fingers. You turn your head to rest your cheek against his back, the fabric of his shirt soft on your skin. “Gonna miss you,” you say quietly. It makes Jake frown slightly - the reminder that you’ll be gone tomorrow. You’re both dreading the moment you have to say goodbye.

“I’m gonna miss you too,” Jake responds as he maneuvers in your hold, spinning around to face you. Your arms remain around his waist, and his hands move to cup your cheeks. He caresses them delicately with his calloused thumbs, his eyes traveling slowly over your features. You follow his gaze, focused on all the little details within his pupils. Then, Jake gently squishes your cheeks within his hands, holding back a smile. You raise an eyebrow, silently asking him what he’s doing.

“You’re cute” is what he says, and it makes you roll your eyes, despite the annoying butterflies that flutter to live in your stomach, and swarm around your heart as he leans in to gently, lovingly kiss your forehead. You close your eyes as his lips linger on your skin, relishing in the soft feeling. Even in such a short time, you truly became attatched to one another. It isn’t rushed, you don’t mean for it to be, it’s just worked out this way, and you wish you could stay to see what could happen between you and Jake.

You sigh as he leans back, the feeling of his lips disappearing. You slowly peel your eyes open to meet his, mixed emotions hiding behind both of your gazes. “Is there anything you want to do, before you have to go?” Jake asks hesitantly, his voice soft as he speaks. “Not really,” you admit, “I just want to stay here, with you,” you say honestly, and lay your head on his chest, nuzzling into him.

He chuckles faintly and nods. “We can do that.”

— 🎶🎸

In a comfortable silence, you stood with Jake for a while longer.

Eventually, you find yourself on the couch in their living room, a guitar in your lap. You strum mindlessly while Jake makes some minor adjustments to the tune of his guitar, sitting across from you.

You can only assume it was Josh who opened all of the blinds, or perhaps Danny, considering it’s his plants that are on the window seal. Nevertheless, it’s allowed sunlight to be cast into the home, illuminating the living room and kitchen despite no other lights being on in the house. You can feel the warmth of the sun on your back, similar to when Jake hugs you- or touches you, at that.

“There we are,” Jake says to himself, once satisfied with his tuning work. “What do you want to play?” he asks you, guitar pick in hand, and his fingers resting on the fret board. You think to yourself, mentally rummaging through all the songs you know. Then, as you glance down at Jake’s hands, a thought pops into your mind. “Could you teach me one of yours?” you ask, gazing at him hopefully.

He tilts his head almost questioningly, but he understands what you’re asking. “You want to learn one of my songs?” he asks, a shy smile making its way into his lips. You nod, smiling, “Yeah. I listened to one the other day…what’s it called?” you think aloud, brows furrowing as you play the song in your mind. “Anthem, I think it was?” you ask, and Jake starts to play it, letting you decide for yourself if it’s right. It isn’t, but you make a mental note of it as one you’d like to learn.

“That’s not it,” you say. “I just know it was an early one,” you explain, scrambling for ways to describe it. Jake plays a second tune, making the correct guess. Your eyes light up, and you nod eagerly. “That one, that’s it,” you point at his guitar, then watch his fingers dance over the strings as he plays the song. You’ve played for long enough that you can almost follow his movements, but you don’t strum yet. Jake looks at your fingers, then stops strumming on his guitar to reach forward and adjust yours.

“Okay so,” he begins to explain the song, and the chords, taking it slowly, and at the pace you seem to follow along with.

As time passes, you catch onto the song rather easily, and begin to play along with him. You’re still careful with your movements, while it’s clearly muscle memory for Jake. Suddenly, he starts singing.

🎶 Babe, ain’t no denying

that i’ve got you in my head

Girl, i’d be flying

if you stood yourself and said

You’re the one I want

You’re the one I need

You’re the one I have

So come on back to me 🎶

He looks you in the eyes as he sings, as though he’s saying these words to you, singing it to you. He is.

You aren’t alone when you think to yourself that this is more than a crush, because Jake thinks that too. Especially when you laid in bed last night, legs tangled together and bodies pressed against one another’s, or this morning when he found you sitting so perfectly with his brothers. You both are more than aware of your own feelings, but neither of you can convince yourself that the other agrees.

Before you know it, Jake stops strumming, he stops singing, and the song is over. You come back to reality, with a number of emotions welling up within you. You take in a deep breath, then exhale heavily.

“Your voice is so pretty,” you say quietly, making Jake smile shyly. “Thank you,” he responds in the same quiet tone, the apples of his cheeks reddening. You take a moment to check your phone, taking note of the time. “It’s only two…teach me anthem?”

Jake happily agrees, his heart swelling with pride. He adores how interested you are in his music, something he’s unintentionally looked for in his partners. Like ‘You’re The One’, he guides your fingers to the right spot, and teaches you the strumming pattern, taking his time to show you how to play.

“Alright, now let’s try from the start,” Jake says, and gives you a moment to ready yourself before he begins the song. You follow along, playing in time with him. You gaze at him, hoping to hear him sing again. He does, and this time, you focus on his voice. Between the lyrics of the song, and his sweet sounding vocals, it soothes your worries- about everything. About leaving, about the future, all of it.

You reach the part of the song that he would normally start singing, and because it only feels right, you quietly sing along with him. Jake’s focused expression turns into a smiling one when he hears you, and you both play until the end of the song.

It doesn’t seem like so much time has passed, between being with Jake and playing guitar, but the next time you check your phone, the time reads 4:12 pm. Your heart sinks, and a lump starts to form in your throat. “I’m gonna use the bathroom,” you say as you carefully set the guitar down, then quickly excuse yourself. Jake follows you with his gaze as you speed walk to the restroom in his room, and he doesn’t have to ask you to know what’s wrong.

It’s inevitable, he knows it. Jake spent time here and there, when you were talking to his brothers, or messaging your friends back, forcing himself to accept it. It still leaves his chest feeling heavy, and his shoulders weighed down, but he does his best to control whatever emotions want to come over him.

He waits patiently for you, but when he notices you’re taking a long time, he decides to check on you.

He walks to his room and shuts the door behind himself, creating a sense of privacy, despite the fact that no one else is here to begin with. “Y/N?” Jake calls softly, stepping towards the bathroom. You stand in the middle of the bathroom, trying to contain yourself before you slowly open the door. As soon as you look at Jake, the lump returns to your throat, impossibly bigger, and you can’t hold back. You walk towards Jake and hug him, tears falling from

the corners of your eyes.

It’s more than the fact that you have to leave. It’s the fact that what you have with Jake feels so real, so possible, but there’s something stopping it from happening. It’s the fact that you’ve longed for this for as long as you can remember, and it’s about to be pulled right from your grasp. It’s about your past self, and how many times she was let down, left behind, heart broken. It almost hurts more, this particular time, because of what could be. It’s not an imaginary thing, but it’s real. You feel it now, and you felt it every day you spent with Jake.

You sob quietly, shoulders shaking as you cling onto Jake, your fingers curling into the back of his shirt. Jake wraps his arms around you as tightly as he can, and places one hand on the back of your head. He’s there. He’s here, right now, for you. You can’t seem to control yourself, and that’s when Jake takes it a step further. “And every glow in the twilight knows that the world is only what the world is made of,” he begins to sing, quietly, slowly, and only to you. “Just you and me can agree to disagree, that the world is only what the world is made of,” he sings that line differently, more passionately. He means that.

His hands find your cheeks, and he carefully lifts your head. He swipes your tears away, even as they continue to fall. “You hear me?” he asks softly, gazing into your eyes. “It’s gonna work out, I swear it to you,” he says. You nod slowly, having no choice but to trust him, the sincerity in his voice clear.

Jake would stand with you until you calm down, his thumbs soothing over your skin repeatedly, and his lips finding your forehead multiple times to plant gentle, soothing kisses to your skin. You don’t check the time, but you know it’s likely to be 5 by now. Your cheek is pressed against his chest, and you sigh shakily. Your tears have subsided, and all that’s left is a dull ache in your head.

“It’ll be okay, I promise,” Jake says, and all you can do is nod, before peeling away from him to gather your things.

— 🎸🎶

Jake walks you out to your car, both of you silent as a strange tension grows between you. It’s like a string being pulled at both ends, one tug away from being ripped in half. You open the passenger door of your car and set your things down, the guitar pick that Jake gifted you standing out as the sun hits it. I pick you…

You shut the door and turn your attention to Jake, who stands stiffly with his hands in his pockets, cheekbones drawn in due to him biting his inner cheeks. The sun has begun to go down, shining radiantly upon you and Jake, a golden hue illuminating Jake’s figure. He looks like something out of a dream - one that you’re about to wake up from, only to be greeted by reality.

Jake pulls his hands out of his pockets and steps towards you, opening his arms. You take a step forward and meet him halfway, hugging him once again. You sigh against him, but it doesn’t provide much relief. Nothing could relieve you right now, not if in the end you’d still be leaving Jake. “You could just stay here, with me…” Jake says, pressing a kiss to your head. You look up at him, lifting your hand to tangle your fingers in his hair before bringing his forehead to yours. “Or, you could come with me,” you respond cheekily, making Jake smile half-heartedly. “Touché,” he responds, letting his nose touch your cheek as his eyes close.

You stand still, before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, and one to his cheek. Emotions stir within you, and you want to avoid a second breakdown - at least, in front of Jake. Thus, you say your last goodbye, get in your car, and begin your journey back to the hotel, back home.

— 🎸🎶

Life goes on, regardless of the pain in your heart. Hours pass and fade into days, which fade into weeks, and before you know it, it’s been almost three months since you met Jake. You still talk, but it isn’t the same. The aforementioned string seems to have snapped, and it’s as though both of you are holding back, afraid of the distance between yourselves, with a desire to be so close, and the inability to have that.

Not to mention, you’re busy with your album, and Jake with his. You didn’t have time to text each other, to call, anything.

In the midst of the chaos brought to you by your life, you’d began house hunting with your band mates, finally having the funds to buy a home for the four of you to live in for the time being. After some intense searching, you all agreed on a place. It’s a beautiful house, with a large yard, and fitted to all of your tastes…with one additional perk- or con; you haven’t decided.

It’s located in East Nashville, only minutes away from Jake.

“We can move in on the,” Pheobe pauses, squinting her eyes as she scans her computer screen, “16th of October, so in just a few weeks- which reminds me, do we want to do this festival?” She asks, glancing between you, Julien, and Lucy. “Festival?” your brows furrowed in confusion, and she nods, clicking a few things on her screen before turning it to you. “It’s in Nashville, it’s in a little over a week so we need to decide soon. Like today or tomorrow soon.”

You accepted without question, encouraged by the three girls to just do it. You wouldn’t give it much thought until the day of got closer.

You meant to ask who else would be playing, but every time you got the chance, it was taken away.

That leads you to this very moment, where you’re sat in a chair, a makeup artist dabbing product gently onto your skin. You bounce one of your legs anxiously, faintly hearing the crowd roaring outside. “Nervous much?” The makeup artist, Cynthia, asks, a smile gracing her features. “A little,” you respond with a small chuckle, looking up as she directs you to. “You’re gonna do great,” She says earnestly, rubbing your shoulder before she finishes up your makeup.

Soon, you’re sitting in the waiting area with the rest of your band, watching the current group finish up their set. Because you’d been the last to join the lineup, you’re also the last playing. The sun is going down, the sky a number of shades as the band on stage bows to the crowd, before leaving. The group passes you, heading backstage likely to get a drink. “Thank you to those hove stayed this far,” the host of the festival calls over the mic, the crowd cheeeing in response. “We’re down to our last two guests for the evening,” he says, the crowd reacting with a number of dissapointed noises. “I know, I know,” the man continues. “Let’s enjoy this last little bit of the festival, and everyone make some noise for Greta Van Fleet!”

It takes a moment to register, but when it does, your heart sinks to your stomach. You look in the direction of the sounding footsteps, and there’s Sam, Daniel, then Jake and Josh. Sam walks past you, then does a double take as he walks onto the stage. He’s the first to recognize, and before he can say anything to Daniel, the curly haired man is walking towards his drum set. Jake walks past you with his attention focused on the guitar in front of him, careful not to bump anything with it. His mind is racing, and that also blocks out his surroundings.

Sam stands on his side of the stage, gazing at you from afar. He can hardly see you, but he knows it was you, so, when he makes eye contact with Jake, grabbing his older brothers attention, he gestures to you. Jake looks over, eyes squinting- then he realizes. It’s crazy to watch how his eyes widen, then his expression turns serious as the music starts. The crowd before the boys goes wild, and it’s easy to tell who the bigger fans are as they rush to the barricade, some already in tears. Josh greets everyone, a wide smile playing on his expression, a genuine one. They all love their fans, but it’s the most obvious with Josh, who’s already blowing kisses to a number of people in the crowd.

Jake has never been so thankful for muscle memory, his fingers moving methodically and rhythmically on his guitar through each song, despite his mind being elsewhere.

You can’t help the way your gaze naturally draws in on Jake. It’s no different from the first day it happened. You watch as he plays, his brows knitting together in concentration. You don’t know what to expect after the show - there’s no way he’s going to ignore you, right?

The show continues, and soon, it’s your turn. Jake passes you again, and it’s obvious that he wanted to say something - do something - but you were being rushed into stage before he could. In a similar fashion to him, your mind would travel to a different place, one of worry, anticipation, and hope.

Maybe things will work out with Jake. Maybe.

— 🎸🎶

Jake waits anxiously backstage, fiddling with his sailors bracelet as he does so. His brothers, including Daniel, all know what’s got him so worked up, and they all are secretly rooting for the both of you.

It feels like an eternity before you’re done, but when Jake sees you coming backstage, he freezes up. His eyes focus on you, but he doesn’t move - not until Sam nudges him. “Go talk to her, man.”

“I’m going,” Jake grumbles to the younger boy before he walks towards you, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

"I'm going," Jake grumbles to the younger boy before he walks towards you, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. He makes eye contact with Pheobe, who smiles as she grabs your arm, gesturing to the nearing man. Suddenly, you’re being nudged towards him by all three of your band mates.

You swallow harshly as your eyes meet Jake’s, finding it hard to breath. When he finally reaches you, he isn’t sure what to do. You both stand still, awkwardly waiting for the other to do something. “Hi,” Jake says nervously, and you chuckle faintly. “Hi,” you respond. “Oh, fuck it,” Jake muttered before he reaches forward and pulls you into a firm hug. His arms tighten around you and his body presses against yours, like he needs you to be this close. When your initial shock wears off, you hug him back, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

It amazes you, the way he makes your worries melt away. Any axiety or uncertainty you were plagued with before melts away, and now, you cling to him as tears threaten to fall from your eyes. Before you can say anything, Jake starts talking. “I missed you so much- so fucking much, you don’t even know,” he says, and pulls back just enough to look at your face. “Jesus,” he mutters, like he’s in disbelief. “God, I missed you so so much,” he says and leans in eagerly, but stops himself. “Is this okay?” he asks, and you can’t find any words, so you just nod.

A million thoughts race through your mind, but are silenced when his lips touch yours. It’s different now - in a good way. It’s promising. You’re moving here soon, and he’s clearly still interested in you…he’s still interested in you. As he kisses you, you feel every ounce of what he’s feeling, a kiss like no other you’ve had before. The string that snapped when you left seems to thread itself back together.

Your lungs burn, but it hurts worse when Jake pulls away. You pant softly, the both of you standing there as if you’re the only people existing backstage. Jake presses his forehead against yours, and you both take a moment to relish in the feeling.

“You can’t ever leave again,” Jake says. He isn’t serious, as he thinks you’ll probably be leaving shortly after today…that isn’t the case though. Your silence worries him, and when he sees the grin growing on your face, his brows furrow, a puzzled expression forming on his face. “What’s that look for?” he asks, and you allow the smile to take over. “Is now a good time to tell you that i’m moving to Nashville?”

In the background, a song faintly plays over the speakers as you and Jake reunite…

🎶 I cant do without you for too long

You’re my situation

You’re my kinda lover 🎶

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