#and like it's not even josh like jacob gets no love and maybe because he's an OC basically but most of the tvd people are here just have | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

gretavanlace · 3 months

Text

Breña

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, alcohol consumption, mentions of cheating, oral sex (m rec), illusions to oral sex (fem rec), fingering, etc.

Inspired by this delicious ask and blurb that was sent to me ages ago. I promised I’d get to this one, and I did, I’m just sorry it took me so long. Forgive me 💕

Loosely edited, but what else is new?

“Get fucked, Josh.” Jake barks with such venom your head snaps in his direction. He rarely speaks unkindly, even if it is only his twin brother, who will love him anyway, on the receiving end.

For his part in the exchange, Josh merely smooths a nonexistent wrinkle in his shirt with an airy chuckle. “Maybe you should take your own advice, brother. Seems like you need to get laid. Awful testy, darling.”

He means it as a joke. A laugh to lighten the mood. Unfortunately, it doesn’t land and you watch on in shocked silence as Jake slaps his glass of whiskey down on the coffee table before him, and then stalks from the room without a word - his absence solidified by the sharp slam of his bedroom door.

”You shouldn’t have said that,” your admonishment is quiet, issued tepidly while you stare down into your glass of wine. You feel intrusive, yes, but you feel worse for Jake, and that wins out.

”I know,” he agrees with the decency to at least sound repentant, “But I didn’t mean it that way. And besides, it's been months. He just needs to get on with it.”

”He loved her.” Your standpoint certainly doesn’t come from a place of loyalty to Jake’s ex - you loathed her, but instead, for Jake and his clearly wounded heart.

”He didn’t love her,” Josh corrects, and likely rightly so “He loved the idea of her. There’s a big fucking difference.”

Perhaps you shouldn’t insert yourself, but you’ve never been great about biting your tongue. ”Maybe give him some time to figure that out for himself, then.”

Josh rises with a smile that tells you your candor hasn’t ruffled his feathers. It’s so difficult to rile him up that it often feels like some twisted challenge, “Don’t you ever get tired of being right all the time? Seems exhausting to me. You should try being a fuck up…I could give you lessons.”

He drops a kiss upon the crown of your head and trips off to place his glass in the sink. “I seem to have worn out my welcome here at Jacob’s Tavern on the Green. You want a ride? I only had the one.”

”No,” you wave him off and nip at your glass, “I might just crash on the couch. The A/C’s out at my place again.”

”Alright, then,” he shrugs on his jacket and pats at his hair as if he’s prepping for a night out rather than the quick drive home, “Don’t poke the bear though, doll face. I’d like to keep you unscathed. Kinda like you.”

”That’s funny,” you deadpan, “Because I can’t stand you.”

He wrinkles his nose, offers a quick wink, and then out the front door he slips.

The couch remains your lighthouse for a time, but everyone knows Josh gives terrible advice, so if he has warned against poking the bear, that’s obviously exactly what you should do.

That’s what you tell yourself, at least, just before knocking softly on his bedroom door. “Jake?”

Your call is met with silence, but just before you turn to leave, feeling dejected and meddlesome, the door cracks open to reveal him, now barefoot and shirtless…a pair of sweats resting so low on his hips your mind wanders into dangerous territory “What’s up? Bored of my idiot brother already?”

He’s presenting a brave face, but you can see the anguish in his eyes, and also, something else that you can’t quite place.

”He left, actually.” Why do you suddenly feel so stupid? “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You seem…I don’t know, on edge?”

He reaches out and gives your arm a friendly squeeze, “I’m alright, sweetheart. He just dances on my last nerve, that’s all.”

And while that’s not a total lie, you also know there’s a lot more to it, so you gently push him along. “You sure, Jake? You can talk to me, you know? I’ve been there, I understand how hard it is to miss someone you shouldn’t.”

Searching your face for something you can’t identify, he lets a stretch of quiet carry on a beat too long, before finally shaking his head, holding the door open a little wider in wordless invitation.

Once you’re perched awkwardly at the foot of his bed, hands clasped and ankles crossed, he speaks up “I don’t miss her, necessarily. It’s just hard. Especially the way it ended. I just…”

God, he looks so small and walled off. “You just what?”

Slumping onto the bed beside you, he sighs “I just wish it had ended differently.”

”It never ends well,” you flop down as well, and stare up at the ceiling as though constellations might appear to dazzle you. “Everyone always hates the ending. Doesn’t make it any easier, though.”

”Do you miss her?” He asks, staring up at that bright, blank white just as you are.

What an absurd question. Why should he care? And were you really that great at pretending to like her to spare his feelings?

The moment seems to scream for honesty, so you hand it over. “No, I don’t. I never cared much for her to begin with, and then she…” you falter and search for a kind way to describe it, “and then she did what she did to you, and I— no, I don’t miss her at all.”

”It’s alright to just say it. She cheated on me.” He laughs a little. “Fuck, how pathetic does that sound?”

Rolling to your side to face him, you blink away his self deprecation, “It isn’t pathetic, Jake. Not on your end, anyway.”

“I suppose I just wonder what I did or didn’t do, you know?” He chuckles quietly to mask his vulnerability, “What did he do that I didn’t? Why wasn’t I enough?”

“I don’t think that’s really how it works,” you assure him, turning to stare up at his ceiling once again, but now reaching for his hand. “Besides, I can’t imagine you not being enough.”

He returns your encouraging squeeze and makes a half-whispered joke, a verbal mask to hide behind. “Maybe I just wasn’t good enough in bed. I swear I know where everything is, and where things go…mostly.”

”Shut up,” you laugh softly so as not to disturb the calm that has settled. “I have zero doubts about your abilities, Jake Kiszka, in bed or otherwise.”

Now, he is the one rolling to his side to face you. “And what does that mean?”

”I don’t know,” you shrug, suddenly feeling extremely on display. “It’s just…well, in my experience, men like you don’t often disappoint in that department.”

”Men like me?” You have perked his interest and plucked at that mildly conceited chord that lives within him. “And what type of man am I exactly, sweetheart?”

”I’m not going to stroke your ego, Jacob. Though if you’d like to do it yourself, I’d be happy to leave the room.”

He laughs at that, “If I planned on stroking something you’d leave the room? Another devastating blow to my pride.”

You groan in mock exasperation at his tactless humor, earning another chuckle from him. You love the sound of his laugh, and you love being the one to make him laugh even more.

”It’s not like it would matter anyway.” He sighs, nuzzling against his duvet to get comfortable. “Stroking something, I mean.”

”Jake!” Your head whips to meet his scandalous gaze.

”Oh, grow up.” He grins, eyes flashing with mischief, but still something else that you can’t place.

He’s right. You promised him he could talk to you, so you shake it off and start anew. “What do you mean?”

”I just…can’t…” he pauses, searching for his resolve. “Not since she left.”

You’re shocked, and unfortunately, not hiding it well. “You haven’t had sex since then?”

It doesn’t seem possible. He’s gorgeous and charming, charismatic and dripping sex. Women crawl for him everywhere you go.

“I haven’t done anything since she left.” He corrects, dodging your stare. “I can’t. No matter what I do. I feel like I’m losing my mind. Every time I get anywhere near I—“

He abruptly cuts himself off, “I’m sorry. This isn’t cool. I shouldn’t be telling you this. I don’t know what I was thinking. Let’s just pretend it never happened.”

“No,” the last thing you want him to do is shut down. “It’s okay. Talk to me.”

He closes himself off again with a clipped shake of his head ”You don’t want to hear this shit.”

Alright, that’s it, he can’t have it his way. He can fight you tooth and nail, but you’re going to march on anyway and drag him along, kicking and screaming.

“So you haven't gotten off since the split?” You ask as if it’s no big deal…and maybe it isn’t.

“Jesus, babe…” he teases, “such a mouth on you.”

Interesting choice of words, Jacob.

”It’s just surprising to me, that’s all.” It’s a leading comment, and you damn well know it.

”Why?”

”Because you’re you, Jake.” Now you’ve spun to face him again as well. “You just walk around like living, breathing sex all the time. And you’re also a liar with your ‘mostly’ bullshit. You know where everything goes and then some. I can tell.”

”You sound terribly sure of your analysis, sweetheart.” His voice has grown quiet and it makes you long to squeeze your thighs together.

“Am I wrong?” Oh, you seem to have grown quiet as well. When did that happen? “Because I don’t think I am.”

He ignores your question, “Living, breathing sex, huh?”

”Again, I can leave the room if you’d like to sing your own praises.”

His fingers reach up to smooth an errant lock of hair away from your forehead, “You are the one singing my praises. I’m simply enjoying the attention.”

You’re further hushed at his touch ”You’re a smug little shit, you know that?”

“Yes,” he nods, “I do know that…it’s just been a bit since I could remember why.”

You want this. You want this so badly you might even be inclined to beg for it. Instead, you seize the opportunity with feigned confidence. “I could help you. If you wanted.”

His fingers are still caressing your forehead, lulling you so softly, “Help me how?”

”I don’t know,” you’re toying with the chain around his neck now, avoiding his eyes, “I could…try.”

”Try what?” There’s a smirk ghosting at the corner of his beautiful mouth, and it betrays his intentions. He knows exactly what you mean. He just wants you to say it.

Now or never. “I could get you off. If it would help. I mean, I’d like to…I want to help.”

The strong column of his throat bobs as he swallows hard, and then there is his nose, nuzzling against yours, the closest to his kiss that you have ever been ”You want to make me cum?”

The way he speaks of it, as if you two have been here a thousand times together before, is so sexy your head is suddenly spinning.

You offer a tiny nod and then hurry on before you lose your nerve, “You could just lie here and I could…”

Every ounce of confidence seeps from your bones when his eyes, cinnamon sugar and blown wild with lust, catch your own.

”You could what?” He presses the gentlest kiss against your cheek.

”I could use my mouth…I…” fuck, you can hardly breathe, and the room feels too small, crowded up with tension and long repressed desire.

A needy, hungry groan rumbles out of his chest as he pulls you a little closer. “You would do that for me?”

”Of course I would.”

His eyes are on your lips now, agonized and desperate. “Have you thought about it before, or do you just feel sorry for me?”

He knows the answer. There’s that smugness you spoke of.

”I think about it all the time.” You whisper honestly. “Do you?”

”No.” his hands fist into your hair. “I don’t think about my cock in your mouth,” oh god, the way those words tumble off of his pretty tongue, dripping saccharine but so dark “but I do think about my face between your thighs…how you’d sound. How you would taste. How you might rock your hips against me when I got you close.”

In response, you’re on your knees before him in a breath, fingers curled into the waistband of his sweats, imploring him with your gaze for permission.

He nods with a hitching inhale and that’s all the confirmation you need. Pulling them down, there it is. Stunning and achingly hard, thick and pulsing for you. As breathtaking as an obscene symphony. He looks so ready, leaking opalescent droplets into the soft dusting of hair below his belly button. You doubt you’ve ever wanted anything more.

The flat of your tongue runs warm and wet from base to tip, nudging harder at that special spot just below his velvety head. How did you know? He wonders as he twitches against your kiss.

After such a long stretch of fighting to get off, he’s now frightened he just might embarrass himself and cover your lovely face before you’ve even had a chance to suck him in.

But suck him in you do, without warning, and so deeply he can feel the silken back of your throat. Lurching forward, curling in on himself against the pleasure, he chokes out a humiliating sound and grabs at you…one hand tangled in your hair, the other clutched around the nape of your neck. “Oh my god, baby, please…”

You nod your understanding and swallow around him, sweeping your tongue back and forth. He sounds blissful but pushes you away without warning. “M’gonna cum,” he murmurs through his panting breaths, “just give me a second.”

How has he gotten here so quickly? It’s horribly humbling, but he wants it so badly his heart is resting in his throat, thrumming savagely, pulse-points pounding a fierce and uncontrollable beat.

”That’s the fucking point, Jake,” you fist at his wet cock and drink him back down once before pulling back, “You need it, I can feel it. Cum in my mouth. Please?”

Your please, so sweet and innocent while asking for something so filthy, snatches a growl out of him that flushes you with unbearable heat.

Both of his palms find either side of your head tentatively, “Can I stand?”

You nod eagerly around him, and then gaze up at his face once he is hovered above you like a deity soaked in depravity. There is a pink blush painted across the bridge of his nose and cheeks that makes you feel as soft as warm cotton.

“I want to use your mouth,” he hushes, “Is that alright?”

Again, you merely nod with your mouth stuffed full of him.

”You give me a little shove if you want to stop…” he coddles your cheek, and speaks like a lullaby as you blink up at him in consent.

When he drives inside of you, it is a vicious invasion, but one that you’d plead for over and over again. He is buried so deeply inside your throat you can scarcely breathe, but the threading of his brow and the steady moans dripping from his lips are all you’ve ever wanted.

He’s twitching already against your tongue, slipping deeper into you until you’re fighting a gag that only wrecks him further.

One, two, three, thrusts and he is reduced to whimpers, “Shit, oh god, please, I need it. I need it so bad. I need to—“ a pained grunt, through gritted teeth, interrupts his babbling, “I’m cumming, sweetheart…”

The taste of his release dances across your taste buds as you struggle to swallow him down.

He is shuddering and cursing above you, holding you still as he shakes his head violently in apology, “I’m sorry…” his voice is but a phantom of itself, “It’s too much, I shouldn’t have…not in your mouth…oh fuck, fuck…”

And you’d tell him if you could, that it is a privilege…his offering, a gift. Instead, you allow every drop to roll down your throat as you suckle gently for more until he is shivering in overstimulation.

Finally, you allow his cock to slip from your mouth as his thumbs sweep over your cheekbones. “I— goddamn…thank you, sweetheart. I feel like I can’t breathe.”

”You’re welcome, Jake…” your thumbs find their own place to sweep against - his thighs. “Thank you.”

His lips part to protest, but pull back into a snarling hiss when you wrap your hand around his length “You’re still hard.”

He looks half-bashful, “I’d say it’s been a while, but I think it’s just you.”

”Yeah?” You rise from your knees and nip at his chin, “Have I made you hard before?”

”Does someone have a bit of a praise kink?” His grip sinks into the dips of your hips beneath your shirt, “Do you like knowing you’ve made my dick ache?”

”Maybe,” you shimmy your shoulders nonchalantly, “or maybe I’m just a cock tease.”

”Get on the bed.” He demands, in lieu of an actual retort, while tugging at the button and zipper of your jeans. “Everything off. You may lay however you’d like, but I want that pussy on display for me…let me see her.”

You may? Well…there’s that bit of dominance you had imagined hidden away inside of him more times than you care to admit

Dropping down on the bed, completely bared to him for the first time, you close your eyes against his appreciative scrutiny, “You’re fucking perfect,” his words are nearly vibrating, “Stay just like that and let me look at you.”

Demurely, you do as he says.

”Legs a little wider, babe…lemme see that sugary little cunt,” oh, he’s deliciously dirty.

”Hi, pretty girl,” he coos when your knees press against the sheets.

”Hi.” You murmur back softly.

He ever so gently waves you off, “Not talking to you, sweetheart. Mind your own business.”

Your cheek kisses linen as you nestle your face into the bed, content to allow him to have his private moment with your pussy. If that’s what he wants, that’s what he gets

His fingertips are there now, curling so lightly over your swollen clit, pretending like they just might nudge inside you now and then, until you’re writhing with want. “Please, Jake…” a tremulous, tiny mewl escapes you. A vexing little sound that heats your face and betrays your need.

His eyebrows quirk upward, “Inside?”

”Inside.” You nod earnestly.

Without warning, you’re filled with his middle and ring fingers. They search along your walls as his gaze clocks your expression until you cry out. “Right there, baby?” He pouts, mocking your whine. “Is that the spot?”

”Faster,” the blood in your veins is rushing at a feverish pitch, the taste of his cum still lingering on your tongue has broken you wide open.

“No,” he shushes, the soft pad of his thumb nudging at your clit “Nice and slow, sweetheart. Relax for me.”

You do your best and fill your lungs to the brim with air that smells of sex and him before releasing it slowly.

“Good girl, baby.” He praises, fucking you gingerly with his hand as if this is all either of you will ever do for the rest of your days…no rush. “When you cum, can this pretty princess make a mess?”

”Hmm?” You’re a million miles away, drifting through his sea, you’ve barely registered him speaking to you.

“If I make you cum,” he clarifies, pressing up into that place that makes you whimper and half-squirm away. He holds you down firmly, but with such tenderness. “Stay still, for me. If I make you cum just right will you soak my hand all sweet and warm?”

”I can’t…” you flush with inexplicable shame, “I don’t do that.”

”That’s alright…you just let me take care of you.” He sounds like he’s coddling a wounded bird just before he begins curling and massaging inside you with a tiny smirk on his face that seems to claim he knows something you don’t.

Never before has anyone’s touch dismantled you so perfectly, and you’re soaked and dripping; wet, heavenly sounds filling the room to mark your pleasure.

“No messes for my sweetheart? Just a neat and tidy little baby?” He taunts as your thighs begin to tremble, “I think you’re lying. maybe not with someone else, but I know you’ve worked this pretty, wet cunt just right…ruined your sheets, had to fight to stay quiet so no one would hear—“

With a cry that could be mistaken for agonized, you let go…barely there-tiny bursts of slick sprinkling across his palm like a spring mist. Were he a garden, he would bloom so beautifully under the kiss of your meager shower.

“There we go, sweetheart,” your eyes are locked in on his arm, watching the muscles turn and twist as if you’ve been hypnotized. “C’mon, just a little longer, relax, sweet girl, relax…”

It’s like lying in too-tall grass on a breezy day. Warm and gentle like an embrace, and his voice is ferrying you through it all so sweetly. How could she have ever given this up?

When you begin to tense against his ministrations, he pulls back delicately and pats the inside of your thigh, huffing the softest sigh of a laugh, “And you said no messes.”

“Jake,” your hands are instantly hiding your eyes, face sparking heat with a euphoric fluster.

“You did good, baby.” He whispers, kissing a path along your shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about that for a very long time.”

“Please,” your entire body is still inwardly writhing and you can’t manage much more.

“Please what?” His hand, so gentle and soft, drags yours downward to wrap your fingers around himself. He is thick, throbbing rhythmically, and so hard, “You want that?”

He sounds in control, but it’s all there for you in his eyes, he wants this badly. He needs this. He needs you…and not simply because it’s been months.

Grabbing his free hand from where it is resting beside your head against the mattress, you guide it down until his fingers are stroking delicately across you, wetting his touch, warm and silken, “You want that?”

He visibly falters, face ducking to find solace in the crook of your neck, “I want you,” he whispers so airily you aren’t even sure you’ve heard him, “I want you so fucking badly. Please, baby…”

His voice is hushed, dragging across your skin hot and wet, desperate and hungry, you couldn’t deny him even if you were crazy enough to want to.

“You don’t have to beg,” you promise, hands now petting through his hair. “You take what you need, Jake…it’s all for you.”

”I need to get off again first,” the words sigh warm against the shell of your ear, “I’m too close. You’re so pretty and warm, and you smell so good. My sweetheart.”

”Well, look who gets soft when he’s this hard.” You tease, gently stroking the cashmere tip of his cock against your clit. “You cum as fast as you need to, let me do this for you.”

Again, his beautiful face drops to hide away, mouth sucking chills into your throat.

“I don’t want to be that guy.” He confesses, sounding shy in a way you’ve never heard before. “I want to get you there, too.”

You reach down deep and find your nerve, “Is this a one time thing? It’s okay to say yes.”

At last, his stare finds yours, “I certainly fucking hope not.”

”So, you’ll owe me one.” You shrug with a cheeky smile to soothe his nerves.

”No.” he shocks you with a fervent shake of his head as he lines himself up, nudging in gently with his pillowy soft tip, “I’m gonna get you off, baby…right on my cock.”

Dirty fuck, who would’ve thought?

”Deeper, Jake,” you’re whining already, fingernails sinking into his shoulders to pull him in closer. “Fuck me.”

”Say it again.” He orders, kissing a path along your jaw.

”Fuck me,” you repeat as though you know nothing but how to follow him into the woods, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please…”

His cock is right there teasing at you, barely inside, working your entire body into a frenzy, you want it so badly.

”Please?” His nose Eskimo kisses yours, “You’re begging very sweetly. You sound like an angel.”

“Haven’t I begged enough?” The words pant out of you warm against his lips and that - the taste of your aching need, shoves him over the edge.

Hips rolling, he slides into you like he was made to fit. The stretch is a lovely, stinging heat that claws a blissful cry from deep within your lungs. It's his favorite sound, he decides in an instant, and he wants to listen to it for the rest of his life.

As if the two of your were created simply to share this together, he fits inside of you perfectly, nestling against that sweet, hidden spot over and over until your back has arched away from the sheets and your nails scratch at him for purchase.

”So soft and tight,” his praise is but a breath, “You feel so fucking good.”

”I’m close,” you whisper back, cunt gripping at him violently, “don’t stop.”

”Wait for me, sweetheart…” he sounds filthy and angelic all at once. “I’m almost there, just…fuck, just wait for me.”

”Inside,” have you even made a sound? “Do it inside, Jake.”

”Are you sure?” He slurs, drunk off of you and ready to melt.

”Yes,” you nod frantically against the pillow, knotting your hair, “Do it. Fucking do it.”

Lost for words, he replies with a growl that takes that tightened coil deep in your belly and snaps it into pieces.

”Oh fuck,” his body tenses against you, thrust losing rythym as you flutter and clench around his twitching cock. “Gonna cum, baby, yes…you feel so…fuck…”

You watch in awe as his face twists gorgeously, eyes rolling back before squeezing closed, lip curled into a delicious snarl - and then, with a drawn out groan of your name, he collapses against you, kissing gratitude and love against your throat until the tickle of his hair makes you giggle.

”Get off me,” you laugh, shoving at his shoulders tenderly as he rolls to his side, smiling prettily at you like a kid in a candy store.

”You have magic between those pretty thighs.” He sighs, smoothing your hair. “I’m gonna tear solos up about it. Write the dirtiest riffs and licks all about that perfect pussy.”

”You’re fucking disgusting,” you sigh back, attempting to chase down your breath, “and such a guy.”

He pulls you in close, tucking his body, slick and hot, into your own, “Shh, you love me.”

Maybe he doesn’t mean it that way, and maybe you don’t either, just yet…

…but maybe you will.

Taglist: @gretasintrees @greta-van-chaos @celestialfauna @s0livagant @groggyvanfleet @kiszkathecook @brokenbellz @llightmyllovee @doodle417 @seventieswhore @jake-kiszkas-smirk @weightofdreams-gvf @imdepressedaf1996 @alisonwonderland29 @gretavanfleas @gretavangroove @sparrowofthedawn @xserenax-13 @tbagggvf @obetrolncocktails @tripthelightfandomtastic @jakeslovehandles @poofyloofy @70sgroupielovr @heatmyfleet @sammiboo162 @spicedandicedtea @jakekiszkasleftnutsack @saoirsemaeve @mywickeddivinity @lvnterninthenight @paintmyhouse @tripthelightfanfic @mckenna4 @sarakay-gvf @theweightofjake @thewritingbeforesunrise @joshsmama @sammysvanfeet @rhythm-of-space @highladyofasgard @calumspretty @sad1lynn @demolitionndann @gvfpal @starcatcher-jake @gretavangroupie @hugorobinson @jaketlove @josh-iamyour-mama

#greta van fleet #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet smut #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van smut #fanfic #greta van fic #gvf fic #jake gvf #jake kiszka fanfiction #jake kiskza #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka imagine #jake greta van fleet #josh kiskza smut #gvf josh #josh kiszka fic

402 notes · View notes

seenoversundown · 8 months

Text

Siren

Jake x Fem OC (AU)

Warnings: 18+ Smut (Minors DNI) Soft Dom (M) edging, teasing (flirting way not bullying) Hand kink, Oral (M receiving) , Penetrative sex, Cursing, Fingering (F receiving), Cute fluff and silly jokes at odd times.

Word Count: 4.2k

Author’s Note: I love these two so much 😭 Once I had the thought for them, I had to write it 🩷

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Siren (noun) 1. any of a group of female and partly human creatures in Greek mythology that lured mariners to destruction by their singing

Charlotte POV

Opening the doors to the bar, I take a quick scan to see who else is working. Seeing that my favorite spot at the bar was open, I swiftly made my way over to claim it as mine once again. Where is he? Nobody is behind the bar at the moment, but I can hear movement out back.

“Helloooo, my dear!” Josh’s voice rings down the hall.

“Oh, hi Josh, how are you?”

“Great now that you’re here,” he starts, which seems charming to most. Still, I know what that means, “I should be off momentarily. Well, as soon as my wonderful brother finally shows up,” he says with a complacent smile plastered on his face.

“What are you and Quinn doing for the evening?” I ask.

“I let Quinn decide because I got my gift this morning,” he tells me, followed by a wink.

Oh my god, Joshua, what the hell.

I slowly blink at him before I respond, “That’s great, Josh. I’m so happy for you.” If I didn’t have my makeup done right now, I would be rubbing my eyes until I saw stars. I never needed that image in my head.

The door chimes ring, causing us both to look over. Mmm, there he is. Jacob saunters over to me; his eyes always seem to find me when he enters a room. In his usual button-up, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, only the bottom half of the buttons were actually done. I love the way he’s so comfortable having his chest exposed, and maybe it’s selfish because I daydream about curling up with him every night.

“Hi,” his tiny, raspy voice mumbles. His hand gently cups my jaw as he places a sweet kiss on my lips, followed by a few little pecks.

“Hi,” I manage to squeeze out in between kisses, “I missed you,” I can feel his smile through the kiss. I’ll never get over that, before pulling back and running his hand down the back of my head.

“I always miss you, honey,” he says, rounding the corner behind the bar. “Did you not order anything yet?”

I simply shake my head ‘No.’

“I was waiting for you to make it.” Resting my chin into my hand, I watch his eyes light up. His hand gesturing for me to wait a minute, he quickly puts a drink together for me.

“A Boulevardier for you, m’lady,” the English accent he loves coming through.

“What’s the occasion?” I ask, my eyebrow-raising out of skepticism.

He shrugs as he backs away to take care of other customers who just sat down. Knowing him, he probably feels terrible that he has to work today. I can’t really say much, I have been working all week, and this is quite honestly the earliest I’ve been off.

I will gladly sit here all night, though. I may have a little surprise of my own... Even though Valentine’s Day is overrated? Hush, I know it’s silly, but a girl can have fun sometimes, okay? Ever since I met Jacob, he’s been an easy target. That sounds mean.. I just mean he’s still a man. Sometimes, I take advantage of that, and honestly, it benefits us both.

Watching him work is practically a hobby of mine at this point, anyway. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of it, his hands, his hands, his hands. The way he has gotten so confident in making drinks and talking to customers, it’s been like night and day since I first came in. He can quickly pour drinks without having to measure, and seeing him shaking drinks is… I’m better than no woman, alright? He’s so fine, and watching his arm muscles flex. GOD. This may be a more potent drink than usual.

“I’m sorry, this is how we have to spend Valentine’s together,” he finally admits. And the truth comes out, about time, Jacob.

“No, it’s okay, really.”

“No, no, I’ll make it up to you,” he says softly, reaching over to grab one of my hands, “I promise,” finishing with a little wink as he runs his thumb over the back of my hand. He promises?

“And how are you going to do that?” I can’t help but ask. I have been spending too much time around Josh, and now, I’m way too nosy for my own good.

“I have some ideas,” he says quietly, “I think you’ll enjoy them.”

“I guess we’ll see,” I tell him, the smile pulling at the corners of my mouth. How is he real?

“Did you make my drink stronger tonight, or is it just made with extra love?” I ask, knowing it’s a bit cheesy, but Jacob is a sucker for romantic things.

“You think I’m just trying to get you drunk?” He cocks an eyebrow, “Because you may be onto my plan.” Slapping my hand over my mouth, I can’t stop the giggle from escaping.

“Jacob!”

He leans over the bar slightly, gesturing for me to come closer. I stand on the little footrest bar of the barstool, leaning over the bar to meet him in the middle.

“Can’t wait to hear you yelling that later,” he whispers quickly before turning to press a kiss on my cheek. JACOB– Two can play this game.

My jaw going slack; I don’t even know what to say to him. My lack of response to him elicits the most beautiful smile from him. Nothing makes my heart swell more than seeing that boy smile. I watch as he turns, hearing his name called from the other end of the bar. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

The bar gets more crowded now that the night has gone on; every seat at the bar is filled. I’ve had the pleasure of not having to ask for refills but receiving them, along with a few saucy glances from the most delicious bartender I’ve met.

I tap on my phone to scroll through any notifications when the idea hits me. I click on my messages, seeing his cute little face pinned to the top.

Me: Maybe I am sad that we’re here on Valentine's Day.. 🥺

I hit send and then wait for him to look at his phone. Please, please, please. He slides it out of his back pocket and unlocks it. Glancing over to me, giving me a little frown before quickly typing away.

Jacob ❤️: i’m sorry honey, just a little longer then I’m all yours.

‘I’m all yours’ making my heart flutter. Jacob is the most wonderful person I’ve ever encountered, and somehow, he’s mine.

I need to pee. I wave him down and point to the bathrooms, knowing he’ll ensure nobody takes my seat. I scroll through my emails as I walk down the hall into the bathroom, managing to catch one of them as someone is coming out. I glance at myself in the mirror as I walk in, and suddenly the lightbulb goes off. Mmmm yes.

I look in the mirror, fix my hair, and check to make sure my lipstick isn’t all over the place. I open the camera on my phone, facing the mirror, and pull up one side of my sweater dress. Revealing the black lace garter snug against my thigh, knowing it would drive him crazy. Taking the picture, a slight pout on my face; he best think I’m hot. Tugging my dress back down into place and locking my phone, I head back to the bar.

Sliding into my seat, he’s already clocked me being back. It’s cute how fast he’ll catch me. Noticing that my drink is full and fresh, I go to take a sip of it, but as I lift the glass, I see there’s writing on the napkin.

‘You look beautiful, I can’t wait to get you home’ is scribbled across the top. I feel the heat rush into my cheeks about as quickly as my thighs tighten while I read it. 11:15 p.m. stares back at me, thank god the bar is closing early tonight I don’t know how much longer I can do this. I click on his messages again, choosing the picture I just took and hitting send.

This is my favorite part. I sip on my drink for a few minutes before he finally reaches for his phone. Leaning against the back counter, I see him tap on his messages. Oops, is all that runs through my mind as I watch his entire face turn red. Looking up at the ceiling for a second and then back at his phone, zooming in and pulling his phone closer to his face to see my little present better.

Jacob ❤️: holy shit

Jacob ❤️: FOR ME?

Jacob ❤️: i need to thank everything and anything in the sky for letting you be mine. But really, youre so hot??? I’m so lucky?

I love when he’s flustered. Who am I? I love him always. Flustered is just a cute bonus.

Me: only 30 more minutes baby 🤭

The way he drops his head back when he’s struggling makes me giggle. The next thirty minutes need to fly by, or I think one of us may explode. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

The moment the last customer walks out of the bar, Jake is right behind them to lock the doors. Shutting all the lights off in the front in one go before coming over to me.

“You ready to go?” practically falls out of his mouth. I look around, you’re not clocked in right now, and look back at him.

“Don’t you need to clean?”

“It can wait,” he says, pulling me closer to him, “You’re more important.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press my body against his.

“Baaaaby,” I coo into the crook of his neck. Feeling his hands run down my back and landing on my waist, he gently squeezes. He lets out a small ‘mmm’ that radiates through his chest.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” he says, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

I grab my bag from the barstool, and Jacob already has my hand in his, pulling me down the hall.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Walking into the apartment, it’s dark, and no signs of life.

“Josh?” Jake says, flipping on the lights in the kitchen, “Bub, are you home?” He walks over, gently cracking Josh’s bedroom door to see that it’s empty. Thank god.

“He must be at Quinn’s,” I whisper, “He said something about he let them choose tonight’s activities because he already got his gift.”

I giggle as Jake shudders, “Hun, you don’t have to tell me everything he says to you.”

“I had to hear it, so you also have to,” I giggle as he comes closer. “Plus, he’s YOUR brother, so.. it’s only fair.”

“I’ll let it slide this time,” he says, glancing down at my lips before making eye contact, “but only because I’m very interested in this surprise you have for me.”

Grabbing his shirt and pulling him close, I take a second to admire him. I lean in, placing the tiniest kiss on the tip of his nose. Then, moving down to kiss the corners of his lips, oh, his lips. Seeing the little smirk creep up as I linger over his mouth, I love to tease him and see how long I can stay just a whisper above before he breaks. Tonight didn’t take long before he leaned into the kiss, feeling his soft lips press against my bottom one. Sliding my hands up, holding the nape of his neck as he gently nips at me.

His hands glide from my waist down to my thighs, grabbing behind my knees to pick me up. Instinctively, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Let’s go, Captain,” I whisper into his ear, eliciting the most delicious groan from him. He picked up his pace to the bedroom as I pressed a kiss just under his ear, letting lip prints trail down his neck.

Pushing the door open with his foot, he spins us around so he can sit on the edge of the bed with me on his lap. Sliding my dress up my thighs, revealing that black lace I’ve been taunting him with.

“You really do love me huh?” He says, pulling back to look at me, his teeth on full display. I only reply with a quiet ‘mhm’ as I bring my hands back down to his chest, unable to keep eye contact when his mouth looks like that.

Pushing his chest gently so he’ll lay back on his bed, I hover over him just for a second before he pulls me in for a kiss. This one was more desperate, practically whimpering into my mouth. Fuck me. His hands find the bottom hem of my dress, sliding it up and over my ass, the cool air drawing goosebumps to my skin. He grabs a handful while the other hand slides up to cradle my back.

Swiftly flipping us over, he hovered over me with a devious grin on his face. He props himself up onto a knee, looking down to see the bottom of my lingerie on display.

“Fuck me,” he mutters, sliding my dress higher as I arch my back to help him.

“I’ve been trying,” I quip back, leaning up on my elbows. The look on his face is priceless, his jaw slacked and eyes hooded. I pull my dress over my head carefully and run my hands through my hair quickly.

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

YES. I nod rapidly, reaching my hands out for the bottom of his shirt, lifting it just enough that I can barely see the small trail of fine hair. His hands find mine, gently pinning them above me.

“Mm mm,” he murmurs into my ear, sending a chill through my body, “You need to tell me what you want from me, hun.”

What. “I uhh—“ I hesitate, distracted by how I can see down his shirt, watching his stomach muscles tense slightly.

He’s staring at me with that one eyebrow cocked and a little smug smirk, holding both of my hands with one of his.

“Use your words, tell me,” his hand finds a place on the nape of my neck, as his thumb runs across my cheekbone, “I know you’re thinking it; just say it.” His voice switched to a whisper, causing goosebumps to creep in rapidly.

Touch me, please. For the love of GOD, Jacob.

“I need you,” I finally squeak out.

He laughs softly to himself, “Do you want me to..” his voice trailing off as his hand slides down to my chest, gently resting on my sternum. Without having to do anything, I can feel my nipples start to harden; I swear his eyes light up at the sight. Quickly palming one of my breasts, he dances his index finger around me, and I’m already squirming. A small moan slips out, getting his attention.

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Please, Jacob,” I softly whine, his hand wandering to my other breast.

The smile on his face is taunting me. He knows exactly where I want him. If he weren’t sitting between my legs, oh god, my legs would be tightly together.

“Touch me,” laced with a moan, falls from my lips, “Please, Jake.”

Letting go of my hands, he finds both of his sliding down my waist and holding onto my thighs, gently squeezing them. Fuck. Slowly moving them up, barely touching the lace fabric, my hips shift, trying to find relief.

“Oh,” he says lowly, “This is what you want?” He ever so lightly drags a single finger down my lace-covered middle; I can’t stop the breathy moan coming from me.

“More baby,” comes out whinier than expected, “please please please more.”

“How could I ever say no to you?” His soft voice, wrapped in the most sultry tone, already has me in a chokehold when he dips his hand under the lace fabric. His fingers quickly find the perfect spot, making small circles on my touch-starved bud. The sounds pouring out of my mouth at this point are absurd.

He slides his other hand up my thigh, his index finger gently dipping into me, not far but enough to elicit a small gasp from me. The way this man can have me drenched at the lightest touch is insane.

I watch as he pulls his hand up, placing that same index finger into his mouth and slowly pulling it back out. FUCK he’s hot.

“My sweet girl,” he says, reaching up to caress my cheek for a moment before he taps my bottom lip, “let me—“ My mouth couldn’t open fast enough, he slides his middle and ring finger in and without hesitation I’m already swirling my tongue around them, hearing him moan quietly at the feeling.

He pulls his hand slowly back but swiftly, finding my entrance and pushing them in.

“Shit,” I mumble.

Finding the right spot, he continues pressing into it, making that knot in my stomach tighter.

“Come on, honey,” his voice makes everything even more overwhelming. “Need to hear how good you feel.”

That pushes me over the edge, my back arching as I’m overcome with pleasure. A slew of ‘oh my god’s and ‘Jacob’ loudly escape my body. He slows down but still applies pressure as I come down.

I reach my arms out to him, pulling him down on top of me, wrapping all my limbs around him. Turning my face into the crook of his neck, pressing little kisses all over him.

“Feel good?” he mumbles into me.

“Mhmm,” I hum against his warm skin, “It’s your turn,” Feeling his chest vibrate with a laugh, I hold him tighter against me.

As he starts to sit up, I let go, missing his warmth already. We switch places; he’s sat up against the headboard. I immediately crawl up in between his legs, wasting no time as I unbutton the rest of his shirt, pushing it out of the way. Kissing my way down from his jaw to his collarbones, finding that slight dip in the middle of his chest. His hands make their way into my hair, brushing it away from my face as I press my lips into his soft skin just above his hips.

Unbuttoning his pants alone makes him groan; his dick pressed tightly under the waistband, poor thing. Pushing them down with his boxers, my mouth is watering at the sight alone. Lightly tracing my finger up his length before fully wrapping my hand around him, carefully stroking him before wrapping my lips around him, and letting my tongue dance around him. Slowly taking more of him into my mouth, I glance up through my lashes to see his head tilted back against the headboard. Peering down at me, his mouth is barely open, but enough that his moans ring through my ears. I move up slowly and back down, going further so he’ll keep making those beautiful noises. As my nose just touches his stomach, I moan a little, causing his hands to tighten their grip on my hair.

I come up, still working him with my hand as I line myself up with him. He slides the lace over as I lower myself onto him, his hands finding their place on my hips as I adjust to the feeling.

“You feel so good,” he mumbles out, clearly focusing hard as his eyes shut softly. I roll my hips forward as he hits that spot again; oh god. Lifting my hips and dropping back down carefully, everything feels good.

“Oh,” I let out, as he starts thrusting his hips up into me, slowly at first but building up speed.

“Oh my god, baby,” I can’t hold back the moans anymore as he’s hitting the right spots, “Holy shit.”

“Stand up for me,” he says as he slows his hips down.

My legs shake as I lift myself off of him, stepping off the bed as he quickly follows behind. His hands snake around me, pressing his chest against my back, peppering kisses down my neck onto my shoulder.

“I’ve been thinking about bending you over all night,” he tells me softly, “can you do that for me, beautiful?” I don’t answer him, turning and pressing a kiss against his cheekbone and then leaning down and stretching my arms out.

His hands graze my ass as he steps closer; I can’t help but wiggle myself against him, teasing him until his palm swats at me with a small clap.

“Mmm, have I been bad, Captain?” I turn my head to see him from the corner of my eye, trying not to giggle at how ridiculous that sounds.

His head falls backward as he lets out a belly laugh. He leans over me and presses a kiss in between my shoulder blades.

“Soooo bad,” he says with a wink.

He lines himself up with me, gently pushing himself in, and god is it good. Feeling his hipbones pressed against me before he starts pumping himself into me. This angle is probably my favorite, feeling so full from him and it’s hitting all the right places.

“Harder, baby,” comes out a bit louder than before, with a loud moan right behind it. His hand sneaks around me, going back to its rightful place in between my legs and adding some friction to my throbbing clit. The sensation of his hand mixed with the feeling of him behind me. I swear I’m in heaven.

“Don’t hold back, honey,” he tells me. “Told you I wanted to hear you scream my name tonight, let it out.”

‘Oh my god,’ slips out as the tension builds again. I’m so close.

“Need to feel you come for me.”

His voice, mixed with his hand and his hips digging into my ass, sent me over the edge. I can’t refrain from the loud ‘Jacob’ that comes out of me as my orgasm tingles through my body. His hips slow a bit as he rubs my sides, waiting for me to come back to earth.

“God, you’re so hot,” he whispers, making us both giggle for a second. “This isn't gonna last much longer, hun.”

I reach back and tap his leg so he’ll step back, pulling out slowly. I push myself up from the bed, turning to face him and sinking to my knees. Wrapping my hand around him and pumping a few times before I lick a stripe up the length of him. Letting him slide into my mouth, I tap on his hip twice, and he starts to thrust gently. He carefully gathers all my hair, wrapping his around his hand and holding the back of my head.

“I’m gonna-” he starts, and before he can finish, I bob my head so he goes deeper. The delicious moan he lets out fills my ears before I feel his release. His head falls back as he rides out his high. I swallow as he pulls back, letting my hands glide up his stomach, enjoying the bliss on his face before he opens his eyes.

His hands grab mine and pull me up to my feet. Quickly grabbing the sides of my face, giving my lips a quick glance before smiling into me. His soft lips pressed into mine, taking turns trying not to smile, giggling at each other as he peppered my face with tiny pecks.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

My legs are tired as I walk into the living room and find Jacob sitting on the couch watching whatever Hallmark movie is on the TV. I shouldn’t be drooling over him already, but when he’s just there with no shirt and in his sweatpants, I can’t help myself. I can’t believe he’s MINE.

“Hi there,” he says, reaching out for me. “Feel better?” As I’m crawling into his lap.

“Much better. The shower was needed after all of that.”

Wrapping his arms around me as I curl up like a kitten on top of him, this is my favorite place to be. I tuck my face into his neck, enjoying the warmth of his skin. Quietly toying with his necklace, fixing the chain so the clasp is in the right spot. We sit in the quiet, the background noise of the cheesy romance on the TV keeping it from being silent.

“Are you hungry?” he whispers.

“I’m starving, actually,” I giggle back.

“Thank god,” the relief evident in his tone, “I’ll make us something quickly.”

“Jacob,” I glance at the clock, “It’s almost 2 a.m.”

“Already back to my full name?” he asks, raising his eyebrow. My mouth falls open; I tend to full-name him, but honestly, I just love it.

“You know what,” I start, holding eye contact with him, “Carry on. Thank you, baby.” There’s that smile.

“I could just call you Captain,” I tease, giggling as he turns around.

Pointing at me with a wooden spoon, “Don’t start something you’re not gonna finish, hun.”

Standing up from the couch, I make my way over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and leaning my face against his back as he cooks. Fiddling with the waistband of his sweatpants until he grabs my hand.

“Alright now,” he mumbles, “what did I just tell you?” his laugh vibrates through his body.

“And who said I can’t finish it?”

He turns around promptly, that devilish smirk creeping back onto his face, “care to try your luck?”

“Whenever you want, Captain.”

Masterlist | Taglist | Caravel Tavern Series Masterpost

Taglist Besties: I may have had a little Jakedown and this happened 🤭 Hope you enjoy xoxo

@gvfsstardust , @myleftsock , @mindastreamofcolours , @dont-go-home-without-me , @literal-dead-leaf , @lizzys-sunflower , @mackalah , @klarxtr , @edgingthedarkness , @writingcold , @i-love-gvf , @takenbythemadness , @ladywhimsymoon , @earthgrlsreasy , @peaceloveunitygvf , @violet-hayes , @musicspeaks , @anythingforjtk

105 notes · View notes

gretavanbear · 1 year

Text

Silly, Little, Tease. (part one of two)

Jake Kiszka x Fem!Reader (18+)

[a/n ; for mads, i love you!]

You loved this job, being out in the sun all day, interacting with all kinds of different people, serving them and creating connections, and the tips were amazing. There was nothing you loved more but to spend your days at the golf course bar, your station. You loved bartending, the job keeping you so busy that time flew by without notice. With this amazing job, came its pros and… it’s cons.

Jacob Kiszka.

The ladies man, the tanned god that every girl wanted, the musician, the cocky bastard, and the arrogant asshole you had to share your bar with. You couldn’t deny that he wasn't sexy, because he definitely was. He was gorgeous, beautifully tanned with a chiseled jawline and chocolate eyes. He had bright white teeth that shined when he’d be picking up girls at the bar.

Today, you clocked in and prepared your station, tying up your hair in a ponytail as you sat down on a stool which was hidden underneath the counter. You only sat there when there was no customers, and at this time no one would be here for another thirty minutes, except Jake of course. The thought of him apparently summoned him because there he was, lifting the counter and stepping behind it.

“Well, well, well, isn’t it the witch” He smirked, his brown eyes scanning your face for a reaction.

“Hey, troll.” You scoffed, placing your right foot on the bar of the stool’s legs. “Late. As usual. Don’t you care about your job?” You sighed.

“Looking this good takes time. And, I need my beauty sleep. Can’t work my charm as well if I haven’t fully rested, hm? Doesn’t help that I’m stuck with someone like you ‘til I clock out.” He spoke, walking over to his side of the bar, on your left. You watched the way he rested his arms on the counter, his ass poking out a little as his back was a little arched. You hated him, as much as you liked him. Maybe that’s what made it worse; that the two of you could like each other if he wasn’t such an asshole. You watched him pick up a toothpick and place it between his lips, his gorgeous shiny teeth fidgeting with it as his lips were a soft pink, always wearing a smirk.

As the day began getting busier and busier, you served your customers and he served his, occasionally flirting with every girl who came across his side. It annoyed you so much to see him like this, mostly because he always flirted with them and never with you.

“Hey there” A voice distracted you from your staring, your eyes darting right to the customer at the counter. He had curly hair and brown eyes, a soft energy around him. He was sat on a stool facing you, his elbows resting on the counter.

“Hi! What can I get you?” You spoke to him kindly, he was very attractive. You wondered if you could try using your charm the same way Jake does; the thought of him getting jealous excited you a little even if it might not happen at all.

“Can I get a salty dog, please?” His voice was raspy which excited you. You grinned at his drink choice, it wasn’t ordered very often so you gladly made it for him.

“Coming right up.” You replied and began making his drink. “You coming from out of town?” You made small talk, it helped you get through your day, especially since the only other option was to talk to Jake and that was torture.

“Yeah, you could say so.” He replied. He pulled out his wallet as you finished up his drink.

“That’ll be 7$.” You said, sliding the drink over to him. As the man opened up his mouth to reply, Jake walked over to you and interrupted him.

“What are you doing?” He snapped, intercepting your hand from taking the money.

“Come on, little brother. That’s no way to treat a lady.” The man spoke, shooting you an apologetic grin before turning his head to Jake. Little brother? You looked at the both of them, inspecting the look they gave each other.

“This is my twin, Josh.” Jake sighed. “So he doesn’t fucking pay” he groaned out before going back to his side of the bar.

“I’m so sorry. I had no idea” You breathed out. Luckily there was only you, Jake, the customer he was serving on his side of the bar and this mysterious man in front of you.

“Don’t worry about it. Take it as a tip, yeah?” He smiled. You reciprocated the action and he handed you the money. “Josh. Nice to meet you.” He added. You informed him your name and he nodded gently.

“How long have you worked here?” He asked, taking a sip of his drink and sighing out of content.

“Only a couple months. But I really like it, I meet new people every day and I also have lovely regulars who tip nice” You chuckled, wiping down the counter from the droplets of water which had splashed when you picked up ice for his drink.

“Well, thank you. I’ll see you around, darling.” Josh smiled at you before looking at Jake, who was glaring at him, and getting off the stool walking away from you both.

“That girl you work with,” Josh started, turning to his brother.

“What about her?” Jake sighed, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter.

“Have you guys…” He hesitated on asking, from the way his brother was reacting he wasn’t sure he should have brought her up.

“Fuck no. She annoys the shit out of me.” He groaned out, looking over at his brother quickly before focusing back on the road.

“So.. she’s available then?” Josh asked. His eyebrow raised as he tried to figure out Jake’s expression. Usually, he could tell what he was thinking but this face was new to him.

“I guess. If you’re looking for a bad lay. She’s a goodie two shoes, probably boring as fuck. If you saw the women that come up to me during my shifts…” Jake sighed, putting the car in park as they reached their destination.

“I mean.. Good girls are always the ones that surprise you the most.” Josh spoke as he stepped out of the car, following Jake to his apartment.

“Whatever. She’s just going to disappoint you.” Jake dismissed him. He felt guilty about the way he spoke about you, because the truth was he just wanted you to himself. But he knew that couldn’t happen, and it was just easier to argue with you than to share the way he felt.

You clocked in with a sigh, first to arrive like always. This was a different shift though, an earlier one due to a shipment arriving early in the day. You knew you’d probably have to handle it all alone since Jake was never much help with any physical work, only flirting with customers.

You waited for the truck to come by your building, looking around the empty golf course for any sign of life but it was still too early in the day.

“Well, look who it is..” Josh greeted you, Jake looking at you with an annoyed stare as the two of them walked over to your building.

“Good morning” You smiled at him, looking over at Jake quickly before looking down at your shoes.

“I wanted to ask you something, before I go. I just came by to say hey.” Josh spoke, coming up to your side of the bar as Jake lifted the counter and went to his side.

“Sure, what’s up?” You spoke, curious as to what he’s going to ask.

“Can I have your number? I’d love to take you out. You have a beautiful smile and I’d love to know more about you.” Josh spoke, his phone in his right hand.

You nodded eagerly and looked down at his phone, he passed it to you and you typed in your phone number with a smile.

“I’ll call you later” he gave you a wink before going to Jake’s side of the bar, whispering something in his ear. You felt their eyes on you and tried to ignore it, but you felt seen by him for once. You turned to look at them and watched Josh smirk at Jake before waving ‘bye’ at him, waling away from your building.

“What did he ask you?” Jake spoke, as you walked out to open the storage room door for your scheduled delivery.

“It’s none of your business” You said, walking back to the bar. You grabbed a rag to begin your morning cleaning.

“Well, it is my business. That’s my brother.” He said. The two of you watched the truck park next to the building.

“What- are you attached at the hip? He can’t do anything without you having to be there?” You spoke. Jake opened his mouth to respond but you interrupted him. “How come you’ve never told me about him then, huh?” You said as you unlatched the hook on the back door of the truck, pulling up the door. You enjoyed the physical labor in this job since it helped you stay active when you didn’t have time to go to the gym like you used to.

“Well. I just don’t want him to waste his time on you. That’s all” Jake shrugged, walking over to you and shooting you a smirk before grabbing a box from the truck and bringing it in the storage room. You scoffed and grabbed a box as well.

“What makes you say he’s wasting his time?” You said, putting the box down on a shelf and turning back to him. He rolled his eyes and turned back to the truck, bringing another box in the storage room. You passed by him and the two of you filled up the room without speaking to each other.

As you set down a box on the ground, you closed the truck door and headed for the storage room, passing by Jake. “You haven’t answered me.” You said as you watched him set down the final box which you had set on the floor. Before he could answer, the storage room door closed quickly and hard, startling the both of you. As he rushed to open it back up, the door knob wasn’t turning.

“Fuck!” Jake groaned as the door handle stayed in his hand, detached from the door.

“Oh great.” You sighed, sitting on one of the cases of alcohol, staring down at your shoes. “This is just what I fucking needed.” You sighed once again.

“I don’t want to be stuck in here with you either” Jake said, sitting down on an alcohol crate next to you.

“I’m quitting.” You spoke. “Once we get the hell out of this room, I’m quitting.” Today was the last straw. You’ll find another job, a better one.

“What?” And for the first time, Jake’s tone wasn't harsh with you, it was soft and delicate.

“I can’t do this anymore. I’ve never done anything to you, Jake. Ever since my first day.. It’s like you saw me and knew you hated me right away. It’s exhausting. I can’t do it anymore.” You sighed and felt your eyes well up with tears.

Jake breathed out your name, his fingers making their way to your hand gently. “I’m so sorry” He sighed, his hand wrapped around yours. You looked up at him through your blurred vision.

“You see, how can I believe that, huh? You don’t mean it, at all. I just know. If it’s so easy for you to be horrible to me all day long then it must be just as easy to apologize and not mean it.” You said, wiping your tears with your free hand, ripping the other one away from his grasp.

“No.. please. Please believe me. What can I do to prove it? To show you I really mean it?” He asked, his eyes begging for an answer.

During this moment, your mind went back to all those times you found yourself checking him out at the bar, your eyes scanning his body; the way his shirts hugged his body perfectly, the way his smirk got him all those tips. The way he’d whisper things in customer’s ears and made you wish it would happen to you, and it never did. Well now was your chance, you wanted a turn.

“I know what you can do, Jake.” You spoke, your tears dried. Your eyes scanned his pleading face.

“Anything..” He responded.

“Fuck me. Show me how sorry you are.”

{taglist :

@sarakay-gvf @positivegvfthings @brokenbells11 @krystalm98 @shutupdevvie @milkgemini @jordierama @maddie-van-fleet @writingcold @gretavanfleas @jakes-eyebrows @spark-my-nature @lo-pe-ak @lek-gvf @rad-space-princess @joshkiszkatoothgap @hippievanfleet @objectsinspvce @gvfficrecs @ageoffleet @welllauragvf @weightofstar @groupiegirlie08 @welllauragvf @fwzco @nicoleghost18 @andromeda-raine-gvf @sarrrahhh @ren-ni @Timeless—classics @zoe-tally06 @hellowgoodbye @aminaalilyy @spinthehemmo @hippievanfleet @quartzzzzzzz @streamofgvf }

152 notes · View notes

madneedshelp · 2 years

Text

Smoke - Jake Kiszka x FReader

pic : sophiechoosestheroad instagram

Summary: Jake wants to try something new for a show, and who better to help him out than you?

Warnings: some adult language, implied sex

Note: This is purely inspired by all the eyeliner pics because I am an absolute whore for men in eyeliner. Sorry it’s a bit short, I just had to get something out because these pictures are my whole train of thought right now.

“Babe! Can you come in here for a sec?”

Your head snaps up at the frantic call for you coming from your boyfriend.

“Coming!” You hurry out of your seat backstage and head for Jake’s dressing room.

The pounding of your heart instantly calms once you see inside. He sounded purely panicked a second ago and you were expecting something awful. You thought maybe he’d hurt himself or ruined his stage clothes, but no. This was nothing of the sort.

Jake had eyeliner messily smeared all over his fear-widened eyes.

“It won’t come off.” He whispered, tissues in hand. You couldn’t help but laugh at him. “Hey, it’s not funny, sweetheart. I’m serious, this shit is on there good.”

“It’s a little funny.” You gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Give me one minute.”

Thankfully, Josh was getting his rhinestones done and their makeup artist always had plenty of remover on her. You popped over, acquired some makeup remover, and make it back to your worried boyfriend in seconds flat. You sat him down and immediately got to work.

“Here, look up and try not to move or blink, if you can.” You murmured as you began to gently wipe off the eyeliner.

“Thank you, baby. I really appreciate it.” He began to visibly relax as you worked.

“Of course. And you weren’t kidding, this stuff really is stuck on there. I’ve just about got it all, though.” As you wiped away the last of the eyeliner, another question came to mind. “What inspired all this anyway, Jakey?”

His cheeks flushed slightly. “I don’t know…I guess everyone else has been doing something lately. Sammy did some rhinestones, so does Josh, and Danny does too. I just thought maybe I’d use some of this.” He paused for a moment, and you were truly shocked to see him this bashful. “Do you think people would like it?”

You swore you could feel your heart melting a little bit. “Well, even though what matters most is that you like it, I think everyone would love it.”

“Would you help me do it right this time?”

The question came so suddenly, and it was a bit of a rarity. Jake didn’t usually ask you for help, he didn’t really ask anyone for help. It definitely wasn’t his strong suit. That’s how you could tell this meant a lot to him.

“Are you sure you want me to do it? I think Josh is almost done, I could go get-” You were cut off before you could finish.

“No, I want you to do it, baby. I’m sure.” He leaned up to plant a kiss on your lips.

The kiss left a smile on your lips as you nodded. “Okay, I’ll do it. You’re really twisting my leg here, Jacob.”

While he didn’t like to ask for help and was relentlessly stubborn at times, he was following instructions incredibly well. You told him not to move, and he was practically a statue. While you did your own eyeliner at times, doing it on other people was trickier, but you could tell he was doing his best to make it easy for you.

You finished up by gliding the eyeliner pencil over his bottom waterline one more time and then stepped back to admire your handy work.

“How is it?” He looked up at you with excited brown eyes.

“Honest answer?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Always.”

“It’s hot as fuck, Jakey.”

He stood and went to go look in the mirror himself. He looked very pleased with the look and shot a glance back in your direction. “All thanks to my wonderful makeup artist.”

You stepped up behind him and wrapped your arms snugly around his waist. “No, it’s all you for sure. You look fantastic.”

His grin turned into more of a mischievous smirk. “You really like it that much?”

Now you were the one with flushed cheeks. Your boyfriend was attractive no matter what he was wearing, but something about the eyeliner…it was doing something for you.

“Yeah, it’s alright I guess...” You feigned nonchalance.

He turned and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Want to show me how much you like it?”

His words sent heat flooding through you, and you desperately wanted to oblige him, but a knock outside the door derailed your plans.

“Jake! Ten minutes to go, brother!” Sam called from the hall.

Jake cursed under his breath. “Sorry, love.”

“No worries. Duty calls, rockstar. We can always revisit this later.” You gave him one last kiss before he was off to grab his guitar and go out on stage.

And revisit it later you did. And when you revisited it, you made sure he left the eyeliner on.

#jake kiszka #jake kiszka x y/n #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka x you #jake greta van fleet #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet #josh kiszka #sam kiskza #danny wagner #jake kiszka eyeliner

152 notes · View notes

abeautylives · 2 years

Text

Imperfect Moments - Chapter One

a/n: This is my first intentional series, I hope you love it 🥹 I don’t have a posting schedule in mind but I do have several chapters already locked and loaded.

Series Masterlist

pairing: Jakexfemale!reader

word count: 1.4k this chapter

series summary: You’re in love with your best friend. His twin brother hates you. Or does he?

warnings: none this chapter aside from a little language

jake_gvf just posted a photo

The notification appears and you flick it away.

Jake’s updates are the rarest and yet they irritate you the most. Josh had convinced you to follow everyone in the band, to “keep up with us when we’re gone,” and you’d done it simply because he’d asked. On the off chance that he’s posted a picture including his twin, you decide to open the app.

So pretentious. Bitch, you’re not a pirate.

Lame.

You leave the comment, knowing he’ll never see it.

When your phone starts ringing in your hands, you can’t help but smile as your favorite picture of Josh’s face graces the screen.

“Joshua, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“You’ve really done it now, darling,” your heart rate picks up at the nickname, “Jake’s pissed.”

“Pissed about what?” You’re actually confused. You haven’t seen or even been in the same state as Jake in weeks. You rarely speak to him.

“Your little comment on his picture. Oh, he’s completely up in arms over it, throwing an actual tantrum! They call me the dramatic one.” Josh’s laughter is infectious and you join in happily, until what he’s saying sinks in.

“Wait, how did he even see that? He reads his own Instagram comments?” You didn’t think they took much control over that kind of thing, and you definitely didn’t think yours would stand out amongst the flood of fans drooling over him.

“Jacob takes his work on social media very seriously Y/N,” his tone is stern until a giggle comes over the line. He’s joking, but you’re chewing over your bottom lip, still concerned that your comment had even blipped on Jake’s radar.

“Y/N? You there?”

Shaken out of your contemplation, you fix a smile onto your lips that Josh can’t see. “Yeah! Sorry, sorry you have to deal with that. He’s so annoying.”

“No, this is great. I love it when you get under his skin, the entertainment is free. I do need to go though, just wanted to say thank you for making me laugh from afar.”

“Pleased to be of service,” you chuckle, proud of yourself for earning the praise of the older twin. “When do you get back?”

“Hmm, I think we’ll be home next week. Maybe Friday? I’ll let you know, we can go out!”

“Sounds good, I miss you already,” it slips out, but you mean it.

“We haven’t been gone that long! I’ve gotta go darling, talk soon!”

“Yeah, talk soon. Bye J-“

He’s already hung up.

You’re not sure why you’ve never clicked with Jake when it had been instant with his literal carbon copy, he’d immediately seemed to dislike you after your first meeting. You figure it’s probably because he’s too pretty for his own good and unfortunately, he knows it.

Josh is pretty like that too, unbelievably so, but it’s almost like he has no idea. You love that about him. You love everything about him. You might be in love with him.

He’s completely oblivious.

It’s hard to not develop a crush on Josh. You’re sure that anyone who’s ever interacted with him walks away a little bit in love, and you interact with him more than most but in over a year, he’s never given you the impression that he feels anything more than platonic affection for you.

Stupidly, that hasn’t stopped you from letting your world revolve around him.

Over a thousand miles away, reclined against the pillows of his claimed bed in the hotel room he’s currently sharing with his brother, Jake is staring at his phone. Fuming.

“What the fuck is her problem?”

“Who?” Josh can’t help but poke the bear.

“Your little friend, where does she get off calling me lame? Like she doesn’t know who the fuck I am.” Jake’s a humble guy, normally. Or at least he thinks he is.

“And who the fuck are you, Jake, hm? I quite enjoy that she doesn’t like you.”

“What you quite enjoy is that she only likes you. You love the attention, it’s sort of pathetic.” He doesn’t mean it, not really, but the friendship between you and his brother grates on his nerves in a way he won’t bother explaining. “You know she’s into you, right?”

“Y/N?! No, it’s not like that with us.”

“Josh, it’s not like that with you. She never leaves you alone. She likes you, it’s disturbingly obvious.”

“To who?” He seems genuinely surprised by this revelation, eyebrows raised high on his forehead.

“You’re an idiot,” Jake mutters it under his breath as he deletes your comment under his post and then promptly drops the conversation.

The following week, the guys got back into town on Friday, just as Josh had thought. And he had called you, just as he said he would. What he failed to do however, was tell you that all of his brothers would be joining you when he suggested you go out.

When you walked up to the table expecting to find Josh with his beaming smile and head full of curls, only to be met with three beaming smiles and one distinct sneer, the disappointment settled deep in your belly. Rather than allow it to show, you greeted them cheerily.

“Fancy seeing all of you here! How was Florida?”

They each stand to offer you a hug, Sam giving you a friendly kiss on the cheek before dragging Danny to the bar with him to order a round. When Josh wraps his arms around you, you return the gesture and hold onto him for longer than you should. You really did miss him, but your reunion is soured by the look of displeasure on Jake’s face. Unfortunately, it’s directed at you and your eyes have found his over Josh's shoulder. You maintain the eye contact as the embrace comes to an end.

“Jacob.”

“Y/N.”

“Well look at the two of you, it’s been thirty seconds and you haven’t cursed at or spit on each other yet!” Josh truly does find your distaste for one another entertaining, it’s puzzling to him but he enjoys trying to figure it out.

“The night is still young. I need a drink.” Jake finally stands and bumps your shoulder with his as he makes his way across the room where the others are waiting at the bar.

“I can’t believe you guys have the same DNA. He’s such an asshole,” you huff out as you rub the spot on your shoulder that Jake had touched. Josh simply laughs.

Most interactions you have with Jake end with you telling one of his brothers he’s an asshole. He’s never actually touched you though, not since the handshake you shared when you first met. His body’s contact with yours leaves you feeling off-balance and irritated, and you eventually call the night early after confirming with Josh that the two of you will get together soon.

Josh turns from you when you leave his side, sips his drink and keeps talking with Sam.

Jake watches your back until you’ve left the building.

The thing about Jake that no one knows, not even his twin, is that he’s jealous. Jealous of your easy friendship, envious of the attention you’re constantly showering his brother with.

When you’d been introduced he’d been pleased to finally meet you, but the sheer amount of time you spent with Josh quickly became excessive. While the world had literally shut down, he’d watched you cling to his brother in a time where contact with other people had become so limited.

The part that bothers him is that he envies what Josh refuses to realize is there. Josh doesn’t appreciate what you have to offer, and it makes him feel like he’s not allowed to. Not allowed to indulge in your presence, not allowed to admire you. So he’s gotten to know you from a distance, overhearing phone conversations and eavesdropping when you’re in their home. Occasionally he’ll join the two of you but keeps his communication with you scarce, or nonexistent.

Which is fine. He can handle that, except he’s seen what’s going on behind your eyes every time you let them linger on Josh’s face. He can feel it radiating from you if he gets too close. Somewhere along the way, you’d developed feelings for his brother.

And he wishes they had been for him.

Therefore, he acts like he can’t stand you. In turn, he knows you hate him because of it.

Taglist:

@lightmylove-gvf @spicedandicedtea @weneedsomehealing123 @milkgemini @why-ami-on-here

Please let me know if you’d like to be added ❤️

#greta van fleet #gvf #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet fan fiction #gvf fic #gvf fan fiction #josh kiskza #josh gvf #jake kiszka #jake gvf

192 notes · View notes

ashisill · 7 months

Text

Stay a while 2

Warnings: language, mentions of past relationship trauma, arguing, oral (m&f receiving), fem dom for a bit, and failing deeply in love with your beloved twins.

(Not edited as much as I’d like it to be :/)

The long awaited part 2. It’s a lot more tame than the last chapter, but that won’t last very long.

“Jake you really can’t pull that shit again”. Josh spoke to his brother as the morning sun began to shine through the curtains.

“I would never hurt her. I didn’t know okay?”

“I know you didn’t but I did, and I told you to stop. Did you listen?”

“Being honest I thought you were being over dramatic” Jake stated, laughing it off.

“Do you want this to work? Is this what you truly want Jacob?”

“That’s a stupid fucking question ain’t it?”

“Then fucking listen to me” Josh snapped at his brother. Being careful not to raise his voice enough to wake up. You slept peacefully in Josh’s arms as Jake rubbed your back softly. Completely unaware of the conversation that was taking place.

“I know her better that anyone. I know her body better than she does. I know when it’s to much or even when it’s not enough. She’s been through some fucked up shit okay? It’s another reason why I’m so damn gentle with her, but you can’t scare her again. I know fucking know her, and if you care about her you’ll listen to me”

“I-” Jake went to speak unaware of your past. He’s realized why Josh is so overprotective when it comes to you. He’s always thought it’s because you are his first love, but now he’s begin to understand.

You stirred around his Josh’s arms. Your eyes having a hard time adjusting to the sunlight. “Good morning my love”

“Mhm” you stretched out. “Morning Joshy”.

“Where’s my good morning doll?”

“I was getting there Mr Impatient ” you turned towards him giggling.

“Do you want coffee?” Josh asked hoping you’d say yes, so he could have time to breath.

“Ooo yes please”

He nodded his head, kissed your forehead, and headed out the door. He stood in the kitchen alone, and took a breath. Running his hands through his hair to soothe himself. Jake laid there oblivious Josh had even left. He stared at the ceiling completely lost in thought.

“What’s on your mind Jakey?”

“Hmm oh … nothing. How’d you sleep?”

You watched him struggle for words, and he definitely wasn’t telling the truth. “No seriously what’s up?”

“You know very well that I would never hurt you?

“Of course I know-”. He cut you off mid sentence.

“Last night was just an accident. I’ll take better care of you next time okay? Please understand that. I’ll take such good care of you princess”

“I know Jake”

“Because I lo-”

He almost let it slip. He stopped himself, and instantly wished he would’ve just shut up.

“Coffee for you my darling” Josh pranced back into the room with two coffee mugs. “How’s it going in here my love?”

“Good me and Jake were just talking ab-”

What is it with them interrupting you this morning?

“We’ll that’s good” he said sounded a little frustrated, and took a sip quickly after. You realized then that they already talked this over before you’d even woke up. Assuming the things Josh told him you now realized why Jake found it so important that you understood him. And understand him you did, but did the words I love you almost slip his lips?

“Why is that?” You questioned him.

“Takings good” he hid his eyes from you.

“Your so full of shit. Don’t act like your clueless. What did you tell him”. You snapped at him, but you didn’t know why. Maybe it was in fear of losing Jake, but why? It was one night how are you in so deep so quickly?

“I told him to be more careful next time” Josh said keeping it short.

“And what else?” You asked but he shook his head as if there was nothing more. You locked eyes with Jake trying to pull out the truth. If only he wasn’t so hard to read.

“Joshua tell me what you said” you began to get angry with him, but again why?

Why? Why? Why? You’ve never been so confused in your life.

“Calm down hun I only told him to be more observant. And that I know you well, and when I say you need to stop i’m usually right”

“Promise that’s all?”

“Pinky promise my love”

“Why get so work up sweet girl?” Jake asked you as he pulled you in his lap. You took a deep breath, and spoke so softly neither of them heard. They gave each other a look of concern.

“We can’t hear you mama. Can you speak up for us?”

“Because I don’t want this to end” you whispered.

“Who said this was ending? I sure as hell didn’t” Jake reassured you.

You looked at Josh through your lashes with sad eyes. “You look so sad my darling. You think I’m just gonna take him away from you because he made a mistake?” he clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Nobody is going anywhere. Not right now, so don’t be stressing”

Maybe you should have payed more attention to the ‘not right now’ part. Except in this moment it felt so good to know they were yours.

“He’s right sweetheart. Nobody is leaving you. I promise”

“I mean it’s only just beginning dear”. When you saw the look Josh gave his brother. Your stomach sank, and you knew instantly something was about to go down.

You laid with your back against Jake’s chest. Josh began to make his way over to you. He lifted your shirt, and began to kiss your stomach. You squirmed as his hands began to wonder your thighs. He slowly slid down your underwear, and placed a kiss to your aching clit. You gasped for air at the site of it.

When he began to lick you softly you were already failing apart in Jake’s arms. “Relax pretty stay still” Jake instructed.

You hardly listened as your legs began to shake, and your arms reaching for Josh’s curls.

“Josh I’m gonna- I’m gonna”

“Already pretty thing? Come on baby let’s have it” Jake whispered in your ear.

Oh and you did. Hard. With your legs, and core shaking your vision began to disappear. Except he didn’t stop. “I finished Josh … Josh” you said weakly.

“Oh he knows”. You felt Josh smile against you, knowing exactly what he’s doing to you.

“Josh fuck I finished”. When your squirming legs became a problem he just pushed them up towards your chest … for Jake to hold down. With Jake’s arms wrapped tightly around your legs, and Josh’s mouth buried in your cunt. You felt as if you might burst, but that feeling only became stronger. Josh slipped a finger inside you then two. Curling it in that spot he knows so well.

Suddenly you felt a feeling that you’ve never felt before. “Josh stop I’m feel like I’m about to-”

“It’s okay. You’re okay” When you nodded your head frantically Jake’s tone turned feral. “Josh keep going”

“No no I can’t I can’t”

“Shh shh shh pretty girl. Let it happen I’ve got you. Your safe with us”

You never seen this side of Jake. So gentle? Doesn’t seem right at all. Especially after last night.

“I’m so close fuck. Jake I’m so close”

“Let it come baby. I’m right here. Were both right here. Fucking let it happen”

Everything went blurry, and you couldn’t feel a thing. If you didn’t know any better you’d think you’d floated off into space. Jake was kindly talking you through it. You wished you could process the words he was saying. All you knew is that you did in fact love him. Although he may seem like he’s all rough, and doesn’t give a fuck. He does care. Very deeply in fact. He cares about you, and maybe he’s loved you all this time. Maybe he loved you before Josh did. You were just clueless, but Josh wasn’t. Josh is desperately, and hopelessly in love with you too. He might have know about Jake’s feelings, but made a move before he could. There might have been a fight over it that you knew nothing about. And maybe just maybe there was a promise made. A promise that he could have you too. Only on your conditions of course. Again you we’re clueless, and fail right where they wanted you. And maybe you yourself loved Jake before. Did you attempt to push those feelings away for Josh? Or was it for yourself? Whatever the reason may be those feelings didn’t stay hidden for very long.

“I love you Jakey”

He’s waited longer than you’d ever know to hear those words. The world went quiet for a moment all he heard was your voice. A million emotions rushed through him until he felt like he was on fire.

He cupped your face with his hands, and kissed you softly. “I love you too sweetheart. More than you will ever understand. I know I can be rough with you, but I’ll hold your heart like it’s as fragile as glass”

“Jakey”

“My girl. My pretty pretty girl”

Josh watched as you confessed your love for his brother. He felt as if he was watching from a far. As if he wasn’t even in the room. He felt invisible almost. Like you were seeing right through him. He was far from the truth.

“Josh baby you okay?”

“I’m okay sweet love”

“Come here joshy” you moved off of Jake, and Josh laid his head on your chest. “Feeling left out pretty boy?”

He nodded his head against you. “Oh you poor poor thing. Lay back”

“Yes ma’am”

“You’re so hard for me darling” you started feeling him through his shorts.

“It’s all for you baby”

“Must hurt huh? Haven’t got enough attention?”

“It hurts so bad mama. Make it feel better”

You slid his shorts down admiring him through his boxer. “So pretty”

“Touch me”

“Use your manners”

“Please touch me please. I need it so bad” You hushed him, and began massage him. “Jake out”

“Excuse me?” Jake asked confused. “I said out”

“Josh you can’t do that-” you stared up at him lost.

“Your fucking mine I can do what I want” he got defensive.

“I can’t watch?” Jake tried to reason.

“Yes you can” you cut in.

“No you fucking can’t. Out”

“Josh enough. Jake’s staying you fucking started this shit, and your not gonna treat him like this. Now quiet or I’ll stop.

“No! Don’t stop!”

You kissed his thighs, and his lower stomach. You let him free, and began stroking him slowly. You swirled your tongue around his tip. “Do you want it?”

“I need it please. Please do it I’m begging” he sounded as if he might cry.

“That’s it baby. Such a good girl” Jake encouraged you.

You opened your mouth and began to take him in. He tried to keep himself quiet. If there’s one thing you’ve noticed it’s that Josh is loud. He tries to hold himself back, but it never last long. You know when he’s close by the way he sounds. When he bites his lip, and throws his head back you think you might just finish. It’s the soft whimpers that really gets you going. Especially when he’s buried up in your neck saying your name. Jake on the other hand it’s more just heavy breathing, grunts, and lots of degradation. You truly don’t know what you love more.

He held your hair back, and moved with you. You wanted to tease him, but you knew how desperate he was. Even so you felt him start to twitch, and you pulled off. He bucked his hips upward trying to find some friction. He stared at you in shock “I can’t I can’t do it”

“Shh love calm down. It’s okay I promise”

You took him in again, but before he got too close you did the same thing. You looked up to see tears filled his eyes. “One more time?

“I need to cum” was all he said.

“I know and I always get you there don’t I?”

He nodded his head and the begging began. “I can’t handle it I can’t mama I can’t”

“Quiet baby. Do you wanna cum?” You licked up the sides.

He cried out for you and began to move frantically. He was close very close. His grip on your hair almost hurt. “Please don’t stop”

And you didn’t stop. He finished and you swallowed it, but you didn’t stop. You thought he was gonna scream. Eventually he pulled you off saying it was to overstimulating. That’s when Jake but in saying he could take it.

You rolled your eyes, gave Josh a kiss on the check, and headed to the shower. As soon as you turned the water on they were standing in the door way. “Can I help you?”

“Can we join?” That said in unison.

You were briefly confused by there voices together. You shook your head no, but they promised to behave.

“We’d be good for you”

“Fine, but you have to stop that twin shit. It’s starting to scare me”

They gave each other a look. You then realized you didn’t even know the half of it.

What have you gotten yourself into?

28 notes · View notes

destinyc1020 · 2 months

Note

I said she was definitely super friends with Timmy in 2021, I'm not discrediting their friendship from that era, I'm very aware they were talking regularly because she sent him clips from m&m before it was released. I was saying that something shifted between that era (up to 2023 if you want for Darnell birthday) and february 2024. I'm not discrediting what she said in the past (by the way her :and Tom too: always say they become so close so friendly with all their cast mates and are then never seen together outside of filming. It's in part marketing), I'm trying to match her words then and her attitude now and see it it matches, and to me it doesn't

Also I don't think it's about shipping either because there are definitely locals shipping her with Josh and especially Mike (I've seen tiktok and reels with comments with thousands of like saying it), but she doesn't care (and as she should we don't care about the stupid comments). I was saying the vibes between the Challengers trio and Challengers and the rest of the cast was clearly on differn level. Even Timmy own stans were saying it and were wondering what happened between part one and part two.

I was saying that something shifted between that era (up to 2023 if you want for Darnell birthday) and february 2024. I'm not discrediting what she said in the past

"Something shifted"? And you're basing that on WHAT exactly? 🤔

Because you don't see half of what goes on in these people's lives. You also don't see what they text or write to each other.

But let's go with your logic that "something shifted"....

Well, I know a lot has changed from 2021 to 2024.

For one, Timothée is no longer SINGLE. He's been in a relationship with Kylie for over a year. Idk about others, but I'm definitely a little more cautious about how I come across with my male friends when they're single vs. when they're in a relationship with somebody else.... especially if we're CLOSE. It's not because there's anything romantic going on, and it's not because I even ever had any feelings for them whatsoever. It's more so as a show of RESPECT for the dude and his now gf. It's especially important (imo) when I've known the guy friend longer than he and his gf have known each other. It's a respect thing.

Also, maybe Z HERSELF is an engaged woman by now? Did anyone stop and think about that? 🤔

Keep mind also that when she and Timmy were shopping for his apartment, she was dating JE (a rebound fling) at the time. 😏 Z is now back with TOM, the love of her life imo, and so she might also be more sensitive and cautious to certain things herself because she knows that people heavily ship her with Timmy.

(by the way her :and Tom too: always say they become so close so friendly with all their cast mates and are then never seen together outside of filming. It's in part marketing), I'm trying to match her words then and her attitude now and see it it matches, and to me it doesn't

Well, sometimes it's just marketing "talk", but other times, Tom and Z really might be serious about being close to their costars while filming, but then, after filming ends, people go their separate ways, you get busy, you move on, you just have a lot going on in life, that it sometimes gets hard to always hang out and whatnot. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Actors usually lead VERY busy lives. A lot of times, they're on filming sets, or traveling for promotion, or working/prepping for a new role, etc. I'm sure it's hard for some to even sync up their calendars. Look, if it's hard for me to sync up and hang with friends of mine who live in the same city, I can only imagine how it is for actors lol 😆

So that's why, if I ever see or hear of actors hanging out together, or taking the time out to be with a specific person, it's usually because they are really close since they have MADE that time. But other times, people just can't meet up, but it doesn't mean they're not still friends.

I'm sure Tom still talks to Jacob Batalon every now and then, even though they don't hang out as often as they used to. Does it mean they hate each other though? I doubt it.

I know you're not out here trying to compare the measly shipping of her and her Challengers co-stars, to the level of shipping that was done btwn her and Timothée Chalamet. 😒

Girl please lol 😆

Fans were shipping her and Timothée BEFORE the First Dune movie press tour! Before they even got to Italy! I know, because I was THERE. It all started when Timmy wrote that birthday tribute to her on IG. 👀 Actually, I take that back. Some fans were excited to see Timdaya content when he and Z were spotted in that Bed, Bath & Beyond Store in NYC. That was waay back in Feb of 2020 girl. 😏

There are even account names dedicated to Timdaya shipping. 🙄 There were tons of pics, gifs, and items dedicated to them on the first press tour.

Timdaya Fans were looking for more Timdaya "content" during the second Dune Part 2 press tour, and were even cropping Austin and Florence out of group photos cuz they were MAD that they were on the press tour and taking time "away" from Timmy and Zendaya content! 🙄

Chiiiiilllle don't even get me started lol! 😅 There is NO WAY you can compare Z being "shipped" with Mike and Josh (who don't even have HALF the size fandom that Timothée does), to Z being shipped with Hollywood's "Golden Boy", Timothée Chalamet. 😏

I was saying the vibes between the Challengers trio and Challengers and the rest of the cast was clearly on differn level. Even Timmy own stans were saying it and were wondering what happened between part one and part two.

And like I said, different movies, different vibes, and Z had a different role as well. She was more so the leader and trying to make Josh and Mike comfortable on the Challengers press tour since they're not used to that level of promotion.

Not to mention, she was not having to divide time btwn such a large cast.

Actors are different depending on the nature and vibe of the film they are promoting. Tom promoting TCR is not going to be the same Tom promoting Spiderman. The films have two totally different vibes. It doesn't necessarily mean that they are any LESS close to their costars though.

Austin and Callum for example had a more subdued press tour together for MOTA promotion. Their series was about WW2. Yet, when Austin was with Jodie promoting The Bikeriders, they were silly, goofy, and cutting up! Lol 😂

Austin and Callum, though, are actually really GOOD friends and have even hung out several times outside of work. Just because their press tour was a bit more "serious" (due to the nature of their series) doesn't mean that they are any LESS friends.

I showed you plenty of instances where Z was being fun, and acting JUST FINE around Timmy during the Dune 2 press tour. To me, she was acting normal. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Idk why you don't want to believe that?

Part 2 was way more serious than Part 1 if you ask me. So, the vibe on this press tour was probably a lot different anyway just because part 1 and part 2 are two totally different films, with 2 totally different vibes and messages. Jmho

Also, keep in mind that we don't know what these actors are doing bts when they step away from these interviews. You keep basing all of your opinions on what you can actually SEE, and all I'm saying is, there are things you CAN'T see as well! So don't be so quick to judge smthg based only on what you think you see.

I wouldn't have even known that Timmy sent Darnell some Christian music if he hadn't mentioned it during the press tour rofl 🤣

Obviously, Timmy is close with Z and Darnell. Idk why that's so hard to grasp. Timmy is ALSO in a serious relationship right now though, so the dynamics of "friendship" might have changed due to that, or just due to him being more busy and now needing to divide his time btwn work and his significant other now.

But I'm not going to assume that Z and Timmy have had some sort of falling out or beef simply due to things on a press tour, or a Beyoncé concert (which, BTW all celebrities were in a VIP room together BEFORE they all walked out).

We only see 2% of these people's lives y'all. I think we need to keep that in mind.

6 notes · View notes

overthinkingtaleblr · 1 year

Text

My Josh Headcanon Masterlist

Everyone welcome to the table the first character in any media to have me considering broader sexuality and gender than cishet for characters! Josh is a warm and welcoming sweetheart with a frequently-changing story and life, and even seems to contradict themself on occasion... So I decided to complicate things. Occam's Razor? More like I'm going to do the weirdest thing possible.

As I see it, Josh-- similar to the Acachallas-- has some quality that makes it easier for them to travel between dimensions. Josh seems to lead several different lives because they happen to be multiple different people, each with their own personal lives. They are not specifically from any one dimension, and tends to live on the fringes or in abandoned pocket dimensions... with some exceptions.

Who Is Josh?

As I see it, there are several different people co-existing who all qualify as Josh. They are all ten years apart for now to give a consistent difference between them, some have different identities, but they are all Josh. This is because when Josh appears in a video, there is almost ALWAYS a conflict relating to dimensions, so maybe Josh THEMSELF is an inter-dimensional person. This makes the reason why they act so different all the time because... it's different people!!! Specifically four of them!

Josh Davenport, age 47, wife of Aaron Davenport and adoptive mother of an amnesiac Sally Villainchalla, named Cecelia Davenport, who she's attempting to redeem. The trio live alone in a pocket dimension, and are completely self-sufficient without contact to the outside world. This Josh is likely from the Villainchalla's universe, and was hoping to never have to return, and to make something from their world innocent and cheerful.

Jacob Keller, age 37, lives in Greece, the most hectic and chaotic of them all... and also a butch lesbian. Has both worked with Johnny Ghost and betrayed him. Accidentally broke up with Dummy because they didn't know the guy, really confusing the Josh who was dating Dummy. Somehow knows Gregory Gregory. Gregory and does the most dimensional travel out of all the Joshes.

Josh Keller, age 27, native to the main dimension, dating Dummy, works as a pumpkin picker, and went to school with Johnny Toast. They're close with their sister, Taylor, and are trying to reconnect with their brother, Charlie. This is ONE of the Joshes to join PIE in the billion year war. They died by falling off a roof in that timeline.

Josh Stevens, age 17, this is the Josh who would be in a romantic relationship with Jenny Ghost and Jenny Toast if the option was on the table. This is the other Josh to join PIE in the Billion Year War. They died while trying to control a Tripod from the inside.

Four different characters who all happen to be one, the structure of this analysis will likely be somewhat different than usual. I think that they're all friendly to each other if and when they encounter each other, though they never worked out a system for when they encounter someone the other Joshes know.

Relationship HCs

Aaron Davenport

The Husband of specifically Josh Davenport, he hasn't met any of the other versions of his spouse. The two live outside of the standard dimensions to try to avoid getting involved in anything horrible or hectic, and Josh loves him very much. They see each other as a grounding force, and wouldn't trade each other's company for the world.

Charlie Keller

Josh's younger brother and a bartender at a tourist trap hotel. Despite his sibling's abilities, he has nothing that he is aware of just yet, making him frustrated and a little self-loathing. Josh is not aware of the depth of what he's feeling, and accidentally brushes him off more than once. They're trying to reconnect but they've both changed so much that the old methods they used to connect won't work yet.

In the billion year war, they made it their priority to find their brother after finding out he was making up prophecies and going by Action Charlie to sound cooler than he really was. They wanted to get it in his brain how dangerous his choices were, but the wasteland got to them first.

His inferiority complex can be a problem if not considered.

Darth Calculus

Hate to say this, but while I'm not sure which one yet, one of the Joshes has joined the ranks of characters who went to school under Darth Calculus... Which likely says something about where that one's loyalties lie at the end of the day. As it stands now, only one of the four trained under him, though it's possible his influence can reach all of them through his actions toward one... not sure yet.

Dummy

Josh Keller's significant other, the pair have been dating for a long while and met through Johnny Toast. She likes how sensitive but mature he is, and thinks his forgetful nature is a little funny.

Jacob randomly encountered Dummy one day, thought he was ridiculous, and orchestrated a break-up with them for the drama. She thinks the other version of her could do better. She would be disappointed to learn they repaired their relationship afterward.

Gavin Toast

Much to every other Josh's chagrin, Josh Stevens has a bit of an unsubstantial crush on every Toast she encounters, and that includes Gavin. It is also likely to Gavin's chagrin, considering he wouldn't have the time to babysit a child. They would say something, he would roll his eyes and go back to work, they wouldn't notice him shrugging them off, they probably robbed a bank together... y'know, harmless.

Jenny Ghost

Possible girlfriend!

Jenny Toast

Johnny Ghost

Johnny Toast

27-year-old Josh and Johnny Toast met each other through high school.

Same for 17-year-old Josh, but that was a different dimension, and they didn't hit it off the same way.

Sally Villainchalla

Or Cecelia Davenport, the oldest of the Joshes 'rescued' the amnesiac Villainchalla from their universe without realizing she was apart of the problem. They love their daughter, and are doing what they can to grow beyond the evil expectations of their world. Cecelia doesn't have any memories outside of the pocket dimension she's been raised in, and with any luck it'll stay that way.

Taylor Keller

Josh's older sister and someone who Josh heavily looks up to! They trust their sister's intuition and are closer with her than they are their brother.

Trivia

The birth order of Josh and their siblings goes Taylor, Josh, Charlie. They are also all trans and they try their best to be supportive to each other. They don't stay together in every universe, and Josh Keller is the tightest with both their siblings at once.

Josh Davenport gets their surname from Andrew Davenport, one of the creators of Teletubbies.

Jacob Keller gets their first name from a pseudonym Josh used in canon, and they and Josh Keller get their surname from Joe Keller, who played the main character of the 1987 All My Sons made-for-TV film since 21 pilots gets their name from that. That is also their canon original surname.

Josh Stevens gets their name from it being declared in canon at one point... why they don't have the Keller surname... who knows... ;)

#taleblr #taleblr headcanons #taleblr josh #josh keller #taleblr masterlist #jacob keller #Josh davenport #aaaa this was supposed to post later today ^^;

7 notes · View notes

jackienautism · 1 year

Note

Now I’m really curious about your thoughts on the other counselors. I don’t really have any strong opinions on them much tbh idk why. Maybe it’s the whole “horny teenager” trope or something

(finally getting around to this. sorry for taking so long dfkldg)

yeaaaah fair enough dfgjndg thats exactly why i get pissed off playing the game tbh. it just becomes so convoluted with this romantic whatever bullshit that it gets SUPER TIRING...... but that's ok though bc silas kaylee and caleb need someone to love them unconditionally right?

anywho! i appreciate you wanting to see my other unfiltered opinions on the characters kdfgdfjg bc gosh do i have a lot. especcially for TQ bitches. as i just ssaid,

i AM going to get unfiltered and potentially brutal so if anyone is your ultimate bestie i recommend not reading (abi and laura are safe though of course<3) (mainly because nothing about either of them necessarily irritated me LOL and im easy to irritate)

im going to reference my thoughts on the characters from a note i wrote after playing through like ? chapter 4 for the first time. but honestly not miuch has changed. and just to preface this a good portion of my negative opinions come from the campfire scene in chapter 2 LOL like. when i first played the game i began disliking like more than half the characters here alone

dylan: talked about him here (its not positive)

nick: i just think hes a prick who doesn't deserve abi 🤷 of course he was given the short end of the stick in terms of screentime, but its kind of funny bc kaitlyn has a similar amount of Actual walk around time and she's there like. the entire game LMAO so yeah that pisses me off. nick has 3 moments where you play as him, and kaitlyn has 5/6, depending on how you separate her section in chapter 10. they both have the same amount of Get To Explore And Walk Around time though, which is a whopping total of one thanks guys. anywho. even before he began acting like a creep i didnt like him lol... and no surprise but it all stems from chapter 2...

long story short, i dont doubt that nick actually cares for abi and likes her but i think in the grand scheme of things it mostly has to do w/ him wanting tits and ass... sort of similar to mike's whole deal... and i believe this based on the bullshit he pulls w/ emma. yeah he says that "tHiS mIgHt NoT bE a GoOd IdEa" and yet he still plays along despite dylan saying that 2 people can kiss AS LONG AS everyone consents. he could've gotten out of the situation. and yet he fucking didnt. i dont care if he didnt realize the consequences of his actions, if he TRULY liked abi he wouldnt have done this shit in the first place. "ive had my moments, im not proud of some of the stuff ive done" DOG YOU JUST HAD A MOMENT AND YOURE NOT EVEN FUCKING APOLOGIZING TO THE PERSON YOU HURT!!!!!! idc if it technically wasnt totally his fault. he still was involved in humiliating and upsetting abi. all he blames it on is playing alonog with emma's plan to make jacob jealous and aside from that just being such a shitty anf fucked up excuse in general, its not even ???? true?????????? GOD. IM SORRY. THE WHOLE SITUATION MAKES ME SO UPSET

jacob: as said in my previous TQ / UD rankings... i really flip flop w/ him alot. however im def leaning towards neutral to dislike NGL. i HAAATED his whole thing w/ emma like incredibly so. however. i did feell real bad for him during chapter 1, despite already knowing that he was the one to bust the truck up and keep everyone there another night. i felt bad despite already having a reason TO dislike him. kaitlyn was being mean for no reason. nick and dylan were being mean for no reason. it's just... it's almost like he was being used as the group's laughing stock. but as time went on i just continually became less and less willing to sympathize . hell, he's just a INFINITELY less sympathetic josh... of course seeing him crying and upset in ch 3 was sad, but at this point i don't really know what he expected im sorry. he really dragged all these other people into his bullshit with emma. and it's more than clear how emma feels about their relationship, of course emma wasn't great either with him, but jacob isn't an angel ... EITHER in this situation. of COURSE he couldn’t have known that the night would go the way it does, but it doesn’t negate the fact that fucking up the truck was a shitty move regardless LMAO as said previously, i HAAATe how fucking possessive he is of her. like when nick tells jacob that he could see what emma wantss? and jacob just laughs it off? it's so fucking stupid dog. character wise though, he of course has a lot going for him and i can see why people find appeal in him. especially seeing hwo many stereotypes theyre subverting, in terms of jacob showing emotions and shit. but for me personally, it's a no

ryan: my man🤝 even after all this time.... i find him very respectable and i very much appreciate him. similar to my deal w/ abi, even his more "asshole-ish" moments / dialogue choices (aside from a few off the top of my head LOL) are like. justified... and in character... like. him being so pissed off at and wary of laura? like????? laura is my beloved but this random girl just popped out of nowhere, killed one of his closest friends, and now wants to kill what he has of a father figure? like yeah id be acting like ryan too if i were put into his situation LMAO yeah you can be annoyed w/ his actions and behavior, but in context? the way he's acting is understandable and justified. it doesnt DESERVE criticism, because there's nothing to criticize! he's acting as any normal person would! of COURSE it's annoying how he doesn't BELIEVE laura, that's a whole other can of worms, but overall he's allowed to be a pissed off little bitch. and him potentially going against the whole party idea? that line of dialogue is just more in character for him i will not accept any other answer. it makes no sense that he'd suddenly go against chris' word. and it PISSES ME OOOOFF seeing how the game still like ? has ryan show up to the party despite being adamant against it.

ANYWAY.... ppl don't appreciate his autistic swag like i do. "he has no character" "he's boring" TO YOU. y'all rly see a character mainly speak in a monotone voice and rarely smile / show expression and go. yeah he's boring . do you not see the like . connotations of that. like be for real. he’s like. one of the only few genuinely good ppl here lmao and seeing how chris says that ryan is one of his fave counselors and how he TRUSTS him enough to hold all this responsibility + have all these in depth talks w him it’s just. you see what kind of person ryan is just from that. and how so far ryan is the only character (while you’re in control) who’s able to interject whatever bullshit is being said at the moment it just. i’m sorry. he’s just a good guy. i respect how he’s willing to go against the bulk of the group during the whole party or lodge thing. i also respect that he’s willing to put a fucking end to dylan’s invasive fucked up truth question. i KNOW that it all depends on the Player to choose these specific options BUT. they just fit ryan’s character more so🤷 what can i say. fuck everyone else

max: my bf (real)

laura: my gf (real)

abi: me (irl)

emma: in my original note i said that i was leaning torwards neutral to dislike lmao....... oh have the turns havbe tabled. anywho. i think shes such a stupid dumbass bitch. she's so funny for no goddamn reason. i am shoving her down a flight of stairs. i love her character sooo much. i hate how she acted with jacob (despite most of it being her people pleaser side Showing but, that's a whole different conversation i am willing to have). she's suuuuch a beloved but gooooooood god i draw the line at being such a shitty friend to abi. that's my biggest complaint when it comes to emma and her actions. i understand that she has a moment where she's like "you're my best friend, i need you" and i fucking eat that shit up but almost everything else that happens and happens prior..... just goddddddddddddddddddddddddddd

to get started. most of this is gonna be nitpicky and personal shit, so if you think it's small and shouldn't be addressed, then you're probably right LOL im just ultra sensitive to this sort of stuff due to past personal experiences. ANYWAY!!!!!! you know the little teasy comment emma makes towards abi after you avoid hitting the squirrel? how she's like, "this is her first time asking a guy out like EVER"? it makes me wanna beat her up fr kldfggnfg bc it's like... it's not a thing to joke about... i see sooo much of myself in abi meaning i see her as autistic and that's just. you know how much being autistic hinders those sort of abilities? i obviously can't say for sure but, seeing how abi later talks about people wantingher to interact w/ others better? hence why she went to summer camp in the first place? i'd say that probably isn't too outrageous to think...

and sort of continuing off that same topic, when abi is having trouble choosing someone for truth or dare, how emma is just like. "ding ding ding, my turn!" LIKE. AS HER FRIEND. WHO PROBABLY KNOWS ABOUT HOW MUCH ABI STRUGGLES SOCIALLY. DON'T YOU THINK SHE'D BE LIKE? "OHH ABI JUST PICKK ME" INSTEAD OF HUMILIATING HER? LIKE. BC THERES SOOO MANY DIFF WAYS OF MOVING ON AND HELPING ABI OUT....... GOING ABOUT IT THW WAY EMMA DID ISN'T THE WAY TO GO......... ESPECIALLY KNNOWING HOW SOCIALLY ANXIOUS ABI IS.... anyway. while we're on the campfire scene, it's so fucked why she chooses to kiss nick lmao like ok yeah it may work in the end (potentially) but its still ?????????????? girl you know how much abi likes nick (SUPPOSEDLY) why go about this shit in the most destructive way possible? and what makes me even MORe mad is that. they dont even ever address this scene ever again???? despite it being such a huge and humiliating and probably traumatizing moment for abi??????????? YES they're able to have a more in depth andf heart to heart conversation about their relationship. but its not fucking enough! bc that fucking stupid ass dare and its outcome was the catalyst for the rest of the night's events lmao! imagine beign brushed aside and seen as a social fucking experiment for your entire life. which is something im SURE abi has felt and experienced. and emma, her best friend, LITERALLY CONTRIBUTES TO THAT!!!!!! ITS SO FUCKED AND IT MAKES ME SO ANGRY. i could probably go on about this topic but ill leabe it for a separate post i guess anyway if i were abi id be fucking pissed off and upset

her character means so very much to be like her whole people pleaser and "curate myself to each individual person ive ever met to keep them fromn leaving me" resonates so so much with me and i love it so much. ive talked about this b4 in a previous post but i can only imagine how lonely she feels, acting the way she acts. no one will ever truly know who she is. shes in a constant state of performance. every single person she's ever met has a different perception of her in their head. and, in one way or another, it's all wrong!!!! i love you emma mountebank i love you abigail blyg

kaitlyn: i wont even lie i instantly fell in love w her after hearing the INSANE shit she says fnsjfjsnf esp felt it after the “jacob go upstairs. jacob get bag. kaitlyn moves on with her goddamn life” fell in love fr. and her whole stupid monologue after jacob was like "yeah i mean, what did i expect would happen?" SHES LITERALLY INSANE. but. like. i was not and still Am not happy w how she treated abi during the campfire scene though. due to 1. her telling abi to basically hurry the fuck up despite seeing how much she was GENUINELY struggling, and also potentially knowing about her social struggles prior. bc they're friends. right? and 2. just coming up wiht the dare in general lol it was such a fucked up thing to do and as ive said w/ emma, the fact theyre unable to actually jhave a convo abt it later is suuuuper dumb and shitty imo. esp seeing just how upset abi got, and the most fucked up thing is, neither kaitlyn NOR emma seem to show any remorse for it!!!!! that's just so fucked up

anywho. hate how both of their asian girls (emily in until dawn) are characterized as bossy and very. my way or the highway. it’s actually real fucked up in that light. fuck you supermassive. y’all are lucky that these 2 characters are their respective games’ baddest bitches . i SUPPOSE it isn’t THAT as big of a deal in this game bc. there are like. objectively more unlikable characters (in the guys AND girls) so kaitlyn doesn’t stand out as much (as emily did. she was practically written to be hated. bc NO ONE ELSE was as strong personality wise as her. i suppose jess comes close but 1. i think ppl shit on her for other stupid shit anyway SO and 2. she effs off for more than half the game) but it still doesn’t make it ok lmao. bc it’s a trend that is very :/ mmmmmmm. even if it’s not that much of a cliche stereotype for asian women, seeing them write both of their asian girls ALMOST THE EXACT SAME WAY is a bit sussy goddamn baka. went off a bit there lmao. anyway. i’m a weak pussy bitch and after she softened after abi returned freaked out i 😭 i love you. more positive (and NON GUY related) interactions between the girlies please. i literally love her relationship w/ abi so much it's so interesting to me.

and just... to talk about her character real quick, i mmentioned in my tier list that her character frustrates me. and you wanna know why? ive talked abt this b4 but her character is basically a watered down emily davis. and i say this bc. they both overall are the same archetype. except. in kaitlyn's case. there's really no reason for me to like ???? feel bad for her? djjfggkj LIKE. THERE'S LITTLE TO NO SUBSTANCE TO HER CHARACTER.... AND THERE CERTAINLY ISNT MUCH TO FEEL SYMPATHETIC FOR..... i say this bc. almost all the other TQ characters have this moment of ): aw, here's why i should care about and feel bad for you. BUT KAITLYN????? NEVER REALLY OUTRIGHT HAS THAT MOMENT,..... it's almsot like they threw her in there and threw in her characteristics last second.... nothing's really established w/ her. you just. you just keeo finding new stuff about her as the game goes on. like. oh. shes a good shot. oh. she cares about abi. and shit like that. im probably explaining this so terribly rn but hopefully some sense can be made from this scramble. it's just.... thye toook away the interesting aspect(s) of emily'scharacter (her anxiety, her fear of death, her complex to be protected while being fully capable of protecting herslef in times of danger etc etc) and thus gave us kaitlyn. to me she just. she isnt that interesting character wise! there isnt much there for me to grow attached to! people only like her bc shes associated w/ dylan! like shes one of those characters where you sort of HAVE to mold and shape into something that's familiar and Good

re reading htis it really sounds like i don't like her fdjkdg BUT I DO I PROMISE.... i gotta stick w/ my asian girls

abi but for real: 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 do i even need to say anything? its like supermassive made a character purposely JessCore or something like that. i like. haven’t gone In Depth abt why i got so fucked up over what everyone else did to her during the camp fire scene but. know that it hit a little toooooo fucking close to home. like. I Could See Me Sitting There In Abi’s Spot and it HUUUUUUURT!!!!!!!!!!!! like ): seeing her avert her gaze and how she was fumbling over her words i ))): LIKE. AUGHH. esp after being asked THAT question? since not sleeping w/ anyone by this age is seen as “abnormal”? i could feel that so bad man ): no one deserves to be singled out like that. esp not a VERY much autistic girl who is pretty clear to be on the “outside” of the group. bc she’s not “normal” or not “like everyone else here” and it’s just. fuck you all fr choke. enough of that. i just. she’s so fucking cute too? like girl i love you so MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! her lil like. expressive noises and shit are so awesome and make me happy fnsjfjsf you only see them like twice BUT. you don’t really see that from the other characters. so basically: stims. autism. yeah. they rly made abi a little TOO realistic nd relatable fnsjfnnsf but ohhhh man do i love her oh so much. after the camp fire scene i was just. she’s my friend now fuck all of you

laura but for real: I MISSED HER AND MAX SOOOOO BAD WHILE PLAYING THROUGH CHAPTERS 1 - 6 SKLDDFJDF i was literally so upset and sad seeing that they werent at camp after the prologue. du eto like literallty all of the characters getting on my nerves I WANTED THEM TO COME HOME SOOOO BAD.... AFTER THE CAMP FIRE SCENE EVERYTHING WENT DOWNHILL AND I MIIISSSEED THEM SOO MUCH i needed them back for real. other than that though, i dont have much to say about laura. i mean of course she's my BELOVED i mean look at my user but. yeah! i think about her often and project some anger shit onto her<3 specifically towards travis for specific and personal reasons<3 even if it's not like character stuff or w/e i think about, i often just rotate herin my mind. i love her so much. plus she's literally a combo of emily and sam aka my 2 fave UD characters how could i not love her?

max but for real: i honestly dont have much to say abt him? and i suppose he and laura arent /technically/ a part of the other counselors since they never, yk, showed up. but w/e fdfjgndg i think he's neat. i honestly thought he was like one of the only Good Guys of the game when first playing through,. and that still holds true! i still see ryan as a great guy too though. max just seems like such a good partner and guy in general and i love him. don't necessarily think about him much but as i said before, he's my bf (real)

8 notes · View notes

absolutesort · 2 years

Photo

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨 ; ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ ʜᴜᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ !

how was the challenge ? what was the most memorable moment from it for you ?

“ the challenge was... ” frankie hesitates, looking for the right word. “ fun. ” she’s nodding enthusiastically, but there’s a sheepish smile on her face. embarrassment’s a rare colour on her. “ way more eventful than i thought it would be. obviously, there was the shit with miles. i had to mount him and kiss him, and we just met that day so... ” she grits her teeth, even though she didn’t have to kiss him — at least not like that — could’ve played it safe and kissed him anywhere else, or even picked an inoffensive but feasible option like marcus, but frankie’s never been the kind of girl to choose the easy option. “ guess that’s one way of taking the awkwardness out of the getting to know you thing. i think he liked it. ” her finger and thumb pinch together, leaving just a margin of space between them. “ tiny bit. ”

is there anyone you have chemistry with or see yourself wanting to get to know better ?

“ honestly ? i have chemistry with most of them. literally so hard being sexy and wanted by everyone. but yeah, i think it’s pretty apparent that there’s chemistry, biology, some crap with miles. i’m not sure what, but... yeah, it’s a problem. ” she makes friends at lightspeed, but hasn’t really hit it off with someone in that way besides callie, where that initial pull had been pretty instant too. “ i can be completely myself with him, like i’ve known him my whole life. no topic is off limits like we can just chat shit for hours, dude. it’s a vibe, and if it ends up just a friends thing, i won’t be mad. he’s so sound, i wanna talk to him all the time. ” she pauses, for a moment, considering if there’s anyone else. “ maybe i’m reading it wrong, but there’s some kinda weird not quite flirty but kinda flirty energy with adela, especially after that three-way-kiss. she’s brought up eating out almost every time we’ve spoken, and it definitely has an edge to it. i don’t know, i can’t read her. mali and i had a bit of a vibe. she definitely hit on me, and she’s hot, but she seems too put together for me, i like them a bit more rugged. val’s cool too, there was definitely a bit of a click there. she pulled a naomi and licked my neck or some crap, but now her and marcus seem to have a good thing going, and dude needs it more than me. ”

do you see your fellow islanders hitting it off with anyone ?

“ val and marcus, for sure. they’re cute as heck. like, he deserves to be happy and fucking someone, and i’m glad it’s someone as cool as val. definitely wouldn’t mind being their third. phoebe seems like she’s into dylan, and i feel like he could try that if he opened himself up a bit more. how’s he meant to know if it’s as good as, better than, or not as good as his connection with naomi if he doesn’t at least try. apparently something happened with josh and mali ?? which is fucking insane, but hot. i love those crazy freaks. um... other than that... ? i don’t know. i’m pretty blind when it comes to noticing who other people are focusing on unless they straight up tell me or it happens in front of me. like, i had no idea max liked jenny until i walked in on them boning. fucking rude awakening that was. ”

did you share a bed with anyone ? how did that go ? do you think you’ll share with them again ?

these questions feel so pointed, but she guesses that’s the point. “ yeah, i did. and i’ve decided i’m not gonna feel bad about it. i’m here to have fun, nobody’s in a relationship. ” and she doesn’t really owe anyone anything so fuck it. plus sharing a bed can totally be platonic, even if it hadn’t exactly felt that way. “ i shared with miles. his body temperature is so fucking hot though, i mean warm, not hot hot, it was like... that bit in eclipse when bella’s in the tent and she’s freezing her tits off because her lame boyfriend is a fucking hundred year old corpse and then sexy jacob snuggles her and he’s just like, this warm cosy thing, like a space heater in human form. felt like i was gonna have to throw the duvet off to stop myself from overheating. i don’t know if we’ll share again. i kind of want to. ” is that bad ? “ but i’m also trying to like... be mindful and respectful of the callie situation and not do something cunty even though i kinda want to. ” and yeah, maybe there’s a bit of playing hard to get in there, too. sue her. “ it’s super hard. like the producers know what they’re doing. it’s tough. ”

what do you think is going on at the other villa ?

“ haven’t really thought about it. ” it’s only half-true. she thinks about callie constantly, except when she’s with miles or marcus or someone who makes her feel so present that literally all of her thoughts just disappear. “ i feel like all of them will be into callie. and i don’t know what she’ll do. like, we had that fight about exclusivity or whatever and agreed that we can both get to know other people as well, so i guess it would be pretty fucking snakey of me to want to get to know people but not want her to do that. but it does suck that i have no idea what’s happening. i would be fine with her talking to people if i could see it in action, and knew they had dead chat, but the not knowing is brutal. what are they like ? are they more her type ? does she have a better connection with any of them ? would their lives on the outside be a better fit ? are they hotter than me ? nah, they’re probably not hotter than me. and they’re definitely not funnier than me. ” she’s gotta count the small victories, otherwise what’s the point ?

#crackon:prompt

2 notes · View notes

jakekiszkaenthusiast · 3 years

Text

Not Yet

pairing: jake kiszka x reader

warnings: SMUT, orgasm denial, very very whiney jake, subby-ish!jake, i don’t even know.

author’s note: whiney jake. goodnight and godbless.

“well if you really didn’t miss me, fine- go to the bar. flirt with other guys, see if i fucking care.”

“jake, please. you’re blowing this up. i didn’t know you were coming home this week, i thought i’d have time before you got back to see my friends.”

she explained for what felt like the millionth time, slowly but surely getting more and more frustrated with his blatant refusal to listen to her. it was true- she didn’t know he was coming home this week; she was told he finished tour in two weeks, leaving her with a free weekend to do as she pleased before she inevitably got sucked into doing everything with jake upon his return. not that that was a bad thing, but she would often find herself unwilling to see or talk to anyone but him for at least a week, selfishly keeping him to herself to make up for lost time.

her plan to meet her friends for drinks had been quickly derailed by jake’s early arrival.

“no, no. it’s fine. i understand you have friends or whatever, but you clearly just want to go out so you can flirt with other people.”

his face was flushed, eyes wild as he ranted and repeated himself. in the midst of his anger-induced pacing around the apartment, his shirt had managed to become unbuttoned, barely hanging on to his shoulders- his hair was another story completely: tangled and sweaty, with loose strands hanging into his face. if she wasn’t so pissed off with his dramatic display, she’d have fucked him on the couch right then and there.

anger always did suit him so well.

“are you actually being serious right now, jake? i want to see my friends, maybe gossip a little and enjoy some drinks- not sleep with someone else. god, you are going insane over nothing! what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“go to the fucking bar. i don’t want you here right now.”

“i don’t understand why you’re acting like this, i won’t even be that long.”

he sighs loudly, rubbing his hands over his eyes. she waited for his answer - most likely the exact same thing she’d been hearing all night, something about how she mustn’t love him if she was going out without him, especially since it was his first weekend back home- she waited, crossing her arms over her chest as she watched him sit down onto the couch, pressing his face into his hands.

“it’s just fucking funny how you’ve had almost four months to go out, and you choose the first weekend i’m back? i don’t know, seems a little pointed- maybe i should just go see josh, crash at his place.” he muttered, stubbornly refusing to look at her no matter where she moved herself.

“jake, i didn’t fucking know. drop it.”

“no, i’m not gonna drop it. you’re not denying it, and that says more than enough for me.”

“would you just shut the fuck up? all you’ve done is yell at me, all night. i’m so tired of you bitching at me for something i didn’t even do!” she finally snaps, raising her voice above his, feeling a small shimmer of satisfaction when he looks taken aback by her words.

“oh, now you’re gonna-“

“-shut up, jacob.” she interrupted, losing whatever shred of patience she had been desperately hanging on to.

silence filled the room, finally. she took a deep breath before looking over to him, meeting his eyes, almost daring him to speak. a few steps across the room situated her directly in front of him, moving to hover between his spread legs. she leaned down until her eyes were level with his. their chests were both heaving, heavy with the weight of residual anger. her mouth was so close to his, they almost brushed, but she maintained a certain distance.

“you’re going to let me go out with zero complaints.” she whispered.

“why should i do that?”

“because if you don’t, you don’t get to cum.”

eyebrows creased with confusion, his lips parted while his eyes searched hers for any further explanation. when he realises she wasn’t going to provide it without his inquiry, he takes a breath to speak.

“what do you mean?”

“i mean- you won’t be allowed to cum. at all. that is, if you continue to argue with me about nothing, and stop me from seeing my friends.”

“and if i stop?”

“well you’ll be rewarded, won’t you?”

he cast his eyes downward, but quickly finds himself interrupted when her hand connects with his chin and forces his head back up. this was new to them both, this dominant side, but she liked it, liked how it made her stomach tingle.

“don’t take your eyes off me.” she whispers against his mouth.

placing her hands on his knees, she uses them as a means to balance as she slowly settled to her knees, shuffling to get as close to him as possible. he instinctively widened his legs, watching as her hands smoothed over his thighs and squeezed at the flesh of them.

her fingers made quick work of his belt and zipper, deftly managing to get him in just his briefs in mere seconds while he lifted his hips to cooperate. she pressed a hand to his clothed dick, raising an eyebrow once she feels him semi-hard under her touch.

“already excited, sweetheart?”

he chooses not to answer, instead nodding his head slowly. he kept his eyes trained on her hand moving against him in a leisurely manner, breath catching in his throat when her thumb brushes over the head through the fabric. she feels him continue to harden as she stroked him, small gasps filling the quiet room.

she pulled the waistband of his briefs down until he was finally bare, slapping against his stomach. not wanting to wait any longer, she grasped his now rock hard cock in her warm hand, flicking her eyes up to ensure he was still watching her, as per her command. she had honestly never seen him more focused, more mesmerised by something before him than now.

gently brushing her tongue against the underside of his length, she smiles to herself when he gasps loudly- she breathes a laugh through her nose when he groans a whispered “oh my god” after she takes him fully into her mouth, quickly forcing her head down to accept as much of him as possible.

pulling back up, she looks at his cock and smiles. he always was so pretty, everywhere. his head was pink and swollen, leaking beads of precum; she brushed her tongue over the tip, collecting the drops and nudging him past her lips once more, swirling her tongue in steady circles. his chest heaves heavily and he grips the cushion next to him with white knuckles, trying to remain composed.

hollowing her cheeks and beginning to move up and down his length, she finds a comfortable pace which has jake squirming under her, soft moans and sighs filling the room.

“fuck, if you keep going, i’m gonna cum.”

at his warning, she removes her mouth with a soft pop, ignoring his groan of protest. she replaces her mouth with her hand and strokes him leisurely, resting her cheek against his thigh and watching his face change. twisting over his tip, she thumbs over the fresh precum and uses it as more lubricant for her hand around him.

“wanna tell me why you’re throwing a hissy fit, baby?” she asks, still leaning on his thigh and stroking him.

“not throwing a fit.” he replies stubbornly.

“so you’re all worked up over nothing?”

“i’m not worked up-fuck, keep doing that.”

his hips begin to lift in time with her hands, signalling he was close- though his face could have told her that. he looked positively sinful with his eyes wide and jaw hanging open, his cheeks blushed.

“don’t lie to me, jake. you know i can tell.”

“m not lying.” she tuts and shakes her head, letting go of him completely and getting to her feet stiffly.

“come back, i was so close.” he tries to grab her hair, but she manages to escape him.

“too bad. i’m going now.”

“are you serious? please, i need this.” he begs.

“don’t cum while i’m gone.”

he looks stunned at her actions, fisting himself and moving up and down, eyes filled with desperation as they watched her move to the front door.

“you can touch yourself. but you can’t cum- that’s for me to help with when i get back.”

“why are you doing this?” his voice was pathetically quiet, and she almost felt bad.

“to teach you a lesson. be good.” she blows him a kiss, shutting the door and leaving him by himself.

before she even got to the bar, she knew nothing would interest her more than what was waiting for her at home. the mere thought of him battling with his own mind, cock in hand, was enough to make her shift in her seat every few minutes, rubbing her thighs together.

her friends were boring and fine. nothing caught her attention, too focused on ignoring the floods of texts jake was sending through, the contents of each message being along the lines of begging her to come back and also telling her she was a sick fuck for doing this to him. he was stuck between wanting to obey her and wanting to rebel, but she trusted he knew that would be a bad idea.

she mused to herself the night was far too tame for jake to have flown off the handle like he had- she wasn’t even drinking. it certainly wasn’t worth his little fit, nor the trouble he had now got himself in to.

the night ended within a couple hours and she absentmindedly bade her friends farewell, tugging them in for quick, rushed hugs. she was aching to get back and see what was waiting for her. her phone had been buzzing the entire time, and when she excused herself to the bathroom to read through his manic pleading, she found videos, filthy messages and voice notes, which she listened to on the quietest volume for fear of someone hearing something only she deserved to. he was going completely insane without her, but she was proud to see he was following her instructions when he stops himself from letting go in one of the many videos he had sent her. she imagined what must be going through his head right now, mind clouded with lust. she knew he wanted her to answer him: so she left him on read.

the drive back went far too slowly, but she didn’t really feel like getting pulled over for speeding, nor having to explain why:

“i’m sorry officer, i was speeding because i wouldn’t let my boyfriend cum and he’s sending me videos of him jacking off without me.”

doesn’t sound great in the eyes of the law.

when she was finally home, a wave of nerves took over her body. what if he was actually upset with her for this? was it too much?

the throbbing between her legs pulled her away from her doubtful mind and encourages her to push the front door open, anxiously awaiting the scene she was sure to find inside.

he was still sat on the couch. his head was thrown back, legs spread wide with his hand in his lap, rapidly moving up and down. his face and chest were covered in a sheen of sweat, his hair plastered to his cheeks in damp tendrils. his previously squeezed-shut eyes snapped open at the sound of her keys dropping into its respective bowl by the door, and the look of relief melting his facial features made her stomach jolt.

“oh, thank god. please, i’m so fucking hard, i need to cum.”

taking a few cautious steps towards him, she sees him even closer up, sees how desperate he was. his face was a sweet shade of red, and his eyebrows were creased so hard she worried he would have a headache.

“have you been good?” she asks, reaching a hand out to brush his hair out of his face in a tender manner.

“i’ve been so good for you, i haven’t done it yet. it’s so hard, please can i cum now?” he asks.

“not yet.”

he groans loudly and slows his hand, stomach muscles flexing as he stopped himself from reaching his peak for the umpteenth time.

sitting on the couch cushion next to him, knees touching, she makes slow work of taking her shoes off, shrugging her leather jacket off and fluffing her hair. the tiniest hint of a moan came from jake when her hand grazed his thigh, but she didn’t maintain the contact for long.

“what are you gonna do now?” he asks, almost timid as he looks at her through his eyelashes.

“me? i’m going to lie back on this couch, and you’re going to make me cum.”

to further prove her point, she moves until her back is pressed against the soft fabric, shifting to adjust herself into the most comfortable position.

“and will i get to cum after that?”

“yes.”

without any more thought he scrambles to his feet, throwing himself onto his knees on the couch and forcing her knees apart. he shoved her skirt up past her hips, and began to press open-mouthed kisses along her legs, which were still dressed in her tights. he wasted no time pressing his fingers against her through the layers of her underwear and tights, humming when she responds with a tight gasp.

his fingers try to pull the layer of black away from her body but fails, groaning with frustration and scrabbling at the fabric until she grabs his wrist and pulls it between her legs again, sighing when he kisses her inner thigh.

“rip them.”

jake happily obliges, finding the hem and pulling roughly, smiling triumphantly when a large hole begins to rip. once enough of her is exposed, he leans in to press a gentle kiss against her clothed core, looking at her with an intensity she couldn’t quite name.

he licks the entirety of her heat through her lace, and she feels her body begin to relax into his warm touch. he shifts her underwear out of the way and finally connects his mouth with her aching clit. the moan she let out was louder than she wanted, but it only seemed to spur him on. he entered two fingers, slowly pumping them inside of her until she begged for him to speed up.

she was embarrassingly close to orgasm already, feeling his tongue flick in firm, pointed movements against her clit and how it made her legs shake involuntarily. her hands found home tangled in jake’s hair, tugging with every new level of pleasure.

“just like that, jake. faster.” she gasped out.

he sped up, adding a third finger and sucking directly on her clit, eyes never leaving her face. he loved to watch her come undone under his tongue, and loved even more the sweet taste of her. when she came, her legs trembled against the instinct to clench around his head- she was holding his hair so tightly it must have hurt, but he gave no complaints.

the pleasure of such a long-awaited orgasm rolled over her, forcing her head back as her loudest and filthiest moans yet left her parted lips. he kept moving his mouth and fingers, excitedly drinking in her physical response and the way he was making her clench around his fingers tightly.

she lay motionless for a moment, letting jake sit back up and slowly lick her juices off his fingers, savouring every drop. she could see how painfully hard he still was, and the way he pressed against his erection subconsciously. the feeling must be driving him wild, but he was still trying to behave for her and pretend it wasn’t a problem.

he’s so good.

kneeling on the cushion next to him, she sits up and presses her lips against his salty skin, kissing across his jawline and down to his neck, licking a spot and blowing on it, causing him to shiver. she didn’t stop moving her mouth, sucking and softly biting until small splotches of purple and red littered his skin. she swung her leg over his lap to straddle him, placing her hands on his chest to steady herself.

immediately she presses against his cock, rocking back and forth as he tips his head back, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth. she reaches down between them and grasps him firmly in her hand, guiding him through her folds until he was positioned against her entrance. he pushed in for the both of them, gripping her sides to pull her down onto him.

“i need this so much, fuck, that feels so good.” he whines, screwing his eyes shut.

“how good do i make you feel, sweetheart?”

“so, so good.” he gasps out.

she moved up and down, bouncing gently on his dick, watching a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead and onto his nose.

“oh, fuck, i’m not gonna last long.”

“hold it. not yet.” she commands, taking a firm grip of his hair to emphasise that she was still very much in control.

he whimpers and opens his eyes again, searching for an ounce of mercy in her face- but was met with indifference. she wanted to take pity on him and give him what he so badly wanted, but the truth of the matter was she was enjoying this too much. his desperate whines and gasps were taking her well on her way to a second orgasm already, and she wanted to see how long he could hold on for.

“please, please, please can i cum, i need it so bad.” he whispers, gripping the flesh of her breasts tightly to anchor himself to some semblance of reality.

one final brush against her g-spot and her legs were trembling again. she nods quickly, looking jake in the eye and holding his face. she wanted to watch him finally unravel, and she wanted to hear his voice.

“let go, baby. you did such a good job. let go now.” she murmured against his lips, softly stroking his hair out of his face again.

they both came at almost the same time, jake finishing so hard and loud she almost worried about the neighbours- his eyes rolled back and he went silent for a moment, holding his breath with the pure overwhelming pressure of finally having his release. he took another sharp breath and moaned again, pressing his face into her neck and panting heavily as they both rode out their highs.

they both slump against one another, happily panting and smiling coyly when they opened their eyes again. she rested her forehead against his, and pressed a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose.

“you’re such a pretty, good boy.”

“i’m your good boy.”

#greta van fleet #fanfiction #jake kiszka #greta van fic #jake kiszka smut

253 notes · View notes

gretavanlace · 1 year

Text

Poppins (part 8)

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: adult themes, illusions to sex, angst, alcohol consumption, etc

*We’re getting down to it, only two (possibly three) more chapters to go ❤️

It feels like the air has been punched clean out of your lungs, but just as quickly, logic takes over and shakes you straight.

Obviously, you’ve misunderstood…and you tell him as much.

“I guess I’m not following you, Josh.” You attempt a casual laugh and nudge his shoulder with your own, scrambling for normalcy. “But, I suppose it really isn’t any of my business, anyway.”

His stare remains locked on Lily, with that proud, faraway look that so often softens his expression when he watches her. “You’re following me just fine, sweetheart. You’re just a little off kilter because I sort of threw it at you. I’m sorry for that.”

Funny, you’ve never actually had an ‘I must be dreaming’ moment…but you’re certainly having one now. That has to be it, you’ve conjured this jumbled up mess inside your head.

You’re at home, still sleeping off the blunt shared with Jake. Right? No, you can feel the warm humidity of the day building in the air, there is the faint knock of a woodpecker lost somewhere in the trees, there is the sound of him breathing, waiting, existing, beside you.

This is no dream - but it’s every bit as confusing as one.

Afraid she might overhear, you pitch your voice less than a whisper, so quiet you almost don’t hear your own question, but Josh does.

“Yes, she’s Jake’s,” a gently possessive edge nips at his tone. “Biologically. It doesn’t matter, that little girl is mine, and I’m her’s. But yeah, that’s what I meant when I said I could never repay him. Look at her…”

A smile breaks across his face, warm, gorgeous, and absolutely beaming with adoration as he studies her pointing something out in the sand. Her buddy leans in closer to inspect her discovery, as they carry on what seems to be a very serious discussion.

“He gave me my favorite girl. My everything. I would’ve died for him before, now I’d do it with a smile just because he asked. How could I ever level the playing field?”

There’s that playing field making its appearance again, albeit for a very different reason this time around.

“I don’t understand.” And you don’t. You’ve never understood anything less in your life. You can’t get a read on how, or why, or if it really even matters. It’s like someone has taken all the facts you’ve ever known to be true and mixed them all up. Nothing makes sense. Nothing fits. The puzzle is jumbled and missing pieces.

“It’s a lot, I know.” He shrugs, already intimately acquainted with the situation that has ripped the rug out from beneath your unsteady feet. “Maybe I shouldn’t have told you, but if I’m being honest…which I guess is exactly what we’re doing here…I didn’t want him to beat me to it. I wanted to be the one to tell you. I really don’t even know why, and it sounds stupid now that I’m saying it out loud.”

“He never said a word.” The moment you speak the words, you remember Jake’s, she looks like her dad.

Josh leans back against the weathered wood bench and crosses his ankle over his knee. You’d like to ask him how he’s so casually fucking with your head, but you know this really isn’t about you at all.

“Of course he never said a word. Our stoic mystery man, whom you can’t seem to quit. Just remember, my love, still waters run deep. There are a great many things that Jacob has never said a word about. He would have, though. Eventually. Something about you seems to just drag things to the surface for us. Sorceress.”

He’s only teasing. Likely trying to lighten the heaviness of the conversation, but you blush all the same. As only Josh can, he both grins at the pink in your cheeks, and pretends not to see it, to spare your pride.

The way they speak - so alike in sound, inflection, turns of phrase, poetically laced and lovely - only serves to confuse you further. At times, it's like being with the same man who just happens to have split personalities.

“A great many things Jacob has never said a word about,” You muse,” Bigger than this?” You’re not sure you want to hear the answer.

A laugh, easy and genuine, trips out of him, louder by far than anything that has been murmured thus far, “Fuck, I hope not!”

Lil’s head snaps up, attention hooked; though her friend is more interested in watching her reaction than what she is reacting to. “Daddy said a bad word!” The accusation in her tone makes him sigh, defeatedly.

“No, I didn’t!” Josh holds his hands up in innocence, clearly enamored by her tiny cross examination. “Daddy said truck. We were playing the rhyming game.”

“Like we play in the car on the way to Gramma’s?” She shouts over, with disappointment now coloring her end of the exchange…she delights in catching grown ups misbehaving.

“That’s the one.” He smiles with an exhale of relief, like a little boy who has just successfully evaded punishment. “Never, ever, tell anyone how coolly I just lied to that angelic face.” He adds through his teeth, smiling with a wave in her direction.

“That angelic face can be brutal.” You giggle at his nonsense. “Last week she caught me eating one of those vegetarian sushi rolls you hog for yourself, and milked me for extra goodies at snack time for days in exchange for silence.”

“Jokes on you,” he rolls his big brown eyes as if he can’t believe your behavior. “I count them, and I knew it all along.”

“Yeah, well, you just admitted to counting your sushi rolls, so who should be ashamed of themselves, here? ‘Cause it isn’t me.” You’re joking, but only a little.

After an absurdly easy stretch of silence, he turns serious and quiet again, “Look, I know that I dumped this on you, and I know you’ve probably got a million questions…you deserve answers to every single one of them. Come to mom’s with me, yeah? She’s making a big lunch. Sammy’s bringing the dog. It’ll be fun. We’ll eat, she’ll eventually insist on keeping Lil for the night and we’ll go home. I’ll make you dinner and we can talk.”

“Talk? Is that what the kids are callin’ it these days?” You grin, how is everything always so easy with him? This shouldn’t be so casual. It shouldn’t feel this normal to joke about sleeping with him while grappling with something so monumental.

Incidentally, why are you joking about sleeping with him? Because you want to put it out there, that you’re still thinking about it, that you still want it…that’s why.

How do they do this? Both of them. It hardly seems fair. Or normal, for that matter. And he has the nerve to talk of sorcery?

The wind is fluttering through the leaves, rustling them like a soothing psalm. It causes your thoughts to wander…which seems odd; how could you be thinking about anything but this nuclear bomb he has just detonated inside your head. But somehow, wander they do, your thoughts - and you find yourself eyeing the trees, trying to hone in on the one lucky enough to have earned Jake’s favor.

Like always, Josh seems to know what you’re thinking. “It’s across the park. Over closer to that little pond where Lil likes to feed the ducks.”

“What?” You adopt a puzzled expression, though you cannot for the life of you fathom why. Josh knows. Just like his brother, Josh always knows.

It is a frustrating, exhausting fact, but a fact all the same.

“Jake’s tree.” He clarifies, proving what you already understood to be true…that he can peer inside your head and heart as easily as he could were you made of windows. “It’s over by the pond. Would you like to see it?”

“No.” You brush your hands over your arms as if you’ve caught a chill, though the air borders on muggy.

“Okay,” He nods, completely at ease with this unusual situation you’ve found yourselves in. “Would you like to see him?”

Awkwardly, you watch those leaves as they wave and dance together, anything to save from meeting his eyes.

“Is okay to say yes, love…” he taps your knee, just an innocent ‘hello’, and so different from the last time he touched you. “I’d like to see him too. He’ll undoubtedly be at our mother’s lounging around like he owns the place. Come with us.”

“Do they know?” You venture tentatively, “Your parents?”

Your eyes are on him now as he shakes his head. Sometimes you forget how truly beautiful he really is and then you wonder how you ever could.

“Contrary to popular belief, Jake and I can keep a secret.”

“Not even your mother?” You find this hard to believe, as much as Jake taunts his twin for being a ‘mama’s boy’, he’s just as bad. They trust her with everything.

Josh nods at Lily, who is now flouncing her way over like a fairy who has misplaced her wand…all swishing ponytail and laughing eyes. “Not even her mother.”

The windows for questions has slammed shut, leaving all of yours to slam against the pane of glass like dazed birds.

“Rosie, get down!” Sam’s voice barks across the kitchen, startling you out of your thoughts. Rosie, unfazed and standing on her hind legs, continues to peruse the veggie plates and chip bowls Karen has set out on the counter, sniffing out delicious scents and temptations.

“Rosebud, I swear, if you don’t—“

“Samuel,” Karen scolds, snapping at him with the hand towel she’s been toting around. “Get off your ass and get her. Stop acting like an idiot in my kitchen.”

Sammy lopes over and grabs his faithful companion by the collar, lovingly tugging her away. “I don’t come here to be treated like I’m five, ma.” He complains, sweeping open the back door.

“Shut up, and go help your brothers.” She’s turned away from him and smiling, but judging by his returning smile, he has heard the adoration in her admonishing words.

At the table, bathed in the warmth of Karen’s sunny kitchen, you watch Jake and Josh confer near the enormous lilac bush Kelly has insisted be torn out.

“Too close to the septic system.” He’d informed the room when everyone protested ripping such a beauty from the earth, “The roots are gonna screw it all up and not a damn one of you are gonna want to come help clean up the aftermath.”

Of course, the boys have been tapped to help, as Kelly insists there’s no time like the present, and of course, Sammy has been shirking his duties ever since. True to form, rather than joining the twins, he opts for a chair to toss a tennis ball to Rosie from.

Your heart warms watching his honest and open face laugh gleefully as she chases down her bouncing prey. He is the sweetest gem, and you wish you knew him a little better.

But, as it so often does, your attention wanders back over to Josh, in his casual weekend wear, clean and crisp…and Jake, looking gorgeously rumpled and out of place in the domesticity of it all. You know he smells of ember and the Booker’s he is currently nursing out of a plastic tumbler to ensure Lil doesn’t ask questions.

You miss them both. They feel very far away as you watch on, smiling when they raise their arms to point something out to Kelly in perfect, unplanned, synchronicity.

Karen is suddenly beside you, staring out across the deck as well, chomping on a baby carrot. “It’s fun to watch them, isn’t it?”

She offers you a veggie and you take it, nodding in complete agreement around a bite.

“See how they mirror each other?” She marvels softly, wistful for her babies. “They’ve always done it. Even in the hospital, one would move, and there would go the other. Josh had terrible colic - briefly, thank god - and Jake would tense up even before Josh made a peep, like he could feel it coming. They’re each other's keepers.”

Be it motherly intuition, or perhaps just the nostalgia of having all of her boys home at once, she has chosen an ideal time to share. With the men all outside either tending to chores or shirking them, and Lil napping on the couch, you have her, and her memories, all to yourself.

“Tell me more about what they were like.”

If she senses something more behind the question, she doesn’t let on. “They were terrors. Little monsters, just awful. But, gentle angels at the same time. Always quick with a hug or a thoughtful comment. Even when they were just tiny things, they honed in on people and just sank their little teeth into heart after heart.”

“Some things never change then, I guess.” You shouldn’t have said it and long to take it back. They get their empathetic third eye from their mother, and you know she’ll clock the situation for what it is.

But again, she stays mum on the subject of why you seem just as wistful as she.

“They struggled so hard in school,” she finally confides, eyes on them as they begin wrapping ropes around the root of the bush that, evidently, must go. “It was painful. Mostly because they were just so intelligent, but it was all locked away when it came to brick and mortar schooling. They just froze right up behind those little desks.”

You knew this. Josh has explained their plight a hundred times over, wringing his hands with worry that Lily-bit might struggle to overcome the same mountains. Still, it’s so difficult to imagine them, easily two of the most intellectually enriched, well read and spoken human beings you have ever met, grappling with crippling learning disabilities.

“We worked with them endlessly, and hired tutors, and they tried so damn hard.” Her voice wavers a touch, as if she’s swallowing down tears. “When the pieces started falling in place for them, Josh took to reading faster than Jakey. He had these phonics books he liked, and they would hole up in their room for hours while Josh helped him sound the words out. I used to listen at the door. It was like magic…Josh would utilize all the inner workings of that shared mind they can access, and somehow, he’d make it make sense for his brother. He’d remind him to slow down and really see all those turned around letters so kindly it made you want to crumble. Josh was the only one Jake ever went to for help, you couldn’t have paid him to be that vulnerable with anyone else. And Josh just soaked it up, helping Jake connect those dots. He’d grow so ecstatic and proud with each tiny success.”

You both laugh as Josh shoves at Jake’s shoulder, pointing angrily at the lilac and their task, clearly unhappy with something his twin hasn’t executed to his liking.

“That’s when I knew he’d be a teacher.” Her hand, so warm and maternal, pats your shoulder. “Josh, that is. We knew Jake’s fate the minute he was old enough to crawl towards a guitar.”

“The music man,” you watch him nip at his cup, leisurely and mellow, even as his brother barks orders at him.

“The music man.” She concurs, crunching into another carrot. “Always. Have you ever seen him play a song by ear? He’ll listen to it once and just stare off into space like nobody’s home. But really, he’s plucking all those notes out and locking them away. Next thing you know, he’s got it. Just like that. It’s incredible. Kelly and I used to look at each other and think, where in the hell did he come from?”

“Josh, too,” you offer, though of course she knows. “He sings to Lil all the time. Makes up these dumb little songs to make her laugh, or to help her remember something. And he sings in the shower because he seems to think it’s a magical box where no one can hear him.”

“Ah, yes,” she laughs, sliding her plate closer to you, ever the ‘mom’ wanting to nourish anyone who walks through her hallowed halls. “The shower concerts. He used to steal all the hot water constantly. It was worth it, though, to listen. They had a little band for a while. Did you know that?”

In your mind’s eye, the few pictures you’ve seen, pop up to say hello. “Sort of, but Josh kinda blew it off when I asked. Said he just helped Jake out with a few gigs when they were kids.”

A belly laugh, so much like her sons’, trills out of her. “It was way more than that, that liar. Used to have to drag them to all these shitty bars and parties. Samuel played bass. A friend of theirs, the drums…or sometimes Josh. That was always interesting. They were a mess, all over the place, but they had something special. And that’s not just mom talking, everybody said so.”

“So, what happened?”

“They started gaining a little recognition. Started being invited to play at the nicer places around town, and that was the idea all along, we thought. But, suddenly, Jake wanted nothing to do with it.”

Jake calling it quits would have been the absolute last thing you would have deemed to be the nail in the coffin.

She senses your surprise and nods along with it. “He finally told me why one night. Came in after having one too many at one party out in the woods or another. I sat him down at this very table right here and I know he thought I was about to climb up his ass about tapping a keg with his friends or whatever the hell they did that night, but really, I wanted to drag the truth out of him. The truth that mattered.”

“And?”

She leans back in her chair, shaking her head as if she still can’t believe it. On your end, you watch Josh snatch the cup from Jake’s grasp to steal a sip of his own.

“And, it made sense…his reason. Once he said it out loud it made so much sense I still don’t know how I’d missed it. He said things were falling together too cleanly for the band. That he knew they were headed for something that would be too heavy to easily put down, and that he knew it wasn’t what Josh wanted.”

A sigh sounds sad, but her eyes swim with pride for her youngest twin. “I told him he should let his brother make that call, but he’s always been wiser than the rest of us when it comes to Josh, and he said ‘That’s the thing, ma. He’s always gonna choose what I want. He has to think he’s choosing what I want.’”

Your throat feels tight with tears bitten back, “The way they have carried each other all through life is just…” you fall silent, lost for apt words.

“Yeah, well, they used to beat the hell out of each other on a regular basis, too, but that is for another day..” She nods toward the doorway behind you, and you turn to see Lil, rubbing her eye with one fist, and clutching her blanket with the other, as she stumbles nearer to coherency and her grandmother.

Karen scoops her up and whispers in her ear…Lil nods along and nuzzles her blankie, which is actually an old shirt of her daddy’s cut in half. Maroon and decorated with strange, colorful, geometric shapes, it has been her comforting companion for as long as you’ve known them.

“Okay, then…” Karen stands and deposits her favorite person down on her teensy feet. “Time to get this lunch finished up.”

Lily is sent off with a bribery popsicle to play with Rosie and Sam, as the two of you begin preparing to feed the brood.

“Why do I always find you up here, poppins?” He’s leaning against the doorframe, like the casually dapper lead in some movie he would never watch.

You turn away from the desk, where you’ve been gingerly touching relics, as though strolling through a particularly lenient museum.

You love this space, and you make no apologies for it. “I like it in here. Comforting chaos is kind of your brand. Both of you. Why do you always seem to be sneaking up on me in here?”

He grins softly as you lob the question back at him. “I suppose I am always sneaking up on you, aren’t I? Looking for you, searching you out, hunting for my girl.”

Hunting for my girl…jesus.

A gentle hum is your only reply as he slips into the room, kicking the door closed with the heel of his boot. He has showered since the lilac bush incident, and stepped into clean clothes that still somehow look disheveled.

His hair is still slightly damp, and you long to bury into it, to breathe in the perfume of fresh shampoo and him.

“You spoiled me last night, you know, babe.” Down he plops on his bed, the crowned royal head draped across his sovereign throne, just as he had been the last time you found yourself in this room with him. “Why don’t you come over here and allow me to indulge a little more, hmm? Can you be quiet, pretty girl?”

“Jake.”

He kisses the air lazily in your direction, folding his hands behind his head against the pillow, like you haven’t spoken his name at all, “C’mon, baby, I haven’t had my dessert yet.”

You want to go to him. God, how you want to go to him. You want to climb on top of him and fuck his beautiful mouth until you fall apart, and then you want to lie with him in this silent world it seems time has forgotten. You want to be his while her face smiles out of all those curling, yellowing, snapshots. She was so beautiful, a stunning package to hide all the ugliness she had in store for his precious heart.

But, you want truth even more.

“Would you have ever told me?” Your question - accusation? - comes a whisper.

He sits up slowly, eyes locked in and narrowed on yours. He knows what you’re asking, but he’s trying to make certain. You let him watch you for the longest stretch, with his pretty face tilted, studying, observing, until you’re fighting to sit still under his white hot scrutiny.

“Yes.” He nods, at last. “I think I probably would have. It’s interesting, isn’t it? The way you coax the truth out of us. Are you a good witch, or a bad witch?”

There they go again, singing different verses of the very same song.

“She’s what you gave up?” You lean forward, hushed and hungry for answers. “Like we talked about?”

He nods again, barely perceptible in the movement. “Like a kidney, right, poppins? Only so, so much worse.”

Questions gridlock inside your head as he shakes his own. “I told you before, it isn’t my story to tell, babe…and that’s just the way this one has to be.”

He closes up shop with a blink and saunters, calm and cool as ever, over to the door. “C’mon then, Mary Poppins, if you aren’t going to allow me to have my way with you, we really should rejoin the others.”

“Would you like something light?” Josh peers into his fridge while you watch from your perch on the counter. “I just picked up some strawberries from that little stand around the corner, I could make us a big salad. Fruit, nuts, romaine, a nice vinaigrette?” He holds up the basket of berries proudly. “Look how fat they are. Fucking beautiful.”

“Whatever you want, Josh,” you smile at his enthusiasm, as well as his eagerness to please.

He turns his attention to the pantry, and your pulse picks at the memory it conjures. “Pasta?” He holds up a box of angel hair, shaking it around invitingly. “I could whip up some butter and herbs, get you drunk on carbs.”

“Seriously, whatever you want is fine. Order a pizza for all I care.”

True to his predictions, Lily remained at the Kiszka homestead, and was half asleep in Jake’s arms by the time the two of you took your leave. And now here you sit, aching to blurt out question after question while he forages in his kitchen to put together a meal you couldn’t care less about.

“Alright,” he nods, and back to the fridge he goes, finally turning to face you bearing an untouched container of his beloved veggie sushi rolls. “Pretties for the thief?”

“It was one damn piece, Joshua.” You laugh, rolling your eyes at his ridiculous name calling.

“Grab a white and a couple glasses,” he nods over at the wine rack.

You do as instructed, and join him where he has settled in the living room, placing the stemware carefully on the coffee table before uncorking the bottle of reisling you selected. It should be chilled, but neither of you have ever cared much to begin with.

On his elegant end, he loudly wrenches open the plastic container and slides it over unceremoniously.

Without cheers, he tips his glass and then shrugs, “Okay, sweetheart, this is the story of myself, my Lily, and my idiot brother…”

Taglist: @gretasintrees @greta-van-chaos @celestialfauna @s0livagant @groggyvanfleet @kiszkathecook @brokenbellz @llightmyllovee @jakesgrapejuice @doodle417 @seventieswhore @jake-kiszkas-smirk @weightofdreams-gvf @imdepressedaf1996 @alisonwonderland29 @gretavanfleas @gretavangroove @sparrowofthedawn @xserenax-13 @tbagggvf @obetrolncocktails @tripthelightjaketastic @jakeslovehandles @poofyloofy @70sgroupielovr @heatmyfleet @age-of-nyahh @sammiboo162 @gretasmokerising @spicedandicedtea @jakekiszkasleftnutsack @saoirsemaeve @mywickeddivinity @thelvnternskeeper @paintmyhouse @tripthelightfandomtastic @tripthelight-fanfic @mckenna4 @sarakay-gvf @theweightofjake @thewritingbeforesunrise @joshsmama @sammysvanfeet @rhythm-of-space @highladyofasgard @jordie-gvf-admin @calumspretty @sunfl0wer-power @sad1lynn @starcatcher-jake @gretavangroupie

223 notes · View notes

seenoversundown · 3 months

Text

For Death Or Glory : Chapter Seven

Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: A lot of Gentle Bullying (it's done with love,i promise), Drinking/Mentions of Alcohol, Peer pressure, Mentions of Sex (don't get your hopes up; it's not happening yet) Fluff, yearning, pining, hopeless romantic-ing, maybe a smidge of flirting and lastly- more pirate references.

Word Count: 6.2k !!

Summary: The weekend plays out a bit differently than Jake anticipated, but aside from the endless teasing from his family, I don't think he has much to complain about.

Author's Note: IT'S A LONG ONE FOLKS. We're getting to the good stuff and i'm SO excited. This chapter has me kicking my feet and blushing (I wrote it, I know) but GOD it's so cute watching their little friendship grow. I hope you love it xoxo next weeks is a TREAT. 😉

She Calls Me Back - Noah Kahan "Everything's alright when, she calls me back,"

Friday

I didn’t expect to spend so much of my evening texting Charlotte. Granted, I also never expected anybody to willingly let me tell them about pirates, a pretty girl, no less. We kept talking until she was finally ready to sleep, and I told her that she was more than welcome to reach out if she wanted. She definitely took me up on the offer. What I wasn’t prepared for was her to send me a random fun fact at 10 am. Though I’m glad, she seems to be in a better mood.

Charlotte: Did you know the creator of the Xbox was obsessed with sourdough bread?

Jake: I did not

Charlotte: Mhm! Which makes the logo funnier, because it looks like a nicely scored loaf!

Jake: Why do you know this? Also goodmorning?

I’ve already been down to the bar and finished getting her ready to open. A habit that I probably can’t break at this point. I started going down to get the bar set up when I first opened because I was really the only one who was actually working there. Once I got Josh on board full-time, we split a lot of the work, but I still try to make it as easy as possible for him. He’s doing a lot to help me out; it’s the least I can do.

Charlotte: Oh, goodmorning! I guess I should have started with that lol

“What are you so smiley about this morning?”

I look up to see Quinn rounding the corner into the kitchen, their floppy curls all over the place.

“There’s still coffee left if you want some,” I tell them quickly.

“Don’t avoid the question, Jack,” their smirk growing as they pour coffee into one of Josh’s mugs.

“Do I usually look sad?”

“Not sad, but you look especially happy right now,” tossing the creamer back into the fridge, “but you’re gonna need to wipe that look off your face if you don’t want your nosy brother harassing you.”

My smile definitely falls at that statement. Unfortunately, they’re so very correct. If I can’t hide it better, Josh will know something’s up. I swear he can smell it from a mile away.

“I’m joking,” they sip on their coffee, “I’m gonna tell him anyway!”

Shit. They scurry towards Josh’s door before I can say anything or try to bargain with them. I practically launch myself up from the couch to follow suit when I hear their sing-song little voice, “Jaaaaakes got a cruuuuushhh.” Stopping me in my tracks just outside the bedroom.

“A crush, you say!” Josh’s voice is just simply loud; there’s no changing it, “Oh, Jacob! You can’t hide from me now, brother!”

I round the corner, leaning against the doorframe.

“You’re lucky I love you,” I point at Quinn, “It’s not a crush, just a .. friend?” Realizing that I’m not even sure what this is.

“Well, that just wasn’t convincing at all,” They mumble, taking another sip of coffee.

“It’s not that serious is all.”

Josh finally chimed in, “You know, you don’t have to be ashamed if it is a crush. If anything, it’s relieving for the rest of us.”

My eyes roll involuntarily as I cross my arms over my chest, “Why are you so concerned about my love life? Shouldn’t you just be happy that I’m not bringing random girls home?”

“Don’t disrespect Danny without him present,” Josh barks out a laugh, “But at least he was getting laid, so maybe he was onto something.”

“Plus, he has Melody now,” Quinn pipes up, “You’re the last man standing.”

Josh looks over at them, “Nice guys do finish last, I guess.”

“One is the loneliest number!”

“The lone wolf.”

“Okay, you don’t need to kick me while I’m down,” my eyebrows pinch together as they keep piling on.

“Well, are you actually gonna try to bag this one?” Josh asks, “ Or you just gonna rot away in the bar and pine over her?”

“First of all, I already told you it’s not a crush,” I start, “Secondly, are you convinced that I can’t lock down a girlfriend?”

“Jake, you’ve been single for how long? It’s getting hard to believe you even know how to flirt with a woman.”

“Especially after you tried flirting with that pretty redhead the other day,” Quinn cringes quietly.

“Okay, that wasn’t my best work,” I had been trying to forget that. “But she was also busy yelling at me for being bad at my job, so the timing was less than ideal.” My face sells me out as the red settles in my cheeks.

“Wait,” Josh pipes up, “is that who you’re texting?” Leaning forward as he stares at me. How is he so quick?

“Uh,” I hesitated a second too long.

“Oh my god, it is!” His voice was rising with excitement. “A friend? My ass. I saw how you looked at her.”

“She was very pretty, to be fair,” Quinn interjects, nudging him with their elbow.

“Oh, she was stunning,” he says, looking back at them. “So you two have been talking?”

My heart is pounding as we have this conversation because I don’t even know what’s going on. The last thing I need is him hounding me over it.

They both just stare at me with that sympathetic look that people give you when they find out you lost your job or your dog ran away.

“Can you two quit interrogating me?” I whine, “I promise that either of you will be the first to know when I have a potential girlfriend.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll stand down,” Josh throws his hands up, “but only because I need to get ready for work.”

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Jake: i’m assuming youre feeling a bit better today?

I decided to walk to some of the stores nearby, trying to enjoy the last few days of autumn. The Old Port is a wonderfully odd place. With the cobblestone streets and terribly old brick buildings, it’s nothing short of having character. The way the city won’t tear any down but just shove new businesses in will always amaze me. But being able to walk to a fair amount of things has been my favorite thing since moving over here.

The crisp air of fall warrants a hot drink. I slip into a smaller local coffee shop. It’s a crowded little space with several tables and the actual bar. There’s minimal room to move around or not be noticed.

“Well, look who decided to show up!”

My head whips to the right, and I see my favorite ladies parked at a small table in the corner: Eleanor with her book in her lap and Linda with a small notebook set on the table. I take my drink from the barista with a quick ‘thank you’ and carefully weave through the scattered chairs.

“Goodmorning ladies, is this seat taken?” I tap the chair facing them.

“All yours, sweetheart.”

Linda leans forward, sliding her notebook to the side, “So Josh told us that you were flirting with that pretty young lady the other day,” sending a little wink at me.

I drop my head with a long sigh. I should have known he would tell them because, of course, my brother is best friends with two older ladies.

“Well, I tried flirting,” I mumble, sipping my coffee, “But it wasn’t necessarily well received.”

The collective ‘awwww’ feels almost offensive, but I know they aren’t trying to bully me. That’s everyone else’s job.

“You’ll find someone, dear. You’re much too sweet and handsome,” Eleanor finally says. “At least you’re not wasting it on someone who doesn’t deserve you.” She gently rubs my arm for a second, a soft smile on her face.

“Thank you,” I tell her, placing my hand over hers, “You’re right. I’d rather wait for the right girl than spend time on whoever is willing to go on dates.”

Truth be told, I’ve played that game already. Meeting girls online or on dating apps and taking them out to dinner. Only to have them tell me, “You’re so sweet,” and then ghost me after the date. I’ve only made it to the kiss at the end a handful of times in my life, and lord knows the last time I got laid. Never a proud moment for me when it happened. Both of us are usually incredibly drunk, and I hardly remember anything from it the next morning.

Since officially opening the bar, I’ve just not bothered dating. I have too many things I could be doing or helping Josh when he is working. I think if another girl ghosted me, I may commit arson. Not to the bar; obviously, I’ve worked too hard. So, I keep to myself and just enjoy the minor flirting from girls who are already a drink or two deep. I also spend a bit longer in the shower some nights trying to relieve some of the tension.

“Ellie’s right, ya know?” Linda sits back, “And don’t let those pesky boys pick on you over it! We both witnessed how ‘smooth’ their paths were, they have barely any room to speak.”

I look between the two of them with a lazy smile on my lips, “You’re the best, both of you.” I let out a small sigh of relief.

We all sit and chat while Linda writes up her list of what to bring to the Farmer’s Market this weekend. She passes the notebook to Eleanor so she can decide what plant pots to bring. Watching their friendship over the last year has been so precious.

“Alright girls, I think I need to head out,” I scoot my chair back.

“Don’t work too hard, sweetheart,” Linda quips, “But we’ll probably see you in a few hours.” She glances over at Eleanor.

“Oh, probably,” she lets out a long sigh, “This old bat drags me out late every Friday.” Holding back a laugh, she side-eyes Linda.

“Play nice, ladies!” I giggle, sending them a little wave, “I’ll see you two later.”

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

It’s Josh’s night to close the bar, but I can’t help myself from at least being around. I’ve been sitting in my office for the most part. Trying to focus on admin stuff, but it becomes incredibly apparent why I let Dan handle a lot of it. It doesn’t help that I have also been texting Charlotte all night. But, in my defense, why would I turn down the opportunity to text someone who seems interested in what I have to say? The fact she’s hot is just a bonus.

I pick up my phone, unprepared for what I am about to endure. I see the blue dot next to the group chat with all the boys in it. We use it daily, but I just had a gut feeling about tonight’s conversation, considering how the rest of my day has gone.

Employees of the Month 🏴‍☠️🏆 (& Sam) :

Sam: Birdie says you may be able to pull someone if you shave your face

Josh: quinn agrees

Jake: i didn’t ask for opinions from the peanut gallery

Daniel changes the groupchat name to “ Operation: Get Jake Laid 🫡”

Daniel: melody is also in favor of no mustache

Josh: it’s not our fault you look like a chimney sweep

[Jake left the conversation]

[Sam added Jake to the conversation]

Sam: not so fast, Dick Van Dyke

Jake: So literally nobody thinks it looks good?

Josh: not at all

Daniel: …no

Sam: ABSOLUTELY NOT LOL

Josh: you already have the long hair, you’re giving jesus a little bit.

Josh: or homeless. take your pick.

Sam: Definitely homeless, there’s only room for one jesus in this family

Daniel: good point sam

Jake: i hate all of you

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Saturday

“I’m off to work,” Josh says, rounding the corner from his bedroom.

“Have fun,” I reply, looking up from my phone, “I’ll be down there in a little bit.”

As soon as the lock flips on the door, I sit up from the couch. Usually, I’m not affected by the boys’ commentary. Still, for whatever reason, the simple act of shaving my face struck a nerve. I’m not particularly attached to having facial hair, but I wasn’t under the impression it was that bad.

I stare into the mirror as the water is running; I mean, I know it’s not a big deal. If a girl didn’t like me for this, that sounds like her problem, as I throw my hair into a low bun. Grabbing my razor from the cabinet and stealing some of Josh’s shaving cream, I carefully dab some just above my lip. What if I look worse? No. Maybe they’re right; maybe I should just get rid of it. Fuck it.

Making the first pass, I let out a small sigh. I slather on some more shaving cream to the rest of my face, quickly shaving it off. Well, I guess this looks okay. Bzzzt.

Charlotte: helloooo

Jake: good morrow m’lady how did you sleep

The shower creaks a bit as I turn it on, giving the water a few minutes to heat up. It always feels like forever this time of year. Once the steam starts fogging up the mirrors, I pull my sweatshirt over my head and toss it on the counter. Bzzt.

Charlotte: not bad. How are you?

Jake: aside from falling into peer pressure, i’m okay haha

I set my phone on top of my sweatshirt, quickly sliding off my sweats and swiftly moving into the shower. Letting the hot water run over me. What if she doesn’t even notice? Pouring shampoo into my hand and scrubbing it into my hair, maybe she’ll like this better? What am I even worried about? We’re just casually talking. Rinsing and then grabbing the conditioner, Though.. I wouldn’t be opposed. I run the conditioner through my ends and then lather the rest of my body with soap. I feel like she must at least think I’m an okay person if she’s listening to me ramble on about pirates? I move back under the water, feeling the temperature start to change.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I mumble to myself, trying to rinse everything off as quickly as possible. There’s nothing worse than the hot water running out mid-shower. As soon as my hair doesn’t feel slimy, I shut the water off with a quick shudder. I wring my hair out and grab my towel, drying myself before wrapping it tightly around my waist.

I see my phone light up.

Charlotte: Excuse me?

Charlotte: Who peer pressured you? Into what?

Charlotte: Jacob! You can’t just say that and then disappear!

I audibly laugh at her yelling at me, quickly replying to try and ease the suspense.

Jake: i’m sorry i was in the shower LOL

Jake: oh just the boys per usual im just dumb and fell for it this time

I migrate to my bedroom, scanning my closet briefly before grabbing my staple long-sleeve button-up shirt and my black jeans. I pull them on as I hear the small buzz of my phone.

Charlotte: Why are you avoiding saying what IT is? It can’t be that bad.

Oh, sweetheart, I wish I knew if it were that bad.

Jake: i haven’t decided if it’s that bad

Charlotte: Well, let me help!

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Rounding the corner to the bar, I set a handful of clean glasses on the back counter. Listening to Josh as he small talks with some of the customers. Having Josh bartend was probably one of the smartest things I could have done; everybody loves him. He’s much more extroverted than myself, on top of just being a sociable person. Bzzzt.

I have to fight the urge to grab my phone every time it vibrates. She knows I’m working, so she won’t be upset if I take a second to reply. I’m cleaning up the back counter to try and help out Josh; I wipe down everything quickly to make sure I’m not in his way.

Turning around, I see the door open as Willa walks through. It’s always a gamble to see who will be with her, Sam, or Quinn, and tonight's lucky winner is Samuel. I’ve watched them since the day they first met, and as much as they like to annoy each other, they are rather cute together. If there’s anything I know about my brother, he doesn’t ever actually want to annoy her; he just likes to ruffle her feathers. Get it- Birdie.. Feathers.. HAH.

He pulls out the barstool a bit for her before taking the seat next to her.

“OH MY GOD-” Willa yelps, “YOU SHAVED,” excitedly clapping her hands. Well, that didn’t take long.

“It’s nice to see you too,” I slide small napkins in front of both of them, grinning at her excitement.

“Jake, I literally see you all the time,” Sam torts back.

“I was talking to Willa,” I deadpan, rolling my eyes before looking back to her, “What can I get for you, dear?”

“Just something fruity,” she requests between laughs, “thank you!”

I glance at Sam with my eyebrows raised, “and you?”

“Wow, the customer service here is amazing,” laced in a sarcastic tone that quickly disappears when he quietly mumbles, “Whatever you make for her, just .. the same thing.”

Turning to make their drinks, bzzt, I slide my phone from my back pocket.

Charlotte: Can you PLEASE just tell me what it is?

Jake: i promise you it’s not that exciting

I quickly shoved my phone back into its rightful place and put together their drinks. Willa’s more carefully than Sam’s, at least she doesn’t cop an attitude with me.

“Here you go, madam,” setting her drink on the napkin, “and here’s yours.” more abruptly setting Sam’s down.

“So, Jake,” she starts, “how’s dating going?”

My eyes wander over to my brother, who is looking everywhere but at me. That little shit.

“Oh, it’s um.. It’s going.”

“Well, I do have a friend who I could set you up with,” she continues, “ya know, if you want.”

Finally, making eye contact with Sam, my eyebrows pull together as I cross my arms over my chest.

“What? I didn’t say anything?” he says, putting his hands up.

“Yes, you did!” Willa calls him out, “Don’t be dumb, Sam.”

She looks back at me, putting her hands out across the bar, “I’m a girl, I can help, okay. What are you looking for? Tell meee!”

Bzzzt. Shit.

I can feel the warmth settling in my face, and my hand finds its place on the back of my neck.

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” I start, “but I don’t think I really have time to date right now.”

She sighs, “Oh come on– are you gunna let yourself wither away in this bar? You’re handsome; you shouldn’t have any problems dating.”

“Hello? I’m right here?” Sam butts in.

“This isn’t about you right now, babe.”

Charlotte: What if I just tell you that it is super exciting? Does that help?

Jake: oh my god you’re ridiculous hahaha

“What are you smiling at over there?” Willa’s tone was taunting.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” I tell her, unable to contain the uncomfortable laugh that follows.

“That doesn’t look like nothing.”

I smirk, “I promise!”

She looks like she will fling herself over the bar if I don’t tell her who I’m talking to.

“Promises mean nothing to me, sir!” she quickly rebuttals, “give me the juicy deets!”

My ears perk up at the ‘sir,’ but I’m not so easily swindled.

“You almost got me there, but there’s nothing to tell.” I smile at her, raising my eyebrows as I walk to the other end of the bar.

Charlotte: I promise I won’t laugh at you! I’m just too invested now

Jake: Charlotte

Charlotte: Jacob

Charlotte: For the love of god, just tell me what it is

I don’t know what comes over me, but I immediately walk to the bathroom. Holding the edge of the sink with my free hand, I pull up my phone, clicking on the little camera. Click. I don’t bother to look, simply clicking ‘done.’

Jake: [ sends photo ]

Read 9:37pm. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

The next few hours go by quickly. This is sort of the blessing of Saturday nights here; the nights tend to fly by with the number of people you talk to. I sent Josh home a little early. We were slowing down a bit, and he’s been here quite a lot lately. Which is a little my fault, but none of the bartenders I hire stick around long.

I don’t want to cave, but I finally opened Charlotte’s messages. Seeing the ‘read’ makes me nervous. My thumbs defy me.

Jake: is it that bad?

Does that seem too needy? She doesn’t have to say anything. Maybe I scared her off with the picture. My mind races until I see her typing.

Charlotte: What are you doing after work?

The sense of relief when she responds is great, but why was she avoiding the conversation? Maybe it was just too weird for her.

Jake: I get out at 2am.. what else am I going to do haha

Charlotte: You’re so right

Looking up to the corner, 1:15 a.m., before replying to her.

Jake: what are you doing awake? ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

I spent the last forty-five minutes of the night trying to clean while slowly collecting everyone’s payments. Following the last customer to the doors, I locked myself in and felt the calm wash over me again.

Charlotte: I don’t really know

Jake: well i’m sure you’re asleep now, but i’m free to keep you company if you’re still up

My screen lights up before I can put it back into my pocket. Why is she facetiming me? This can’t be serious? My thumb hovers over the ‘accept’ for a second, quickly tapping it.

“Hi,” her voice softly rings through my ears. God, she’s so cute.

“Helloo,” I say, matching her volume, “I definitely wasn’t expecting you to be up.”

“I just can’t sleep lately,” Poor thing.

“Well then,” propping my phone up against a glass, “lucky for you, I’m always awake into the wee hours of the morning.” I glance over from the POS.

“Doesn’t help when you don’t clock out until after two in the morning, huh?”

“You would be correct,” I let out a small laugh, taking a quick scan of the room. She tucks some hair behind her ear, then leans into her hand.

“Do you have much left to do?”

Clicking the power button on the screen, “Mmm, no, I’m actually done.” She smiles at my response. SHE SMILED.

Flipping the lights and locking the doors behind me, I start up the stairs to the apartment.

“I need to say hi to Josh real quick, so I’ll just put you in my pocket for a second?”

Her small laugh sounds like heaven, causing my own grin to grow across my face.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

I softly knock on Josh’s door a few times before opening it, sliding my phone into my front pocket.

“Hey, I have a proposition for you,” I say, leaning against the doorframe.

“I’m listening.”

“Would you like to take the earlier shift tomorrow and then be able to see Quinn?” I raise my eyebrows, knowing that if it involves Quinn, he will always say yes.

“Obviously,” his voice suspicious.

“Done deal. I’ll close so you two can spend some time together.”

He cocks an eyebrow at me before questioning me, “You’re being too nice to me… what’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on, I just know you’ve been working a lot, and Quinn’s free tomorrow, sooo,” I giggle.

His eyes squinted, “I'm not going to argue it.. How was your night?” His tone going back to normal.

“Not terrible, but I’m exhausted,” I lie.

“YOU’RE TIRED?” Loudly escapes him, clutching his heart dramatically.

I laugh, “Shocking, isn’t it?” To which he just nods.

“Sleep well. Love you bub.”

“Love you too, kiddo!” ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

“Sorry about that,” I whisper, softly shutting my bedroom door.

“You shouldn’t lie to your brother.”

My eyebrow raises at her comment, “And what am I lying about?”

She crosses her arms over her chest, “I’m exhausted,” she mocks me. I can’t help but laugh at her; I wasn’t prepared for her to make fun of me.

“Well, shit,” I sit back on my bed, “you got me, huh?”

I can see some color creep into her cheeks, making my heart shake.

“Hold on, I’m just gonna set you down,” I toss my phone onto my pillows. Grabbing the navy sweatshirt sitting on the end of my bed. I slide my shirt off, quickly pull the sweatshirt over me, then toss my jeans into my closet.

I move myself up to lean against the wall, grabbing my phone and taking her in while she’s looking off to the side. The freckles on her cheeks look like they were individually painted on. Perfect.

I catch a glimpse of myself, rubbing just underneath my nose a few times before just settling into my usual fidget.

“You look cute,” she says, just above a whisper. I feel my face warm as I gaze at her through my phone screen. I gently pick at my lip as I fight the smile threatening to come out.

“Oh, I’m sorry, um,” she quickly says, I can see the subtle panic on her face.

“No, no, it’s okay. I uh,” I stammer a bit, “I just think that you’re the cute one here,” I spit out as fast as I can.

“Jacob quit it!”

“Unfortunately, I can’t,” I giggle, “Trying to break that pesky lying habit or whatever.”

She rolls her eyes at that, fighting the smirk on her face. We both just stare at each other for a second before she finally breaks the silence.

“So, you’re working again tomorrow night?”

“Mhm,” I watch as she rubs her eyes. “Do you want to go to bed?” She quickly shakes her head, ‘No.’

She quietly adjusts herself so she’s almost lying down on her couch; this isn’t going to last long.. oh? Hearing the faint sound of a sea shanty, I know and love.

“What are you watching?”

“Pirates of the Caribbean,” her lazy smile wide, “it’s the third one.” Oh god, you’re killing me.

“Hoist the colors high” I sing along under my breath.

I’m genuinely unable to look anywhere except for her; the way her smile hasn’t faltered since I clocked her watching pirates. Her eyes struggle to stay open as the lights from her TV flicker across her face.

“Go to sleep, hun,” keeping my voice soft, “You can text me as soon as you wake up.”

She blinks incredibly slowly, followed by a sigh. “Okay,” she murmurs. She waves quickly, tucking her hand back under her chin.

I send her a small finger wave, lingering for an extra second to take her in, “Goodnight,” I whisper before hanging up. Oh, I’m so fucked.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Sunday

“Have you tried any of those dating apps? You know, the swipey game-like ones!” Josh says, sounding a bit too excited.

“I think I’m good on those.”

“What about the lovely redhead you have a crush on?” he presses further.

“I told you, it’s not like that.”

Not pleased with that response, he rebuts, “Well, you need to get a girlfriend at some point.” He glances over to Quinn for a second before turning back to me. They’ve been sitting at the bar since he clocked out a while ago. I swear they hang out just to torture me.

“It is a little strange, Jake..” They start, “You haven’t dated at all since I’ve known you.” Putting on their best ‘I feel bad’ face.

“How is it strange?” I don’t know why I asked.

The smile on their face was telling enough, “Are you sure you’re not.. ya know?” Following it with a subtle head nod towards Josh.

“That would be a fun twist!” Josh spits out excitedly.

My jaw slacks at the question, “WOW. No, I promise I like women.” Shaking my head as I lean against the back counter, folding my arms over me.

“Sounds like something someone who’s-”

Josh laughs before he cuts them off quickly, “Oh Bug, he’s just woefully bad at flirting and can hardly speak up enough to grab the attention of the ladies who come in.”

“I’m right here, hello?” I scoff, quietly pulling out my phone.

Me: not my brother’s partner questioning if i’m gay or not

Charlotte: Well.. everybody is allowed to have questions!

Me: I’M NOT GAY DONT SIDE WITH THEM

I look up to see Josh staring at me, only to glance quickly at my phone, which is still in my hand. Shaking my head quickly with a slight frown, I avoid answering the inevitable question: “Who are you talking to?” I know it’s coming because I know my brother, and boy, oh boy, does he love to know everything and anything that happens.

As more people sit at the bar, I spend more time making sure that they’re all happy and just casually glance to the end, where Josh and Quinn are sitting. How they look at each other, like the other one created the stars and hung the moon, has always been so sweet to me. I haven’t seen Josh this happy in so long, and I’ll be eternally grateful to Quinn for being so good to him. I couldn’t have asked for a better person to come into his life.

I scan the room, seeing a handful of empty bottles and glasses. I do a quick lap through the tables to grab everything. I make sure to say ‘hello’ to any regulars who are in tonight while noticing a few fresh faces.

Seems like a lot of couples tonight. Seeing the amount of people sitting on the same side or the causal holding hands on top of the table. It’s all adorable to see; unfortunately for me, it’s always just witnessing romance.

Coming back to my rightful place behind the bar, I catch a glimpse of Quinn planting their lips on my brother’s cheek. I can’t catch a break.

Bzzt.

Charlotte: Can we Facetime when you’re done working? I’ve napped too much today and I’m going to be awake all night.

Me: i’m honored, of course we can ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Flipping the lock after the last customer strolls out, I can already feel my phone vibrate.

“Well, aren’t you just breathtaking?”

There she is, with her long red hair tied into possibly the most messy bun imaginable, in a too-big sweatshirt, curled up in what must be her bed this time. She looked like she had been napping all day, yet she was still insanely beautiful.

“It’s SO late, and you can’t hold that against me!”

“To be fair, you called me- I didn’t force this.” I tease, holding my one free hand up.

Her smile widens at my point, “touché, Jacob.”

After closing the bar and running upstairs, I prop my phone on the counter and rummage through the fridge.

“What are you going to make?”

“That is a great question,” I say, staring into my fridge with minimal options. Cooking at 2:30 am has always been a humbling experience, but at least I have company this time.

Grabbing the leftover soup Josh made, I pull out the smaller saucepan we have. I take the time to reheat it properly because it means getting to sit on FaceTime with her.

“What did you spend all day doing?” I ask mindlessly, “Besides harassing me while I worked.” I look at her, trying to contain my smirk.

“Oh, hush,” she waves her hand at the camera, “mostly watching movies and trying to not let myself work since it’s Sunday- well.. was Sunday and all.”

She still hasn’t told me what happened, even though I unfortunately figured it out. I won’t make her uncomfortable by asking, though seeing the way her face fell when she mentioned trying not to work makes me wonder if she has a hard time doing anything else.

“I’m glad you let yourself rest,” I tell her, “you’re allowed to take days for yourself.”

The look on her face is sinister as she says, “You should probably take your own advice there, Sir.” Letting out a small cackle, she knows she clocked me a little too fast on that.

I can’t decide if my body is warm because of her calling me out or the fact she called me ‘Sir.’ Either way, I dramatically let my jaw slack, clutching my chest just to hear her laugh again.

“You got me there, Red,” I admit.

“Have you taken a day off since I first came in?”

I simply shake my head. Maybe I do work too much, but what else am I supposed to do when I enjoy being there? The benefit of it being just downstairs as well is that I can visit my favorite place in the world within a matter of a minute. I know I could take days off and probably stand to at this point, but I also don’t know what else to spend my time doing. I’ve been eating, sleeping, and breathing for this bar since I bought it almost two years ago. I spend most of my time with my brothers, and most of my friends have moved away for college or just to escape the cold. Can’t blame them.

“Jacob?”

Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts, causing her to giggle when I jumped at the sound.

“Lost you there for a minute, huh?”

I chuckle, “Maybe for a second, but I’m back now.”

We move off the topic of work quickly as she tells me about the movies she watched in between naps today. She loves older movies, and I tell her I’m sure she and Josh would have a field day talking about them. She’s watched everything from Casablanca to A Walk To Remember and The Notebook. It’s cute how much she loves romance.

“What other movies do you like?”

My eyes widened when I realized my other favorite movie was a rom-com.

“Hah, well, besides Pirates obviously, I uh-” I hesitate for a moment, worried she will think I’m just trying to play into it.

“You, uh, what? We’ve done this once before. You know you’re going to tell me,” she taunts me, and she’s absolutely correct. I want nothing more than to tell her anything she wants to know, which is definitely not stressing me out.

“Love Actually,” I spit out quickly, rubbing my hand over my face. I’m not embarrassed that I enjoyed it; it’s a good movie- a great movie, even. I just don’t think anybody aside from Josh knows that. We’ve spent countless Christmas seasons watching it multiple times leading up to the holiday.

“Are you serious?” she sounds mildly shocked.

I nod my head, waiting for her to poke fun at me.

“That’s precious.”

I was unprepared for her response, fully ready to defend myself, and all I could say was, “Oh.”

“If it weren’t October, I would put it on,” she says, and honestly, this woman will be the death of me.

“Good thing November is right around the corner,” I manage to mumble out, still taken aback by the subtle compliment. We sit in comfortable silence for a moment. I can’t help but try to make eye contact through a screen, but when she looks into her camera, it feels like a small jolt shoots through my body. What is going on?

I finally make it to my bedroom a while later; it’s now nearing 4:00 a.m. My phone is dying, and my exhaustion is creeping in, but not nearly as much as hers. Slowly but surely, she’s gotten more and more comfortable as we talk about anything that comes to mind.

I let my phone sit in my lap as I pull my shirt over my head, leaning forward to toss it onto the pile of laundry I should take care of. Grateful it’s a bit easier to get rid of my jeans without her seeing it. Still, I can’t help noticing how her eyes wander to my necklace.

“Sorry, I couldn’t take the subtle scent of beer anymore,” I speak lower, unintentionally.

She quietly clears her throat, “Oh, haha, that makes sense.” Her eyes darted away from the screen as if she were caught.

It was quiet for a moment until she let out a yawn, trying to hide it in her elbow. Her eyes stayed closed for a second longer.

“Why don’t you go to sleep?” I whisper, “It’s 4:00 am.”

Her eyes slowly open to look at me. I can’t tell what she’s feeling besides being exhausted. She sighs slightly before whispering back, “But I want to talk to you.”

My breath catches at her statement. She wants to talk to me? My heart feels like it could explode at any moment, and my hands start to shake.

I nervously laugh, “What if I go to sleep too?”

Her lazy smile creeps across her face. “Promise?” She sticks out her pinky to me.

“Promise,” I return the gesture quickly, “You can even bug me later if you want.”

Her tired giggle engraved into my brain, “Just you wait.”

“I’ll be on the edge of my seat.”

“Goodnight, Jake.” Jake.

“Sweet dreams, Red.”

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Chapter Six

Chapter Eight

FDOG Masterpost | Masterlist | FDOG Playlist

Reply or fill out this form to be added to the Taglist!

Taglist:

@gvfsstardust @myleftsock @mindastreamofcolours @dont-go-home-without-me @literal-dead-leaf

@lizzys-sunflower @mackalah @klarxtr @edgingthedarkness @writingcold

@i-love-gvf @takenbythemadness @earthgrlsreasy @peaceloveunitygvf @gretavanfan

@jazzyfigz @smoking-jakelane @demonrat444 @threadofstars

@hollyco @anythingforjtk @woyayaofdreams @musicspeaks @wrldabomination @josh-iamyour-mama

34 notes · View notes