#knight!jake kiszka

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at your service j.t.k.

Summary: In the middle of the Great War, the King orders that all subjects must open their homes to unhoused soldiers as an act of service to their country. Your guest, however, is an unexpected pleasantry.

Warnings: creepy knight who can’t take a hint at the beginning, knight!Jake, mentions of war, awkward tension, ye olde language (sort of), I think that's it

Word Count: 2314

A/N: Alright so I know knight Jake has been done before but I wanted to try my hand at it bc the recent shoots have got me panicking. If you want to be added to the taglist, please let me know! Thank you so much to @way-to-go-lad for helping edit this! You’re a ray of sunshine!

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The day the King’s Paige rode into your town, it seemed that the whole world fell silent. Everyone gathered in the square to hear the news, expecting it to be of a joyous victory or even a shattering defeat in the years long war. What he announced, however, was more perplexing than anything you were prepared for.

“Here ye, here ye!” He shouted from atop an empty crate. “Your King asks a favor of thee on this day of our Lord. To assist your King’s army in their efforts to a just victory, the whole Kingdom is required to provide quarters for at least one unhoused knight if and when they are passing through your town. They will stay for however long they wish. Thank you for your sacrifice and loyalty to the crown. God save our King.”

As the Paige stepped down from his podium, the crowd erupted into confused chatter. A quartering act? What did it all mean? The King’s army could stay here as long as they desired? It was so much information in such a brief amount of time.

Later that afternoon, as you fed your animals, you began to think again about what the King’s order meant for you. You had been living alone for a few years now. Your mother and father died of old age and disease respectively, your sister was married off and moved away, and your brothers all left years ago to serve as knights in the King’s army. You were left with the small farm and cottage house all alone.

At first, you missed the company. The house was too quiet and the lack of companionship was eerie. You couldn’t bear to be home alone. Now, the silence has grown on you and the animals have become your friends. You’ve been providing for yourself quite well, but could you afford to take on another person? A man? A stranger? It all felt wrong and you were more than a little displaced by all of this.

When you were a little girl, you used to dream of being married off to a kind working man, not a knight. You imagined that he would do the labor for you and you would tend to the house. When you imagined living with another man, you pictured it being someone you loved, not a complete stranger who showed up on King’s orders.

“What am I going to do, Masie?” You asked your favorite piglet.

She snorted back in response, making you laugh. You fed the last of your animals and decided that tomorrow morning, you would stop dwelling on the orders and start practicing your hosting skills, starting with preparing another bed.

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The next morning came with the crow of your rooster. You stood up, stretched, and got dressed as you normally would, following the standard routine until it came to breakfast.

You refused to waste food, but you did pour an extra glass of water and set out an extra plate and chair for a mystery knight to be seated. It all felt so silly. It reminded you of playing pretend with your sister as a young girl, leaving space for an invisible friend who never seemed to manifest. After breakfast, you put the spare plate away and headed towards the extra rooms left to you by your parents.

First, you went to their old room, restuffing their mattress with fresh hay and putting the now full sack back where it belonged. You dusted the furniture and opened a window before leaving. Then you went to your brothers’ old room, repeating the process. When you were satisfied with your work, you joked “Fit for a king.” Before leaving to tend to the animals and resume your daily duties.

Another night passed and there were no visitors.

In fact, there were no visitors for about four days. Slowly but surely, your townsfolk started to talk in the market place about how they’d been quartering three, four, or even five knights at a time! Though you had yet to see one, you believed their stories and prayed that you would only have one or two, for that is all you had room for.

On the fifth day, just as you were making lunch, a knock came to your door. Your heart sank. Alas, it was time for you to make room for God knows how many strange men. You wiped your hands on your apron and walked to the door.

“Hello, my lady.” Said a deep, gruff voice. “I am requesting quarters at your house. In alignment with the King’s orders, you are required to provide me with a bed and nourishment as long as I wish to stay.”

“Hello, sir.” You responded quietly, curtseying to the stranger. “Please come in. Are you alone?”

He nodded, walking in and observing your home.

“Is there a man in the house, my lady?” He asked.

Something about the question felt wrong, but you decided to brush it off.

“No, there hasn’t been for some time, sir.”

“Oh.” He cooed, turning to you. “You must be very lonely then.” He prodded.

“I suppose.” You said, staying by the door and observing the knight in your kitchen. “What is your name, sir?”

“Andrew.” He responded curtly. “Are you married, my lady?”

“No.” You said.

“Why not?” Andrew questioned moving closer to you with every step. He had very unkind eyes.

“Don’t you think that’s an odd question to ask me, sir?” Your response seemed to upset him.

“No I don’t. Are you questioning a King’s Knight?” He posited.

“Sir-“

“I could have you tried and hanged for treason and insubordination. Do you know what that means?” He was too close for comfort now and you tried to reach for the front door. Andrew snatched your wrist. “Hmm?” He demanded.

“Yes sir, I understand.” You said.

“Are you going to give me any trouble?” He whispered.

“No sir.” You said.

Pleased with himself, Andrew paraded through your house, tearing into every cabinet and dresser he could find. When you finished preparing your lunch, you set the table as you practiced and called out to him.

The two of you began to eat in silence and eventually he requested more.

“I’m sorry, sir. It’s all I have until dinner.”

This was the wrong answer.

“This measly plate is all you have until dinner?” Andrew spoke, raising his eyebrow.

“Yes.” You said. You watched as he stood, took a deep breath, and turned back to you.

“Well, that’s not going to do, is it?” He pushed his chair in a little too aggressively for your liking.

“Sir, please understand-“ you started.

“Do you think this meal was a sustainable act of service for a member of the King’s army?”

You stayed silent, watching as he scoffed at you.

“These living conditions are not fit for me. I’ll be leaving at dawn.”

“Yes sir.” You replied.

Your lip started to shake as you fought tears. Andrew stomped off to his room and you fled to the barn. As soon as you closed the barn doors, you slumped into the hay and cried. How could someone be so mean and cruel? You were doing your best.

In the midst of your crying, you didn’t notice that Masie escaped her pen and snorted her way over to you.

“Masie, is this as pleasant as it can be?” She oinked at you in response.

You sat on the floor of the cold barn for what felt like hours before tending to the animals. You fed the pigs, checked the hens for eggs, and brushed the horses and cows. Spending time in the barn made you feel much better. You felt soothed by this little piece of normalcy and felt confident enough to walk back to the cottage house.

When you stepped outside of the barn, the sky was dark with clouds. Making note of the approaching storm, you ran to the pile of firewood behind the house and brought some of the wood inside. You were able to successfully start a fire.

After a few moments of warming up, Andrew emerged from a different room.

“There’s a storm outside and I’ve decided to leave early.” He said plainly.

“Oh,” you started to speak, but no words came out.

“Farewell, my lady.” Andrew said, nodding in your direction before walking out of the door.

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Two days later, this time around breakfast, you heard another knock at your door. You almost missed it, due to the rain falling on your house, but you listened carefully. Sure enough, the sound came again moments later. You sighed and walked over to the front door, praying that it wouldn’t be what you thought it was. Cautiously, you opened the door.

“Hello ma’am.” A gentle voice said, bowing to you in the rain. “My name is Jacob. I am a knight in the King’s army. May I seek quarters at your house, ma’am?”

He lifted his head to look at you and you almost gasped. His brown hair was curled and sticking to his face in the rain. He had kind eyes and a slight mustache. He looked at you patiently, waiting for a response.

“Hello sir.” You curtsied. “Please, come in.”

Jacob smiled to you and stepped inside for a brief moment. His face contorted as if he’d forgotten something before he spoke again.

“Ma’am, is there somewhere I can keep my horse? He won’t cause any trouble, he just needs somewhere to stay so I don’t lose him.” Your smile seemed to be a reassuring sight to the knight in your doorway.

“Yes sir. I have a barn, actually. I can take you there if you’d like to bring your horse.” Jacob nodded and waited for you to meet him outside.

The rain started to pick up on your walk to the barn. Your hair and clothes were becoming thoroughly soaked. Jacob tried to ask you a question, but it was hard to hear over the sounds of sloshing mud and pouring rain.

“Pardon me?” You asked, turning to face him.

“I asked if you enjoy the farm, ma’am.” He repeated.

“I do.” You beamed. “Quite a lot actually. The animals are so sweet and I do my best to take care of them.”

You finished your sentence and cracked open the barn doors. The chatter of the animals rang in your ears. You heard Jacob chuckle at the noise.

“This reminds me of my home.” He said. “My father owned a farm. I would have taken over if I wasn’t serving the King.”

“Oh!” Your eyebrows raised in excitement. “Did you like it?”

“What, ma’am?” He asked softly, leading his horse to an empty stall in the back.

“The farm! The animals!”

“I did! My brothers and sister and I had the most fun as children. My father knew how to run our land so well it was hardly work.”

As Jacob continued to talk about his childhood farm, a look of melancholy painted his features. You quietly observed it and didn’t ask questions.

“Sir, if you’re ready to eat, I was preparing breakfast as you knocked on my door.”

“Pardon me!” He exclaimed. “I’ve been so rude keeping you from eating. Yes, let’s go back to the house.”

Jacob followed you back to the house, walking behind you. When you returned, the warmth of your fireplace was comforting.

“You can stand by the fire and stay warm. I’ll just finish up breakfast!” Jacob grunted in agreement and you set the table and finished making the food.

When you called him over to the table, he smiled at the humble plates.

“Thank you ma’am. It looks splendid.”

“You’re welcome, sir. This is all I have until lunch, unfortunately.” You cringed slightly at the memory of Andrew as you politely explained yourself.

“Please, call me Jacob. Don’t worry over the food, I grew up on a farm, remember?” He smiled at you across the table and began to eat.

You quietly finished your meal and stood up to clear off the table. You took his plate and apologized again for the small meal. When you returned to Jacob, he was drinking his water and reclined against the chair.

You would be silly to deny that he was handsome. Perhaps that was why you opened up to him so quickly. He seemed to be very gentlemanly and as a farm boy, you had similar upbringings. Jacob had strong hands, that much you could tell. He seemed too kind to be caught up in the bloodshed of the current war. It made you think of your own brothers, who left you behind to serve their king. You wondered briefly about Jacob’s sister before he opened his mouth to speak.

“Ma’am, where is your firewood?”

“It’s at the back of the house. Can I start another fire for you?” You asked, suddenly aware of the lack of heat in the room.

Jacob raised his hand and stood up, chair scraping against the ground.

“I’ll do it.”

Your heart squeezed slightly at the act of kindness and you peered around the corner to make sure he found the pile. Your eyes lingered a bit too long when he bent over and lifted three logs at a time.

He walked carefully to the fireplace and started another fire, dusting off his hands in the process. His eyes held yours for a moment before you cleared your throat.

“I think I’m going to tend to the animals, but you may put your things in one of the rooms and settle in.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” He said softly. “But if I’m going to be staying here, can I please get your name?”

“Rose.” You responded, unable to fight the smile pulling at your cheeks. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jacob.”

“Rose,” he breathed. “The pleasure is all mine.”

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⚔️ Jacob Thomas Kiszka, Sir, Knight ⚔️

eventually, Pirate too

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2 knight jakeys 1 post

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IF YALL DONT POST ALL THE BOYS AI HERITAGE PICTURES I SWEAR TO GOD

[way-to-go-lad]

The knight Jake fail that I don't know if I even want to finish painting 🥲

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Debauchery Defined

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, masturbation, dirty talk, dangerous situations, oral sex (m/rec), illegal activity (traffic related), etc. jake in a hat briefly - cause that shit deserves a warning. Probably typos, excessive italics as per usual, blah blah blah

“I’m sorry, sir, I have nothing under the name of Kiszka.”

The bored attendant, slouched upon a stool beneath an Enterprise sign, doesn’t even have the decency to sound mildly apologetic.

The sign is bright. Too bright for the hour. Too bright for the weary, sleep deprived, burn in your eyes. Just too bright.

Judging by the furrow in his brow, despite his ever present sunglasses, Jake shares your contempt for the fluorescent glow.

“I made a reservation days ago.” You reiterate, spelling his last name once more. Turns out, it’s a lesson in futility, as the clerk doesn’t even bother to type it in.

“I told you,” he snaps, fixing you with a glare. You sense he thinks it reeks of authority. It doesn’t. “There’s no rental reservation. Spell the name all night long if you feel like it, but it isn’t going to change anything.”

Jake, in a smooth rush, is leaned in closer - serpentine and quick in his movement. Yet, calculated, careful, eerily calm in that unsettling way he adopts when irritation is trudging toward anger.

His warning comes quietly, but it bears a menacing aura all the same. “Speaking to her that way is ill advised, I can promise you that.”

Your hand finds his arm, stroking soothingly through the worn hopsack of the blazer he layered on, hours ago, before your flight. “Jake, it’s alright.”

Never aggressive just for show, and certainly never overtly so, when Jacob feels someone is crossing a line with you, he is quick to polish his armor - a knight sweeping in to save his damsel in distress.

He relaxes visibly beneath your touch and navigates back to civility with a deep breath.

“Alright…” he flicks a glance at the name tag that rests crookedly on the other man’s shirt “Tyler. So you don’t have the reservation - we need a car. You have cars. Simple. Why is this an issue?”

He’s tired, and cranky…a long day of travel has leeched the patience from his bones.

Tyler, likely used to overwhelmed travelers frequenting the airport kiosk, remains unimpressed. “I have one available vehicle. Luxury class. Reserved for our most discerning clients.”

Jake rolls his eyes, clearly teetering on the edge of asking this asshole if he’d like to taste the back of his hand. “As it happens, I am discerning. How lucky for us. We’ll take it.”

Papers are signed, keys are exchanged, and finally, you’re schlepping through the hall leading to Parking garage B7, as instructed.

“Luxury for discerning clients.” He scoffs, hefting his bag, and yours, over his shoulder, though you continue to insist you can share the load.

His battered guitar case swings against his legs as he stomps along, “What an asshole. S’probably some boat of a Lincoln or something…I’m gonna look like a pimp.”

The wide-brimmed hat cocked low over his shades will be most fitting, then, won’t it?

Laughing at his dramatics - not so different from his twin, after all - you watch the doors whoosh open to reveal a deserted sea of concrete. Deserted that is, save for one lone sports car waiting beneath a flickering light.

You both stop short. “Or a frat boy douchebag.”

“Frat boys can’t afford cars like that.” You correct, nudging him to get moving.

He picks up the pace dutifully, “So, just a douchebag, then?”

“Yes, yes, Jacob…you’re very refined and everybody knows it.” You tease, ever the soft heart for his antiquated flare. “If anyone sees you, we’ll just explain that your horse and buggy are in the shop.”

His eyes rove across the lines of the car as you approach. Slyly sweeping over the glossy, black curves, almost hidden below the mysterious shadow of his hat.

“I’ll drive.” He mutters as if it’s no big deal, startling your feet to a standstill.

Never, not once, in the entirety of all the time you’ve known him has he ever offered to drive. In fact, now that you’re exploring the subject, you don’t think you’ve ever even seen him so much as graze a finger over a steering wheel.

“Do you…” you pause to collect your jumbled thoughts. “Do you even have a driver’s license?”

It seems strange, all at once - that you’ve never wondered about this before.

“What?” He laughs, finally shaking off the annoyance he’s been wearing on his shoulders for a few too many hours.

You wait while he presses a button on the key fob, opening the trunk with a smooth hiss, asking “well, do you?” as he dumps the bags, and his Gibson, inside.

You’ve seen him present identification hundreds of times, but you can’t recall it ever being anything but his passport.

“Purse in the boot or up front with you, darling?” He asks with an exaggerated swagger and flourish.

“Stop avoiding the question, Jacob.” You sigh, folding your arms as he slings your purse over his shoulder, abandoning Oliver, and moving to open the passenger side door for you. “Do you or don’t you?”

He waits until you’ve settled and then bends at the waist, offering a forehead kiss, and a secret. “I don’t. You wanna break a few rules with me, hall monitor?”

You feel your eyes widen as if he’s just confessed to casual murder for sport.

But you tamp it down and take hold of some perspective, this isn’t murder. Still, you don’t like it.

“Jake, don’t drag me into your debauchery. If you want to endanger the lives of hundreds of unsuspecting motorists, you can do it alone.”

In response, he swings the door closed and jogs around the sloping, gleaming hood, slipping into the driver’s seat, gentle and sleek as a sleepy housecat.

“I never said I didn’t know how to drive, baby,” he tosses his hat in the back and shakes out his waves, “just that I failed to revisit the DMV when ‘the man’ said my time was up.”

“This is stupid.” You slide down in your seat, careful not to reveal how much you’re enjoying the supple leather coasting along the backs of your thighs where your shorts have ridden up.

The opulence is an undeniable high. One you wouldn’t have expected, but there all the same.

He grins to himself, face lit up, beautiful and bright, like a little boy in a toy store. “Debauchery,” his voice is smooth as whipping cream. Smoky. Lazy. Like he plays behind the wheel of a flashy Porsche every day. “Immoral behavior that involves sex, drugs, alcohol, etcetera.”

“What?” You’ve begun to relax already. He is skillfully maneuvering the vehicle through the twists and turns of the garage. Okay, so maybe he does know how to drive.

“Debauchery. That’s what it means. It isn’t this.” He waves a hand, absently calling attention to the car. “But don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours, my love. I’ll have you dragged down into the thick of it soon enough.”

Leaning back against the headrest, you decide to give into his whim and enjoy the ride. It’s lovely to be able to strip off the stress of the day and let him take over the department of transportation, for once.

As you study him, with the hum of the road and the purring engine serving as white noise, you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips.

“Jacob Kiszka,” you allow your grin to widen as it will, “I never would’ve guessed you’d be such a guy.”

He grabs for your hand, pleased that - as luck would have it - he has been blessed behind the wheel of an automatic…the absence of a gear shift leaves him open to holding onto you, and you are his favorite thing to hold.

“What are you on about?” Oliver pops in to say hello again, as is habit when Jake feels a bit too on the spot.

“Never once have you wanted to drive,” you remind him, lacing your fingers through his. “No matter how many times I tease you for being a passenger princess. Wave one fast car with a pretty paint job under your nose and you’re swimming in testosterone.”

A soft laugh is his only response as he coaxes out onto the freeway.

“You look good behind the wheel, baby. You know that?” Your free hand toys with a lock of his hair, smoothing it and twirling it around your pinky.

“I look good, always.” he sighs, feigning boredom as he weaves in and out of traffic to find his desired lane.

The further away from the hub of the city you drive, the more traffic begins to dissipate, until you seem to be adrift along some dystopian highway time has forgotten.

“How long?” You ask softly.

Staring out the window at the scenery whipping by sounds lulling, you might even fall asleep to it, but you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from him, and this calm, capable, skill set you never knew he possessed.

How like him to keep you on your toes, sharing bits and pieces of himself little by little. Doling out tiny Jacob Thomas shaped morsels only when he sees fit.

“Who cares how long?” He glances up at nothing in the rear view mirror. “This is nice.”

“It is.” You agree. Allowing the silence to wrap up warmly around you both again.

You watch him. And you watch him. And you watch him some more.

And you’d help it, if you could. Honest. The timing is most inappropriate. Not to mention, likely a little dangerous, but something about watching him command all that power beneath his hands has you weak. Submissive. Needy.

In moments of weakness in the dark, you’ve confessed that you feel the same watching him play. The way he makes love to his well worn and loved guitar. The way he coaxes sex soaked wails and whines from the strings, working his fingers faster and faster along the frets until the climax crashes apart, exploding into sound where there once was quiet.

The way he talks to her, the way he loves her. The way he knows her body just a little better than he knows yours, or even his own. It all makes you a bit jealous in the most decadent way. It makes you eager to showcase your worth as well, to sink to your knees in service to this god walking around amongst men.

He holds a brand new power and you want to slink into his lap and mewl like a kitten starved for attention. Instead, you settle for moving in closer, brushing a feathery kiss against his neck, nuzzling into the crook of it, unabashedly brazen with your want.

“Hello, my love.” His eyes never stray from the road, but his hand wanders your thigh, welcoming you. “What can I do for you?”

“I’m wet.” It’s a simple admission, but the way you hush it in his ear causes his cock to stir. It takes so little from you to pluck at his edges until he’s unraveling at the seams.

“Why’s that?” He adjusts in his seat, spreading his thighs just enough to make your head spin. “All I’m doing is driving a car. Is that all it takes?”

“Sometimes.” You sound pouty. It’s hardly there at all, but he hears it and he loves it. His spoiled rotten sweetheart.

“Well, I’m a little busy, love.” He slides his hand higher, silently wishing you had chosen a skirt today. “But you go on and be sweet to that pretty pink place I love so well. I miss your pussy, baby…it’s been such a long day. Miss the way you feel, the way you smell, the way you taste. I want you all over my face, fuck. Touch yourself.”

“Right here in the car?” You suck his earlobe into your mouth and the nibble over it as if he is an indulgent treat, because he is.

“Yeah.” He nods, grip tightening around the steering wheel, “Right here in the car.”

Maybe some other time you might toy with him a bit, dangle the string just out of his reach, but you’re further off track than he is at this point, so you shimmy out of your shorts and slide out of your sandals to rest your toes on the dash. Your knees fall apart as your fingers disappear into your panties with the tiniest moan when your fingers brush over your clit.

“Aren’t you such a good girl?” He pats at your thigh in praise, burying his grip into the soft, warm flesh there. Filthy, fucking dirty little thing, touching her pretty, wet cunt in a car we don’t even own just because I asked. So good, baby. Who’s my well behaved, darling girl?”

Sometimes you think his need to praise you rivals your own deep-rooted lust for receiving it.

“I’m your good girl.” You breathe, writhing slowly in your seat, drawing in the scent of sex and Italian leather, laced with the faintest hint of his cologne. It has faded with the hours, handing the spiced teakwood over to something a little more Jake…this is when you love it best.

“Then be my good girl and come over here. Come see me, sweetheart.” He extends an arm, casually inviting you in. You know what he wants, and you plan to give it to him.

For a moment, you're both illuminated in the golden glow of headlights traveling along across the median…he looks like the slickest snake masquerading as an angel. A serpent in the garden, ever tempting and cunning.

It’s all a front, as you well know. A role he plays when he wants to make you quake with desire. His heart is soft and kind, ever mindful of others, ever stuffed full of unending empathy and thoughtful love.

Unbuckling your seatbelt with a click that makes him frown, you slide over to the very edge and toy with the clasp of his belt, panting hot little puffs of breath against his flushed cheek, if only to stir him up further.

“You want that?” He lifts into your touch so you can feel how hard he is, all for you.

“Yeah,” tiny pecks of your lips chart his jawline. “Yeah, I want that.”

“Say it.” His fingers are in your hair now, curling into a loose fist near the nape of your neck, pushing you down. “Say you want my cock. Say where you want it.”

You’re hurrying now, tenderly fumbling with the buckle, hungry and desperate for it. “I want your cock, Jake. Want it in my mouth…in my throat.”

“Fuck…” it growls out of him strangled and tangled up with hot, salacious, greed. “C’mon, baby.”

You long to preen with pride; he wants it so badly, so suddenly - but there are more pressing matters at hand.

Both hands on the wheel now, he watches as you sink down around him, swallowing him so deeply, and with no real warm up, that you gag, sucking him down further anyway as you retch and sputter around his length, throat both fighting the intrusion and pining for more of it.

“Slow down.” His warning grits out through his teeth. He didn’t want to say it at all, slow is the last thing he wants. He wants to float off into it, stare focused and sure on the road, thoughts lost in the way you sound fighting around his cock, sucking and lapping over him, dying for just a little more, just another taste….

You shake your head adamantly, sending your soft, wet tongue slicking back and forth just along the base, nearly nudging at his balls as they tighten up for you. Every reaction his body hands over is all for you. Always for you.

“Fuck, baby,” his right hand drops to pet at your glossy hair as he fucks up into your kiss. “Gonna make me cum in that pretty little mouth. Feels so fuckin’ good. You want it?”

Nodding urgently, you bury your nose into the soft path of hair that trails below his belly button, choking until your throat is squeezed around him, strangling the thick head of his throbbing cock.

He’s twitching against your lips now, straining and pulsing, fucking throbbing. Obscene and depraved. Perfect.

“M’close, baby,” he’s murmuring raspy, stuttering, pleas as his grip tightens until your scalp stings blissfully. “Keep going, just like that, so close…baby, baby, baby, fuck…”

He’s whining and babbling, broken curses and hissing encouragement that barely makes sense. You couldn’t love it more.

Hollowing your cheeks, you suck hard on the updrawn and then relax your throat, plunging him straight to the back of it in one harsh go with a guttural sound that makes his thighs jerk.

You feel the slight hitch in the gas as he loses his footing on the pedal, and soothe him with a palm swept under his shirt until you can feel his heart hammering against your palm.

He regains focus - you can feel it - and then whispers a soft, “Thank you, sweet girl.” Grateful that your wits have prevailed when his own were waning.

You linger at the base, licking at what you can with his heavy weight cradled in your tongues embrace. He flexes violently, and you brace for it, gluttonous for the warmth of his release, and with a groan and gasp of your name, he doesn’t disappoint.

“Gonna cum, baby,” oh, he sounds so pretty. Trotting out the tiny whimpers that are saved for when he’s really lost in it. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, dontstopdontstopdontstop, fuck fuck fuck—“

Your taste buds dance with him, alive with the delicacy that is Jacob. So warm and perfect, covering your tongue, rolling down your throat, until you can feel him inside you, really inside you, in the way you love most.

He’s a mess above you, but you carry on until he is whining with overstimulation and begging you to stop, lightly pulling you away until you can just barely lap over his glistening tip as he softens against his splayed open pants.

You know he’s thinking of all the ways he plans to return the favor when he can properly get his hands on you, but as he catches his breath beside you and steals glances at you tucking his beautiful cock away, you feel completely, totally, blissfully, satisfied.

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[moonlightisdancing]

Lips Like Sugar/j.t.k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 3465

Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI 18+ drinking, protective jake, touching, fingering, edging, oral (m+f receiving), food play(?), unprotected sex (wrap before you tap!), butt stuff, soft aftercare jake

PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANY WARNINGS

A/N: this fic was a collab with @starcaughtsam she sent me the sauce and i wrote this ;)

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The cool autumn air sends chills across your barely covered legs as you walk up the driveway, hand in hand with your lover. The music is so loud that you can feel it rumbling the ground beneath your boots. Jake reaches for the handle and gives you a peck on the forehead before opening the door.

“Y/N! Jack! Looking good!” Your ex-coworker, the host, James greets you at the door dressed as a vampire.

“It’s- Jake…” Jake reaches his hand out, to which he’s completely ignored.

“Whatever you say, big guy.” James moves his gaze to you, looking up and down. “And what are you guys supposed to be?”

“Oh, Jake and I are pirates.” You smile wide pointing between the two of you, resting your head on Jake’s shoulder.

“Hm. Imagined the skirt to be a little… longer.” James shrugs his shoulders.

You let out an awkward giggle as Jake pulls you closer to his side, walking with you towards the kitchen for drinks. James turns to watch you from the doorway.

“Here, baby.” Jake hands you a cracked Topo Chico, grabbing one for himself.

“No whiskey?”

“Keeping it light, gotta drive.” He places his hand at the small of your back, guiding you to the crowd of dancing bodies.

The two of you were never big on dancing, instead finding your way to the opposite side of the crowd, plopping onto an old couch. You cross one leg over the other, ankle resting on Jake’s thigh. He places his free hand on your calf and rubs soft circles with his thumb. You share a few drinks over the course of an hour, keeping casual conversation and innocent touching. Jake had cut himself off after three drinks so he could drive, but encouraged you to have some fun.

“Feelin’ good, doll?” Jake asks, bringing his cool hand to your reddened cheek.

“Very good.” You smile stupidly with half lidded eyes.

“Would you like another drink?”

“Mm, maybe one more.” You reach to grab his hand, placing a kiss on the back of it.

“I’ll be back.” He gives you a kiss on your temple as he gets up to get you another drink.

He saunters into the kitchen, you watch him like he’s the only one in the crowded room. In a sea of costumes, your pirate is all that exists. He makes sure you’re watching before he cracks open another seltzer, licking the foam off the side of the can, undressing you with his eyes. It’s taking everything in you not to touch yourself under his gaze, slick pooling in your panties. You’re snapped from your trance as James emerges from seemingly nowhere, taking Jake’s place on the couch.

“Hey, Y/N. Where’s John? He leave?” James places his arm on the back of the couch as if he’s going to wrap it around you.

“Jake? No, he’s right there.” You point at Jake, who’s standing at the counter looking at you.

Jake trusts you, only watching for any signs of discomfort. You smile and wave at him, earning a little smirk and wave back.

“I don’t get why you’re with him. He seems like a dick.”

“I’m sorry?” You rip your eyes away from Jake to look at James.

“He seriously can’t be that good.” James inches closer to you, reaching his hand toward your knee.

You look back over to Jake who’s now making his way back to the couch empty handed.

“Not that it’s your business, but I can assure you he’s perfect at everything.” You move your leg away from his reach.

Jake finally makes it over to the couch, your knight in shining armor.

“That’s my spot.” Jake points to where James is seated.

“Move your meat, lose your seat.” James remarks.

“What are you fucking twelve, bro? Move.”

“See? Told you he was a dick, Y/N.”

You reach for Jake’s waist, hoping to diffuse the situation before it gets ugly, fast. “Baby, I’m getting tired.” You whine, dipping your thumb into his belt loop.

Diffuse the situation, Y/N. Diffuse.

“Already? I was just getting ready to start a game. Can’t have Halloween without candy!” James tries his best to persuade you, but he’s painfully unsuccessful in his attempts.

You look up at Jake through lustful eyes, images of him in the kitchen playing through your head like a melody.

“It’s up to you, my love.” Jake gently squeezes your hand in reassurance, looking down at you with his brown doe eyes.

You pull yourself up from the couch and stand in front of him, leaning over to whisper into his ear.

“I wanna go home. I have something for you.” You trail away, leaving a kiss below his ear.

“Mm, getting tired, myself. Think we’re gonna go home.” Jake pulls you into him by your waist, sliding his hand down to cup your ass before placing a kiss on your jawline. “Besides, with someone as sweet as her? Who fuckin’ needs candy?”

“Really?” James sucks his teeth, shooting Jake a dirty look.

“Awh, stop being such a downer.” Jake chides as he pulls you away with him, heading for the door.

The car ride is filled with teasing touches, his hand constantly alluding to something more but never giving into your desires.

“Just touch me already!” You tug his hand towards your center, hoping he’ll cave.

He shakes his head and gives in, he’s never been one to restrain himself from pleasure. Jake runs his calloused fingertips up and down your leg until chill bumps rise on your soft skin. His fingers carefully dance along the expanse of your thigh before sliding them under your skirt, meeting with the hem of your panties. He pushes the lacy fabric to the side, running his fingers through your folds before curling his digits into you. He presses his thumb against your clit, working languish circles until you teeter the edge.

“You’re soaked, doll. All from me?” Jake questions tenderly, taking his eyes off the road long enough to catch a glimpse of you falling apart under his touch.

Just as your walls start to tighten around his fingers, he removes them leaving you empty and hungry for more.

“Why did you stop?” You ask quietly, redness failing to dissipate from your cheeks.

“Wanna fuck you right, make you feel so good.” He mumbles, bringing his slick coated fingers to his mouth, licking them clean.

You reach your hand over to his visibly hardened length, palming him through his pants. You unzip the zipper and reach your hand past the waistband of his pants and briefs, rubbing the pads of your fingers slowly across his sensitive tip. Jake wraps his hand around your wrist, restraining you from stroking him any longer.

“Don’t, not yet.” His eyes flutter back as he removes your hand from his length.

He locks his fingers in yours before placing a kiss to your knuckles. He holds your hand pressed to his lips for the rest of the ride, the air from his nose tickling your skin. Upon pulling in the driveway, Jake’s barely in park before rushing you both inside. He rustles for the keys, unlocking the door to your shared home. Jake wastes no time getting his hands back on you, pressing his body against yours forcing the door shut behind you. His hands move up and down your body, squeezing and rubbing on all his favorite spots, as he peppers heated kisses on any and all exposed skin.

“Jakeyyy, hold on!”

“Sorry, sorry. You okay, my love?” He pulls away, grabbing your hand as he steps back.

“Yeah, but remember? I have something for you?” You drag him towards the hall closet with you.

“Damn, I’ve been that bad? Gonna lock me in the closet?” He giggles, waiting for your response.

“No, you weirdo. Gotta get something.” You let go of his hand to lightly smack his shoulder before you open the closet door.

You stand on your tippy toes and shuffle around on the top shelf until you find the little black bag you’d tucked away at the start of the month. Jake’s hands rest on your hips to help balance you, his calloused pads gently pressing into your skin.

“You got us matching costumes… so I got us something matching!” You watch the curiosity wash over Jake’s face as you remove the contents from the bag.

CANDY g-string

“We don’t have to, I thought it would be fun for Halloween.” Your voice grows quieter as you watch Jake’s face for some sort of reaction.

Silence washes over the room, the only thing to be heard is the pounding of your heart behind your chest. The nervousness continues to build up until you watch his lips part in response.

“Am I wearing them too…?” He points to the boxes and then to himself.

“Only if you want, I got two incase you did.”

“Do you want me to?”

You wait a second before nodding yes.

“Okay.” He reaches for one of the boxes, inspecting the packaging.

All you can do is stand in disbelief, his willingness to try new things always astounds you.

“What are you waiting for? Let’s go, sugar lips.”

You practically run to the room, Jake hot on your heels. You start to open the boxes as Jake gets undressed, handing him a pair of the candy panties.

“Don’t think my dick’s gonna fit in this…” He says, hanging the panties from his index finger.

“Oh, it’s coming right off anyways.”

Jake comes over to you at the edge of the bed, laying you back.

“Let me do it?” He asks, reaching for your pair of candy panties.

“Okay.” You whisper in response.

Jake’s hands trail up your legs, fingertips dragging across your calves and thighs until they slip under your skirt to meet the waistband of your thong resting on your hips. He slips his fingers past the band and leaves them there for a moment. He’s hovering over you, staring into your eyes.

“You okay, Jake?” Your brows furrow.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re just so beautiful, had to take you in for a second.” He leans in and places a few heated kisses to your lips before working his way below your skirt.

Jake places soft kisses to your thighs before removing your thong. He slides them down your legs and off your ankles followed by unzipping your boots and tossing them to the side. He reaches over for your matching pair of candy panties and slides them up your legs, adjusting them over your center. Jake’s kneeling between your legs at the edge of the bed, looking down on you.

“Y’know, these things feel weird.” He giggles, snapping the band of the panties against his hips.

You push yourself up off the bed, meeting his lower abdomen with your face. You pepper kisses across his supple skin, making way to his prominent hip bone. You snake your tongue under the string resting on his hip and pull a piece of the candy between your teeth, biting down to break it free. One of Jake’s hands find their way cupped around the back of your neck as you continue kissing the expanse of his stomach. Center with his navel, you start kissing in a line down his body until your lips are against the candy holding his cock. You adjust your hands to hold onto his hips as you start to break off pieces of the candy covering his length. Each time you go for a piece, you snake your tongue between the candy and his flesh to avoid biting him, the feel of your tongue against his cock earning you soft moans. You bite off a few pieces before you grow impatient, pulling the panties to the side to free his length. You drag your tongue up and down his cock a few times before taking him in your mouth, pushing him as deep as your throat will let him. You get about a minute into pleasing him before he grows hungry for more of you. Jake places his hands on yours, removing them from his hip as he lays you back and puts them above your head.

“My turn, sweetness.” He moves his hand down and unzips your corset, laying it flat on the bed behind you, letting your breasts feel the cool air.

Starting at the hollow of your neck, Jake kisses a trail down the valley of your breasts until he meets your lower stomach. He tucks his thumbs into the panties resting on either of your hips before reattaching his lips to your skin. He lightly bites the soft skin of your tummy, your hands resting on top of his at your hips. Jake bends his wrists back enough to intertwine your fingers with his as his lips work their way down to your center. He brings a piece of candy from the middle into his mouth and breaks it off the string. He uses your hips as support to push himself up, bringing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. He licks his tongue along your bottom lip and slips the piece of candy into your mouth. Lips still on yours, Jake presses his hand over your mound and moves it side to side, stimulating your clit with the hard candy. You lift your legs up and wrap them around his back, trying to push yourself into his touch more.

“I know, baby. Just let me take care of you.” He removes his hand from your center and wraps his fingers around your ankles.

Jake brings your knees to your chest, placing kisses along the back of your thighs before he reaches your candy covered center. He moves them over with his teeth, exposing your slick heat to himself. He licks a wide stripe from your entrance to your clit, adjusting his lips to suck on your swollen bud. He lets go of your legs to free his hands, allowing them to rest over his shoulders. His hand comes down and replaces his lips, thumb now pressed to your clit as he teases you with his tongue. He dips his tongue past your entrance, pushing it as far as he can. Once you grow wetter under his touch, he moves two fingers to your entrance, slipping them inside of you as his thumb continues working fast circles over your bud. In a matter of seconds you start to tighten around his fingers.

“Go on, sweetheart. Cum for me.” He curls his fingers up more to aid the process.

“Fuck… Jake, don’t stop.”

“I’m not, baby, I’m not.” He whispers.

You watch his eyes intently watching you writhe under his touch.

“Jake, please.” You reach down to hold his wrist stopping him from moving.

“Are you okay?”

“Just wanna cum on your cock. Wanna make you feel good, too.” You reach further down to wrap your hands around his thick length, stroking and guiding him to your center.

He places his hand over yours and follows your stroking motion, dragging his tip between your folds before pushing into you. Your walls flutter around his width as he gently works himself inside fully. He lays on top of you, hands wrapped around your torso holding you into his chest. There’s not a single part of you going untouched by Jake’s body in some way. His fingertips pressed into the skin of your back and his chest laying on yours, you wrap your legs around him again. Jake’s face is nuzzled into your neck, lips against your ear allowing you to hear every obscenity mumbled from him. A mantra of fuck’s and oh my god’s leave his mouth as he slowly engulfs himself in your touch. Your arms are wrapped around his torso, pulling him in as hard as you can. The pressure of his weight rubbing against your nipples combined with him inside of you forces your own breathy moans out, creating a one of a kind melody just for the two of you. His body so close to yours has allowed the candy panties to rub against your clit, bringing you closer to the edge. Just as you start to tighten around him, he stops again, eliciting a groan from deep inside of you.

“I know, I’m sorry, had an idea.” Jake pushes himself up and pulls out of you, making you groan at the loss of contact. “I promise this time I’ll make you cum. I’m sorry, baby. Can you flip over for me?”

You weakly roll over onto your stomach, body growing tired and sore from Jake’s consistent edging.

“Can I take these off now? Kinda getting in my way.” He asks, toying with the string on your ass.

“Only if you’re gonna make me cum this time.”

He answers by removing the candy panties from your hips and slipping them between your lips.

“Give that mouth something to do other than talk back.” He mumbles as you hear his pair hit the floor.

Jake pushes your legs together and situates himself around you before you feel the tip of his cock against your ass. He leans his torso into your back and brings his lips to your ear.

“Ready?” He whispers.

All you can manage is a nod and Jake slips his cock back inside of you. A few strokes in and Jake’s already pushing you to the edge again. He leans back up and places his hands on your hips, pulling you up to your knees. He adjusts your legs around his frame, spreading out the view for him. He begins thrusting into you again, hands on your hips and his fingers digging into the skin. He moves one hand from your hip and runs it over the swell of your ass. His thumb rests over your back entrance, rubbing in circles for added stimulation.

“Is this okay? You like that?”

“Yeah…” You moan. “Put it in.”

You hear spit leave his lips and make contact with your ass as he uses his thumb to spread the manmade lubricant over your entrance. He slowly pushes his thumb into your ass, resting his palm against your lower back. He slowly moves his thumb in and out of you as he works his cock inside your pussy. Jake removes his other hand from your hip and wraps it around to toy with your clit. Chasing his own release, he starts thrusting into you harder, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix every so slightly. With all of the added stimulation, you start to tighten around his wide length again, this time with the promise of finishing. Jake removes his thumb from your ass and brings it up your back to grab your hair in a makeshift ponytail. He wraps it around his hand and pulls your back into his chest. You bring your arms behind you, pressing your hands into Jake’s sides, squeezing his love handles. He fully pushes you over the ledge, gifting you your promised release as he himself comes undone. The two of you fall to the bed, Jake’s cock still buried deep inside of you. After falling, you both catch your breath, Jake pulls his now soft length out of your aching core. Jake rolls off the bed and collects the candy pieces from around the room, tossing them into the bathroom trash can. You turn your head to watch him as he leans over the tub and begins to draw a hot bath. He shuffles through cabinets under the sink and pulls out a handful of bath products.

“Rosehip or coconut?” He shouts out into the bedroom.

“Rosehip is good.” You mumble just enough for him to hear.

Jake saunters out of the bathroom and over to the bed, picking you up in his arms and bringing you to the bath.

“I’ll be back, just relax a little, okay?” He says, lowering you into the water and placing a kiss to your forehead.

You watch him enter the bedroom several minutes later with a cup of chamomile tea and an assortment of snacks. He comes back to the bathroom with your mug and hands it to you before climbing into the tub with you.

“Nightmare on Elm Street is ready on the tv when you are.”

After the bath grows cool, you guys get out and dry each other off before making your way to the bed.

“Wait, don’t lay down yet.” He walks to the closet and grabs fresh sheets, stripping the bed of the old ones and discarding them in the dirty laundry.

Once the bed is done up with clean sheets, Jake gets you settled with the snacks before climbing in next to you and starting the movie.

[runwayblues]

jake kiszka previous lives

pirate

knight

sickly victorian child

conquistador

pirate (again)

lesbian

lighthouse keeper

wizard that lived in the woods in a tower that was feared by the local villagers who would hide when he came by to get supplies but would ultimately come by for his help and find out he was just some weird little guy

cat

[watchingovergvff]

Don’t Blame Me- Jake Kiszka

Summary: The push and pull of your’s and Jake’s relationship is exhausting. He used to be your knight in shining armor, but now only lives to be a thorn in your side. One night changes it all, can you get past it?

Genre: Enemies to Lovers. Secret Relationship. Angst, Fluff.

Word Count: 6.7k

Warnings: Alcohol. Cursing. Implied Sexual Relations. Jealousy. Asshole!Jake.

A/N: I love to hear feedback, so please don’t hesitate to do so. Thank you for all the love and support <3333 This fic was loosely based on Taylor Swift’s “Don’t Blame Me”.

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“Do you get off at five today?”

“Yeah.”

“Wanna go out with me and the guys tonight?”

“Sure, you're picking me up though.”

Danny truly gets the best big brother award. Here he is, calling you once again, inviting you to go out with the rest of the guys. Normal big brothers would be too embarrassed to have their little sister trail behind them, not Danny.

Your parents never had to force Danny to tote you around. If you had gone missing, it was most likely because he had brought you with him somewhere. The two of you were only a year apart, but Danny did have the habit of being over protective of you.

Regardless of the fact you were siblings, you were also best friends. When Danny and Sam first became friends, Danny had insisted you were included in everything, no matter what. Sam had never found it odd, over time he became just as attached to you as Danny was. So, that's how your little trio started and has stayed throughout the years.

Driving home from work, you take note of the sunny weather surrounding you. Sam had called you on the way home from work, wanting to chat about his week. Letting him ramble away, you chime in every now and then. Pulling into your driveway, you spot Danny’s car parked near the curb. Hanging up the phone with Sam, you promise to resume your one sided conversation at the bar tonight. Sauntering through your front door, you find Danny sprawled out on your couch.

“Hey kiddo,” he utters.

“Hey, you're here early.”

Danny kicks off the couch, heading to your room already. You follow close behind him, needing to find something else to wear tonight.

“I’ve been here since 12. Studio time got cut short today, because Jake and Josh couldn’t get along whatsoever.” “But, aren’t we going out with them tonight?”

“Yep.”

Watching him shrug his shoulders at the brothers' ridiculous conflict. Scouring through your closet, you kick Danny out of your room so you can change.

You wanted to keep it cool tonight, since it would be super hot outside, so you opted for jean shorts and a simple top.

Finding Danny in your kitchen, chugging water, you start feeling nervous.

“So, Jake is coming for sure?”

“Yeah, he’ll show up at some point.”

He eyes you curiously. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why does it matter if Jake shows up or not?”

“I just want to be prepared for his sour attitude.”

He laughs, gesturing for you to gather your things and head out the door. Following him to the car, you can’t shake the nerves of seeing Jake.

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Growing up with Danny and Sam, you were bound to wander through the Kiszka household at some point. One of the first times you met the twins, you had been searching for Sam.

Danny had told you to meet him at the Kiszka's house once you made it off the school bus, one late afternoon. He had reassured you that it was fine to just walk inside, they would be in Sam’s room waiting.

As a child, you were way more reserved compared to your older brother. Walking into a house you’ve never been in, regardless of the fact the two boys were waiting inside for you, you were drenched in fear.

Knocking on the front door, refusing to just walk in, you grip your backpack a little tighter. The door swings open and a boy you’ve never seen before stands in the doorway. “Hi, who are you?”

The boy wore one of the biggest smiles you’ve ever seen before.

“Sorry, is Danny here?” you whisper meekly, head hung low.

His face lights up even further, “Oh! You must be Y/n. Here, come inside.”

You hesitate, wanting to turn around and run home. He patiently waits for you, not wanting to make you even more nervous. Finally, you follow in after him.

“My name is Josh, I’m Sam’s older brother.”

Nodding up at him, you remain silent.

“This is Jake, my twin brother.”

Your head whips towards the older boy, a blush spreading across your cheeks.

The older boy, Jake, leans against the kitchen counter, barely giving you the time of day. He does manage a quick tight-lipped smile, going back to what he was doing.

Before you can make more of a fool of yourself, you hear your name being called down the hall. You look up at Josh, finally making eye contact with him, you smile. “Thank you, Josh.” you softly reply, skipping down the hall towards Sam’s room.

Throughout the rest of the evening, you couldn’t stop thinking of Sam’s older brother, Jake.

Those thoughts continued all throughout middle school, into high school, and now into your adult life. But, Jake had never given you the time of day, even now, only swapping pleasantries with you. You felt like a fool, letting some childhood crush linger this long, but no matter what you do, you just can’t shake Jake.

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Arriving at the bar downtown, you and Danny make a b-line for the nearest bartender, already ordering drinks. “Y/n! You came.”

Sam comes stumbling to your left, swinging an arm around your shoulder.

“Hey, what about me?” Danny asks, taking both of your drinks from the bartender.

“I saw you a few hours ago Daniel, don’t be selfish.” Sam narrows his eyes, already letting the laughter sound.

You rub Sam’s back gently, peeling his intoxicated body off yours.

“How long have you been here?”

“Uhh, I think thirty minutes, but I'm not sure.”

Ruffling his hair, you ask, “How are you already drunk?” “Josh and I pregamed before.”

“Y’all need help.”

Danny, Sam, and you find Josh by the pool table, sipping on another beer. Josh being alot like his younger brother Sam, he squeezes you into a bearhug.

“I told Daniel to leave you alone. You work too hard to have to deal with us right after work.”

Walking around the pool table, you sit yourself atop a nearby barstool. “Whatever, I needed to come out tonight. I’ve been so stressed with work this week, and my boss has been giving me shit all month about some stupid paperwork thing. So, I’m looking forward to drowning my sorrows with all of you tonight.”

They all give you a pitiful look, feeling sorry for you. Swatting away their unnecessary pity, you flash a mischievous grin.

“Actually, you know what would make me feel better, another drink,” you sweetly reply, batting your eyelashes at Sam.

“Fine, your drinks are on me tonight.” Sam huffs, but gladly adds your next drink to his tab.

The boys start up a pool game, letting you go last since you're too busy sipping on your drink. Danny and you go head to head throughout the game, always being competitive with each other.

You unsurprisingly lose, becoming a sore loser almost instantly. Sam consoles you, always having a sweet spot for you.

Danny and Josh start yet another round of pool, but remain conversing with you and Sam. Your sour attitude towards Danny’s win fades quickly, getting wrapped up in whatever they start talking about.

Your happiness dies quickly, when a certain Kiszka twin enters the bar, meeting your eyes.

“Jake, you decided to show up, how nice of you.” Sam calls out, making everyone turn in Jake’s direction. “Fuck off Sam–”

Drowning out Jake’s words, you can’t help but wonder who the girl to his right is. The stranger trails Jake like a hawk, giving you a quick once over. You roll your eyes at the girl, not really caring for niceties.

It’s unlike you to not even try to be fake nice to strangers, but her reaction towards you minding your own business, makes it fair game.

Jake walks right past you, not even bothering to acknowledge you, which isn’t much of a surprise.

Not wanting Jake’s poor mood to bring you down any further, you tug Sam with you to get another drink.

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Jake had been anxious to see you all night. Danny had insisted on bringing you with them to the bar tonight, despite the fact Jake had suggested it be a guys night. Fine, if they didn’t want to listen to him, he would bring his own plus one.

Jake had only recently met this girl, but had decided to invite her anyway. In truth, the only reason he was bringing her in the first place was because he wanted to make you jealous. You had continuously teased him, using Sam to do your dirty work in making him jealous, so it's only fair that he gets a rise out of you this time.

It hasn’t always been like this, you and him. Over the years, Jake watched you grow up, always feeling a need to protect you like an older brother. That's what he felt like to you anyway, your big brother. You were four years younger than him, so of course he only saw you as a little sister.

Everything changed two years ago, at some random dinner party Josh threw. Jake had just recently gotten out of a long term relationship, struggling to even socialize with his brothers. Josh and Sam had insisted he come, trying to get him out of this funk. What they hadn’t mentioned was that the ‘dinner party’ was more of a rager if anything.

Their house was littered with people, all far from sober. Jake regrets even leaving his room to come down here. He starts to make the trek back to his room, that is until he hears his name being called behind him. Trying not to groan in annoyance, he slowly spins around.

“Hey, Jakey.”

It's Y/n.

Wow... she looks different. Why is she here?

“Y/n, what are you doing here?”

“Don’t sound too excited to see me,” you say snidely.

“No it’s just– No one told me you were coming.”

“No one knows I'm here. I had a free weekend, I figured why the hell not come see my favorite boys.”

“Well, good to see you. If anyone asks where I am, don’t tell them.”

He starts to walk away, purposefully not looking at you. “Oh– okay. I’ll come find you later.”

“Please don’t.”

Jake didn’t need to turn around to know the damage he’s just done to you, but instead of fixing it, he keeps walking as far away as he can get from you.

That night, Jake goes to sleep thinking of you, and not about the broken relationship he just left. ________________

You and Sam remained at the bar, sipping lightly on your drinks, chatting about anything and everything.

Danny was your best friend, he really was. But, Sam was different, he also wasn’t your brother. You and Danny talk about a lot, but there are some things you can’t bring yourself to talk about with him.

Sam was truly your best friend. He knew about your ongoing crush on Jake, even if you wouldn’t admit it out loud. Which is why he had no problem spending the night as far away from Jake as possible. He knew Jake brought that girl on purpose, maybe not just to irritate you, but to cause some sort of uproar.

Doing his best to get you out of your own head and enjoy yourself, Sam drags you to the makeshift dance floor when a familiar tune sounds out through the bar.

You groan, not really wanting to dance in the middle of this bar, despite the other couples dancing about. Sam’s bright smile is the only thing that convinces you to go lay it all out there with him. The both of you can’t dance to save your lives, but you can’t help but feel ten times lighter than you did before.

Sam twirls you around, laughing at your dazed out expression. Mid spin, your eyes catch Jakes’ for the second time tonight. Instead of caving in on yourself, you complete the spin, continuing your dance with Sam. Once the song came to an end, the two of you breathlessly bow, and saunter off the dance floor, hand in hand.

You can feel Jake’s eyes on you still, but you don’t give him the time of day. Walking past Jake and his guest, you latch onto Danny, slapping at his back playfully.

Sam returns to your side with what you think is another drink, but turns out to be just water. You gripe at his choice of beverage for you, but he waves you off, demanding you drink it.

“You two were really going at it out there, I think it's time to cut you both off,” Danny says, chuckling at your flushed faces.

Swishing your drink in his face, you say, “Sam already did, it's water.” Danny and Josh laugh at your clear disappointment.

“It’s probably a good thing he cut you off, wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself any further,” Jake chimes in, clearly proud of himself.

You ignore his statement, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of getting a rise out of you.

“Shut up, Jake.” Josh snaps back.

“Why should I? Are you really that desperate to get laid, that you have to grind on any guy that gives you attention?”

Dannys in Jake’s face in mere seconds, gripping him by his collar. “What the fuck did you just say to her?”

“You heard me.”

Danny rears back, every intention to beat him to a pulp. The other boys seem to be letting it happen, not putting a halt to it.

“Danny, stop. Leave him alone,” you demand.

“Y/n–”

“Stop Danny, unless you want to get kicked out of here.”

Not relenting, you glance at Danny, trying to plead with him. He reluctantly lets Jake go, walking away from him entirely.

Jake won’t make eye contact with you, looking anywhere else but at you.

“Fuck you, Jake,” you say storming off toward the bathroom.

The rest of the guys watch you intently, then turn right back to Jake after making sure you were safe. ___________________

Struggling to contain the tears, you look at your red splotchy face in the mirror. You clench your fist tightly, pacing around the small bathroom. Hearing a knock on the door, you start to tell them someone was in here, but whoever it is doesn’t let you finish.

“What do you want?”

Jake stands behind you, looking at you through the mirror. His face is ridden with guilt, but it doesn’t make you feel any better.

“I just wanted to apologize–”

“Don’t bother, I won’t forgive you.”

“Y/n, your being difficult, listen to me–”

Scoffing in disbelief, you spin around meeting him eye to eye.

“I’m being difficult, I’m being difficult. Are you fucking kidding me, Jake? Do you hear yourself?”

Cowering back at your words, he attempts to talk again, but you quickly shut him down.

“The fact that you have the balls to come in here, calling me difficult, after what you just said to me is truly insane. What is wrong with you? What the fuck did I ever do to you?” You breathlessly continue on, not caring what you look like. “I’ve tried and tried with you, and no matter what I do, you still treat me like shit. What happened that night at your house that made you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you, Y/n.”

“Ha! You have a special way of showing your love for me. If calling all your friends whores is your new thing, I think I'd rather not be your friend at all.”

“You're not a whore.”

“You're damn right I'm not. How do you expect me to respect you if–”

Without expecting it, you feel Jake’s lips on yours, cutting off your words. Tasting the alcohol on his breath, you abruptly shove him off and away from you.

“What is wrong with you?” you yell, tears streaming down your face.

“I don’t know why I did that, I'm so sorry.” Jake’s own eyes rim with tears. He tries to approach you again, but you shove past him, right out the bathroom door.

“Y/n, please wait. I’m so sorry,” he calls out to you, not caring about all the eyes on him.

Running up to Danny and Sam you begin to babble on. Your voice stutters and stumbles from the tears and hiccups spewing out of you.

“Take me home please, Sammy. Please take me home,” you softly beg, hugging onto Danny and Sam.

Without a second thought, they escort you right out of the bar, not even bothering to say goodbye. Danny gets the three of you in the car, starting the drive back to your place. Sam chooses to sit in the back with you, holding your crying form the whole way home.

Danny makes quick work of getting y’all home, toting you out of his car. Sam follows somberly behind the two of you, head hanging low. They help wash your ruined makeup off your face. Sam helps you change into comfy clothes, while Danny gets you some water and medicine for tomorrow morning.

The house is uneasily quiet, you hadn’t uttered a word since y’all left the bar. Danny gets you tucked, tightly in your bed. He whispers words that you don’t even attempt to hear, just closing your eyes entirely. They both go to leave your room, but your cracked voice stops them. “Please don’t go. Stay.”

“We aren’t leaving, honey. We're just going to sleep out in the living room,” Sam softly replies.

“Stay in here with me, please. I don’t wanna be alone.” “Okay, okay. We’ll stay, come on Sam,” Danny motions to Sam.

That night, Sam slept right next to you and Danny remained right behind him. The exhaustion of the night hits you, dragging you further and further into sleep.

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Weeks have gone by since that horrific night in the bar. You made Danny promise not to say or do anything to Jake, even though you're still upset about the whole interaction. Instead of dwelling on it, you force yourself into long nights at work, not leaving any time to see anyone other than Danny.

He had said things in the studio had been quite hostile, since the blow out. Little did he know that things had gotten way worse, in that tiny bar bathroom. You choose not to tell him what Jake did in the bathroom. Having a feeling that this whole thing could lead to something worse for the band, you decide to keep it to yourself.

Sam has been debatably even more worried about you. You’ve been blowing him off, not wanting to do anything other than work or be at home alone. Feeling awful about ‘abandoning’ him, you finally agree to go out again.

They had promised Jake wouldn’t show, not even inviting him in the first place. A small sense of guilt crowded you, not wanting to be a reason for a fall out with his brothers. But, you couldn’t help the even smaller sense of victory that overwhelmed you. There was no way in hell, you wanted to deal with Jake tonight.

Going straight from work to the bar, you don’t bother to change your work clothes. Walking in, Danny meets you at the door, blocking your view of the room. Looking up at him, you can see the tense look in his eyes.

“He’s here, isn’t he?”

“I’m sorry, I swear we didn’t invite him.”

Holding up a hand to stop him, you say, “It’s fine. He has just as much right to be here as I do.”

“He’ll leave if I ask him.”

“Danny, it’s fine. I’m fine, really.”

He can see the exhaustion in your eyes, clearly from overworking yourself for weeks now.

“Come on, drinks on me tonight.”

Shuffling your feet behind him, you follow without question.

They had gotten a table tonight, not wanting to play any games. The moment you walked up to the table, everyone got quiet. Of course, the moment you look up, Jake’s remorseful eyes are boring into yours.

He looks like he wants to say something, but you don’t give him any time.

“I need a drink.”

You saunter off towards the older bartender, jumping atop a barstool.

Meanwhile, the whole table’s eyes follow you, watching you silently.

“She looks awful.”

Sam slaps Josh’s chest, telling him to shut up.

“She hasn’t been sleeping well. Plus she’s overworking herself like crazy, never taking a break,” Danny replies. Jake shifts in his seat, the awkward tension obvious. He had showed up tonight in hopes of seeing you actually. After all the shit he put you through, not just that night, but all the times before. You deserved a real apology. If he apologized and you still wanted to never see him again, he would be okay with it. Well, the selfish part of him wouldn’t be alright, but if it's what you truly wanted, he would do it for you. Watching you from here, it was evident you hadn’t slept in god knows how long.

Your body was slumped against the bar-top, throwing back whatever was in your cup. Danny has never seen you like this before. Most of the time your sadness transformed into rage, and didn’t die down until you released it. Seeing you in such a somber state, triggers the overprotective side of Danny like no other. Glancing over at Jake every now and then, he makes it clear that he means business.

Jake doesn’t even pay Danny any attention, which is pretty stupid of him to do, but all he cares about right now is apologizing to you. It's selfish of him truly, to want to make amends with you, even though you hadn’t done anything wrong. Jake had screwed up, not you.

The dimmed lights of the bar, drained your eyes of any color. Jake grimaced as he watched you order yet another drink, knowing tomorrow morning would be rough for you.

At this point, an hour or two had passed and you hadn’t made any move to go back to the table, allowing yourself to wallow in self pity for a while longer. You can still feel his eyes on you, completely ignoring the conversation around him. A part of you wants him to get it over with and come talk to you, even though that's the last thing you need right now. The other half of you wants to spin around, on your chair, and scream at him until he leaves forever. Throwing back yet another drink that's mainly vodka, you stumble off the barstool and right out of the bar's door.

No one seems to notice your absence, too consumed in their current conversation. Pacing across the barren sidewalk, your head snaps up when the door opens once again.

Jake stands in front of the closed door, frozen in his spot, not wanting to scare you off. Mockingly laughing at Jake’s ashamed and apologetic face.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

He remains a safe distance from you, not sure what direction this conversation will go.

“Y/n, I know you don’t want to talk to me right now, but–”

“You're right, I don’t.”

“Y/n please, please let me explain.”

“There's nothing to explain, Jake. Your a fucking asshole, I already knew that.”

He falters, already feeling lightheaded just talking to you. “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, I'm not looking for it. Just please give me a chance to explain.”

You grow deadly silent, not feeling up to arguing with him. Jake takes your silence as permission to explain.

“I shouldn’t have said what I said that night. I didn’t mean it, I really don’t know why I said it. I think– I think I was just jealous, jealous of you and Sam.”

“You were jealous of me and Sam dancing, so you decided to call me a whore in front of all our friends?” “And I’m sorry for it. It shouldn’t have even come out of my mouth. Cause you're not, you're so far from it.”

Tears start to build up in your eyes, not just from the drowning sadness, but from the burning rage building inside.

“I shouldn’t have kissed you either, that was way out of line. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m so disgusted and ashamed of myself.”

“You know what you're selfish, Jake. Your really fucking selfish.”

“I know I am, I know–”

“No, you fucking don’t. You don’t get it, do you? I’ve been waiting for that my whole life. And you took it away from me to prove a point. Kissing is one thing, but kissing you was a big deal to me, Jake.” Tears are pouring down your face, the lump in your throat building with every word. “For years, I’ve hidden my feelings for you. Watching you jump from girl to girl, mourning the fact that it would never be me. I know, it's different for you and I can’t blame you for not feeling anything for me. I’m just Danny’s annoying little sister that just won’t leave you alone. Trust me, the message is clear, I promise to never bother you again. But, don’t you ever try to pull that shit with me again, I have fucking feelings too, Jake.” You can’t even believe the words that have left your mouth, all that alcohol gives you liquid courage or stupidity. Jake stands before you, eyes welling up with tears, utterly silent. Tired and slightly embarrassed with this whole situation, you make a move to walk away, but Jake reaches out for you, latching onto your wrist.

“Let go, Jake. I want to go home.”

“You're drunk, you can’t drive yourself home.”

“Fine, I’ll walk.”

Yanking your hand away from him, you start to stumble off.

“You live twenty minutes away, you can’t walk home, Y/n.”

“Watch me.”

“Y/n, let me take you home,” he jogs up to you, pleading. “Not a chance.”

“Please, just let me get you home safe, and I promise not to bother you again.”

Your eyes were bloodshot and your feet throbbed painfully. Exhaustion overrides your thoughts. Alcohol swimming throughout your body, leaving you woozy. “Fine.”

Without missing a beat, you slowly follow Jake to his car, parked down the street.

The car ride back to your place was deadly silent. You regret ever telling him about your feelings, already knowing what he’s thinking. It didn’t matter now, it could only get worse from here.

Pulling up to your house, Jake hesitantly follows after you inside. Your head is cloudy and you feel your body swaying as you walk further in your house. Is it possible for alcohol to have a delayed effect? Yes absolutely, that's why your body decides to betray you, totally forgetting how to walk.

Jake stumbles behind you, trying to catch you before you meet the floor. Hanging in his arms, Jake tugs you to your feet.

“I can walk on my own, thank you,” you snide.

Still walking along with you, Jake takes you to your bedroom.

“I know, just let me help this once.”

You groan, mumbling snarky comments under your breath, but allow him to help you anyways.

The sun had long set, leaving your room pitch black dark. Jake blindly searches for the switch to the lamp beside your bed. Turning it on, he places you on your bed gently. Laying flat on your back, you stick your feet out towards Jake, insinuating that you want me to take your shoes off. A slight smile graces his face at your exhausted state. He tugs your work shoes off of you, placing them on the floor next to you. Tucking yourself into bed, you turn facing away from Jake, already falling asleep.

Jake waits a moment, gazing at your sleeping form.

“I’m really sorry, Y/n. Really, really sorry.”

Turning off the lamp, he makes his way out of your room. Starting to shut the door, he hears your cracked voice whisper softly.

“I forgive you, Jakey.”

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“Oh god, how much did I drink last night?” replays in your mind as soon as you wake up the next morning.

The pounding headache and overwhelming nausea makes you curl further into the covers. Peeking an eye at the window, the sun shines high in the sky. It has to be mid-morning by now.

Everything from last night comes flooding back, causing you to wince, gritting your teeth. You're going to have to figure out how to never face Jake again. Maybe you should quit your job and move across the continent, then you would never have to see him again.

Rolling out of bed, you make the trek to the kitchen, needing to cure this hangover asap. You're still in your work clothes from yesterday, not even bothering to change at this point.

On the way to your kitchen, you notice a leg dangling from your couch.

Shit.

Looking over the side of the couch, you stare down at a sleeping Jake. You had thought he went home after dropping you off. Silently tip toeing, you continue to your kitchen regardless of the man on your couch.

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Jake wakes up to a loud clang from god knows where. Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, he spots a familiar photo, sitting atop a nearby shelf. It's an old photo from years ago, of you with all four boys at one of their first shows.

Hearing sizzling of some sort, Jake knows you're awake. Not bothering to get off the couch, he lets you come to him instead, not wanting to upset you any further. A few minutes go by and he hears your feet padding across the hardwood floor.

Not expecting him to be awake, you freeze standing awkwardly in front of him.

“You're awake.”

“I am.”

Tapping your foot against the floor, you try to think of something to say, but he beats you to it.

“I’m really sorry, Y/n.”

“Jake, it's fine really. Let's just pretend none of it happened.”

Looking up at you from the couch, he says, “I can’t do that. It's not fair to you.”

“Jake, really it's fine. I’m over it.”

“Well I’m not. I can’t just pretend like I didn’t hurt you. I won’t.”

“I made you breakfast, it's in the kitchen when you're ready.”

You scurry off, heading back into the kitchen, not wanting to continue this conversation. Jake follows you, not giving up on talking to you.

Standing in the kitchen together, you both stare each other down.

“Don’t walk away Y/n. Talk to me please, get mad at me, yell at me. I don’t care what you do, but please don’t pretend what happened last night didn't actually happen.” “What do you want me to say Jake?”

“Help me make it up to you.”

You rub your hands across your face in distress. “I don’t know how.”

Jake walks up close to you, clasping your cold hands in his. Looking at him in shock, you surprisingly allow him to continue.

“I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I'm asking for you to give me one chance to explain myself. Please, Y/n.”

Silence grew between you, but after a moment you finally spoke up.

“Fine, but you can explain yourself over breakfast.” Fixing both your plates, you take Jake out onto your back porch. You're going to need plenty of fresh air to handle Jake’s explanation. Jestering for him to start digging into his food.

“So...”

He looks up at you nervously, clearing his throat.

“I’m not sure where to start.”

“How about you explain how all of this got started, what did I do to make you push me away?”

“It wasn’t you, you didn’t do anything wrong. Do you remember that dinner party at Josh and I’s house, two years ago?”

Nodding at his question, his breath stutters.

“I had just gotten out of a relationship a week prior to that party, and Josh had insisted I attend it regardless of my situation. He just wanted me to get out of the funk I was in, but truthfully that was the last thing I wanted to do. When I had finally gathered the courage to walk out there, I saw you,” he continued, noting the gears turning in your head. “I don’t know what happened other than I was surprised to see you. It had been months since the last time I saw you, and something just changed about you. Not in a bad way of course, just made me rethink everything I knew about you.”

“I had changed. When I went away to school, I made an effort to do better, be better for myself. I focused on my mental health, I was ten times happier by the time you saw me again.”

“I could tell, your smile was radiant. I think my feelings changed for you that night. I stopped thinking of you as Danny’s little sister, and started thinking of you as Y/n. But we both know, had I ever told you how I felt Danny would have killed me. I also knew I was too screwed up, to ever deserve you. Especially now that I've made even more of a fool of myself.”

“Jake–”

“No really Y/n. I pushed you away to protect you, and partially myself. It was hard to be around you without feeling like my heart was going to beat out of my chest. I never thought you would think of me as anything other than Sam’s older brother, that was until last night. Which is why I needed to explain myself so I could truly apologize. I had no idea what that kiss would have meant to you, and I wish I could do it all over again.”

“You're such a dumbass. Of course, I fell in love with you. Who wouldn’t? Did you screw up and make shitty decisions? Obviously, but your human Jake. I think it's going to take some time to heal whatever we are, but I want to if you want to.”

Facing each other, you take Jake’s hands in yours, looking him in the eye.

“I will spend my life making it up to you, Y/n.”

Rolling your eyes playfully at his comment, you tug him closer to you.

“How about you start now?”

Grinning at you, he pulls you into a gentle yet passionate kiss.

“Danny’s going to kill us.”

The both of you die out laughing, falling into each other.

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Weeks had passed since you and Jake had reconciled, starting a flourishing relationship.

Jake was heaven to be with, constantly pampering you with love. The only issue you’ve had was Danny.

You had made it a point to talk to your big brother, explaining everything that happened with Jake, minus the bar bathroom situation. Explaining that you two had made up and were great now, so Danny could go back to being best friends with Jake. He was hesitant about it, mostly because he didn’t want you to push everything under the rug so he could be friends with Jake again.

Little did he know, you and Jake were way more than friends, spending almost all of your free time together. Jake was prepared to tell Danny about the both of you, ready to be pummeled by the taller man. But, you had decided that you just wanted to stay in your little bubble for a while longer. The both of you snuck around like two teenagers, kissing on each other every chance you get. So, when Danny showed up to your house unannounced early one morning, you couldn’t help the panic that set in. You did your best to distract your big brother, walking him into your kitchen.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. Has work really been that crazy for you?”

“Oh yeah, they have been running me wild lately,” you say, thinking back to how you’ve really been spending your time in bed... with Jake.

“My hard working little sister, ahh i’m so proud of you,” Danny says, chuckling.

“Uhuh, sure.”

Walking to the fridge, you offer him a drink.

“Is that Sam’s shirt? Are you two swapping clothes again?” you question.

“No, for your information, he stole this shirt from me. Actually now that you mention it, where did you find that shirt?”

Looking down at the shirt you're currently wearing, your eyes widen in fear.

“Uh, I think I bought it at some thrift shop downtown. Why?”

“It's funny, cause I think Jake has a shirt just like it.” Shrugging your shoulders at his words, you try to change the topic.

“Do you have to go to the studio today?”

“Yeah later on this afternoon, that's why I stopped by this morning actually. Are you free tomorrow night? The guys want to go out again and we want you to come with us.” You turn towards the sink, placing the dishes in the dishwasher. “Yeah, sure. I may be a tad bit late because of work, but I can go.”

“Have you talked to Mom about that wedding we have to go to?” you ask, but silence follows your question. “Danny? Did you hear me–”

Spinning around in his direction, a squeak leaves your lips at the scene before you.

Jake stands, eyes wide in the kitchen, only wearing his boxers. Danny stares in surprise, eyes flitting back and forth between the two of you.

“Dan, I can explain–”

He holds up a hand to silence you.

“I see why you wanted to smooth things between me and Jake now.”

Jake remains silent, not wanting to make things worse by talking. His eyes meet yours, silently asking what he should do.

Looking over at Danny, you start to plead with him, trying to make him understand.

A smile breaks out upon Danny’s face, laughter spewing out. Panic and confusion spread throughout you, not sure what to do.

“I already knew about you two.”

“You knew?”

“Y’all aren’t exactly sneaky, especially this one here,” he points to Jake, who is still frozen in place.

“What did he do?”

“You should check his phone screen some time.”

“So, you're not mad?”

“No, I’m not mad. But, if you screw up again, I won’t hesitate to beat your ass,” he says pointedly at Jake.

Still silent, Jake profusely nods in response. Danny gets up from his spot at the table, walking over to you. Pulling you into a hug, he pats your back.

“I’m happy for you.”

Pulling away from you, Danny walks over, grabbing his keys off the bartop. “I’m going to get out of here. It’s nauseating to think about Jake spending the night here.” Patting Jake on the shoulder, he continues his stroll to your front door.

“Love you, Dan,” you shout.

“Love you too, kiddo,” he says, shutting the door behind him.

Finally, it's just you and Jake alone in the kitchen, staring at each other.

“Well, that went better than I thought it would.”

“Honey, I’m in my underwear.”

“At least I wasn’t in my underwear,” you say reassuringly. Trotting over to Jake, you wrap your arms around his neck. “I’m so embarrassed,” he says, tucking his face into the crook of your neck.

Whispering into his ear, “I bet I can make you feel better.” “You're unsustainable, woman,” his body tensed at your words.

Releasing your grip on him, you walk away towards your bedroom.

“Better get used to it, Jakey.”

Jake watched the sway of your hips, smiling at your words.

Reaching the doorway of your bedroom, you look over your shoulder at him. “You coming?”

Striding after you, he chases you into your bedroom. “Yes, ma’am.”

Giggles die out between you two, your cheeks hurting from your wide smiles. Wrapped up in your own little world with him, utterly blissful.

No matter what happens, you can always count on Jake to be by your side. The past remains forgotten and the present full of unyielding love. Who knows what the future holds, as long as you have Jake, you're okay with the uncertainty.

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Thanks for reading!! Hope you enjoyed:)))

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Someday

Jake Kiszka x Female Reader

Warnings: failure to get pregnant, self deprecation, if there is anything i missed let me know

Hi everyone! This is my first time posting fic. Please feel free to let me know what you think.. even though I may regret that haha

As you and jake were heading out the door, you grabbed his arm. You had some disappointing news and decided that you couldn't wait until tomorrow to tell him. The lump in your throat began to grow and the shame began to overtake you.

You both had been trying for quite some time now to get pregnant. And with each passing period it looked like this was not in the cards for the both of you just yet.

Jake looked down at his arm where your hand was clamped tightly and looked up to your face, noticing the worry instantly. "What is it y/n? You can talk to me."

You stood there opening and immediately closing your mouth, trying to find the words. "I know we have been trying to get pregnant and I had told you that my period was late this month..."

As you trailed off, Jake searched your face for the answer to how this sentence was going to end. "Well... I-I..." the words getting caught as tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

"I got my period this morning. We've been planning this and tracking my cycle and I really had my hopes up but-"

With that you let your hand fall from him, your head dropping to look at the floor. You couldn't will yourself to look into his honey brown eyes. You were so disappointed in yourself and felt the air leaving your lungs. Jake couldn't stand the thought of you taking all of this on your shoulders.

He closed the space between the two of you and took your chin between his thumb and pointer finger guiding your gaze to his. "Do not blame yourself for this. We will keep trying. This will happen for us one way or another. I know we were hoping that this would be it... but there's always another way, another chance."

With that he kissed your lips softly and pulled your head into his chest. He kissed the top of your head and questioned, "Are you sure you're up to going out? I can call Josh to cancel and make up an excuse. Please do not feel obligated to go. We can do whatever you want."

"No- I think we should go. You all have been looking to have a night out together and put the end of tour behind you. Plus it wouldn't hurt to have your drunken brothers take my mind off things."

With that, you mustered up the biggest smile you could. Jake took a minute to admire you. The gorgeous, courageous woman that he fell in love with. And one day would make the mother of his children.

He took your hand and rubbed small circles with his thumb. "The minute it gets to be too much, tell me and I will whisk you away." You laughed.. "always my knight in shining armor."

As you got to the bar, you saw that the rest of the group was already there. You and Jake approached the table to say your hellos.

Josh immediately pulled you in for a hug. "There's my favorite family member..." he whispered in your ear. "Still under my brother's trance I see." Jake shot Josh an icy stare. "I know, I know.. he's such a great guy.. blah blah blah. I just don't see it."

Danny threw his arms around your shoulders next to greet you. "When are we going to tell him that you're leaving him for me?" You threw your head back to laugh and gently pushed Danny away.

Sammy was walking back towards the group from the jukebox. "Since I am the only person with any resemblance of taste in this establishment, I have put enough money in the jukebox for the next hour." The group frowned. "Why does he always assume the role of DJ for our excursions?" Jake said.

Sam met your gaze and instantly barreled towards you. "Y/N!!!! I missed youuuu-" His words were already beginning to become slurred. Tonight was going to definitely take your mind off things.

"It's good to see you too, Sammy boy! Now get me some of what ever you are having!" Sam instantly perked up at your words and took you under his wing.

"It's a new concoction I've asked the bartender to whip up. It's a margarita... but only a shit ton of more booze." You grabbed for his glass to take a sip. The instant wave of tequila stinging your nostrils. "Yup, this will work. I'm going to need a few of those."

"Trouble in paradise?" Sam questioned as you both made your way over to the bar stopping to get the bartender's attention. "No... Jake's nothing but a great partner. Just feeling disappointed in myself lately."

The rest of the family didn't know that you and Jake had been trying to get pregnant for the past year or so. You had always imagined the day when you were pregnant and would gather both of your families to make the announcement. All the excitement and love, being able to share that love with a new being. But that moment was going to have to wait for now.

Sammy noticed the far off look in your eye. "Want to talk about it? I would love nothing more than to shower you with glowing reviews and tell you how much better you have made all of our lives." You rolled your eyes, he was always one for the dramatics. "And they call Josh the drama kid. I just want to drink, dance... and repeat!"

"I think I know just how to do that."

Once you got your drinks, you both walked back to the table. You took your spot next to Jake. He pulled your chair closer so that he could nuzzle into your side. "Remember the instant you want to go, just say the word."

"Thank you baby but I'm fine. I just need to loosen up a bit."

Baby

You winced at the word. It stung a tad more than you thought it would. You took a sip of your drink hoping Jake didn't notice the subtle expression on your face.

After chatting with Josh about some of his stage outfit ideas for the next tour, you drummed up the courage to make your way out to the dance floor.

"Oh Samuel, I'm ready for that dance whenever you are." Sam's eyes lit up. He stood and made his way over to you to offer his hand.

"May I have this dance m'lady?" tipping his imaginary hat. "My..my I though you'd never ask" you said in your best drawl.

Sam spun and twirled you around on the dance floor. All of the worries seemed to be slowly melting away. You noticed Jake eyeing you from across the bar with a big smile on his face. He could watch you in this moment forever. Nothing made him happier than seeing a smile spread across your face. As you threw your head back in laughter mid-twirl.

After a few dances with Sam, you decided to join Jake back at the table. As you slid next to him and took a sip of your drink, he kissed your temple. "Having fun out there?"

"Yes, Sam is hard to keep up with sometimes." "Now you know how we all feel," Danny chimed in.

You took a moment to relax and just listen in to the conversations around you. You put your head on Jake's shoulder and listened to him chat with Danny about a riff he was working on for the potential first single for the new album. You felt yourself drifting in and out of their conversations, which only allowed your mind to wander.

As you were sipping the last of your drink, all your emotions seemed to have come flooding in all at once. You tried to swallow down the growing lump in your throat but you weren't sure how much longer you would be able to keep yourself together.

Jake caught sight of you from the corner of his eye and immediately noticed a shift in your demeanor. He whispered low enough for only you to hear, "are you ok? Are you ready to go home?"

With tears ready to stream from the corners of your eyes, you slowly nodded your head yes. Jake stood up from the table, "well I hate to be the one to break up the party early but I think I need to call it quits. I've been dying to have a good nights sleep in my own bed, with my own girlfriend. We will see you all soon."

You went around saying your goodbyes. Sam was the only one to notice something was off. He gave you an extra long hug, "If you need to talk, I am always here." "Thank you, Sammy," you stated while giving his hand a squeeze. "Thank you all for having me.. I apologize but I think all the liquor has caught up to me."

The drive home was silent. You stared out the window afraid to speak knowing it would only make your mental state worse. Jake held your hand the entire ride and occasionally would kiss your hand, giving you your space but letting you know he was there. He slowly pulled into the driveway, and once parked he turned to you. "Why don't we go upstairs, take a bath, and just relax. Do you think we could do that?"

You were thankful that he always put your feelings first. "That sounds nice."

Jake ran the bath and guided you in. While you were soaking, he got out your PJ's. An oversized tshirt of his, which was your favorite. You remember the day he gave it to you as something to remember him by when he couldn't always be with you. He fluffed the pillows on the bed and threw your favorite robe in the dryer for a few minutes so it would be warm when you got out of the bath.

After you got out of the bath and did your nighttime routine, Jake guided you towards the bed. "If and whenever you want to talk about this, please know I am here to listen. I can't imagine the emotions you are going through right now but we will get through it together."

You kissed Jake softly on his forehead and grabbed both of his hands. "I'm not ready just yet, but you have been wonderful tonight. I love you so, so much. Thank you."

Jake settled under the covers and patted the mattress beside him asking you to join him. "I think I am going to make some tea first, did you want some as well?" Jake nodded slowly, "yes, please. Thank you, baby!"

Baby

There was that word again. Before you could let it show on your face you turned towards the bedroom door to make your way to the kitchen.

You filled the kettle and took out two mugs from the kitchen cabinet. As you were standing, leaning on the kitchen island, tears began to make their way down your cheeks.

You wondered if this feeling of hopelessness would subside. How can you miss something you never really had?

As you waited for the water to boil, you made your way to the couch. Curling yourself into a ball against the armrest, you closed your eyes and let the tears free fall. As you felt the fabric dampening from your tears, you tried your best not to let Jake hear you. He was always so supportive but right now you needed to be able to feel this, alone.

You were sobbing and shaking uncontrollably. Your eyelids becoming heavier with each passing moment.

It was quite some time and you still hadn't come back to bed. Jake threw the covers off of him in order to come and find you.

As he descended the first few steps, he could hear the tea kettle whistling in the kitchen. As he made his way down a few more is when he heard your sobs. He stopped in his tracks, heart tearing in two. He hated that you felt like this. That you were going through this turmoil and he had no idea how to take it away from you. He continued down the rest of the way, putting on a strong front.

As you heard his footsteps approaching, you sat up and rubbed at your eyes. "Baby, what's wrong?" Jake asked as he moved next to you on the couch.

"I just feel so helpless, Jake. I feel like we have been trying for so long and month after month, my body is failing me. In my heart I am ready to start a family with you but my body is not prepared to let us do that."

Jake took you in his arms. "Shhh, please do not talk about yourself like that. I told you before that we will create our family on our terms, in our own time. We will keep trying and if we need to seek professional help, we will do just that. I am here for you every step of the way. And I sure as hell don't mind all the practicing." Y/n let out a small chuckle. "Do you want to talk to my mom? I love you and hate that you are feeling this way."

"Yeah, maybe I will call your mom tomorrow. She always knows the right things to say. I think I'll also call my doctor to see if there is someone else I can talk to."

Jake kissed you and held your face in his hands. "I love you, now go back upstairs. I will bring up the tea and we can watch that new documentary we've been meaning to start on Netflix."

You spent the rest of the night cradled in Jake's arms. You were finally able to relax and let the hurt of the day subside. You placed your head on Jake's chest. Listening to his heartbeat, you were lulled to sleep.

[anthemofgvf]

THEORY TIME EVERYONE!!!

a big question a lot of us are wondering is WHO IS THE WOMAN IN THE VIDEO. i have a theory for it. although a lot of people believe her to be the master, i have to disagree. she closely resembles Vivien from the King Arthur legend.

strap in folks, this one is going to be a bit long.

also, if you haven't read @oliverreedmasterass 's theory, PLEASE DO! here it is.

so, while i do see how the mv brought in resemblances to other pieces of history such as the painting of Ophelia and Guinevere, i think it’s possible she can be more closely related to Vivien.

Vivien, also known as the “Lady of The Lake”, is the one who handed King Arthur, the first monarch of England, the Excalibur (as legend has it), which is the sword she pulls out of the water and tells him "hey you're the king of England now bud."

music video reference^

two depictions of the Lady of The Lake^

Now who is the only person that has a sword in the music video?

JAKE. KISZKA. I think he resembles King Arthur, since he was a warrior before becoming king.

I believe Jake to become the leader, POSSIBLY the Master, since he is the heart of the band and technically the one who started it all. He can also be seen as the warrior, or a knight, and more often than not knights become kings (masters, monarchs, etc.) He, along with Josh, has the most time on screen and seems to play a very important role.

Now, how does this tie into the King Arthur legend?

King Arthur said that he was sent by God to protect the Holy Land, Israel, for the pilgrims (people who are on a religious quest) from the Muslims who murdered them once they tried to enter. Some people say he said God sent him to give himself an excuse for all of the killing he did, but anyways.

So, we see Josh being the most affected, in my opinion, by this battle. At the end, delusional to the madness, is still devoted to this Master and whatnot. I think Jake is the one sent “by God” to save him and relieve him of his delusions.

Vivien is also depicted to try and save Lancelot “from the madness”. That’s a side note, btw. Not super important, but I figured I’d include it since Josh sings “And I’m taken, by the madness.”

Sammy plays an interesting role, barely having ANY screen time. We all collectively agree that he is the sorcerer, and in the legend, Merlin underwent a spell by Vivien because he just wasn’t strong enough and ends up dying. She was referred to as “a creature to bewitch a sorcerer”. With the red gloves resembling blood imo, that could be from his “fight” with her and trying to stay alive but loses the battle in the end. Therefore, I think Sammy resembles Merlin the most.

The Master could resemble God, or some sort of God, which is why we never see his face and he is only in a hooded cloak because his face itself is too “powerful” for the naked eye. In the Bible, God is depicted as such- his whole being is too powerful for the naked eye and the mortal, which is why you see him after death. The Master could be someone completely different, but yeah.

A slight side note, but all the forest and green imagery is very resemblant to what England looked like at the time this legend takes place.

Josh’s character to this legend has been hard to pick, but I might’ve found a match: Mordred. Now, although the legend and other depictions say he is Arthur’s son or nephew, we aren’t talking about relationships. This is just who they resemble in the music video. Anyways, I picked Mordred to be Josh because he ends up going crazy and wanting power after Arthur (Jake) recruits him to be a part of his round table, basically trying to overrule Arthur of his kingship after he leaves for battle and lets Mordred rule while he's away. So, when we see Josh going crazy at the end, it’s him being consumed with power and thinking “hey i can take over since they’re all gone i’m left with the crown and throne.” In legend aspects, in almost all of the stories where Mordred is depicted, he betrays Arthur, which is why Josh is the only one in the end saying “burn it up to give him all of our love” because he wants to tarnish Jake’s kingship so he can rule and give the master "all of our love" because he thinks killing everyone will show how devoted he is and will try to recruit everyone he can. He’s also a womanizer in some stories, and we all know Josh is one himself. (Galahad was another close choice, bc he is a pure knight and we see Josh in white and his outfit resembles closely to a statue of him, but I chose to go a different route specifically because of the ending of the video where it seems Josh has betrayed everyone and is on a whole different path).

Danny was also hard to pick, and I have yet to find a match for him. All we know is that he is the archer of the story, but he’s the only one that I haven’t found a good match for in the legend since we don’t know much about him other than the fact he went to battle (has blood on his hands represented by the gloves) and he uses his bow and arrow for battle rather than a sword. So, I think he is someone a part of Arthur’s round table who eventually dies, since him and Sam only have red gloves and I think with Sam and Danny having the least amount of screen time they both died in the battle. I don't know, just a thought. I think Danny has more meaning than we think, so I'd like to say he is one of the more profound knights of the round table.

Some possible matches to Danny (most of them didn't die in battle but still):

-Bedivere, who throws the Excalibur after Arthur's last battle to the Lady of The Lake and is known as "one-handed great warrior".

-Brunor, who was terrible at jousting but "near invincible on foot", which would explain why he has a bow and arrow? i think that only because jousters used swords so I think agility would fit w/ a bow and arrow.

-Galehaut, he is a noble enemy turned an ally of King Arthur as well as an inseparable friend to Lancelot, who is King Arthur's closest companion. Also, possible lover of Lancelot.

-Lancelot, who is Arthur's closest companion, is a hero of many battles and known as one of the greatest Knights of the Round Table. He was raised in a fairy realm by the Lady of the Lake, which could explain how they know of her in the music video and such. He was an unrivalled swordsman and jouster.

-Percival, best known for being the original hero in the quest for the Holy Grail. I say this because, well, I think Danny has a more prominent role to begin with and I believe he is able to use a bow and arrow because he is more skilled than the rest.

(Also TBAGG ties into this bc I think it was happening while they were on the search for the Holy Grail, but I haven’t done enough research for that to know if that makes sense).

I also think the woman could be a "disciple" sent by the master, if we are keeping up with this seemingly religious theme they've got going on. The Master could be a being of the dark arts, perhaps the devil...I'm not sure OR a figure of God. I don't feel like I know enough to make a strong statement. I just can say with positivity that the Master is a higher power that requires devotion from his followers. Josh is willing to give it to him, whilst I believe the rest of them realize the destruction done and are trying to steer away from the past of their battle and go back to their lives of purity and the woman is able to take them there but with a price. A possible trick, which is why the video seems to go dark, and they realize there is no escape, and they now are a part of some sort of cult and Josh is the only one that's like "hell yeah cult shit!". This doesn't have much to do with my theory stated above, rather it is a "side theory".

Whew, alright. That was a lot. Let me know what you guys think! I’m not an expert so idk if I got anything factually wrong or right, but I hope this was interesting!!

Edit: I think I might explain why I think TBAGG resembles the Holy Grail and other Arthurian battles another time. AOTM in my opinion is the making of King Arthur's Round Table, and then the TBAGG is the quest to find the Holy Grail. Then, Starcatcher is the aftermath of it all, where we see betrayal, death, trickery, and a hope to find peace from the madness.

[greta-flanveet]

at your service j.t.k. (part two)

Summary: In the middle of the Great War, the King orders that all subjects must open their homes to unhoused soldiers as an act of service to their country. Your guest, however, is an unexpected pleasantry.

Warnings: storm/bad weather, farmer!Jake, knight!Jake, fluff

Word Count: 1781

A/N: You asked for it. If you want to be added to the taglist, please let me know! Thank you so much to @way-to-go-lad for helping edit this! You’re a ray of sunshine!

Tagged: @idk-maddie @weightofdreams-gvf @greta-van-weed @way-to-go-lad

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The next morning came quicker than you expected. You woke early, dressed, and found yourself in the barn collecting eggs. As you tended to the animals, you heard the doors squeak open. The noise made you jump slightly and you almost forgot that you weren’t alone anymore.

“Sorry, Rose. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” Jacob gave a polite nod of his head and you bowed slightly to him.

“Sir. Don’t worry.” You assured. “I didn’t know you were awake. I was just gathering the eggs from the hens.”

Jacob stepped closer, his shirt untied and hair unbraided. He let his eyes wander the barn before smiling to his horse. He turned his attention back to you.

“I miss doing this,” he said. “The farm life was always the best fit for me. I desire something like this again one day. Perhaps after the war, I’ll be able to find a place and settle down again. Just me, my horse, and the animals.”

It sounded perfect. The way Jacob’s eyes seemed to stare into the future made you smile. He truly was a farm boy at heart. 

“Well, you’re always welcome to stay with the animals while you’re here, sir. I’m sure they’d love the company.” Just then, the pigs started to squeal louder and you chuckled, walking over with the feed.

“Rose, let me help you, please.” 

Jacob didn’t wait for a response before lifting the bucket from your hands. You didn’t miss the way his calloused hands swept over yours or the way his body heat felt like the perfect temperature against your skin. You smiled up at him in a silent thank you and led him to the animal troughs.

You marveled as he seemed to care for the animals with confidence and ease. He was gentle with the babies, tender with the old, and warm to all. He continued to feed the animals as you finished with the chickens. When he finished, he put the bucket back, dusted his hands on his pants and smiled at you.

“Thank you, sir.” You blushed.

“Thank you, Rose. I missed that.” 

He walked back to you and took the egg basket from you and led you back to the house. Ever the gentleman, he held the door and guided you inside still holding the eggs. You began to make breakfast as Jacob sharpened his sword. The silence was comfortable between the two of you.

“Rose, do you live alone?” He asked, keeping his eyes on the metal.

“Yes, sir. My family has either passed or left the town.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He whispered. “Do you enjoy the solitude?” 

“Quite.” You chirped. “Though, it is wonderful to have some company for a change.” You added. 

Jacob chuckled and nodded, putting his sword back in his room. When he returned, breakfast was almost done. 

“Breakfast is almost done, sir.” You said, gesturing to the empty chair at the dining table.

“Shall I help you?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No, sir, that’s alright.” You said, quickly finishing. 

Jacob stalked over to his seat and made himself comfortable at the table. He started to eat and looked at you after the first bite, complimenting your skill. He sat across from you and the two of you discussed the war and his life as a knight. Jacob told you stories about his childhood on the farm. He was in charge of the chickens as a young boy, you learned. You also learned that he hated it and preferred working with the pigs and horses. He learned to ride horses young and used to take his father’s best stallion through the fields for grazing. 

“It made me feel like a King’s Knight!” He laughed. “It’s clever how that worked out.” 

When he finished all his stories, he turned his attention to you. His big brown eyes, lit with excitement from sharing, were intensely on yours. You began to tell stories of your family and your brothers and sister. He listened carefully to your words and seemed engrossed in them. He leaned forward against the wooden table as you spoke about your brothers in the King’s army. He frowned as you talked about your parents and sister. 

“Oh, I didn’t realize how lonely it must be.” He said, looking at the table. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright sir.” You said.

“Rose, you may call me Jacob.”

You blushed slightly. 

“Sir-” 

“Jacob.” He corrected firmly. Your stomach flipped at his tone.

“Jacob,” You restarted. “I’d feel so uncomfortable.

“Why?” He pressed.

“Well, I-” You stopped short. Why was a question you hadn’t considered the answer to.

Jacob smiled softly at your silence.

“I’m sorry Rose. I didn’t mean to be so forward.” He said. “If you wish to call me Sir, you may, but please don’t be afraid to call me Jacob.” 

You blushed and nodded. 

“Thank you, Jacob.”

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The rest of the day was spent working the barn and washing clothes. You worked hard and decided to take a midday nap after tending to the animals. Gently, you were roused from your sleep at the sound of your name being called by Jacob.

“Rose?” He called from a different room.

You sat up and rubbed your eyes. Responding in a tired voice “Yes sir?” and rising to your feet.

Just as you turned out of your room, you nearly walked right into Jacob. 

“I’m so sorry, Rose!” He said, his arm darting out quickly to prevent you from falling.

“Oh!” You said, stunned for a moment. “Sir, what did you need me for?” 

“Rose, I just wanted to tell you that there are strong winds outside. The clothes on the line started to blow off. I couldn’t find you and decided to bring the basket inside myself.” 

Your heart swelled at the thoughtfulness of his actions. He must have noticed your daze and cleared his throat.

“I hope that’s alright, Rose?” 

“Quite, Sir. Thank you.” You spoke.

As you turned to leave, you felt his hand retreat from your waist. You became acutely aware that he hadn’t released you from his hold the whole time. Jacob followed you towards the basket and suddenly you registered what he told you.

“Sir-“

“Jacob.” He reminded you.

“Jacob, did you say there were winds?” 

“Yes ma’am. It seems to be getting stronger.”

You felt your eyes widen as you turned to face the farm.

“Jacob I need your help.” You pleaded with your eyes.

“Anything.” 

You wordlessly ran towards the farm, the wind nearly knocking you over as went. Jacob followed closely behind, calling for you to slow down as you ran. 

The doors to your barn were very old and often blew open during wind storms. This wouldn’t be such a big deal if your animals knew to stay in their pens. You couldn’t afford, not with company, to lose any of the animals you had. Once you made it to the doors, you turned to face the knight behind you.

“Jacob, the doors will fly open in the wind, I need you to tie them shut for me.”

“Of course. Do you have rope, ma’am?” 

The use of the word ma’am while he relayed information or followed orders made your insides turn. You wondered briefly if the same thing happened when you called him by name.

“Yes!” You said, pointing inside the barn. “I’ll show you.”

He followed quietly and watched you hunt for the sturdy rope you kept. When you finally found it, you started to drag it to Jacob.

“Please,” he said, stepping in and lifting the pile for you. “Do you like a particular knot?” He asked.

“Any,” you replied. “I just need to keep the doors shut.”

Jacob nodded and guided you out to the front of the barn, but not before checking on the animals. Once they were accounted for and the two of you were safely outside, he got to work. You marveled at the way his hands seemed to move with ease. His fingers glided between the rope and his wrist flicked just right while he created loops with his hands. He skillfully tugged the rope one final time and smiled at his work. When he turned to you for approval, you were speechless.

“Is everything alright?” He asked, a brief look of panic overtaking him.

“It’s perfect. My father never taught me to tie knots properly, so my work is always unfinished or imperfect. Thank you.” You said.

You were suppressing the urge to embrace him when a particularly hard gust of wind blew at your skirts. You blushed and apologized profusely, smoothing them down. When you looked up again, Jacob’s hair fluttered behind him and his gaze was soft but focused. A gentle rain started to fall as if to remind you to seek shelter again.

“We should go inside, Rose.” Jacob said. “It’s raining.”

“Yes.” You replied.

The two of you tried to run without slipping and finally got back to the house. Your skirts were lightly coated in mud and his boots were now stained brown. Jacob giggled at your appearance and so gave him a quizzical glance.

“What is that for?”

“I’m sorry Rose, I didn’t mean to offend you.” He nodded in apology. “We both look ridiculous right now, don’t you think?” He gestured to himself.

“I suppose we do.” You laughed, eyeing your skirts again. “Would you please get a fire going while I cook?” You requested.

“I’d be delighted.” 

The two of you worked in unison while being in separate spaces. As soon as you felt the warmth from the fire, goosebumps erupted on your arms. Jacob noticed you shiver.

“Is it alright, Rose?”

“Yes sir.” You nodded.

Dinner was spent like breakfast and lunch. You spoke about memories and family. You laughed about the way your chickens seemed to panic in the barn. You prayed that the storm would pass and that you could tend to the animals tomorrow. When you finished your meal, you stood up to tidy up the space.

When you returned, Jacob sat by the fire, sharpening his sword and humming a tune. He had braided his hair back and seemed focused on the task at hand. You admired him sitting there on your floor and almost reached out to touch his hair but you stopped yourself. He was your guest,a mere stranger, assigned to you by the King. For all you know, Jacob could be gone tomorrow without so much as a goodbye. The thought saddened you.

“Goodnight, Jacob.” You said lowly.

He turned to face you and smiled. His eyes wrinkled as his cheeks lifted and he paused before speaking.

“Goodnight, fair Rose.”

[andtherestishistory13]

if you're still taking moodboard requests; 🍯 can I get knight jake vibes?

Yes! Yes you can!

I hope you like it!! I love an excuse to look at Jake Kiszka with swords

[brookerambles]

Knight josh on this lovely Tuesday, Insta saw first.

[readergf]

𝒎𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔

𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬: joseph quinn, maya hawke, jason sudeikis, alexa chung, zendaya, tom holland, harry styles, sam kiszka, josh kiszka, jake kiszka, daniel wagner, andy samberg, thomas gibson, matthew gray gubler, alex turner

𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: maya hawke, elton john, taylor swift, ozzy osbourne, selena gomez, george michael, alanis morrisette, fiona apple, harry styles, david bowie, phoebe bridgers

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬: queen, greta van fleet, joy division, cage the elephant, fleetwood mac, the strokes, kiss, metallica, guns ‘n’ roses, system of a down, rage against the machine, black sabbath, wham!, stray cats, oasis, rooney, men i trust, the cure, depeche mode, coldplay, boygenius, the vamp, arctic monkeys, wolf alice

𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬: stranger things, brooklyn nine nine, doctor who, criminal minds, schitt’s creek, the good place

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬: bob’s burgers, new girl, the office, parks & rec, bluey, gravity falls, spongebob, south park, family guy

𝐦𝐜𝐮: actors & characters

𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐱𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝟒: loving vincent, barbie as the princess and the pauper, ferris bueller’s day off, it (1990)

𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐬 & 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: empire records, jackass, the princess diaries, twilight, pride & prejudice, disney movies, pixar movies, shrek, how to train your dragon, set it up, high school musical, enchanted, the dark knight, die hard, a knight’s tale, ella enchanted, the matrix, palm springs

[gretavandutchy]

okay okay i thought of a request (｡• ᵕ •｡)♡ could you write a jake friends to lovers fic where you go on a camping trip (you can include the guys if you want) & it's actually the first time the reader ever goes camping, maybe it's an excuse for jake to be around them more??

anyway please feel free to change my request any way you want tbh i'm just in the mood for a camping fic, i really want to go out and see nature in the summer lol (●´∀｀)thank you so much! i'm so excited to read it

i had so much fun with this! i hope you like it, because i think i'm in love with it

testing, testing

{jake kiszka x gn!reader}

word count: 4.9k

warnings: language, alcohol, one mention of nudity

Summer was by far the best time of the year. Hot days followed by warm nights, and not a single spare moment was spent alone. It was the one season when you were content to spend all of your free time outdoors, especially with your best friends—they tried their hardest to get you to join in on their shenanigans during the colder months, but you always joked you weren’t built for the colder weather. They liked to joke that that was preposterous, how could you not be made for the cold living in Michigan?

Despite all of their teasing, over the years they’d come to accept the fact that you were much more likely to spend late summer nights around a bonfire than you ever were to hit the biggest hill in town for a night of sledding. Jake Kiszka, your partner in crime, usually was the one to defend you whenever his brothers tried to gang up on you. They also liked to joke at his expense, calling him your knight in shining armor—or snow pants, when it came to your repulsion to the icy powder.

For once, though, even Jake was left speechless. He, and both of his brothers, and even Danny were all staring at you incredulously as the words left your lips, “I don’t know, guys, I’ve never been camping before.”

The night had started out like any other. Josh rallied the gang together for a bonfire, claiming an urgent need to decompress after a long week spent working. You weren’t sure how hard writing an album was, though you didn’t doubt the effort that went into their craft, but you were certain it was nowhere near as grueling as their time spent out on the road. Really, Josh just wanted an excuse to get hammered and light shit on fire, and you all were a bit too eager to join in.

You’d agreed happily, earning a cheer from the whole gang, and from there you’d finished out your week at work before hitting the corner store to stock up on drinks. They’d all thanked you with kisses to your cheeks and dramatic performances of gratitude when you’d arrived with plenty of beer and more than enough bottles to knock a whole city block on their asses. Half of it would end up in the dirt, anyways, or doused over something flammable to make it even more flammable.

Beers were cracked open, drinks were poured into plastic cups, and the fire was lit in a rather explosive lick of flames due to Josh’s insistence that an accelerant was necessary for the already dried-out wood. He’d laughed maniacally despite the fact that he’d nearly singed his eyebrows clean off, and maybe you all had been a little too willing to laugh right along with him. It was just the way things always were.

After the exciting start, things were rather chill as you all flopped into lawn chairs around the crackling fire and began to work your way toward a drunken stupor. Jake had his guitar, strumming idly before passing it off to Danny who plucked his own tunes leisurely, and Sam and Josh took turns singing silly renditions of campfire songs. You were happy to just take it all in, relaxing into your seat and soaking up the heat of the fire as the sun crept beneath the horizon and the heat of the day began to fade.

Plus, your silence gave you the opportunity to slink into the background and simply admire them all. They were your best friends, your found family, and the sappy part of you always grew all warm and fuzzy in the moments like those. The moments where they were happy and carefree, eager to have a good time with no responsibilities or pressure to be perfect hanging over them.

Admiring Jake had always been a little different, though. You had always been closest with him out of all of the guys, and somewhere along the way, your appreciation of him had shifted from platonic to something else. Of course, you weren’t blind. You’d always found him to be attractive, but your admiration for him wasn’t so surface level.

It was fueled by years of knowing him, years of loving him, and sharing your deepest secrets with him. He knew everything about you, and you knew everything about him… except for that, you supposed. He didn’t know that sometimes your heart skipped a beat when he smiled at you. He didn’t know that sometimes you dreamt of him kissing you, touching you, loving you in a way that was entirely not friendly. He didn’t know that you thought about it when you were awake, too.

You must have gotten a little too caught up in all the staring because you were brought out of your thoughts by Sam clapping his hands right in front of your face. “You’re drooling,” he taunted, and he cackled when you immediately brought a hand to your chin in horror, “I can’t believe you fell for that! Does someone have a crush on Jakey?”

“Leave her alone.” Jake groaned, at the same moment that you rambled an excuse that you were totally spaced out thinking about the leftover pasta sitting in your fridge. You were thankful the guys all seemed to listen to him rather than you because the shitty excuse had you cringing in shame.

You sucked down the drink in your hand as a distraction, a lame attempt to stop them all from seeing the way your lips pursed and nose scrunched up in embarrassment. It would have been nice to say that hadn’t happened before, but it would have been a lie. It happened often, and you were more than amazed that Jake hadn’t caught on because you were fairly certain everyone else was well aware you had a major staring problem when it came to him. Sam’s smirk of amusement only served to make your stomach lurch, his eyes twinkling in the firelight as he dropped back into his seat with a proud sigh.

It was a conscious effort on your part to pay attention from that moment on, avoiding looking at your best friend in a vain attempt to keep your mind from wandering. Danny informed you that they’d all been discussing a potential camping trip to the lake the following weekend, and that was what led you to now. That was what led you to inform them you’d never been camping, hesitant to join in on a weekend in the wilderness with the men you knew were rather wild when let loose.

That was what led them all to stare at you like you were an alien, Sam spluttering indignantly as if he couldn’t fathom such a thing were even possible. “Never?” Jake asked, furrowing his brows in the adorable way that always made you smile, “Not even in your backyard?”

“Nope!” you shrugged, offering a sheepish grin as they all scoffed. “My parents didn’t do stuff like that when I was a kid, and I never saw the point when I was old enough to go alone. It seems creepy sleeping outside all by myself.”

Josh, of course, launched into a rambling rant, “Creepy? It’s about connecting with nature, (Y/N), you’ve gotta go out there and let your spirit become one with the Earth—“

Sam groaned, “Yeah, we get it, you’d fuck a hole in the dirt if you could—“

The two siblings tapped out of the conversation in a raucous mess of flailing limbs and shouts, Josh lunging at his little brother who cackled wildly. Your breath hitched as they drunkenly stumbled a little too close for comfort to the fire, but luckily they redirected themselves and wrestled their way across the yard. Danny heaved a sigh, ceasing the aimless way he’d been plucking at the guitar strings as he stood and followed after them with a sort of disappointment that a mother hen could experience.

“I could have sworn you’d gone with us before,” Jake mumbled, and your eyes were drawn back to him to find that his brows were furrowed deeply in thought and his fingers were scratching at his chin, “I really thought you’d at least gone with us on a family trip when we were kids or something.”

Shrugging again, you replied, “Never. You invited me a bunch of times but I always had an excuse because it kind of scared me as a kid. I think it still does, at least a little.”

It was true. There was just something about the idea of camping that made your skin crawl and your hands grow a little clammy. You weren’t sure if it was a childlike fear of the dark, or just your mind conjuring up boogeymen like some sort of horror movie, but the idea of sleeping in what was essentially a bag in the middle of the wilderness made your heart race. Ideas of men in masks coming to kill you flashed behind your eyes, and already you were thinking up excuses.

Jake’s brown eyes widened in a very convincing pleading gaze, his hand falling from his chin to your knee as he promised, “There’s nothing to be scared of. We’ll all be right there with you, and you can sleep in my tent if you really don’t want to be alone.”

“I don’t know, Jake,” you hesitated, and you weren’t sure if your heart was racing over your childish fears or the way his fingers squeezed your bare leg, “I don’t even know what I have going on next weekend.”

He pouted, and you laughed when he clasped his fingers beneath his chin and theatrically begged, “Come on, just think of it as a sleepover—we haven’t done that since we were kids!” At the sight of your wavering reluctance, he continued, “I know you don’t have plans next weekend, so don’t even try and use that excuse.”

Groaning, you relented if only slightly as you sighed, “I’ll think about it, okay? I know it’s ridiculous to be freaked out over camping, but I am.”

You watched as he pondered your half answer, brown eyes flickering across your features wildly before he eventually resigned to a content smile. There was something there in his eyes, a mischievous little sparkle that made your belly clench, but his words contrasted it as he agreed, “Okay, I’ll take that for now.” If his smirk told you anything at all, it was that he wouldn’t be content to accept that answer for very long.

The following evening you returned home from running errands to find Jake’s car parked in your driveway, and you thought nothing of it. He had a key to your house, something that was originally only given to him for safekeeping after you’d lost your spare key for the third time, but eventually had just become his own. He came and went often without a word, and the number of times you’d been scared by his unexpected presence in your house was astounding.

One time you’d gotten out of the shower and went to get a drink completely naked, as you often did in your own home, only to find him sitting on your sofa with wide eyes and a blush on his cheeks that lasted for hours. You’d screamed in terror, snatching a throw pillow off of the loveseat in a shitty attempt to cover at least some of your body, and the noise had seemingly startled him out of his frozen state enough to have him covering his eyes with frantic apologies. Neither of you had spoken of it since, and you no longer walked around your house naked.

Your house was silent as you stumbled inside, the door left open as you struggled to carry two armfuls of groceries to your kitchen. Having seen his car, you’d left a few bags in the trunk of your car with the intentions of enlisting his help, but he was nowhere to be seen. “Jake?” you called out, peeking at the sofa where he usually sat only to find it barren of his presence, “Are you in here?”

There was no reply. You listened intently for any sound, but there was none. There was no creak of floorboards, or even a rustle in the house aside from the crinkling of your grocery bags as their contents settled on the floor of your kitchen. You let out a little groan as you realized you’d forced yourself to have to make two trips with groceries, and pouted the whole way back to your car. You glared at his vehicle for good measure, too.

You pondered the presence of his car the entire time you put away your groceries, wondering why it was there if he wasn’t in your house. He never left it without saying anything, mostly because he only ever left it when he was going to be out of town for an extended period of time. That made you frown, wondering if he’d left town without mentioning it.

He wouldn’t have done that, you reassured yourself. Maybe he’d just forgotten to text you before he left your house, and he’d be back any minute. The irony of the fact that Jake always told you when he was leaving his car, but never when he was coming over wasn’t lost on you. Part of you wondered if he simply enjoyed the thrill that came with scaring you out of your wits every time he popped in unexpectedly. Another part of you wondered if he might have been hoping to get an eyeful again, but you knew he wasn’t that type of person. He didn’t see you that way, anyways.

After putting away the last of your groceries, you paced toward your bedroom to change your clothes only to stop in your tracks. Your back door was open, the screen door rattling against the frame slightly as the breeze pulled at its hinges, and you stared at it in horror. Momentarily, your mind raced through a million scenarios of robberies gone wrong, serial killers, and masked men lurking in your house.

But, then Jake appeared on the porch and you scowled. He was grinning, excitedly pulling open the door and making his way toward you as you hissed, “You scared the fuck out of me, asshole. I thought someone broke in and was waiting to jump out of my closet and murder me or something!”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re extremely paranoid?” he laughed, not even phased by the hostility in your tone as he stepped behind you and grabbed your shoulders to stop you from turning around. “I have a surprise for you.”

You tried not to shiver when his hands lightly covered your eyes, his chest pressing up to your back and his familiar scent washing over you and making your mind go a little fuzzy. He could have walked you off a cliff at that moment because you followed his lead without an ounce of hesitation. “If you make me fall I’ll cut the strings on your guitar.” you warned.

Teasingly, he bumped his chest into your back causing you to stumble before he caught you with an arm around your stomach. One hand was still covering your eyes, and you wondered if he could feel the way your belly tensed as his other palm rested flat over it to hold you steady. “Don’t make threats when you’re compromised, sweetheart.” he laughed, and you remained silent throughout the rest of the walk.

You weren’t entirely sure what you were expecting the surprise to be, but you certainly hadn’t expected him to uncover your eyes and reveal a tent already pitched in your back yard and your fire pit already lit with two chairs beside it and a little pot hanging over the flames. Really, you should have expected it—after the oh so shocking reveal that you’d never been camping, and the way he’d too easily given in to your lame offer to think about going on the boys’ weekend trip, this was exactly the sort of thing you should have anticipated. It simultaneously warmed your heart and sent a chill down your spine.

“Jake…” you mumbled, staring at the tent with uncertainty, but he was quick to grab your hand and squeeze it with a reassuring smile.

He tugged you toward it slightly, and your eyes caught the faint blush that crept over his cheeks as he spoke, “Before you try and get out of this, I just thought that maybe you’d feel better about camping next weekend if you tried it before then. Just you and me, so you don’t have to worry about Sam trying to scare you in the middle of the night.”

“We’re right in your backyard, so if you really hate it we can go inside and I promise I’ll never bring it up again, but I really think you’ll love it if you just try.” He was beginning to ramble, the reddening of his cheeks deepening as he seemingly grew nervous with your lack of words, “I even brought the blanket you always steal from my room, and I brought a little lamp just in case you were freaked out by the dark—“

You squeezed his hand, smiling as you cut off his anxious drawl. “Thank you.” You murmured, “This is really sweet, Jake, I mean it. Can I at least use the bathroom inside, though? I really don’t want to go in my yard.”

He laughed loudly, releasing your hand as you began to poke around the quaint little setup he’d made in your yard. There was the tent, and a little mat outside the opening that made you smile, and you were surprised to see there was soup bubbling in the little pot over the fire. Resting on one of the chairs were two bowls and spoons, a thermos, and two little mugs. You grinned at the sight of the bottle of rum.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.” he agreed, “If you come next weekend, though, you’re going to have to commit to a tree."

As the evening faded into night, the two of you sat around the crackling fire and talked about anything and everything. You were warm from the soup, and growing hot as the two of you drank the hot chocolate from the thermos and spiked it with the rum. Jake told you stories from all the camping trips he’d been on, cracking you up with tales of Sam scaring Josh as kids so badly that he peed his pants.

There were stories about writing songs around a campfire. There were even more about the guys pranking each other ruthlessly, and your favorite was definitely the one about Jake floating Sam’s waterproof bag onto the lake with all of his clothes inside of it. You were reduced to tears when he told you about the time a raccoon ransacked their campsite, and Danny had been convinced it was a bear and screamed like a little girl.

By the time you began to yawn, you had forgotten all about your anxiety. Maybe it was the liquid courage fueling your sudden ease, or maybe it was just Jake. You were pretty sure he had cracked the code by taking you camping for the first time just the two of you, even if it was only mere feet from your back door. You didn’t have any worries at all as he placed both of your mugs in the grass and stood to put out the fire, smoke and steam billowing into the air as he threw water over the mostly burned logs to douse the flames.

He held out a hand to help you out of your seat with a little smile, instructing, “Take your shoes off on the mat. It’s dry out here so it’s not a big deal, but when you’re really camping you don’t want to take your shoes in the tent. It gets muddy and it’s really annoying having dirt all inside your sleeping bag.”

You toed off your sandals with a giggle, “Good to know.”

Jake kicked off his boots with a chuckle of his own, bending down to unzip the tent before muttering through an embarrassed smile, “This tent is really meant for one person, so it’s pretty small. My other one was too big for your yard, though, but next weekend I’ll bring that so we won’t be so cramped.”

He wasn’t kidding about it being small. There was one sleeping bag completely unzipped and spread across the floor of the tent, the edges curling up along the wall slightly and two pillows squished together. If you had to guess, it was probably about the size of a twin bed, and suddenly you were anxious for an entirely different reason.

The knit blanket he’d mentioned earlier, the one that you always stole from him whenever you slept over at his place, was folded on top of the open-faced sleeping bag. Now, you and Jake were not strangers to sharing a bed. You’d been friends since you were little kids, and sleepovers were a big part of your friendship. But, there were some distinct differences.

For one, the two of you had never slept in a space so small that cuddling was a necessary occurrence rather than an option. An option you never took, for that matter, though on occasion you had woken up to an arm or a leg hanging over your body. The other thing? Well, all those instances of sharing a bed had been before you’d realized you had feelings for him that weren’t entirely platonic. That was before you’d fantasized about cuddling with him.

You made no mention of it as you crawled into the little space out of fear that your voice would show how nervous you were. It wasn’t until he’d crawled in beside you and zipped the tent shut that you realized you were still dressed in jeans and a buttoned shirt, and so was he. “Jake,” you whispered into the dark, “we forgot pajamas.”

“Yeah, I just realized that.” he grumbled, “Do you want to go inside and change?”

You weren’t really sure why you did it. It would have been so easy to just go inside and change, but a selfish part of you didn’t want to leave the little bubble inside the tent where it was just you and Jake, and no one and nothing else. So, you lied, “I don’t think I’ll want to come back if I go inside. Do you mind if I just take my pants off? I can sleep in my shirt.”

His voice was a little hoarse as he replied, and you swore you heard him swallow audibly, “That’s fine. Do you care if I do the same?” You repeated his affirmative, and your hands were shaking as the two of you wriggled around the confined space to shed clothing. You didn’t risk falling by crouching to remove your jeans, instead of lifting your hips and wiggling your pants until you could kick them off your ankles and stuff them into the far corner of the tent with your feet.

Your breathing was shallow and a little shaky as he laid back beside you again, and you tried not to make a sound when his arm crossed your body to spread the blanket over the both of you. He’d taken his shirt off too. You pulled the blanket up to your chin and held it in your hands as you rolled onto your side, facing him and only regretting your choices when his head rested on his own pillow and the tip of his nose brushed your own.

“Do you want me to turn the lamp on?” he whispered, and you shivered as his breath fanned over your lips that parted slightly to let out a shaky exhale.

He was so close. Neither of you were moving to cross that line and intentionally touch the other, but there was no avoiding the contact. His face was a fraction of an inch from yours, his arms brushing against your own as he tucked them to his chest much like you had. His knees were pressed to your legs, your toes touching under the blanket.

Swallowing the nervous lump in your throat, you whispered back, “No, I’m okay.”

The silence that washed over you both was thick, palpable even. You could feel him staring at you, even though you couldn’t really make out his features through the darkness, and you were certain he could feel you staring back. You were almost afraid to close your eyes and try to sleep, the unspoken tension of the moment holding you captive and waiting desperately for something. For what, exactly, you weren’t entirely sure.

You should have just gone inside and gotten clothes. Your heart was thumping violently against your ribcage, beating so hard and fast you swore you could feel your pulse in your temples. Was the tension all in your head? Were you imagining it, conjuring it much like you fantasized about a reality where Jake wasn’t just your best friend? Perhaps you were just seeing, or feeling rather, what you hoped would be.

Jake’s voice was soft and timid as he broke the silence. “(Y/N)?” he breathed, “I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?” you asked, and you hoped that he couldn’t hear just how hopeful you sounded. Your body was strung out with anticipation, the blood in your veins sparking to the very tips of your toes as you grew nervous and excited. Could he feel it too?

He took a few seconds to speak again, and he sounded like a scared little boy as he murmured, “I think I love you. Like, really love you. Not like a friend.”

The exhale you let out was ragged, a rather aggressive sound that split through the quiet of the night like a bullet. “I think I love you, too.” you replied, “I have for a while.”

Jake was the first to move following your confessions. There wasn’t much space left to breach, but it felt like he’d moved miles closer to you as his arm wrapped over your waist and pulled you right into his bare chest. Your fingers curled tighter into the blanket as your heart skipped a beat, every inch of your skin breaking out in goosebumps. In the back of your mind, you were dreading the moment that you’d wake up to realize it was all a dream, to realize that you had managed to fall asleep and none of this was real.

But, then his forehead pressed to yours and he whispered, “Can I kiss you?”

There was no mistaking the feeling of his lips pressing to yours as anything but real. A dream could never be so vivid, so intense. You’d dreamed of a moment like this a thousand times, and none of your fantasies could hold a candle to the way your body came to life under his touch.

His lips were pillowy and soft, molding to yours tenderly in a hesitant peck that made your breath hitch. He pulled away for a fraction of a second before diving back for more, kissing you more firmly as he experimented with the new sensation. His lips moved slowly against yours before he lightly swept his tongue along the seam of your lips in a timid request to explore your affections more earnestly.

You sighed as you parted your lips for him, hands finally releasing the blanket you’d been clutching like a lifeline. One hand pressed to his chest, your own heart skipping as you felt the rapid, hard thump of his heart beating against his ribcage. The other reached up to twine your fingers into his hair, burying your fingers through the silky strands and scratching his scalp appreciatively when you finally tasted him.

Jake hummed a quiet noise of approval at the sensation, and the sound sent shivers down your spine as he finally pulled away to catch his breath. You both were breathing a little heavier, soft puffs of air fanning over your face as his nose nudged against yours sweetly. The tent didn’t feel cramped anymore, but rather cozy and comfortable. Your mind was at ease, the butterflies in your stomach no longer daunting. Instead, they filled you with a warm and fuzzy feeling that you hoped would never fade.

Maybe camping wasn’t so bad after all. You couldn’t imagine a better setting for the two of you to confess your feelings, only the faint light of the moon that seeped through the material of the tent illuminating his face. Maybe your eyes had simply adjusted to the low light, but you swore that he was glowing as he smiled at you bashfully. The subtle sway of the trees in the cool breeze was the only sound to be heard over the sound of your own breathing, and it was peaceful.

“So,” Jake finally rasped, “I hope this means you’ll come next weekend?”

You giggled, bumping your nose against his cheek playfully as you teased, “I don’t know, I think I could use a little more convincing.”

“I’m willing to do whatever it takes.” he chuckled, and you both were stifling giggles and excited smiles when he pressed his lips to yours all over again.

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