#part of the band

[aflame4goinghome]

Part Of The Band

j.t.k x f.reader

part two

part one

a/n: here's our much-anticipated part two! things are really starting to heat up... but now what? enjoy :)

word count: 5.8k

warnings: swearing, flirting, kissing, strong sexual language, shameless nicknames lol, some fluff- Jake is very sweet, some pining i guess? SMUT, minors DNI: oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, choking, groping, slight dom/sub action, begging, sir kink (of course), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it!!), slight biting if you squint

You wake up to the loud blaring of your alarm clock in your ear and a pounding headache. You sit up in bed and press the off button on the clock, looking over to see the time: 10:00. It’s not even that early, but your hangover says otherwise. “Fuck. Why did I ever agree to stay out and drink so late…” you say to yourself, shaking your head and holding your hands over your eyes. You stay like that for a few minutes before begrudgingly getting out of bed and dragging your feet to the bathroom to get ready.

You shut the bathroom door and then look at yourself in the mirror. You didn’t have the energy to take your makeup off the night before, your mascara is smudged and your eyes are puffy. You take a quick shower, wash your face thoroughly, brush your teeth, and then pull your hair back into a low ponytail. You open your bathroom cabinet to pull out a bottle of Tylenol, take two of them, and then head out back into your room to get dressed. You dread the thought of having to get dressed for class today, so you throw on some sweats and a band tee then head out into the living area.

You enter your small kitchen to find Sophie hunched over the dining table, in a very similar state. “Morning, Soph,” you say with a half-smile, to which she looks up at you with utter regret and just groans in response. You can’t help but laugh, “Pleasant as always this morning, huh?”

She rolls her eyes and says, “Y/N, we are never going out on a school night ever again. I’ve never been this hungover in all my life,” she throws her head back and groans again. “It was your idea, remember?” you say, reminding her. “Whatever. Go to class so that I can wallow in self-pity in peace, please,” she says. You chuckle to yourself, grab a granola bar and a Celsius, then pick up your backpack and head out the door for the day.

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

You finish your exam just in time then breathe a long sigh of relief. You feel pretty okay about it and hope that all of your studying paid off. You decide that you need more caffeine to get through the rest of the day. You head over to your campus coffee shop and wait in the unfortunately long line, scrolling on your phone while you wait.

You open up Instagram and, against your better judgment, type in Jake’s name. You hit the follow button and scroll on his page for a minute, admiring the layout and aesthetic of it all. It felt very… him. You decide to shoot him a text to see how his morning has been going.

You: morning :)

Sir Jacob ⚔️: Good morning… sleep well?

You: as well as i could, i guess lol. i’ll definitely not be drinking that much during the school week again for a while, that’s for sure

Sir Jacob ⚔️: Ah yes, you had class today. You said you had an exam, right? How did that go?

You: oh, it was alright. i think i passed, i’m just glad to have it over with. now i can just look forward to tonight ;)

Sir Jacob ⚔️: Well, I’m glad that you did well. And I’m even more glad to know that you’re looking forward to seeing me…

You: hmm, are you looking forward to seeing me?

Sir Jacob ⚔️: Oh, I’m looking forward to more than just seeing you, sweetheart. Your beautiful face will be my good luck charm tonight. Who knows, perhaps you could even get rewarded.

You: i’ll hold you to that…

Sir Jacob ⚔️: That’s a promise, baby. I’ve already coordinated your ride to pick you up at 6. Our guys will take you both up to the front when you arrive… though I might like it if you could come back to see me before we go on.

You: i think i’d like that too. i’m sure Sophie can hold our spot on her own for a little while

Sir Jacob ⚔️: Good, that can be arranged… I’ll see you then, beautiful.

You: see you then ;)

You catch yourself smiling at your phone as you end your conversation with Jake and near the front of the line. You can hardly believe that this was actually real and that you were being brought backstage tonight. You grab your coffee and head home to rest a bit before you have to get ready for the show.

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

After sitting on the couch with Sophie for a while watching tv, you two decide it’s time to get ready to go. You look through your closet to find something cute to wear and come across your favorite skirt- it’s black, pleated, and a bit short. You decided to pair it with the Greta Van Fleet shirt that you bought at the merch table last night, which you think Jake will particularly like. You step into the bathroom to do your makeup and then loosely curl your hair to give it some volume.

You meet Sophie out in your living room, throw on a pair of black Converse, and then the two of you head downstairs to wait for your ride. It arrived right at 6, just like Jake had promised. A black car pulls up in front of your apartment building and you both get in. You expected an Uber, but it appears that Jake went a step above and hired a car service for you, which feels so insane to you. You’ve never been exposed to this level of fame before.

The car arrives at the Greek and you and Sophie walk up to the venue. There are security personnel waiting there for you, and they take you both up to the barricade. They’d managed to keep a small space in the front open for you, just like Jake had said he would. They help Sophie get situated in the pit and then take you backstage to the dressing rooms.

Security brings you to one of the dressing rooms and opens the door for you, and you’re greeted first by Josh’s face smiling back at you right by the door. He’s wearing his jumpsuit already, adorned with a beautiful silky robe over top of it. “Y/N! Hello! It is so fantastic to see you again, I’m so glad you could make it again tonight. You look absolutely radiant,” he says, taking both of your hands in his and squeezing lightly. You smile at his enthusiasm, “Josh, hi, thank you… I’m happy to be here too.”

Your eyes look beyond Josh and find Jake sitting on a loveseat in the back corner of the room. He’s already dressed as well, and he looks so good that it’s sickening. His hair is still brushed and neat since he hasn’t performed yet, lying wavy over his shoulders. He has a closed-lip smile on his face that’s almost devious-looking.

You make your way over to him and you watch as his eyes travel down to your bare legs, then back up to your face. “Hi,” you say, with a shy smile across your face as you sit down next to him. “Hi,” he replies, snaking his hand around your waist, “You look gorgeous this evening, sweetheart. Absolutely breathtaking.” His other hand raises up to your face, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. You blush at the compliment and lean into his touch as he keeps his hand there, holding your cheek.

“I’m so glad that you’re here. You’ll be my muse for the night, I plan to put on quite the show…” he says, looking into your eyes. You smile up at him as he speaks again. “Here, I want you to have something,” he says, taking his hands away from your body. You mourn the loss of his touch momentarily as you watch him remove a bracelet from his right wrist. It’s a white sailor knot bracelet, seemingly old considering the visible wear and tear.

He places it in your hand and says, “I want you to wear this tonight. To help you remember how much I want you here, and for me to see you in the crowd and know that you’re here for me… and only me.” Your jaw drops slightly, in shock at Jake’s romantic gesture. You smile at him and slide the bracelet onto your wrist, “Thank you, Jake. This is so sweet… You know I’ll be thinking of you the whole time.” He leans into you and whispers in your ear, “Oh, I know you will. I’ll make sure of it.” You let out a sharp breath, feeling absolutely overtaken by him, then manage to quickly compose yourself before you melt for him entirely right there on that couch.

“I should get back to my spot… have to make sure that I’m front and center for a certain handsome rockstar…” you say, standing up and straightening out your skirt. Jake stands up with you to walk you out of the room, placing his hand on the small of your back. Once you reach the door, Jake gets close to you and whispers, “See you after the show, gorgeous,” sending shivers down your spine.

Before you can react, security guides you back to your spot in the pit. Sophie looks at you with a cheeky look, but you just brush it off and get ready for the opener’s set. This is going to be a long night…

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

The openers have finished their sets and you’re all anxiously awaiting for the band to come out. The same intro plays as last night with the film videos, and then suddenly, you hear a string of beautiful chords coming from the organ as a bright spotlight points down upon Sam. Danny approaches from behind to sit at his set and then… out walks Jake. His stride is confident and relaxed as though he belongs there, which he so obviously does. He waves to the crowd quickly before he turns around to adjust the settings on the amp behind him. He then walks up to the front of the stage and locks eyes with you, blowing a kiss straight to you. You smile at him, blushing, as he strikes a few chords on his guitar to add to the suspense of the start of the song.

They amp it up a bit, Danny begins pounding on the drums, and then Josh walks out, greeting the crowd with a wide smile. The guys lead into the start of the song and Josh begins to dance around and feel the music. He looks over and sees you, reaching out both of his hands and then bringing them to his heart. You’ve only known him for a day, but you absolutely adore Josh. His kind heart radiates the brightest energy you’ve ever seen and it’s impossible to not be happy right alongside him, he just draws you in.

Your eyes travel back to Jake as he settles into the rhythm of the song. You can just tell how much fun he has up there, playing the song with a smile on his face and moving with the music. You can’t help but admire him, it’s so clear that he’s living his dream. It’s quite wholesome, but this wholesome moment doesn’t last long.

As the band heads into the next song, the energy begins to change. Every time he looks over at you, his eyes seem much darker. He’s playing his riffs with ease and going crazy for the crowd, though you wonder if it might be just for you. When it’s time for his solo, he steps closer to the front of the stage. His eyes meet yours as his hands glide up and down the frets with ease and you watch as he slightly lifts his hips into the guitar.

Oh, he’s putting on a show now, you think. This must be what he meant earlier about making sure that you think of only him during the show. It was certainly working- you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. More specifically, you watch his hands as they move on the strings and his face as it contorts while he plays; in pain or pleasure, you couldn’t be sure. Either way, you start to feel extremely aroused, your eyes glued to him.

Jake puts on this same show for the rest of the set, including the encore. He would occasionally turn his attention to the rest of the crowd and go to the other side of the stage to play to them, but he’d always come right back to his spot in front of you, with his eyes burning through you with lust. You start to imagine what Jake has in store for you tonight, and just the thought of it has you feeling anxious with desire.

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

The band exits the stage and it’s time for you to head backstage to find Jake. “I’m gonna go call my Uber,” Sophie says, turning toward you, “Be careful, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and text me when you’re on your way home, okay?” You smile at her and say, “Soph, there’s not much you wouldn’t do. I’ll see you in the morning.” Security goes to help you out of the pit to take you backstage as you hear Sophie yell back to you, “Have fun! Don’t get pregnant!” You roll your eyes and shake your head, she sure does love to embarrass you.

The security guards take you back to the same room as earlier and knock on the door. You’re greeted by Josh once again, who has already changed into more casual clothing. “Hello, darling!” he says, smiling from ear to ear, pulling you into a hug. You can tell he’s a hugger with how tight his grasp is, as he rubs his hand slightly on your back.

“Jake’s just taking a quick shower to cool down, I was just about to head to the hotel myself. Did you enjoy the show?” he asks. You smiled back at him, “I enjoyed it very much, you were incredible. I expected nothing less, you’re a natural Josh.” His cheeks turn a bit pink at the compliment as he brushes it off, scoffing. “Please, no more, or else my ego is going to get inflated.” You burst into laughter together and then you hear the water in the bathroom turn off.

“I’d better go, my ride is waiting for me. But you two have a good night,” Josh says, smirking slightly. “I hope to see you again soon, Y/N.” He places his hand on your shoulder and rubs it as a goodbye and then heads out the door, closing it behind him. You decide to take a seat on the loveseat in the dressing room, where you had been sitting a few hours earlier, and scroll on your phone for a moment while you wait.

You raise your head as you hear the door open and see Jake walk out of the bathroom. He had gotten half-dressed in the bathroom, wearing the same old tattered jeans from last night. His hair was still wet- long and dripping onto his bare chest. You can’t help but stare as he walks over to you with a smug smile on his face.

“I thought that you might be here waiting for me,” he says, leaning over you and placing his hand on your cheek, “I’m glad I was right.” He brings his mouth down to yours, encompassing it in a ravenous kiss. It’s hurried and desperate; you know that he’s been waiting all night for this. He lays you down on the loveseat as he hovers over you, taking total control. He places his right knee on the couch next to you as he plants the other between your legs to steady himself then holds your waist with his left hand. His right hand has moved from your cheek to rest lightly on the back of your neck, pulling you into him.

The kiss is so deep that you pull back a bit to catch your breath. “Do you know what you’ve been doing to me all night, looking like that?” Jake says, looking down at you with his long, wet hair framing your face. His left hand leaves your waist and travels under your skirt down to your thigh, gripping it tightly. “That skirt has been making me crazy, baby… Seeing how sexy your legs look. You didn’t leave much to the imagination, huh? Did you wear that just for me?” he asks, his eyes dark and filled with lust.

You hardly feel like you can answer him, your body almost numb from desire, your mind filled with thoughts of him and only him. You manage to nod, looking up at him, begging for him to continue. He shakes his head at you and brings his hand back up to cup your face. “No, sweetheart. Use your words. Did you wear that tiny little skirt for me?” You whimper slightly at his dominance and the feeling of his hands on you. “Yes Jake, yes, I wore it for you. I knew that you would like it,” you answer hastily, desperate to feel his mouth on yours once more.

“That’s what I thought. Pretty little thing wanted to look good just for me, hm?” he says, his mouth just inches from yours. You lean up to try and catch his lips when he pulls away from you. “I shouldn’t let it go to waste then, should I?” he says, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you up, then flipping you over to lean over the armrest. “Is this okay?” Jake whispers with his lips on the shell of your ear, keeping his hands planted on your hips. “Yes,” you answer, almost whining. You couldn’t hide your arousal now even if you tried, your body is calling out to him.

He leans back to kneel on the couch behind you and flips your skirt up to reveal more of you to himself. He sucks in a quick breath and groans to himself as his hands explore you, tracing along the shape of your ass and then taking a handful in his right hand. He brings his other hand to slide a finger under your black lace underwear, snapping it against your skin and making you wince in pleasure. He then slides it to the side, revealing your already dripping wet folds. He brings his hand up to run his fingers through them, collecting the pool of wetness that’s sitting between your legs. You whine quietly at his touch, entirely at his mercy.

Jake leans back over you, still running his fingers over your sensitive core, and whispers into your ear in a deep, raspy voice. “Is this what you wanted, baby? Did you want me to take care of this pretty pussy just like I do with my guitar on stage? Is that it?” You whine again, louder this time as he starts to circle your clit lightly. “Yes,” you breathe out. “Yes, what?” he says, putting more pressure right where you need it most, peppering light kisses on your neck. You let out a quiet moan and throw your head back, “Yes, sir, this is what I wanted, please.” He kisses your neck once more, sinking his teeth in a bit, causing you to whine again.

He then leans back and removes his hand from you, placing both of his hands on your ass, spreading your cheeks wide, and letting out a harsh groan. “Fuck, sweetheart, you look so delicious. I need to have a taste,” he says. “Please, please,” you mutter out, begging. He stops holding himself back, leaning down and finally attaching his mouth to you. You gasp as his lips encompass your folds, his tongue teasing your entrance repeatedly. You grip the arm of the couch harshly, holding on for dear life as he licks at you relentlessly.

His fingers find your clit and press tight circles into it as his mouth continues to explore your needy pussy. You struggle to hold back your moans as he gets you closer and closer to the edge. He can tell you’re getting close from your noises and detaches his mouth from you. His arm pulls you up against him and he’s now using both his hands on you to get you to your release. His left hand is still pressing into your clit as he inserts his middle finger into you. You lean back against him and moan loudly as his finger takes a relentless place inside of you and he inserts a second finger. “That’s it, baby, are you gonna come for me? You gonna come all over my fingers?” Jake says with his lips against your neck, sucking marks into it as he grinds his hard dick against you. “Yes, yes, yes,” you say, struggling to get any words out at all. He rubs your clit faster and keeps a steady pace of pounding his finger inside of you, making you come undone for him.

Your orgasm is so harsh, hitting you like a massive wave, taking you over. You can’t control the sounds coming out of you as you moan his name and several expletives as you come down from your high. He slows his fingers inside you, but still moves them, helping you through it. It’s nothing like you’ve ever experienced before. You’d expected him to be good considering how skilled he was at guitar. You fantasized a lot about it as you watched his fingers move along the frets, but this was even better than you’d imagined.

Jake removes his hands from you and places a soft kiss on your cheek. You watch as he pops his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean, and groaning slightly. Then he pulls your panties back to their place and fixes your skirt. You step off of the couch and turn to face him, kissing his lips softly. You feel him smile against your lips and let out a quiet moan, taking your cheek in his hand. He leans his forehead against yours and asks, “You coming back to my room with me?”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you answer, smiling at him. He steps back from you to grab the rest of his clothes and finish getting dressed. You watch him grab a black button-down shirt, very similar to the blue one you saw him in yesterday, then he slips into the same brown Chelsea boots. He looks into the mirror and brushes his fingers through his hair slightly, still wet from his shower and a bit messy after your steamy exchange. He slides on his dark sunglasses, despite it being dark out, then reaches his hand out to you. “Alright, ready to go?” You take his hand and you walk out, hand-in-hand, to the back entrance where your ride is waiting for you.

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

The car pulls up to their hotel, Jake gets out of the car and then goes to the other side to open your door for you. You blush as he takes your hand, helps you out of the car, and holds your hand in his as he walks you inside. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife as you both enter the elevator and take it up to his floor. He keeps his hand on your lower back as he walks you to his room and opens the door, letting you enter first, following behind you, and closing the door.

You watch him turn the lock and then turn around and walk toward you. He snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you close. You lean up to kiss him and he groans into your mouth, backing you up until the back of your legs hit the bed. He then lays you down on the bed and leans over you, deepening the kiss. His one hand is grasping at your ass while the other moves up to your neck. You reach down to grasp at his bulge, still hard and throbbing since he went down on you back at the venue. He groans into your mouth and thrusts lightly into your hand, needing more. You pull down the zipper and reach into his boxers to take him in your hand, but it’s clear that he’s feeling impatient because he leans back to completely undress.

Jake unbuttons the remaining three buttons on his shirt and tosses it on the floor, then pulls down his jeans and removes his briefs. You take this time to truly admire him, with nothing covering him. You’re mesmerized by his defined v-line and the way his necklace lays on his bare chest, then you finally look down to see his hard dick, starting to feel slightly nervous. It’s larger than you’d expected for his height, and girthier too, so much so that you worry about it fitting. He leans back over you and slowly pulls your skirt and panties down as you lift your shirt over your head to match him. He kisses you ferociously as his hands find your breasts, still covered by your lacy bra. He kneads them in his hands for a moment before reaching behind you unhooking it with one hand and throwing it to the side of the bed.

He detaches his lips from you and leans back for a moment to look at you, completely bare in front of him. “Fuck, baby… you look absolutely delectable…” he says, leaning back in to kiss you and teasing his tongue into your mouth, which you welcome willingly. Your tongues are swirling around each other as he brings one of his hands down to grab your breast and his finger pinches your nipple teasingly. You moan into his mouth and he smirks, bringing his mouth down to suck it into his mouth. He then moves his hand to your wet and needy core, bringing his fingers through your folds before inserting his pointer finger inside. You’re writhing in his touch, whining, and slightly overstimulated by all of the different feelings pulsing through you.

“Jake please, I need you,” you whine, needing more than just his fingers now. “What, sweetheart? Tell me what you want,” he says, looking down from above you with fire in his eyes. “I need to fuck me, please, I need it so bad,” you plead with him, taking his dick in your hand. He groans into your mouth and teases you more, “Yeah? You want me to fuck you, baby?” “Yes, yes sir, please, please,” you beg, unable to wait anymore. He moans again, hearing you call him that making him throb in your hand.

“Honey, I’m gonna fuck you so good that all you’ll be able to say is my name…” he says, taking himself in hand and pumping it a few times, forehead pressed against yours. He lines himself up with you, his other hand gripping the back of your neck, and presses in just the tip. You whine at the feeling before he takes it back out and then slides back in, gripping his hand tight on your hip and he pushes all the way to the hilt. He lets out a deep groan from the feeling of being all the way inside you, his eyes glued to where your bodies meet as he moves his hips to take himself out and then slam back in again.

His lips crash into yours then, licking into your mouth recklessly as he sets a steady pace. Your fingernails are digging into his back as you moan into his mouth at every thrust, in absolute euphoria. His hand moves from the back of your neck to the front, grasping just tight enough that it wouldn’t restrict your airflow. He removes his lips from yours and looks down at you, his hair framing your face and his eyes boring into yours. His necklaces dangle into your face at every thrust, the cold metal smacking your face to keep you in reality. His other hand reaches down to lift one of your legs higher and he’s now fucking into you at a new angle, so much deeper. You let out a loud moan at the feeling and you feel yourself clench around him, which makes him go faster.

“That feel good, baby?” Jake asks you in a deep whisper and moves his hand from your leg to your stomach, pressing down. “Do you feel me right there? You feel me so deep?” You can tell he likes to talk, and you like it too. His words are getting you closer and closer to the edge as you feel his tip brush past your g-spot over and over again. You nod ferociously and spill out a string of yeses, unable to form much of a sentence. His hand on your stomach moves down to your sensitive clit and starts pressing hard circles into it. “I feel you clenching around me baby, I know you’re so close. Be a good girl and come on my cock,” he says, his eyes locked right on yours, watching as your face contorts with pleasure. It’s not long before you’re reaching your second orgasm, this one even harder than the first as Jake pounds into you incessantly.

As you come down, he puts your leg down and leans down to kiss you passionately, moaning into your mouth. You can tell that he’s close too, though he’s held it together well. You place your hand tightly at the back of his neck, gripping some of the hair there and deepening the kiss. A few more deep thrusts and he pulls his mouth away from yours and pulls out of you, pumping himself as he finishes on your stomach. His forehead falls onto yours as he breathes in your presence for a moment before placing a light kiss on your forehead and walking to the bathroom to get a towel to clean you up.

He returns from the bathroom with a wet washcloth, sits down on the edge of the bed, and helps clean you up. The aftercare is honestly quite sweet, which was to be expected. Despite his tough exterior in bed, Jake is a gentleman first and foremost. He finishes wiping you off and you both take a quick shower to clean more thoroughly and cool off. Even the shower is sensual, he washes you off slowly and delicately, and then you both dry off and get back into bed.

Jake turns the lamp off and then lays down and turns to face you. He reaches his hand over and brushes a piece of hair out of your face and caresses your cheek lightly. You take his hand in yours and kiss the top of it, smiling up at him. You still feel a bit unsure that any of this is even real. But nonetheless, you scooch closer to him and lay your head on his chest, close your eyes, and drift off to sleep as he brushes his fingers through your hair.

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

Your eyes flutter open and you see the light of the morning peeking through the blinds. You turn over to see Jake still fast asleep, mouth wide open and snoring slightly. You smile to yourself, it all seems quite innocent. You go to grab your phone from the nightstand and check the time: 9:17 a.m. Okay, that’s not too bad. You wanted to be back at your apartment before noon to catch Sophie after her class was over, so the timing seemed good.

You brush some pieces of hair out of Jake’s face and smile down at him, rubbing your thumb on his temple. His eyes open slowly, a little out of it. “Mmm… morning, sweetheart,” he mutters, his voice deep and groggy. “Good morning… I have to go soon, I think…” you reply, which causes him to jolt awake a bit more, sitting up. “Oh…” he says, his face showing signs of disappointment, “Okay, yeah. I can get a car to take you back to your place.” He grabs his phone and sends a text to who you assume is his manager, then he turns back to you.

“Hey,” he says, placing his hand on your cheek. “I’ve had a really great few days with you, Y/N. I won’t forget it, ever. I hope you won’t either…” You look up at him and frown, you hate this goodbye more than anything. “Of course I won’t forget it, Jake. I don’t think I could ever forget you,” you say as he pulls you in for a soft kiss. He keeps his forehead on yours, trying to memorize this moment before it’s gone forever. “Keep my number, okay? If you ever need anything, or if you’re ever in Nashville… you can call me. I’ll answer. I promise,” he tells you, pulling back and rubbing his thumb on your cheek before getting up to get dressed for the day. You nod, staying in the comfortable silence and doing the same.

You both get ready and Jake walks you downstairs to the front of the hotel where the car is waiting for you. He gives you one more kiss goodbye on the cheek and opens the door for you, sending you off. What a whirlwind, you think to yourself as the car takes you back to your apartment.

After answering the much-expected 20 questions from Sophie about your adventurous night with a famous rockstar, you retire to your bedroom. You get changed into something more comfortable and then look down at your wrist, realizing that you’re still wearing his bracelet. You sincerely doubt that you’ll ever be able to give it back to him, so it can be a sweet keepsake. You take it off and place it on your vanity with the rest of your jewelry, and then go to sit in your bed.

You think back to the events of last night and part of you truly doesn’t believe it actually happened, especially to you. Well, you only live once, you suppose. It isn’t like anything like this would ever happen to you again in your lifetime. You’re likely never going to see him again and one day this is all going to be a distant memory. Right?

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

i hope you all enjoyed the second chapter of POTB!! comment or message me if you want to be added to the taglist!

the next chapter will involve a small time jump to the present day, so buckle up my loves!! see you soon! <3

part three

taglist:

@writingcold @josh-iamyour-mama @ohgodthefeeling-gvf @sinarainbows @gvfmelbourne @jaketsguitar @swiftiepanda21 @itsafullmoon @thetroublegetssoloud71 @vanfleeter @gretasfallingsky @dem0litiondan @dixonbrainrot

[bigsleeps]

The 1975 - Part Of The Band

[spookystargirl666]

And it’s about time

[daily1975lyrics]

❝i've not picked up that in a thousand four hundred days and nine hours and sixteen minutes, babe it's kind of my daily iteration❞

[stilinskiderek]

am i ironically woke? the butt of my joke? or am i just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke calling his ego imagination?

[noweverybodysdead]

Part Of The Band

[itsnotlivingx]

Matty for Rolling Stone UK

((he looks amazing!!))

[consuminglikeahuman]

Ep. 107: Part of the Band with Matty Healy - The Ion Pack

“Cause everyone’s like what’s it like after you die? It’s like, the same before you were born… I wasn’t sat there for 5 billions years like fuck…”

[cryley]

[awkwardstandinglewiskennedy]

Being Funny in a Foreign Language - A Summary

The 1975: Evidence in LCD Soundsystem's copyright suit against The 1975

Happiness: Nominative determinism. The title is how I feel when I listen to the song

Looking For Somebody (To Love): Move over Pumped Up Kicks, there's a new absolute banger about school shootings in town

Part of the Band: Please listen to Japanese Breakfast she's fucking great

Oh Caroline: Closest to contemporary pop they've ever come. Anyone could have released this, and yet they've still nailed it

I'm In Love With You: Everywhere - Fleetwood Mac (2022 Version)

All I Need To Hear: This isn't half as cutesy as it initially appears. If most of the songs on here are about one relationship, this is the point where it starts to go wrong

Wintering: The best Christmas song released in the last 15 years

Human Too: "Maybe I'm an idiot, but maybe you are too"

About You: Shoegaze lullaby about a long forgotten love. This genuinely makes me feel like I'm floating

When We Are Together: Cows wearing sweaters. Oh, and the relationship is over now.

[catebody]

MATTY FCK HEALY ladies and gentleman!

genius, pure genius

[aflame4goinghome]

Part Of The Band

j.t.k. x f.reader

part four

part three

word count: 6.3k

warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, lots of sexually implicit language, mentions of sex, flirting, yearning, kissing, i guess some groping/heavy petting(?), shameless nicknames once again; nothing too bad this time around... for now ;)

JAKE’S POV:

She turns around and gives you a cute little wave before heading inside her front door, making your heart flutter slightly. You find yourself just staring at the closed door with a stupid smile on your face before you finally snap out of it, pulling off the shoulder of the street and driving off. You’re 27 years old, Jake. Stop acting like a teenager.

It’s still hard to believe that this is where your day had taken you. You just wanted to take a quick look at the selection at the record store after so many long, exhausting hours in meetings this morning. You hardly believed it when you saw her there; you didn’t even know it was her at first but something pulled you toward her, telling you to say something.

She looked different than she did when you met her years ago, her hair had grown out longer and she added those bangs that framed her face just right. The look in her eyes remained the same, however- focused, passionate, and kind- something that seems to have only strengthened with time. It was something that you admired about her.

You knew that you had no right to be upset with her for not reaching out, it wasn’t like you had either. When you found yourself in Anaheim four months ago, calling her did cross your mind but you were unsure that she’d answer. It had been nearly two years, surely someone would have swept her off her feet by now, loving her and giving her everything she desired.

This was something that you knew you wouldn’t be able to do. With tour picking back up, interviews, and more album production, you didn’t feel like you could give her the life that she deserved. How could you love and cherish her enough while being gone so frequently? She deserved someone who could love her wholly without compromises. You’d rather keep her at a distance than break her heart. So, you didn’t call. But it seems like fate had other plans.

You stop at a stoplight, reach into your back pocket for your phone, and pull it out. You open it up and pull up Josh’s contact, pressing call. The dial rings a few times through the speakers in the car before he picks up. “Hello?”

“Josh, hi… are you busy?” you ask. “No, I’m just at home, why? All good?” he asks with a concerned tone. “Can I come over? It’s been a weird day,” you reply, your voice a bit shaky. “Yeah, Jake. Of course,” he says. “I’m just in Midtown. I’ll be there soon.” “Okay, see you soon.”

About ten minutes later, you pull into Josh’s driveway and walk up to the front porch. You lay a few knocks on the front door and then the door flings open, revealing your kind-faced brother, smiling from ear to ear. You enter the threshold and pull him in for a hug, holding it a bit longer than you usually do.

“…Everything okay?” he asks, pulling away and walking into his kitchen, reaching into the cabinet to pull out two wine glasses. You watch him take out a bottle of Pinot Grigio from his wine rack and pour it into your glasses as you approach the kitchen and lean against the counter.

“I’m not really sure. I think it might be soon. But I’m feeling pretty lousy at the moment,” you reply as he hands you one of the glasses. “What happened?” he asks you, looking over for an answer. You take a sip, taking in a deep breath.

“I had some free time after my meetings today, so I decided to check out a record store on Broadway in Midtown that I saw on my drive back. I walked in and started to browse some of the records when I looked up and saw a head of long dark hair in front of me looking through the CDs. It felt so familiar, I couldn’t comprehend why, so I approached her to find out. It was Y/N, Josh. She’s just moved here…” you finally spit out, feeling the weight lift off your shoulders. You watch as his face lights up a bit, seemingly pleased by the news.

“I see… how did that make you feel? You seem stressed… didn’t you like her?” he asks, with a subtle smile on his face. Your brother knows you better than anyone, and he can see right through you in an instant. He knows what the feeling you’re having is, but he wants you to say it and come to terms with it yourself.

“Well… of course I liked her—a lot. I just never thought I’d see her again. And now that I have… I don’t know. It’s all so overwhelming. But I’ll know how I feel better after I take her out to dinner this Friday. I guess we’re trying to start over, whatever that means. It’s been a long time, and neither of us ever reached out.”

“And why is that, Jake?” your brother asks, smirking. You scoff and roll your eyes, knowing that he's messing with you. You decide to continue the bit, checking your watch jokingly. “Josh, should I be paying you by the hour? Considering you’re behaving like my therapist.” He chuckles at that, taking a sip of his wine. “I came here to get a little drunk and tell you about my day, not for you to psychoanalyze me with your freaky twin telepathy bullshit,” you continue, laughing along with him.

The two of you stand there for a while longer, discussing the results of your meetings this morning and the plans for the album release next weekend. You knew what Josh was getting at, asking you all those questions. You’re just not quite ready to think that seriously yet. You’ve only just seen her again, after all these years, you don’t want to rush it with ideas of love and deeper feelings. Now really wasn’t the time for all of that. At least, that’s what you’re telling yourself.

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

HER POV:

You spend the rest of the week working a few shifts at the record store and spending time brainstorming ideas for your novel. Nothing is really jumping out at you, though, so you’re putting the writing on hold for now. It’s finally Friday and the nerves are really getting to you. You’re not sure how this evening with Jake will go, and that scares you.

Of course, taking you out to a nice dinner will allow the two of you to get to know each other better, but what about after? And what if he isn’t the same man that he was two years ago? Will that person still be someone that you might want to spend time with? You hope so, but you suppose that you’ll find out soon.

It’s about 6:30 now, so you decide that it’s time to start getting ready. You take a shower and then blow dry your hair, styling it with a loose curl. You apply some makeup, nothing too out of the ordinary but you opt for a red lip and some mascara.

Then, you head over to your closet to pick out something to wear. It’s ridiculously hot in Nashville this weekend, so you decide on a short black sundress with little white flowers on it, which is cute enough for dinner while also allowing you to stay cool on this hot summer evening. You slip on a pair of black wedged heels, grab your keys, and then go downstairs to wait for Jake’s arrival.

You hear a light knock at the door right on time and rise from the couch to answer it. You open the door and see Jake standing there, looking down at his feet as he waits. He’s holding a bouquet of baby’s breath, fiddling with the ribbon around it with his fingers.

He’s subbed out his usual distressed blue jeans for some black dress pants, seemingly tailored to fit him just right. He has on a cream button-down, half unbuttoned as usual, with chains dangling from his neck. He’s acquired more of those since you last saw him years ago, but you’re certainly not complaining. He has on his usual black sunglasses, of course, but you can see his eyes slightly through the glass as he looks up at you.

His distracted expression turns into one of adoration as he sees you open the door. All dressed up, modest yet beautiful. Everything that he’s always known you to be. His lips curl up slightly into a small smile as he goes to speak.

“Y/N, you are an absolute vision,” he says, reaching up to brush your cheek ever-so-slightly with his thumb. He looks into your eyes for a moment before pulling back and handing you your flowers. “I saw these at a market down the street from my place this morning and they reminded me of you…”

You blush lightly as you gesture for him to step inside with you and head into the kitchen to find a vase. “They’re beautiful, Jake. Thank you. No one’s ever given me flowers before…” you say, looking over at him with a shy smile before turning around to fill the vase with water at the sink. You cut the stems slightly at the bottom before placing them into the vase and setting it on the kitchen island in the center of the room. “Perfect,” he says, smiling. “Shall we?” He reaches his hand out to yours and you take it, following him out to his car.

He opens your door for you, allowing you to get inside before closing it and rounding the car to get in as well. He turns the car on and looks over at you for a moment with a smile before pulling out onto the street. The sun is starting to set as he drives you both to the restaurant, which he says isn’t too far away. He tells you that he lives in East Nashville, so he’s taking you to his favorite Italian restaurant on that side of town.

As you look out the window to admire the beautiful night, you feel him reach over and place his hand on your bare thigh. He lightly grazes his thumb over your soft skin as he continues to drive, which makes your breath hitch in your chest for a moment.

The action, while subtle, still manages to fluster you, causing you to take a deep breath and lean your head back against the headrest. You’re still looking out the window, trying not to acknowledge it or how it makes you feel, not seeing that he has a smirk on his face. You finally arrive at the restaurant and you sigh in relief, not feeling very prepared for the night you have ahead of you.

Jake gets out of the car and walks over to your side, opening the door for you and taking your hand in his. You smile up at him as you get out of the car, and he places his hand on the small of your back as you walk to the entrance of the restaurant. As you approach the hostess stand, his hand moves from your back to your waist, holding onto you.

Your face turns a light shade of pink as he asks for a table and rubs his thumb along the fabric of your dress. He drops his hand as the hostess brings you both to the table, which is a secluded two-person booth. The table is adorned with the subtle light of a single candle and there is some dimmed lighting above, which certainly sets the romantic mood.

He sits down across from you and removes his sunglasses, setting them down on the table before glancing at the menu. You decide to look down at the menu yourself for a moment, then decide to ask him for his opinion. “What’s your favorite?” you ask, looking over to him. He lifts his head from the menu and smiles at you, answering “Well, I usually get the chicken parmesan. But the carbonara is also quite good.” You nod and smile down at the menu as the waiter approaches the table and asks for your order.

Jake looks up at you and raises an eyebrow to suggest that you go first. “I’ll take a glass of Riesling and the pasta carbonara, please,” you say to the waiter, then look over at Jake and smile timidly. “I’ll have a glass of Pinot Noir and the chicken parmesan. Thank you,” he says as the waiter writes it down and then walks back toward the kitchen. “Good choice, love,” he says to you, the corners of his mouth curling up ever so slightly.

You smile back timidly, softening your gaze a bit to admire him. You think to yourself that he’s never looked better, though you wouldn’t dare to tell him that now, lest you fuel his ego. He seems to notice that you’re deep in thought. “What’s on your mind?” he asks, raising an eyebrow as he locks his eyes on yours. “Nothing… I think I might just be a bit nervous,” you admit, looking up at him, trying to gauge his reaction to your honesty.

The waiter comes by to drop off your wine and then heads back to the kitchen. “There’s nothing to be nervous about, sweetheart,” Jake answers, taking a sip of his wine. “It’s only me,” he continues, leaning over the table slightly now to get a closer look at you as he talks. You take a deep breath and then meet his eyes. There’s a glimpse of something in them, but you can’t quite place it right now. It intrigues you, though.

“So, this new album of yours. What is it like?” you ask, bringing your hands up and crossing your fingers together, placing them on top of the table in front of you. “I have to admit that I haven’t listened to any of the singles yet, it’s been an overwhelming couple of months. Besides, a part of me wanted it to be a surprise…” He smiles at your question, seemingly eager to talk about his music. You know that it’s something he cares deeply about. If anything was a good icebreaker for the evening, this would be it.

 “If I’m honest, I think it might be our best work yet. I know that sounds like a bit of a stretch but truly, it’s spectacular. We recorded a lot of it live together in the studio and it just came together so well,” he says, practically beaming. “I really think you’ll like it. At least, I hope you will,” he continues, catching your eyes. You smile back at him and nod.

“Considering you’re so proud of it, I’m sure I’ll love it. I look forward to hearing it,” you tell him, reaching your hand over and placing it on top of his on the table. He looks down at your hand, then back up at your face as he embraces your touch and smooths his thumb over the back of your hand. “Well Y/N, now you know what I’ve been doing for the past year and a half… care to fill me in about what you’ve been up to?” he asks, still keeping his hand in yours.

“Nothing nearly as interesting. I finished school in May, finally. I couldn’t stay in LA though. I’ve lived in California my whole life, I just want to explore, you know? I’m 23, I should be taking advantage of my time while I still have it,” you tell him, looking up at him as you continue. “Being a freelance writer requires a bit more adventure than I had before. You can’t write exciting stories without living them a little, right? I’ve just been needing some inspiration.”

He dons a closed-lip smile as he nods in agreement. “Have you found it? Inspiration?” he asks, his lips turning up into more of a smirk. “That remains to be seen,” you reply, intending to tease him. You know what he’s implying with the question, but you’re not sure that you know the answer quite yet. You hope for it to be “yes,” but you won’t get ahead of yourself.

The waiter brings your food and places it on the table, encouraging you to enjoy it before leaving you both alone once again. It looks delicious and you both eat your food in comfortable silence. When you’re finished, you push your plate away slightly and look up at Jake, who’s seemingly finished as well. He pays the bill then steps out of the booth and takes your hand to help you out. As you exit the restaurant and approach his car, you stop and turn to him.

“This was an amazing dinner, Jake. Thank you for taking me here,” you say, smiling at him. He leans his back against his car as he looks down at you and caresses your cheek softly. “It was my pleasure, love. I consider myself to be quite lucky to have the privilege of your company tonight,” he says, moving his hand to cup your cheek.

“You look so beautiful, like a work of art. So delicate, makes me feel like I have to be careful or else you might shatter in my hands,” he continues, looking down at you with a subtle smile. You sigh at the feeling of his hand on your face, as though it was always meant to be there. You look up at him through your eyelashes, feeling the all too familiar butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you meet his gaze.

He’s searching your eyes for any hesitation but he doesn’t find it, only seeing a look of adoration in them. It tells him all he needs to know before he leans down to capture your lips in his. It’s soft and sweet, unlike any time you’ve kissed him before. His thumb smooths over your cheek as his other hand falls to your waist and pulls you closer to him. You place your hands on his waist as you fall into him with a quiet hum and smile against his lips.

One of your hands travels up to grip the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in his now short hair, something you still have to get used to. This elicits a low groan into your mouth as he pulls you harder against him. Before he gets carried away, he pulls out of the kiss, but still keeps his face only inches from yours as you feel his hot breath against your skin.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Y/N. Mark my words,” he says, his face flush as he keeps his eyes on yours. He leans down to kiss your cheek softly, then places his lips on the shell of your ear and says, “I should take you home now before I lose control of myself.”

With that, he takes your hand in his and walks around the front of the car to open the door for you, allowing you to get inside. The ride home is quick, spent mostly with you still trying to catch your breath after what just happened. Before you know it, you’re in front of your house again. This time, however, Jake gets out of the car. He comes over to your side and opens the door for you, helping you out and taking your hand in his as he walks you up to your porch.

He places his hands on your waist and pulls you into him, placing a soft kiss on your lips. You smile as he pulls away, looking down at you. “We’re having a release party next Friday night at Josh’s place, just a small group of our friends and our management team… I’d really like it if you could be there. You can bring Sophie too, it’ll be fun, I promise,” he says, reaching up to push your bangs slightly out of your eyes and smiling.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you answer, causing him to smile wider. “Send me the details, we’ll be there.” You lean up to kiss his cheek before turning to unlock your front door. “Goodnight, Jake,” you say, turning around to face him. “Goodnight, sweetheart,” he replies before turning to walk back to his car.

You watch him walk away for a moment before stepping inside and closing the door behind you. You smile to yourself as you walk upstairs to your room, saying hi to Sophie before getting ready for bed.

Jake had been such a gentleman tonight, which was expected, but you can tell that he’s matured a lot since you’d last seen him. There was an aura about him now that was just so enticing and hard to resist. It excites you, this feeling of desire, but it could also prove to be quite dangerous. You try to remind yourself to be careful with your heart before you give it away again so freely.

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

The rest of the weekend and the beginning of the week pass by quickly, between working a few shifts at the record store and spending time with Sophie during her time off. The party is in two days and you’re starting to feel slightly nervous. You’re not sure if you’ll be able to fit in with their friends, or even what the nature of your relationship with Jake even is. Are you going to this party as his date or just a guest? What do the rest of the guys know about it? All these questions will soon be answered, of course, but that didn’t stop you from worrying.

You opened the store today, working until the mid-afternoon. It’s only you and Iris at the moment and business has been pretty slow. You’re just leaning against the counter scrolling mindlessly on your phone when you hear the bells ring on the front door. You look up to acknowledge the customer walking in, trying to look as though you were doing something productive. Much to your surprise, you are met with Josh Kiszka’s face beaming at you as he approaches the counter.

“I was told I might find you here,” he says proudly. “Josh, hi! I see you’ve spoken to Jake,” you reply, going around the counter to speak to him. “I have. Come here!” he says, opening his arms to embrace you. You wrap your arms around his torso and hug him, placing your head on his shoulder as he squeezes his arms tightly around you. “It’s been too long, darling.” He pulls away and looks you up and down with a smile.

“Look at you! I just love what you’ve done with your hair. You look like one of Charlie’s angels, absolutely gorgeous,” he says, causing your cheeks to turn a shade of pink. Josh always had a certain way of describing things that no one else in the world does.

You take a moment to look at him. He’s changed his hair as well; what used to be a full head of curly hair was now shaved bare at the sides, leaving just a small section in the middle going down to the back of his neck. His rosy cheeks are adorned with a few little white dots that lift upward as he smiles.

He’s wearing a patterned button-down with a white t-shirt underneath and khaki pants, which isn’t much different than the style you knew him to have before, just a little more elevated as the years went on. His perfectly white Vans complement the outfit and make it very him. Most of all, he looks happy. Not that he didn’t before, but he especially does now.

“Oh, stop it, Josh. You look fantastic- not that I expected anything less,” you answer with a soft smile. “Did you just want to stop in to say hello? Or did you come here for something else?” you ask.

“Ah, well when my brother told me you were here, I had to check for myself to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. He’s rather off his rocker these days, y’know?” he chuckles to himself. You laugh with him, answering “I see. Well, luckily for him, I am very much actually here.”

“Lucky for me, too! With all the press for the album release and the endless tour rehearsals, the only people I ever see these days are the guys, it’s been dreadfully boring. But now I’ll have you to keep me company. You’re like a breath of fresh air, my dear,” he says, smiling wide. “Here, let me give you my cellphone number. Utterly useless thing but alas, I suppose we need it on occasion.”

You hand him your phone and he puts in his contact information, sending himself a message to save yours. He hands you your phone back and then takes his own out of his back pocket, opening your message and saving you into his contacts. “Sadly, I have to run. This visit was rather spontaneous. I was on my way to a meeting just down the road with my brothers and our managers, which I remember was supposed to start 20 minutes ago… Oops. Oh well. I’ll see you on Friday, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” you reply with a smile, giggling at the lack of concern he had for his tardiness. “Perfect. See you then, angel. Bring wine! Lots and lots of it!” he exclaims as he walks out the door. You laugh as he walks out the door, seeing him start to jog a little bit out the window toward his car.

What a nice surprise, you think. He certainly knows how to brighten up a person’s day. You’re looking forward to spending more time to get to know him. One of your coworkers comes in to relieve you, so you clock out and head home. It was your last shift before what you assume is going to be a very long weekend.

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

You awake on Friday feeling refreshed from your day off yesterday. Surprisingly, your usual feelings of nervousness are absent today, replaced with only excitement. You and Sophie went shopping yesterday for dresses to wear to the party since events like album release parties are very out of the ordinary for you both. You weren’t entirely sure what the dress code was, but you wanted to look your best.

You looked into the album and its concept, still opting to not listen to the singles in hopes of having an unbiased experience of the album this evening when they play it start-to-finish. Its name, Starcatcher, was already beautiful in and of itself. You can only imagine how it must sound and you’re really looking forward to it.

In hopes of fitting in with the theme, you picked out a silver matte midi dress with a slit on your right leg, to pair with a pair of black heels. Sophie picked out a deep blue cocktail dress that complimented her equally blue eyes quite well. Before you know it, it’s time to get ready to go to the party. Jake texted you the address yesterday and said to arrive any time after 6 P.M.

He also tells you that Josh asked him to remind you to bring wine, which made you laugh. You picked out a nicer bottle of Chardonnay at Publix this morning, hoping that it will suffice since you’re still unfamiliar with their preferences and the expectations for this kind of event.

You apply your base makeup and then put on some light silver eyeshadow to complement your dress, as well as tight eyeliner and mascara. You leave your hair down and wavy, pinning some of the front pieces back to keep them out of your face. You finally slip on your dress and heels then meet Sophie downstairs and head out to the car.

Josh’s place isn’t too far from where you live, only about a 15-minute drive. Sophie pulls into his driveway and parks behind a long line of cars, and then the two of you approach the front porch. You knock on the door and you’re greeted by Josh’s smiling face. “Ah! My angel! Thank god you’re here,” he says, pulling you in for a tight hug.

“Sophie, my darling, it’s nice to see you. And you’ve brought wine! I knew I could count on you. Come in!” He leads you both through the threshold and into the kitchen, where there are different arrangements of charcuterie and other finger foods spread out on the kitchen island. He takes you over to his bar cart and wine rack and then reaches over to the counter next to it and grabs a few wine glasses for you.

He reaches out to Sophie to take the wine from her, taking a glance at the label first before opening it. “Lovely choice of wine, angel. My favorite,” he says to you with a wink before using a wine opener to take out the cork and pour you both a glass before pouring one for himself. “To new music and new beginnings!” he says, raising his glass. “To new beginnings,” you answer, with a timid smile as the three of you clink your glasses together and take a sip.

You look up from your glass and see Sam and Danny approaching from the dining room, noticing that Sam’s face lights up when he catches sight of you. “Y/N, I can’t believe you’re here!” he exclaims, coming over to hug you. “You know, I’ve seen all of your pictures with your new look but I still can’t believe it,” you say, reaching up to touch his scruffy beard.

“You better believe it, I’m a man now,” Sam says proudly, chuckling to himself as Danny pipes in. “Yeah, right. On the outside, maybe” he jokes, elbowing Sam’s side and eliciting laughs from the group of you.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says, leaning over to give you a hug, then pulls back and turns his attention to Sophie. “Sophie… still as gorgeous as ever, of course.” She blushes faintly at his compliment and you giggle a bit to yourself as you watch him look down to admire her outfit. His eyes go back up to meet hers and you take that moment to excuse yourself and allow them to talk.

“I’m going to go find Jake,” you say to them, “Soph, are you good staying here with the guys?” She nods and Daniel takes your spot as you turn around and walk toward the living area where there’s an old jazz record playing on the turntable.

You see Jake there, standing and leaning against the side of the couch speaking with someone you assume works with them. As you approach, it seems like he sees you in his periphery and turns to look at you, his lips turning into a subtle smile. He licks his lips and looks down at your dress, then back up at you, making your stomach turn into knots.

He’s dressed in entirely black- a vest underneath a blazer, dress pants, and his usual black boots. His chest is peeking out of the vest in the same way it always does with his button-downs. He replaced his usual many necklaces with one small coin pendant, a subtle difference but quite classy. The all-black outfit paired with his short dark hair is enough to make your knees buckle and the look he’s giving you now certainly doesn’t help the matter.

You watch as he says something to whoever he’s talking to and gestures over to you, and then the gentleman walks away toward the dining room. You finally reach him and he straightens his posture a bit against the couch to talk to you. “Just when I thought you couldn’t possibly get more beautiful, you’ve proved me wrong once again. You look positively stunning, sweetheart, I’m at a loss for words.”

He places his hands on your waist and pulls you toward him, leaning down to kiss your cheek and then you feel his lips linger at your ear. “If I could have my way, I would bring you far away from here right now… how unfortunate that we have to stay here. I guess we’ll just have to behave, huh baby?” he whispers, then pulls away slightly and flicks his eyes from your glossy lips back up to your eyes.

Your cheeks turn pink as you smile up at him, trying not to show how much his words are affecting you. “What about you, Mr. Dark and Mysterious? You look like an Oxford professor,” you tease, gesturing to his vest with a smirk. “Ah yes, this old thing? Well, I was a professor once, you know, in an old life,” he says, straightening out his vest a bit and smiling at you. “Whatever you say, Jake,” you say, giggling at him.

You spend the remainder of the night at Jake’s side, standing with him as he talks to his colleagues and friends about the album. You enjoy listening to him talk about something he felt so passionate about, it makes you happy seeing him in his element. It’s nearing the end of the night now, which means it’s time for them to play the album before you all depart.

You and Jake are seated on the couch together with Sophie, Danny, and Sam on the couch next to you. You have one leg crossed over the other with Jake’s hand resting on your knee softly. The rest of the crowd is standing around in the back of the living room or talking in the dining room.

Josh walks over to the record player and takes out his brand-new Starcatcher vinyl, which is black and decorated with speckles of silver glitter. He places it down and moves the needle delicately to the start of the album before turning around to sit down next to you on the couch. The first notes of the song start and you look over at Jake and smile, seeing him beaming with pride.

The album really is spectacular, just as Jake said. Each song tells a story that is so profound and the production is truly amazing. At the end of it, Josh gets up to put the record away and then turns around to address everybody. “So? Thoughts?” he says with a smile. The room erupts into applause and he gets his answer, returning to sit back down next to you.

“That was… wow. You were right, Jake, it was just perfect. I loved it,” you say with a smile, looking over at him and you see his smile widen at your words. “Thank you, baby…” he says, squeezing your knee in his hand. “And Josh, your vocals were just out of this world. It was wonderful,” you continued, turning to face him. He thanks you and then people start to say their goodbyes and leave for the night.

Sophie stands to say goodbye to the guys and says she’ll wait for you in the car with a wink, knowing you’d want to say goodbye to Jake privately. You nod and turn back around to say your goodbyes. “Well, this has been lovely. It was nice to see you all! Josh, thank you for having me, I hope we can do this again soon,” you say, turning to Josh. He smiles and pulls you in for a hug, nodding. “Of course, darling. I’ll see you very soon, I’m sure of it.” You pull back from him and turn to Jake with a timid smile.

“I’ll walk you out,” he says, placing his hand on the small of your back. He follows you over to the foyer, allowing for the two of you to be somewhat alone. He pulls you in by your waist and smiles down at you. “Thank you for being here, love. It means a lot to me. You’re my good luck charm, remember?”

“Anything for you. You know that,” you say, smiling up at him. He moves his hand up to cup your cheek and leans down to kiss you softly, smiling against your lips. He pulls away and keeps his hand on your cheek, stroking it with his thumb. “The tour is starting up on Monday, here in Nashville. I need my lucky charm there. Will you come?” he asks, looking down at you hopefully. “Of course I’ll come, Jake,” you answer, reaching up to tuck a piece of his hair back behind his ear.

He smiles widely. “I’ll text you the details about where to go this weekend, I can call Jenn in the morning and have her set aside two tickets for you. You can sit side-stage by the catwalk, right where I can see you.” You nod and he opens the front door for you, then leans against it to give you another kiss goodbye before you turn around and walk toward your car.

The ride home is full of lots of questions and squeals of excitement from Sophie. You have some questions of your own, asking about her time spent talking to Danny this evening. You’re overcome with a feeling of excitement and anticipation over this new era for the band, and for yourself.

You’re not sure what the implications of tonight and Monday will be for your relationship with Jake, but you know that you can hardly get enough of him. His energy and kindness consume you completely, pulling you in and making it impossible for you to let go. There was something about him that you just couldn’t resist. The dynamic you have now makes you feel extremely flustered and nervous, so you fear the intensity of what might come next. You suppose you will find out soon…

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

comment or message me if you want to be added to the taglist! see you all soon :)

taglist:

@writingcold @josh-iamyour-mama @ohgodthefeeling-gvf @sinarainbows @gvfmelbourne @jaketsguitar @swiftiepanda21 @itsafullmoon @thetroublegetssoloud71 @vanfleeter @gretasfallingsky @dem0litiondan @wagnerbrainrot @p0pscenealright @jakekiszkasmommy @starcatcherchords @gvfmarge

[beforeyougo-turnthebiglightoff]

no matter how many times part of the band plays trust i will cry each and every time

[spookystargirl666]

At their very best

[daily1975lyrics]

❝am i ironically woke? the butt of my joke? or am i just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke calling his ego imagination?❞

[abouttofillhisshoes]

i like my men like i like my coffee full of soy milk and so sweet they won't FUCKING CHEAT ON ME