#jake kiszka x enemies to lovers

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Behind Closed Doors: Jake Kiszka x Reader Fanfiction Series

Part Three

description: when your best friend asks for a favor, that being having his twin move in with you, you're hesitant. you've never really liked him, but you are struggling to meet your rent, so you oblige. who knew with time that you would become more upset with his presence, or upset with the fact you have underlying feelings for him that you don't want to face?

-the masterlist for this series-

trope: enemies to lovers x roommates au!

warnings for this series: alcohol and tobacco usage, explicit content (18+, minors dni), angst, swearing

word count: 6.8k+

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You expected yourself to feel a bit better about living with Jake. Since it had been a month since he moved in with you, nothing much had changed. You two continued to bicker like kids, although there were those sweet moments where you two got along. You were hoping to see his true colors, since they seemed to have yet to be revealed, but to no avail. You were left living with someone who you couldn't stand. No matter how desperately hard you tried to be optimistic about the living arrangement, you found yourself incapable.

Work was always a relief from him. If anyone was able to love their job, you began to more and more once you realized how busywork kept your mind free of Jake. Finally getting into your manager position, you had more responsibility, and that meant less time to daydream and be left alone with your thoughts.

Every so often, yes, you did complain about Jake to Stacie. But you'd never discuss him with Josh. It felt wrong to do so, and when he asked you about how everything was, you'd always be short with him. You'd quickly change the subject to get Josh to go on a long story about his own life and whatever he had going on, and you were able to indulge in Josh's life rather than your own. It was a blissful escape when you'd go out with Josh or go to work, and when you'd arrive home, you'd find yourself ignoring Jake unless he spoke to you first.

Working for the closest thing to a friendship with him seemed harder than you could imagine. He was stubborn - more than you. You gave up on trying to form some sort of relationship with him, and realized that if it was meant to be, then it would happen. Otherwise, you were sick of playing nice with him while he tried to pick on you purposefully to get under your skin.

Jake began to leave the house more often. It was usually around nighttime that he would be gone, and he never announced his departures. But they were probably for gigs, and you had no intention of supporting him, so you didn't mind the lack of communication. There was never a specific day. It was often a surprise to you on whether he'd be home or not, but you appreciated the quiet apartment whenever it wasn't bombarded with his presence. 

You arrived home from work later in the afternoon, which was longer than your usual shifts. Upon entering, you heard Jake's guitar strumming in his room. Although you were a bit tired and ready to wash off the scent of coffee and sweet bakery items, you decided to stride slowly by his bedroom to hear the playing. 

It was better than you expected. Whatever riff or song he was playing, it was pleasing to your ears. You could go further to say you could feel goosebumps prickling your skin, but you didn't want to play with the idea that his musical talent was an amazement to you. 

You stopped at his bedroom door with folded arms and leaned against the frame of it. He hadn't noticed you just yet, and you were grateful that he didn't, because it gave you more time to listen to his playing peacefully. He was sat on the edge of his bed, with his guitar in his lap and the strap hung lazily around his shoulder. He seemed to be wearing a plain grey shirt with black jeans, which you weren't surprised of the attire. You examined the way he played; he mouthed words that you couldn't quite make out, whether it was the song or some sort of coordination of chords. His fingers glided up and down the neck skillfully, along with plucking the strings into a perfect melody. 

"Stop staring at me." Jake muttered to you whilst he continued playing. 

You straightened your posture. "Do you have a problem with me listening to you play?" 

He sighed, flicking his eyes up to you with a blank face. "Just a bit weird that you didn't say anything and just...stood there watching me. Kind of weird, don't you think?" 

You rolled your eyes at his response. "I didn't want to interrupt you, okay? Is that so bad?" 

"Guess not," he shrugged, "well, did you like what you heard?" 

"As much as I hate to stroke your ego, you're actually not too bad. I could even say that I'm actually impressed." You placed a small grin on your face. 

A hint of a genuine smile hit his lips. There was a small moment of silence, but nothing to make you uncomfortable. "Thank you." 

You nodded. "You're welcome." 

"Surprised you'd pay me a compliment. Seems like you never have anything kind to say to me often." 

You dared to step foot into his room, standing before him as he sat on the bed. His eyes walked up your body with each step you took. 

"Well, today I'm feeling a bit nice. Besides, I've never heard you really play, and I've always wondered if you were actually good or not." 

"Your expectations of me have always been low," he chuckled, "but you think I'm good?" 

"If it's important for you to know, then yeah, I think so. Don't like satisfying your ego, but I can't lie and say you're shit at guitar." 

He set his guitar onto the bed and placed his hands on his thighs. "Seems like you're afraid to compliment me because you think I'll act more arrogant." He stood up from the bed and left a small space of proximity between you two. "But I like the change of heart. Nice y/n isn't so bad, even though you still manage to slide in an intentional, mean comment. But, hey, I'll take it." 

"Not a change of heart, just me showing you that I am capable of not being rude to you." 

He pressed his lips together to contain a smile. He found you entertaining, in the sense that you continued to defend your kindness with reasoning that didn't need to be spoken into the air. "What a surprise. Is this just a one-time thing?" 

You shrugged with your bottom lip sticking out. "Who knows. But you're making this a bigger deal than it should be. Just take it lightly, and try not to be so annoying about it, 'kay?" 

He stifled a laugh. "Yes ma'am. Sorry for being so shocked." His words were laced with sarcasm, which only drove your annoyance more.

You held back an eyeroll and decided to walk out of his room to enter your own. You pressed your arms tightly against your chest in an attempt to contain a scoff of irritation. All you let out as you entered your room was a deep sigh and let that be the most you'd let out in frustration. Your skin itched with the image of Jake's eyes lingering on you. There was an unexpected feeling it gave you, but you couldn't depict what it was. You were unsure if it was mere intimidation, or just annoyed that he laid his eyes on you longer than you'd like. Whatever the reason was for you getting so worked up, you were only going to set your mind on taking a shower and removing the scent of your coffee house off of your body. 

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You received a call from Josh later that night as you sat in your room. Although you were used to talking to Josh nearly every day, a call like this was somewhat unexpected. 

"Hello?" You said into the phone.

"Hey! My night is open. Was wondering if you'd want to go out and grab a few drinks at Fireside? Are you free?"

You sat up from your bed and walked over to your closet. "Yeah! I'd love to do that. Do you want me to meet you over there now? Or will you be a bit late?"

He chuckled. "I suppose I deserve the shit you give me for never being on time. I was planning on leaving now, actually, so no worrying about being there alone waiting for my arrival."

"Good to know," you hummed, "I'll see you there then."

"Wait," he said, "do you mind bringing Jake along? I'd like to see him. Wonder how he's been."

"Like you don't talk to him nearly every day," you huffed a laugh, "I guess I can invite him."

"You two still not getting along? Have you sorted out your differences yet?" He sighed into the phone.

"I don't know," you examined a top that you pulled out from your closet, then putting in back, "we keep going back and forth. It just seems that we keep on hitting a bump in the road that neither of us want to move past. Sometimes, we seem to get along, but those moments are always too good to be true. I'm trying, though. Think my problem is I can never decipher his sarcasm from his mean remarks." 

"Okay, well, I hope that you can play nice with him for the night. I'd like to enjoy my time with two of my best friends."

You smiled at his remark. "I'll try, but no promises. He likes to change his attitude at the drop of a hat. See you in ten!"

You hung up the phone before he could say give any objections, and you continued to flip through your articles of clothing to find something a bit more suited for going out. You were in a pair of blue sweat shorts and a baggy tank top, so there was no way you'd leave your place without changing.

You landed on a low-cut red shirt that cut just above your bellybutton, and a pair of light wash jeans to match. The weather this time of year was somewhat unpredictable, so you grabbed a grey jacket with you just in case.

After slipping on your shoes and grabbing your purse with all of your necessities, you walked past Jake's room without a single thought. You were used to not letting Jake know about your whereabouts. So, you found yourself stopped at your front door, exhaling a deep breath. You dragged your feet to Jake's closed door, knocking lightly and waiting for a response.

There was a moment of silence, and before you had the chance to knock again, Jake flung the door open with a confused look.

"I'm, uh, going out with Josh to Fireside. He asked if you wanted to come." You spoke quietly, averting your eyes from him for a moment.

"Or else you wouldn't be inviting me, huh?" He placed his hand onto the doorframe.

"Pretty much," you rocked on your heels, "so, you'll come?"

He walked away from the door, throwing on a pair of shoes and walking past you with a sigh. You rolled your eyes at his ignorance, but nonetheless, he was complying. 

"I'm driving, by the way." He clarified to you before opening the front door. 

"Fine by me." You threw your hands up. 

He led you to his car, which was a modest black Nissan. In your head, you imagined his car to fit his narcissistic demeanor, but it was comforting to know that not all of his possessions were based off of your original impression of him. 

The drive was quiet, even growing an uncomfortable silence between the both of you. The only sound that filled the air was the engine of the car running, along with the soft music coming from the radio. It was nearly inaudible, and you thought about turning up the volume yourself. But, nonetheless, you kept to yourself, and kept your eyes glued outside of the window. 

It wasn't too long until you and him arrived at Fireside. You were thankful that the drive was short, which would lessen the time between you and him. It was hard to find something to talk to him about, due to the fact you weren't interested in anything he had to say. But you didn't want to outwardly tell him that, so you just kept your mouth shut to not cause another issue between the two of you. 

You entered the bar and saw Josh sitting alone, with a beer bottle accompanying his hand. Without checking to see if Jake was close behind you, you walked over to Josh quickly and said hello before you fully reached him. 

"Hey! Good to see you." He said, standing up from the barstool and pulling you into a tight embrace. 

His eyes flicked behind you, and his lips curled into a soft smile. You figured Jake was behind you, so you took a step to the side and allowed them to greet each other. Their hug was tight, somewhat meaningful, from what you examined. Jake wasn't lying when he said him and Josh had a great relationship, and a part of you felt a bit sentimental towards them. Not Jake as an individual, but the twins combined. 

"How's everything been?" He asked him. While waiting for Jake's response, he took a sip of his beer. 

His lips were rested into a grin. "Not too bad. Got some gigs coming up, recording studio sessions - the usual." He shrugged. 

"Heard from that record label yet?" Josh asked him. 

"Not yet, but it's only been a few days. All I can do is wait, but I'm hopeful about it." He shrugged. 

Josh turned to you with his hand placed on your back. "Would you like a drink?" 

You nodded in response, and he called the bartender over and ordered your usual, which was a strawberry margarita. One thing you appreciated about him was that he remembered tons of different things about you, big or small. Like your favorite foods, different factoids about your life, and of course, your choice of drink. 

"What's your poison for the night, Jake?" Josh turned to his brother. 

"Something light. I'm driving." He took a seat next to the stool you were stood at. 

He settled on a Coors Light and Josh took his place next to an empty seat, which left an open one in between the two boys. It was his silent way of him wanting you to be sat between the both of them, and as much as you wanted to decline, you obliged and took a seat with a huff. 

There was small conversation between you and Josh, and Jake would butt in and say something to tear the conversation into three. It was an ungrateful presence, and when you'd respond to whatever he said, Josh made sure to remove the tension with a light-hearted joke or changing the subject entirely. 

As you talked to Josh about your new position at work and the minimal things that were happening in your life, you heard the screeching of a chair being pulled out of its spot. When you stopped your talking, you turned your direction to Jake. 

"I'll be back." He tapped his hands onto the counter and walked away without any other explanation. 

"Don't be gone for too long!" Josh joked, taking another sip of his beer and setting it down. Once Jake was far enough, Josh leaned closer to you. "So, things really haven't changed between you two, huh?" 

"Glad you figured that out, despite what I tell you." You chuckled. "Think we've both kind of silently agreed that things aren't going to be different, so we just leave it be and put up with each other. Tried being nice to him and he made it a big deal, as if I've never once been nice to him." 

"You both seem like stubborn people. Well, I know he is," he chuckled, "but you seem to not want to act differently towards him for whatever internal reason that may be." 

"Guess he just needs to earn my respect, which he hasn't." You extended your finger at him with the hand that was wrapped around your glass, with a cocked brow. "He just needs to give me a reason to change my mind about him, you know? He hasn't done anything redeemable yet. I don't really know what to do." 

"It's not a one-way street. I'm sure he has some work to do, but so do you. I don't really know what happens behind closed doors, but I assume that you're trying to act differently towards him, right?" 

"I'd be lying to you if I said that I was." You said sheepishly. "Just got to give it more time, I guess." 

He shrugged with an understanding nod, unsure of what to follow that with. When his eyes left yours, you followed his sight. Turning your head, you saw Jake with a drink in hand, chatting with a girl. With a sigh, you turned back to Josh, who had a slight look of disappointment. 

"Looks like he ditched us for the night." You laughed lightly. 

"Appears that way. But hey, I don't mind it. Glad to at least have you here." He nudged your arm. 

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You drank the night away with Josh, talking about numerous things that weren't that important. It was easy to talk to him, especially since anything you said he showed extreme interest in. You liked the dynamic between you two, which made you forget about Jake, and gave you a good time without Jake in the picture. It was the sort of night you expected to happen; you and Josh alone while Jake played the field. It was reminiscent of the first night you met him. 

You couldn't forget that day. Whether a year was a long enough time to keep a memory alive in your mind, you still could picture every moment. You remembered what he wore, how he introduced himself and what he talked about. There was that uncertainty of why you were thinking about that night. Maybe it was to drive your annoyance that you felt for him at this exact moment, or it was the alcohol consuming your system and letting your mind wander as it tends to do. 

Jake eventually came back over to the two of you with a playful grin on his face, resuming his original seat and grabbing the beer that was left for him. You didn't pay too much attention to him, but Josh being Josh, immediately struck up a conversation as a welcome back. You didn't know how much time passed between then and now, but however long it was, you noticed the condensation that laid upon Jake's beer bottle had disappeared, and the ice in your third drink had nearly melted. 

You kept your eyes glued to the liquid that was left in your glass. Their conversation flew through your ears, but you didn't pick up on the conversation and left it incoherent. You began to feel the effect of the alcohol on you, with your body growing warm and feeling airy. You decided to finish the rest of your drink in one go and let that be the last of your night and stick to water. 

"Y/n?" Josh nudged you. 

You turned your head to him. "What? Did I miss something?" 

"You heard nothing we said, huh?" Jake said to you with a chuckle.

"I turned on my selective hearing." You smiled, then turned your direction to Josh. "What were you guys talking about?" 

"Talking about how we’re thinking of heading out." Jake said to you. 

You slowly flicked your direction to Jake. "I didn't ask you, Jacob," you spat, "but why head out? The night is still young, isn't it?" 

"Your perception of time is amazing," he jeered, "but it's 11:30. Don't you have work tomorrow?" 

"I have Sunday's off, thank you very much. Why don't you leave, and I stay here with Josh?" You cocked your head to the side. 

He pressed his lips together with a light look of aggravation, but more contorted with disappointment. He was concocting what to say to you next with little time, flicking his eyes between you and Josh. 

"How about I see you for lunch tomorrow, y/n? Go home, get some rest, and we can continue our hangout tomorrow, yeah?" 

He stood up from his chair and wrapped his arms around you tightly from behind. Once he gave his brother a hug, he said his goodbyes to the both of you and pranced out of the bar. 

"Alright, now can we go?" Jake sighed. 

"If you insist." You dug your hand into your purse to rummage out your wallet. As you were doing so, Jake placed his hand on your wrist. 

"I already paid for our drinks." He rubbed his lips together. "Don't worry about it, let's just go, okay?" 

You shot him a confused look, removing your eyes from his hand that wrapped around your wrist and to his. His touch pulled away slowly, but you could feel every movement. You were unsure of the feeling it sent to you, but ignoring it was best for now, and listening to Jake before you made him upset. 

Once getting into his car, you lolled your head onto the window to feel the cold glass soothe your hot head. Your eyes were shut, and in tune with the music that played softly, and you focused on the relaxation of the drive rather than your mind growing dizzy. 

"You have a good time?" Jake asked you. 

You squinted one eye open at him, noticing he was waiting for a response by looking at you. The red of the stoplight shone over his features, highlighting his dark eyes and the carvings of his face. It was something you never intently observed, such as in broad daylight, but now, you were given the opportunity that you wouldn't usually jump at.

"A splendid time. Loved when you ditched us to go talk to that girl. Staying true to character as always, Jacob." 

He rolled his eyes. "I actually went to the bathroom before she came up to me. Not going to resist talking to a pretty girl. Is that so bad?" 

You scoffed with an open-mouthed smile, shutting your eyes and relaxing your head back to its original spot on the window. "Took you long enough to make your way back over to us. Did you get her number or something?" 

"As a matter of fact, I did." He stated proudly. "We'll see whether or not I follow through with texting her." 

"That's kind of fucked up, you know? Giving a girl the impression that you're interested in her, then deciding that you don't want to be a decent human being and try to get to know her." You scoffed. 

"I don't think I need to explain myself to you, but for your information, you've got me completely wrong." He threw his hand out into the air. 

Your eyes opened. "Alright then. How many girls have you actually taken out on dates, huh? Or are there too many to count?" 

"Why are you acting like this, y/n?" He flicked his eyes at you with a scrunched face. "How much did you have to drink tonight?" 

"I'm not even drunk, just tipsy. Enough for me to feel good, but not enough to not control my surroundings. Don't avoid the question at hand. I'm curious." You gave him a playful smile. 

"I don't know, y/n," he sighed, "I've never really been on a real date, but I'd consider having gone on three or four. That's not counting the times I'll meet someone and end up spending time with them for the rest of the night." He shrugged. 

"I catch your drift. Are you some sort of womanizer? Or is that just the rockstar life you're trying to live up to? I mean, how many of those were dates that you didn't end up sleeping with-" 

He was quick to cut you off. "Why is it so important for you to know how many people I've slept with, huh? Frankly, it's none of your business." He looked at you with a face of disgust. "Don't feel like talking about this with you anymore." 

He was growing tense, with his shoulders straightened out and his neck stiff. You'd never seen him so upset before, and it was slightly entertaining that you were getting under his skin. Maybe if you had a good heart in mind, you would feel sensitive about the situation. Guilt, perhaps. But, with the way he treats you, you think he deserves whatever he feeds you. 

"Someone's a bit sensitive." You giggled to yourself. "Would it make you feel better if I told you how many dates I've been on?" 

"I have a feeling you're going to tell me anyways." 

"I've been on four, roughly. Nothing too major, and no one special. I don't really date anymore because I'm too busy with work."

"Thanks for sharing. Can we go in, now?" Jake had already put the car in park, and you shot your head up and saw your surroundings. 

You looked at him, who waited for you to step out of the car or give him an answer. His face was close to expressionless, with a light hint of aggravation. Whatever he was waiting for, you opened the door and stumbled out of the vehicle. 

After making your way to your apartment, with Jake close behind, you dragged your feet to your bedroom. Falling face first onto your bed, you groaned into the sheets. Your comforter was soft against your face, and your body began to feel heavy. 

You forced your body to turn over flat on your back. As you made your movements, you saw Jake standing at the doorway. He leaned against the frame with folded arms. 

"Got something to say?" You lifted your head off the bed just enough to see him. 

He opened his mouth to speak but shut it quickly with a smile. Whatever he was going to say, he decided to save it, and say something different. "You going to sleep in jeans?" 

"Judging me and my comfort? Quite rude." You snorted. 

You leaned up with a huff, sliding your shoes off onto the ground and crawling to your pillows. He still hadn't moved from his stance at the door, watching your movements and keeping his soft smile plastered on his face as you enveloped yourself in your blankets. If the moon wasn't shining into your bedroom, you wouldn't be able to see his smile. Maybe he was unsure if you noticed how he was looking at you, but whatever his reasoning was, you weren't going to acknowledge it. 

"Gonna watch me sleep, Jacob?" You mumbled with shut eyes. 

He chuckled. He stood off from the doorframe and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Just...making sure you're okay, that's all." 

"I don't like when you're nice to me. Feels wrong." You laughed to yourself. "You're giving me the impression that you actually care about my well-being." 

There was silence in the room. You opened your eyes, then turned your head to the doorway. He was no longer there, and your door was cracked open slightly. There was that uncertainty of whether of nor he heard your words. Or, better yet, the unsureness of if you wanted him to hear what you said. You weren't in the right headspace, even if you didn't want to believe it. 

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There was a recognizable scent that hit your nose when you woke up. It was a light buttery, bread-like aroma that filled the apartment. 

You turned over with a groan and felt the seams of your jeans pinching into your thighs. Remembering you slept in your clothes of last night, you got yourself up and changed into something a bit more comfortable. Throwing on a pair of plaid jaw string pants and a baggy band t-shirt, you walked out of your room. 

You rubbed your eyes to bring your vision to full light. You saw Jake's bare back at the stove, with light smoke rising from the front of him. He was cooking something, and whatever it was, it smelt good. 

"Good morning." You said groggily to him. 

He set a spatula down and turned his head over his shoulder. "Sleep well?" 

"How'd you guess?" You slumped into the stool at your small island. 

"Your hair's a mess." He chuckled. You flattened your hair out and used the ponytail that rested on your wrist to tie your hair up. After watching you, he turned from you, and kept his focus on the pan in front of him. 

"Thanks for letting me know," you rolled your eyes, "what are you making?" 

You tried viewing the stovetop from behind his figure but were unable to. You looked next to him, and noticed a plate sat beside his right side filled with pancakes. Your eyes lit up at the sight. 

"Pancakes?" You said with light excitement. 

"Yup." He responded flatly. 

You got out of your seat and grabbed a plate, along with a fork, and stabbed into one of the airy cakes. Setting it onto your plate, you brought it over to your seat.

"There's syrup in the pantry, by the way. Do you like butter on your pancakes?" He asked you. 

"Syrup's just fine." You stated plainly. 

He set a steaming cake onto the stack, then turning the stove off and grabbing his own plate. You looked at him with confusion. His nice tone was foreign behavior, and one that made you suspicious. There was no reason for you to be, but you couldn't shake the feeling. 

You decided to ignore it and walk into the pantry, finding the bottle of syrup and taking it graciously to your plate. He brought over the hot plate of pancakes, setting it between you two and placing another one onto your plate before you had a say. You thanked him with a small smile and doused the airy cakes with syrup. 

"Did you sleep well?" You dug the side of your fork into your pancakes in an attempt to cut them. 

"Yeah," he huffed a laugh, "thanks for asking." 

You nodded with a hum and took a bite of your food. They were delicious, but pancakes aren't that hard to mess up. The satisfying taste of the sweet syrup hitting your tastebuds and making the pancakes chewier had you fluttering your eyes shut with gratification. 

"Pretty good, Jake." You said to him. 

He was standing across from you, holding his plate in his hand and eating. He nodded and continued to eat. 

"Still going to lunch with Josh today?" He asked. 

"Thanks for reminding me," you said with appreciation, "I'll have to ask him when he wants to go out. Have yet to text him." 

He hummed in response. He was keeping to himself. No snarky remarks, no quips to make you annoyed by his presence. It was an odd feeling that helped wake you up more. 

"Is there," you began, "is there a reason you're being so nice to me this morning?" 

He finished his food and set his plate into the sink. "Do I need a reason to be nice to you?" 

You shook your head with your bottom lip into a pout. "Just suspicious, that's all." 

He chuckled at your response. He walked over to the fridge and grabbed two water bottles for the both of you. 

He set one of them down in front of you. "Just...woke up in a good mood, I guess. Sorry for freaking you out over my kindness." 

You huffed a laugh as you stood from the stool and walked over to the sink. "I just find it weird. Don't think I've ever woken up and you've actually spoken more than five words to me." 

You began to wash your plate, then setting it into the dishwasher. You jumped onto the corner and snatched your water bottle from the other side of the island, opening it and taking a few drinks of the liquid. 

Jake stood across from you, with his hands sprawled onto the counter behind him and giving you an odd expression. "Well, think it's time we turn over a new leaf, don't you think?" 

"Like, no bickering?" You pretended to wriggle with disgust, which caused him to laugh. "Don't think I'm ready to not hate you yet." 

"You're stubborn, you know that?" He said with a small smile. 

"As are you. What a coincidence." You shrugged, pulling your legs onto the counter and sitting crisscross. "Do you have a gig tonight?" 

"Yup. Performing with two other bands, I think. It's at a pretty nice venue, so I'm a bit excited." 

You nodded. "Did you invite that girl from last night?" 

He rolled his eyes in return. You couldn't miss the chance of picking at him a bit, because after all, it was entertaining to you. 

"Maybe," he shrugged with a knowing smirk, "so I’d like it if you didn’t come." 

"And don't bring her over tonight. Deal? Besides, I wasn't planning on seeing you perform, anyways." You quipped back. 

He nodded with a sigh, pushing off the counter behind him and making his journey back to his bedroom. You followed his movements only for a moment, then hopping off the counter and starting your day. 

You texted Josh, who said that he would be able to meet you for lunch around 12, so that left most of your morning free. You weren't sure how to fill your morning, other than to relax in bed or tidy up the apartment as you pleased. Getting ready knocked about an hour and a half of waiting time off your shoulders, so now, you were left with a little under two hours to yourself. There was always sparking up a conversation with Jake, but you didn't feel the need to. Or, necessarily, the want to. 

You were left alone with your thoughts, though, which was something you never liked. You always appreciated being busy to keep your mind occupied and not on anything particular. But, with your time off, and the recent events, you sat on your bed and ran through everything. 

The thing that stuck to mind first was Jake’s change of behavior this morning. Sure, it could've been a periodical moment, and he'd go back to being his snarky self later. But, leaving him alone would keep you from venturing that idea any further. There was always reasoning behind his actions, whether he wanted you to know that or not, and it picked at your brain agonizingly. Just like Josh said, there was an internal reason for your hatred. There was the obvious answer, which was you never liked him. His reckless behavior, matched with his egotistical persona that constantly irked you. His first impression always stuck to you, so when he changed his attitude directed towards you, you were left to assume it was for his own personal gain. 

But the negative mindset you had on him shouldn't be as much of a main focus as you make it out to be. Sure, you didn't like him, but you're stuck with him by choice. He seemed to be trying to earn your respect, which you appreciated, but it still shadowed your thoughts with suspicion. 

When it came time for you to meet Josh for lunch, instead of meeting you at your usual spot, he asked you to meet at a deli nearby. You obliged, and upon arrival, he was already waiting for you outside. You always adored the platonic relationship between the two of you. You were quite fond of your friendship with him, and his twin was never going to get in the way of your bond. It was a sacred relationship that only made sense to have with him. 

"Nice to see you on time." You smirked at him. 

He chuckled, leading you instead the small shop. "Well, I was a bit excited for this little lunch date. Would like to know what happened after I left." 

You shot him a skeptical look. "What do you mean by that? Did Jake say something to you?" 

"No, I didn't ask him about it," he chuckled, "but I'm just curious." 

You placed your order before Josh and waited for him to finish his own. 

"Nothing happened, I guess. He was just acting unusual." You shrugged. "You know, nice?" 

He threw his head back with a faux shocked expression. "My brother was nice to you? Who would've guessed?" 

You playfully pushed his shoulder, causing him to chuckle and wear a permanent smile. "Listen, it was weird for me, okay? I mean, he waited for me to get comfortable in my bed before he went to his room. And he even woke me up with pancakes this morning. Just makes me think he's trying to get something out of me." 

"Or, he's just being a good person," he argued, "but it does seem a little weird, I suppose, considering yours and his's relationship. It's random but makes sense." 

"How does him being nice to me make any sense, Josh? He doesn't like me, and I don't like him. That's how it's always been."

"And would you like to keep it that way?" 

You huffed a sigh. As yours and Josh's names were called, you picked up your small platter containing a sandwich and took a seat outside with Josh. 

"I don't know," you shrugged, "I just think it's better this way. It's already aggravating enough to try and change my mind about him. He's always just rubbed me the wrong way." 

"I think you just need to accept that he's trying to show you who he really is, because he's becoming comfortable with you, and not just putting on a facade because he feels the need to. If anyone knows him and how he is, it's me." 

You nodded at his response, taking a bite of your sandwich. "Guess I'm just a little nervous as to what that means, in an odd way. Like, I'm afraid of the embarrassment of being wrong about him. I don't know if that makes sense..." You placed your hand onto your head.

"No, no I understand," he reassured, "and it's okay to feel that way about him. Just don't shut him out. If you see him opening up, try and embrace it. He's trying to make a better impression of himself for you, so do the same for him. You'll find yourself miserable if you just find his kindness annoying." 

"I guess it's my fault for being so stubborn. Like you said, he's trying to make things better, so I shouldn't dismiss that and let my impression of him get the best of me." 

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

After your lunch date with Josh, you arrived back at home to see Jake walking out of his room with his guitar case in hand. 

"Leaving early for the gig?" You said to him. 

"There's something called rehearsal before every performance, so yeah, I'm leaving early." He wore a light smirk to show his sarcasm. 

You nodded. "Good luck." 

He worse a confused expression, but then rested it into a content one. "Thanks." 

He walked past where you stood to the door, which you followed with your eyes. 

"Jake?" 

He turned to you. "What?" 

"I never thanked you for breakfast this morning. I appreciate it. It was...a nice gesture." 

Something about the way he looked at you with a soft expression made your words feel more heartfelt than you intended. You were just trying to take Josh's advice, along with his, and the approach gave you an odd feeling. You were pushing down everything you felt towards him and showing your true character. Showing him you had the ability to be indifferent to your own feelings of him and pay homage to his actions. 

"It's not a big deal," he scrunched his eyebrows together with his sly smirk, "but I appreciate it. Don't expect it to be an everyday thing, though." He pointed his finger at you. "Anything else, or can I leave?" 

You folded your arms over one another. "You can go." 

A smile rested on your face, one that ran to your cheeks and made them burn. He left without another word, and you locked the door behind him. 

As much as it felt awkward to be nice to Jake, it wasn't a terrible start, nor was it as bad as you imagined. You two just had to get over that awkward stage of uncomfortableness, such as being uncertain of how to show your kindness to one another. But you were getting somewhere, right?

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

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[sacredjake]

pairing: Josh Kiszka x Reader

word count: 3.7k

warnings: 18+ MDNI!! cussing, alcohol consumption, mentions of weed, smut, praise kink, very slight degradation, spanking, rough sex, overstimulation, hate sex, unprotected sex

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“You’re going to Jake’s party tonight, right?” 

“Yes, Jenna, of course I’m going to Jake’s party. We talked about this like last week.” You set your phone down on your bathroom counter and pulled out your makeup bag. 

“I know that, Y/n, but you also said you considered not going just so you wouldn’t have to deal with Josh.” 

She wasn’t wrong. You had said you were debating not going to your mutual friend’s party just because of his twin brother. Jake was one of your closest friends, so of course if he was throwing a shindig you wanted to go, but Josh made it so hard to be around most of the time. 

You and Josh had once been close. In fact, at one point a long time ago, you really liked him and you thought he liked you back. However, that hope was quickly stripped away and the feelings you had towards him grew into loathing when he started treating you horribly. He constantly made rude, snarky comments to you and about you, and made sure to really kick you when you were down. And you had no idea why. 

“I’m not gonna let Josh ruin a great New Year’s Eve party.” You began applying your foundation as you spoke. 

“Good. I gotta start getting ready so I’ll see you later.” 

“For sure.” You agreed and let her hang up so you could blend the foundation out. You quickly finished up your festive makeup, and slipped on your sparkly dress and heels. 

When you arrived at Jake’s house you were pretty positive that you had been the first, if not the only, to arrive. While there was still an open spot in the driveway you pulled into the spot in front of Jake’s garage. You didn’t bother locking your car and headed straight for the front door. Just as you were walking up the path leading to his house you could hear a car loudly making its way down the road. Out of habit you turned towards the noise to see who it could be. 

Of course it had to be Josh. And of course instead of pulling into the open spot next to you he decided to park behind you. Completely blocking you in. Asshole. 

“You couldn’t park in the completely open spot next to me?” You nearly shout mostly to be heard as Josh exits his jeep. 

“You’re the one that parked in my spot, sweetheart.” 

“I’m sorry? Your spot?” You can’t help but stare at him completely baffled by his entitlement. You also can’t help but notice how nice he looked. His mullet was curled and fluffed up nicely, and his outfit, an elegant suit over his usual white crewneck, flattered his slender frame very nicely. You mentally scolded yourself for even thinking about it. Josh paid you no mind however, and walked past you. 

“That’s what I said.” 

It took you a moment to get moving again, but you started following him towards the door, you were hot on his heels. He had already managed to piss you off before he even left his car. 

“This isn’t even your house, Josh. How in the hell is that your spot.” 

Josh didn’t bother knocking on the door and instead just let himself in. Had it not been for the two of you arguing, rather loudly, Jake probably wouldn’t have known you were there. You and Josh were bickering so intensely that it was actually Jake's presence that went unnoticed. 

“You’re a self-entitled prick.” You pointed your finger at him, your chest puffed up and practically touched his. 

“And you’re a selfish brat!” He spat back. 

“Hey! Whoa!” Jake finally decided to intervene and pushed his brother back gently with his arm. “What the fuck could the two of you be arguing about?! You just got here!” 

“Little miss ‘I only think about myself’ here parked in my spot!” 

“How arrogant do you have to be to claim you have a parking spot at someone else’s house?!” You started to move in closer to Josh when you felt a pair of hands grip your shoulders. 

“That’s enough, you two. It’s fucking New Year’s Eve.”

Somewhere between fighting with Josh outside and walking inside, Sam and Danny had arrived to help set up. Danny was currently holding you back. 

“Josh get your ass in the kitchen and help me put out the food. Y/n go with Sam and Danny to set up the living room. I don’t wanna hear either of you say a peep to or about the other. Got it?” Jake demanded. The only response either of you gave was an unhappy mumble of agreement. 

For the next hour you and Josh had been separated by his brothers. It was definitely for the best. 

You, Danny and Sam worked together to finish the decorations up in the living room and set up a cocktail and champagne station. Meanwhile in the kitchen, Jake and his twin set out all the food and the full bar. When a few of your friends showed up Sam and Danny were nowhere to be found. You had assumed that they were making their rounds talking to everyone, but you spotted them almost hiding away with Jake, deep in a private conversation. 

With more party-goers showing up it was easier to keep your distance from Josh. The lights had been dimmed, and you were feeling pleasantly tipsy after a cocktail. You drifted from person to person catching up and saying hi, enjoying the glamor of the evening. Some people you didn’t know and would introduce yourself to. Eventually Sam found you while you were free from company. 

“Hey, Y/n, I need you to go down into Jake’s basement and get another bottle of champagne.” 

“Yeah, sure. Is there a certain brand I’m looking for?” 

Sam’s lips pulled up at the corner in an almost sly grin. “You’ll know it when you see it.” Without another word he walked away leaving you to retrieve the bottle. 

You made your way to the door that led down into the basement and began the familiar descent down. There had been countless nights with your close friends spent in Jake’s basement just drinking, playing games and getting high. Not bothering to close the door behind you, you walked carefully down the steps. 

“Dude I’m not seeing a bottle of champagne anywhere.” A voice called out from the room below you. 

Josh. 

He must’ve thought you were Jake coming to check on him. Before he realized it was you and not his twin, you turned and practically bolted up the stairs. You saw a glimpse of Sam on the other side of the door along with Jake and Danny before it slammed shut. The next sound you heard was a lock clicking into place. 

“You have got to be joking!” You shouted and banged your fists on the door.

“Y/n? What the hell did you do?” 

You turned around to meet Josh’s eyes. He was about more than halfway up the stairs, a puzzled look on his face. 

“I didn’t do shit! They slammed the door and locked us in here!” You wiggled the handle furiously hoping to god it would open. 

“You can’t be fucking serious.” Josh closed the distance and basically squished you against the wall. He repeated your previous action. Clearly the door wasn’t going to open. 

“Oh we’re serious alright. No one is allowed to enter or exit until the two of you have worked your shit out.” Jake’s voice came from the other side of the door. 

“Open the goddamn door, assholes!” Josh pounded his fist against the wood this time. 

On the other side of the door there was nothing. Clearly all of them decided not to stick around. Seeing that standing there waiting around was pointless, you turned and walked down the stairs before flopping defeated onto the couch. 

Great. You were trapped in a room for god knows how long with a man you despised. As if on cue, the devil himself thundered down the steps. 

“This is all your fault!” He seethed, finger pointed at you as he walked over. 

“My fault?!” 

“Yeah, had you not parked in my spot we wouldn’t be down here right now!” He was looming over you now. 

“Do you even hear yourself?!” You stood up causing him to back up quickly but the coffee table between you ensured he couldn’t go anywhere. “Any sane person would have just parked NEXT to my car, but no! You had to block me in because I parked in a spot of a house you DON’T EVEN LIVE IN!” You shoved your pointer finger into his chest to drive the point home further. 

“I think you need to go back to Kindergarten when we were taught to keep our hands to ourselves.” His voice was calm and collected unlike yours, but you could tell he was fuming. It only served to irk you even further. 

“Fuck. You. Josh.” You pressed your finger into him with every word and craned your neck upwards even more, invading his space just to make him break. 

This was the closest you had been to Josh in a very, very long time. Even when you were arguing earlier you hadn’t been this close. His sweet but musky scent invaded every sense and you had to keep yourself from looking at his lips. 

“Y/n,” You could see the anger flare in his eyes, “I would suggest you take your finger off me.” You could feel his chest rising rapidly underneath the sole digit.

“What are you,” Another thrust of your finger into his sternum, “gonna do about it?” 

In an instant his lips crashed into yours. It was like your mouth moved of its own accord melding into his. Your hands fisted themselves in the collar of his white crewneck sweatshirt and pulled him closer. His hands were firm on your waist, fingers pulling you to him. The kiss was sloppy and rushed. Everything was moving a million miles a second. 

Josh’s hands moved back over your hips to grab your asscheeks and gave them a firm squeeze. You bit down hard on his lip and tugged on it earning a groan from him. One of his hands gripped itself in the hair at the base of your skull and pulled enough to cause slight discomfort, but not enough to pull you away. 

The kiss only got more heated, groans and moans escaping both your lips. After a few moments you were craving more and found your fingers working to undo his belt. His hands slid underneath the hem of your dress and teased around the top of your underwear before dipping further, but still he avoided everywhere you needed him. Not wanting to play into his game, you pushed his slacks and boxers past his hips, freeing him completely. 

“Eager are we?” Josh didn’t even bother pulling his lips from yours. 

“Are you going to play with my underwear all night or are you gonna fuck me?” 

“Need it that bad huh?” 

“Fuck. You.” 

“Oh you’re about to. Turn around and bend over.” He took your hips in his hands and forced you to turn around. You followed his second instruction, bracing your hands on the back of the couch. With his foot he kicked your legs further apart and ran two fingers over your covered cunt. As he ran them back up the length of your slit towards your clit he curled his fingers on the edge of the fabric. He bunched the skirt of your dress up over your hips and slowly pulled your underwear to the side, watching the wetness that clung to them stretch. 

“Any day now would be fucking great, Jo-” 

All of the air was ripped from your lungs as he buried himself into you fully. He didn’t give you any time to recover before pulling out of you almost completely and driving back in repeatedly. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t know what he was doing. With every thrust he successfully hit that spot that made your core tighten and pitchy moans leave your mouth. 

“Don’t have much to say now, do you princess?” There was no slowing his pace, and in fact you thought it even got faster and harder. 

In a matter of a few minutes he had already brought you to the edge of an orgasm. You could feel yourself staring down the abyss, but you just needed one final push. Using the small amount of leverage you had, you pushed your hips back to meet his and arched your back ever so slightly. The small change in position had you practically barreling towards your climax. 

“Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, Josh. Just like that. God don’t fucking stop, I’m about to- I’m gonna- Fuck me, Josh.” You sounded desperate and whiny, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. 

“You sound so pretty when you beg for my cock.” Continuing his space, Josh spread his hands over your ass, pulling your cheeks apart and stretching you even further. His right hand released your ass before coming down hard on the sensitive skin. The blow he delivered was the last push you needed into your high, and he fucked you through it. 

“Look at my favorite brat cumming for me. That’s it, baby, let ‘em know how good it is.” 

Even when you had finally come down, Josh never once stopped his hips and chased his own high. His pace had slowed somewhat, but the obscene sounds of his skin slapping against yours only grew louder from how wet you were. 

“Josh I-” You were cut off by your own moan. It was becoming too much and you were oversensitive. 

“I know, I know. Just give me one more.” His hand snaked down in front of you and rubbed slow, tight circles on your clit. His voice was far softer than it had been in the longest time. “C’mon, just one more.” It sounded almost like a plea. His lips ghosted the shell of your ear, his chest grazing over your back. 

With his free hand, Josh moved your hair away from your neck and began leaving slow, open-mouthed kisses to your neck. He could feel you relax more underneath him, the discomfort turning to pleasure again. Keeping his attention on your clit, his hips started to speed up once more. You could feel the coil in your core tighten again, but much faster this time. 

“God, you feel so fucking good.” 

Once again he was ramming into you, but at a much slower pace and each brutal thrust of his hips bringing you that much closer to your second orgasm of the night. At this speed you were able to push back onto him more easily. After a few moments, Josh’s hips stilled completely, letting you take control. You sped up your hips and angled them with every push and pull, fucking yourself on his hard cock. 

“Yeah that’s it, just like that.” His hand came into contact with your ass again forcing you to gasp in a pleasured sigh. “That’s it, baby, you fuck me so good.” Another slap landed to your backside and you were almost there. 

“Just a little bit more. Keep going. So, so good.” The praises tumbled from his mouth with ease and you were eating it up. 

With what little control you had left, you sped up your hips and slammed back on him repeatedly. His hands were gripping your hips so hard you were sure there would be bruises. You weren't going to last much longer. 

“Josh I’m gonna cum, please.” 

His hands stopped your hips from moving so he could take over. The pace he set this time was almost as fast and hard as when he first entered you. His right hand found your clit again while his left gently pushed your lower back down to increase the angle he was slamming into at. Your fingers were digging into the couch cushions, knuckles turning white from how hard you were gripping them.

Just as before, with a firm smack to your ass you were pushed into your second orgasm of the night. You weren’t sure if you were making noise or not, the rush of adrenaline dulled every sense that wasn’t burning pleasure. Josh pulled out shortly after you came, catching sight of your cunt fluttering around nothing while he pumped himself a few more times. He braced himself against the back of the couch with his hand next to yours and his chest almost leaned fully on your back as he came on your lower back and ass. 

As soon as he caught his breath he moved off you with only a simple, “Don’t move.” You did as he asked and stayed put, but mainly because you didn’t wanna risk getting cum on your dress. A few seconds later you were being wiped off with some kind of cloth before he carefully moved your underwear back in place. 

“You should be good.” 

“Thanks...” You stood up slightly confused and let the skirt of your dress fall back over your hips.

Josh threaded his belt back through the buckle and sat down on the couch. You felt awkward just standing there, but you weren’t sure what to say. He had been nice to you which you weren’t used to. And just gave you some of the best sex you’ve had in a very, very long time. 

“Well that is not how I envisioned our first time going.” Josh rubbed his hands down his face and leaned back into the couch. 

Once again you were confused. What did he mean by that? 

“Our first time? Like you’ve thought about it?” 

Josh didn’t say anything and instead stared at you like he hadn’t realized he said it out loud. 

“And why were you being nice to me? You’re always such an ass, I thought you hated me.” He took a deep sigh and thought for a moment before speaking. 

“I don’t hate you, Y/n.” His voice was soft and quiet. “I don’t think I’ve ever actually hated you. I think I was just hurt.” 

“Hurt? You’ve treated me like shit all this time because you were hurt? What the hell did I ever do to you?” You couldn’t help the animosity seeping into your tone. You were pissed off. He was the one that started treating you like shit out of nowhere. 

“Please, Y/n, don’t pretend you don’t know what you did.” Defeated anger laced his voice, his eyes slicing but still soft in a way. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Josh. Please enlighten me!” 

“You ditched our gig for a date!” He stood from the couch and faced you, his hands flailing about. “I had specifically invited you to our home show for Strange Horizons and had passes for you and you blew us off for a date with your coworker!” He leaned in closer to you, invading your space more and more. 

“Josh I-“

“I planned to sing Unchained Melody for you and then after the show I was gonna finally tell you how I felt because I thought you felt the same!”

You knew exactly which show he was talking about but he had the information wrong. 

“Josh, I did feel the same way… And I never stood you up for a date.” 

“But-“ You grabbed his hands and gave them a light squeeze. 

“I got stuck at work. The person who was supposed to cover my shift backed out at the last minute and I had to go in. I couldn’t find anyone else to cover me on such short notice. I never had a date. My coworker canceled on me for a date.” 

He looked absolutely dumbfounded. It was like the pieces were clicking into place for him.

“Oh god I am the stupidest man alive.” You smiled at him softly and threaded your fingers with his. 

“No you’re not. It was a miscommunication. It happens.” 

“Yeah, but I wasted the past year being so awful to you. Had I just asked you about it then maybe we could’ve…” You cut him off with a soft peck to his lips. 

“Hey, it’s a new year, right?” 

“Right.” He checked his watch. “Looks like we missed midnight,” he noted playfully, “but we definitely got our New Year's kiss.”

You giggled at that. Josh pulled you closer and smiled down at you fondly before giving you another quick kiss. “Let’s hope they didn’t forget about us.” He snickered, keeping one hand entwined with yours and walking towards the stairs. When he tried the handle it gave way with ease and the door swung open. He led the two of you back out into the house still holding your hand. 

“Well it’s about damn time!” Sam hollered pointing at your hand in Josh’s. Whoops and more excited cheering followed making both of your cheeks flame. 

“Do you wanna get out of here?” Josh turned to you with bright red cheeks but with a smile that overtook his entire face. You nodded, not wanting to have to deal with how obnoxious your friends will be all night. 

“Guess it doesn’t even matter that he blocked you in now!” Danny called after the two of you. You tried to make a quick getaway with everyone adding their two senses to the subject, all in favor of the two of you getting over yourselves. 

Both of you just laughed at Danny’s comment and exited Jake’s house towards Josh’s Jeep. He opened the door for you to hop in the passenger side and made his way around to the driver’s side. Josh pulled his phone out to put on some music and chuckled to himself. He flipped the phone around to show you what amused him. 

It was a text he had gotten while you were stuck in the basement. 

Jake: Went to check on you to make sure neither of you murdered the other. Definitely didn’t sound like either of you were in danger… Not what I intended, but glad you worked your shit out. Don’t fuck it up this time. 

The two of you rang in the new year at Josh’s house with an actual bottle of champagne and even more fireworks than the ones going off all around. 

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I See Hell in Your Eyes

Chapter Eleven

“Revel in this, my lover.”

Vampire!Josh x Vampire!Reader

Authors note: Once again I am SO SORRY this took forever. I hope you can forgive me. Enjoy this rollercoaster of a chapter!!

Word Count: 8,586

Warnings: Detailed descriptions of blood, World War 2 discussions, brief SMUT towards the end, but nothing out of the ordinary.

To say that this particular Blood Den in Chicago had a different vibe than the first one Josh had been to, was an understatement. Instead of the antique furniture, there were plush booths that lined the walls, each paired with a set of curtains for added privacy. Instead of classical music, there was enough bass booming through the sound system to make the floors shake. The color scheme was varying shades of red and black, and the matching lights added to the dramatic atmosphere. 

Josh tried not to let his nerves show when the two of you were escorted up to the VIP section, which was a roped off area by itself on a red carpeted platform that was in the corner of the Den, and had its own circular couch that wrapped all the way around it. The second you both walked in, hand in hand, eyes turned and stared. Some Vampires who were in the middle of feeding looked up and paused as you both passed. Josh would openly admit he loved being the center of attention but this was…different. 

His steps slowed, and you looked over your shoulder and saw the look on his face. You squeezed his hand as you led him through the crowd, following the security detail Dimitri had assigned to you for your stay in Chicago. At the gesture, he squared his shoulders and caught up to you. 

You could hear the whispering as you wove through the crowd. The music was loud enough that you couldn’t make out much, but the words hunter and Kiszka were crystal clear. Thankfully you were finally walking up the short flight of stairs to the VIP section, which was entirely vacant as Dimitri had explicit instructions that it was for you. Anyone else who would normally sit up there would have to get over it for the nights you were in attendance. 

As the both of you settled on the red couch, the security guard turned and took his post at the foot of the stairs. It felt surreal and almost fishbowl-like where you were sitting, but thankfully the crowd went back to what they were doing and for the moment the spotlight wasn’t literally on you both. 

You turned to Josh, “this is still…very weird.” 

“It’s definitely…a lot.” 

You searched his sweet face, trying to find every question he had swirling behind his eyes. 

“Hey,” you said as you reached up to turn his chin towards you. Your fingers lightly toying with the hair that grew from it, “what’s going on in that head of yours, Boy Scout?” 

He stared at you as if you were the only person in the room, his eyes softened at your touch. 

“This…this is the first time I’ve walked into one of these as…,” his voice trailed off.

“One of us?” You tilted your head slightly as you smiled at him and your thumb rubbed back and forth on his jaw.

It was only three words, but there was so much weight to them. 

“Yeah,” he all but whispered.

“Boy Scout, I saw them staring too. But just know that they’re not looking at you like you’re a hunter. Because you aren’t one anymore, and they know you gave that up. They’re probably confused as to why you did something so selfless. We’re not known for our generosity, as you know. What you did doesn’t happen very often, if at all.”

“I’d do it again.”

Now it was your turn for your eyes to soften. 

“You would?”

His hand slid across the small space between you, taking your free hand.

“Wouldn’t even hesitate…” 

You started to lean in to kiss your Vampire, but someone clearing their throat in front of you made you freeze centimeters away from his lips. Annoyed, your eyes slid to the side to see the source of the noise. 

It was one of the Den servers, who had been awkwardly standing there for most of the exchange. 

Sitting back against the couch, you said, “...yes?” 

“I was sent to get your drink orders.”

You perked up a little at the question, automatically telling him you’d like your usual A-Negative Manhattan. He looked over at Josh, who seemed a bit lost at what to order. 

An idea struck you, “OH! Do you do Blood Flights here?”

The server gave you a slight, duh, look but he quickly smiled and said, “yes we do.” 

“Ok can we get one then? It’s been awhile since we’ve had some real variety.” You smirked at Josh, happy you smoothed over a potential awkward moment for him, and got him a treat in the process. You were about to have fun. 

“Do you want only Negatives, Positives, or-”

“Oh no give us the whole eight please, a full spread!” He gave you a slight grimace before nodding and turning to leave. 

Josh  turned to you as the server hurried off to the bar, “is a Blood Flight what I think it is?” 

“You haven’t figured out what you like yet, and this is a good and safe way to do so for someone as new as you.” Your finger reached up and lightly booped his cheek. 

He tried to fight a smile but failed miserably, and relaxed on the back of the couch with you. A few Vampires approached the bottom of the stairs, looking up at you two curiously and speaking to the security guard. He shook his head at them and promptly shooed them off. 

You rested your arm behind Josh on the back of the couch, and lightly toyed with the curls at the base of his neck, “did you read the itinerary?” 

He shrugged, “I skimmed it before we went to sleep this morning.” 

“Well, apparently the first night we’re here, we aren’t going to have any visitors, but the next few nights we’ll slowly get more and more people up here with us. Dimitri has some friends that are regulars here that he felt needed to be seen with us.”

“Great.”

“Oh it’ll be fun. You need to make more Vampire friends anyway. They’ll love you, I’m sure of it.” 

“We’ll see, I guess,” he said, not fully convinced. 

“...and if anyone is rude to you, I’ll rip their fingers off,” your tone was so light and cheery it made Josh give you a look. “What? They’ll grow back.” 

“Have you ever done that before?” 

You smiled and gave him an innocent shrug, “maybe, maybe not…” 

“Sweet-”

“You see the trick is,” your fingers of one hand wrapped around the middle finger on your other hand and you pulled it back slightly, “you have to do it quick enough to shatter the knuck-”

“That's enough, I get the picture,” he took both of your hands in his to get you to stop. 

“Well, like I said, if anyone is rude to you, I’ll show you how to properly do it,” you smiled at him. 

Before he could properly reply, the Den server was back with your drink. He placed yours on the table in the middle of the platform that the couch wrapped around. Behind him was another server who was holding a long tray containing eight small glasses, all filled to the brim with dark red blood. After delivering the drinks the two of them scurried down the stairs to tend to the booths on the wall. 

Josh scooted forward to the edge of the couch to get a better look at the “Blood Flight” as it was called. The long wooden tray looked to be hand carved, each glass was labeled by the blood type etched into the wood in front of it. The smell wafted up into his nose and he could feel his gums itch, with pressure around his canines. It was getting easier to look at blood and actually want to drink it. He tried to equate the smell with the smell of his favorite food before he was turned, but each night that memory was getting more and more distant and faint, and the instinct to crave blood was getting stronger. He even tried to think about something as basic as pizza, but found that he had to concentrate really hard to remember the taste, and when he finally did it didn’t even sound appealing to him. 

You took a sip of your Manhattan before putting it down and scooted closer to him. 

“This is going to be fun, Boy Scout,” you encouraged as you draped your arm over his shoulders and leaned in even closer. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek before turning to the glasses on the table. “Now, they line them up from most to least common blood types, starting with O-Positive, the Ol’ Faithful of blood.”

He gave you a sideways glance, before reaching for the small glass and bringing it to his nose. The smell was a little unfamiliar but sweet. As he brought the glass to his lips, he felt more pressure around his fangs, and he looked at you curiously. You flashed him an encouraging smile as he brought the glass to his plush lips and took a sip. 

First impression? He liked it. He couldn’t pinpoint why, but there was something…hardy about it? It wasn’t overly remarkable, but it was pleasant. He took another sip for a second impression, and he wobbled his head back and forth before looking at you. 

“It's not terrible,” he concluded. 

You nodded in agreement, “yeah, it's not my favorite either. But it’s the most prevalent so you’ll get used to it eventually.” 

A-Positive was a step up, but it was definitely different from the O-Positive, and going in knowing they were two different blood types made the whole notion of different flavors start to make sense in Josh’s head. 

His first sip of B-Positive, however, was the game changer. His eyes went wide and he went in for a second helping immediately, loving the bright and fresh taste. 

You rested your chin on your hand, a serene and fond expression was all over your face. 

“You like that one?” 

He turned to you and smiled, “oh yeah this one is the best so far. There’s kind of a kick to it but in a good way?” 

You glanced at the type he had in his hand, “B-Positive, huh? Noted.” 

Josh made his way down the flight, stopping at A-Negative, remembering it was your favorite. He could see why you liked it so much, and your words that first night in the Den made sense to him now, and he made sure to tell you that. 

“Ok…I get it now,” he said as he sipped on the A-Negative. 

“I told you!” You laughed. 

It was when he got to the second to last glass, B-Negative, that his face scrunched up and he quickly put it back down. 

“No…definitely not that one.” 

“B-Negative is one of those either you love it or hate it, I’ve never really cared for it myself.” 

“So it's like the Merlot of blood?”

You had a very limited understanding of human wine, and you blankly stared at him.

“Is Merlot bad?” 

“It’s not great.” 

“Oh well then yes I could see that.” 

Finally he was at the last glass, AB-Negative, and as soon as he drank it he recognized it. The girl he fed from at Dimitri’s tasted the same, or at least very close to it. 

“I’ve…I’ve had this before,” he said softly. 

You remembered the girl from his first feed and it clicked for you too, “Dimitri did love the rare types. I think it's some sort of status thing.” 

Josh nodded before going back for the B-Positive glass and downing the rest in one gulp. Even with the loud music, he could still hear your soft laugh float towards him. 

“Ok ok, Boy Scout, we’ll get you some more,” you said before flagging down your server from earlier. 

~!~

Jake kept stealing glances at Lou, who was silently watching a baseball game on the TV mounted on the wall. He sat on the same barstool every time he came in, ordered the same drink (double whiskey with a splash of O Positive, or a double O Positive with a splash of whiskey, depending on the night), and minded his business. He had been a regular for at least two decades now, and even knew CiCi’s father before he died. He wasn’t the only Vampire to show up at the bar, but he was the most consistent. Jake wasn’t sure how “old” he truly was, just that he still looked to be in his early twenties. Regardless of his appearance, CiCi would warmly call him ‘Old Man’ in conversation with the same reverence one would give a grandparent. 

The first night Jake showed up at the bar, a little over a year ago, he didn’t make a good first impression with Lou. Mainly because he tried to kill him, but CiCi had put a cork in that quickly. Thankfully, Lou didn’t take it personally, and just went back to his drink. Ever since that night Jake hadn’t really gone out of his way to talk to him, but he was cordial to him when he needed to be. 

But Jake looked at him differently now. Different in the sense that when he looked at Lou drain a glass of O Positive, he saw his own brother.  He had been back in Tucson for about three days now, and he hadn’t spoken of Josh at all. They had exchanged a few texts here or there, but they were just letting the other know where they were in their travels. Josh had sent him a few regular texts, asking Jake how he was, and a few photos of Chicago, but Jake hadn’t answered them yet. He couldn’t pretend everything was normal. He couldn’t pretend that Josh was just on a roadtrip with his girlfriend and seeing different cities. No, the truth was that Josh and said girlfriend were both Vampires now, and were being paraded around different Blood Dens to draw in business. It was so fucking stupid. 

Neither Jake or Sam had said anything to their parents yet. Josh had texted both of them that he wanted to be the one to tell them, so they respected that. It helped that they were still busy with whatever they were up to in Canada, but Josh would have to rip the bandaid off soon. 

For now, Jake sat in his own girlfriend's bar, trying to make sense of it all. 

“You know I can see you looking at me, right,” Lou said after throwing a sideways glance at Jake. Jake’s eyes snapped back to his beer in front of him. 

“Sorry.” 

“Is there anything I can help you with, son?” 

The nerves got to Jake and he blurted out the first thought he had, “when did you get turned?” 

Lou’s eyebrows slowly raised in mild surprise, “hi Lou, how are ya, wasn’t on the menu I guess.” He sighed and turned on the barstool to face Jake, “1942.” 

Jake nodded, “and how old were you?” 

Lou could tell something was deeply bothering Jake, even if the hunter was trying his best not to show it. Jake typically had a haunted look on his face, but he looked even more tormented tonight. “What's this about, Jake?” 

“I can’t just try to get to know you?”

“Well I don’t know who taught you social skills, but asking a Vampire about how they were turned isn’t the first thing you bring up. We can be touchy about that subject, depending on who you’re talking to.” He continued to eye Jake curiously. 

Jake nodded, and internally argued with himself over what he should do next. Everything was eating away at him and for the first time in his life he didn’t know how to fix it. With a rough exhale, he picked up his beer and hopped off his barstool, moving to the one nearest to Lou. 

The Vampire was taken by surprise again as Jake found his new seat. For a few moments, the two sat in awkward silence. Lou only glanced back at the TV when he heard a ball get hit, and cursed to himself when it was caught by the other team. The Cubs had been trailing behind the last 3 innings, and it clearly wasn’t their night. 

“I was just…” Jake started, “my brother was, umm…” 

Lou knew that Jake wasn’t a bad kid, in spite of his ‘profession’. Over the past year he had seen a gradual change in the hunter, a good one, and he knew that CiCi deserved a lot of the credit. He still didn’t entirely trust him, but he had the CiCi stamp of approval, and that was enough for him. He perked up a little at the mention of Jake’s brother. He knew Jake came from one of those hunter families, but he didn’t know what his immediate family consisted of. 

“You have a brother?” He asked, deciding to play along with Jake’s impromptu Q&A. 

“Yeah, two actually...”

“Is one of them in trouble or something?” 

Jake took a long pull of his beer, stalling to answer, “he was…he still is, I don’t know.” 

The distress was all over Jake’s face, and Lou gave him a sympathetic look, “what happened?” 

The hunter gritted his teeth, not wanting to say the actual words. He had avoided truly verbalizing the situation since he left Josh’s apartment. 

“Hewasturnedintoavampire,” he mumbled his words together. 

“...Into a- oh,” Lou replied carefully. Now the sudden interaction made sense. 

Jake nodded, not able to meet his eyes. 

“I’m not going to ask you how it happened, as I said earlier, it can be a touchy subject,” Lou started, which made Jake’s shoulders relax significantly as he didn’t think he’d be able to tell the whole story.  “But I will ask you if he’s ok?”

“I guess…I didn’t see him much before we came back.” 

“It’s a lot to adjust to,” Lou took another sip of his drink, “the first few weeks can be rough, especially if you’re alone.” 

“He’s not alone, not really. The umm…the Vampire that turned him is kind of his girlfriend,” Jake added. 

“Oh? Is she nice?” Lou was even more curious now. 

“She’s alright…for a V-,” Jake caught himself before he finished the word. 

Lou sighed, “you know, Jake, some of us are actually nice and personable. Sure, there are plenty of murderous bastards among us, but name me a species that doesn’t have any of those.” 

Jake’s cheeks reddened, “I-I know, I just…I just never thought that Josh would ever be one of them.” 

Lou purposefully ignored the use of the word ‘them’, “I get that. Is he your older, or younger…?

“Older. Well, by five minutes. We’re twins.” 

Lou’s eyes softened again, “oh that's tough, son.” It was strange to Jake that someone who looked younger than him called him “son”, but he could tell that Lou wasn’t trying to be patronizing. “How is that going to work with your…family business…” 

“I have no fucking idea. Our parents still don’t know.” 

“Well, shit.” 

Jake nodded in agreement, “yeah.”

Lou looked up at Stacy, the other bartender besides CiCi, “another round for us please, Stace.” 

She looked up from the glass she was washing and nodded, making her ponytail bounce in the process. She quickly sat down two fresh glasses in front of them, with Lou’s drink having a darker hue from the added blood. She flashed a grin at Lou, who gave her a shy smile in return. 

As Stacy bounced away, Jake mumbled a thanks to Lou. “You looked like you needed it,” he replied softly. The Vampire took a substantial sip from his drink, before turning to the hunter and saying, “it happened when I was shipped out to France.”

“What-“

“When I was turned. It happened in France.”

“I thought it was rude to-“

“I said it’s rude to ask, it’s just a personal decision to share. And I’m sharing,” Lou took another sip of his drink, his eyes seeing all the usual questions forming behind Jake’s eyes. “I was 22, and my unit had stopped in this small village that hadn’t been taken over yet, miraculously. We were only staying for the night, and planned on leaving at dawn. But somehow a few bottles of wine from the village ended up being passed around and we got hammered. But honestly after walking for three straight days we needed it. After a while I needed to piss so I got up and went down the little path we were on, when this stunning, and I mean beautiful, woman appeared out of nowhere at the tree line. I was so drunk I thought she was a mirage or something, but she was real. She asked if I could walk her home, and who was I to say no to that? That’s when she says there was a shortcut through the woods, and I stupidly fell for it. We got maybe a hundred feet or so into the trees, where you couldn’t see the road and no one could see you either…” His voice trailed off as he stared at his drink, his thumb wiping at the condensation absently. 

“You don’t have to tell me the rest  if you don’t want to…”

As if Lou didn’t even hear Jake’s voice, he continued, “suddenly I was against a tree, this woman’s lips were on my neck, and I thought ‘holy shit how lucky was this?’ But then I felt her teeth, and then I really felt her teeth, and everything went dark soon after that.” He took another swig of his drink, “I kept blacking out, I don’t even remember her giving me her blood to complete the process. ‘Next thing I know is that I’m alone in the woods, extremely disoriented and hungry. But I didn’t know what exactly I wanted.” At this, Lou gave Jake a pointed look, the answer being obvious. He didn’t want to divulge anymore, at least for now.

Jake didn’t know what to say. Lou’s story was the first he had actually heard. Vampire’s backstories were never a priority to learn about growing up. They weren’t supposed to live long enough to even know their names. 

Lou broke the silence again, slightly pivoting the subject, “you said his girlfriend turned him?”

“Yeah.” 

He raised his eyebrows at Jake, “He’s lucky, you know, to have someone help him through the transition. Most of us don’t get that.” 

“I wouldn’t call being forced to be turned ‘lucky’,” Jake grumbled. 

“He was forced? By her?” Lou’s brows knitted together in a mix of curiosity and confusion. 

“No, not by her, but he, uh, pissed off the ‘Council’ and it was either get turned or…death,” Jake gripped his glass a little tighter as he spoke. 

Lou made a face at the mention of the Council. He knew enough about them, though he had never dealt with any of the members personally. 

“The fucking Council, of course,” he rolled his eyes and took another sip. 

As if a dam in his mind had broken, Jake started rambling, “the first time I saw him afterwards, he didn’t look different but he looked different, if that makes any sense. He walked differently? He always stomped around the house growing up with those flat feet of his, but that night I could barely hear his shoes on the floor. I hugged him, and for a few seconds…things felt normal…but I couldn’t just carry on as if nothing had happened. Everyone else in the room as if it was a regular Tuesday night. My other brother was sitting on the couch next to him, asking him question after question as if he had just come back from a stupid vacation. They were all Vampire questions, harmless ones, but even then no one was acknowledging the elephant in the fucking room. Like we weren’t going to talk about the fact that he’s dead now, but he’s not really dead, but he can’t go out into the sun anymore, and-” 

The grip Jake had on his glass was getting to the point where he was about to break it, and Lou wisely reached over and wrenched it out of his hand before that could happen. 

“Let's not break anything tonight…,” he said as he placed the glass out of Jake’s reach for the time being. 

Jake flexed his fingers before setting his hand back down on the bar, his gaze fixed on the wooden surface. His nose twitched, the heat rising in his face and he felt his eyes start to sting. His voice was much softer when he observed, “he has to live off blood now…and that’s it. I know Vampires don’t eat actual food, and he won’t either and…this sounds so stupid but I’ll never be able to share a meal with him again.” 

Lou’s face was riddled in sympathy, and his voice was equally as sympathetic, “yes you can, Jake. His plate will just look a little different is all.” 

“It’ll just be a glass,” he snarked as a defense mechanism,  trying to hide  any emotions bubbling up to the surface. 

“Then it’ll just be a glass. But he’ll still be there. Sitting with you just like I am right now.”

“What am I supposed to do, stock my fridge with blood bags now just in case he comes over?”

“That would be the courteous thing to do.” 

Jake finally looked up at Lou again, “how do you even get blood bags anyway?” 

“Would you believe, we Vampires have a delivery service?”

The hunter gave Lou a blank stare, “...what?”

Lou chuckled, “yeah, it's a whole network here in the states. There’s a number to call and they set you up with a schedule if you want it. Instead of the MilkMan showing up at dawn, it's the BloodMan showing up at dusk, leaving a cooler at your door.”

Jake didn’t find it as funny as Lou did, “that’s…different.” 

“It's not as popular as you think, most prefer their dinner a little more Rare, as you know. But it’s helpful for the introverts out there.”

“...do you use it?” 

“For the most part, but I mainly use it so CiCi can have her own stock on hand. BYOB, as the kids say.”

Jake blinked at him, trying to digest this information. 

The Vampire went back to the subject at hand, “But what I’m saying, Jake, is that he’s still your brother, differences and all. It’s a lot, I know, and it won’t be easy to get used to, but being ‘normal’ like you said everyone else was the other night, is exactly what he needs. Don’t treat him differently. It's pretty rare for newly turned Vampires to even see their family again, let alone stay in their lives. You have a gift on your hands and you don’t even know it.” 

Jake chewed his lip, he hadn’t thought about it that way. 

His voice was soft, nearly a whisper, “I…I want to do all of that, I really do it’s just…I’ve never looked at a Vampire with any other thought than to finish them off as soon as possible. Ever since I saw one for the first time when I was a kid, they’ve just been anonymous monsters that I needed to get rid of.” 

“Not to state the obvious, but maybe it’s time you reevaluated that.”

Jake was quiet, trying to absorb it all. But one truth was still lingering in his mind. 

“The thing is, even if I stop, I know that Josh is now going to be a target for other hunters out there. Even if he’s good, even if he doesn’t make a mess, keeps his head down, I know some personally that wouldn’t hesitate to-,” he bit his lip hard, not wanting to finish the sentence. “The fact that he was a hunter that was turned, and turned willingly, makes him an even bigger target than just a regular Vampire.”

“To me, it sounds like you’re the perfect person to use this knowledge and to protect him as much as you can. You know how they move, where they go, and whatever tells and patterns they have. Use it to your advantage, remind him to do the same.” 

Jake was emotionally drained at this point, but Lou made a great point there. 

He nodded, “that makes sense. Umm thanks for the talk, Lou.”

Lou shrugged, “you know where I’m at if you need to talk again.” 

Jake nodded again, and hopped off the stool. He wordlessly made his way to the corner of the room where the stairs to the rooms above the bar were. More specifically, where he and CiCi lived. He needed some quiet now, and he needed to think about what he was going to do next in his life, and what that meant for Josh. 

~!~

It was your fourth night at the Chicago Den, and true to the itinerary, each subsequent night led to more and more Vampire’s populating the VIP section. Both you and Josh were a little timid at first, but so far everyone had pleasant, even if they were overly curious about Josh. He fielded questions with ease, his natural charm coming out instantly. Everyone still had intact fingers, though every once and awhile you’d make eye contact with your Vampire across the VIP section and pull back one of your fingers just to make him laugh. 

His drink of choice now, a tequila and soda with a splash of B-Positive and a lime, was resting in his hand as he listened to a Vampire you couldn’t remember the name of droned on and on about his last trip to the south of France. He was holding his own very well, and you were comfortable enough to not have to be right beside him the whole night. Your own charm carried you around the VIP section, and after asking nicely and  batting  your eyes  at the security guard at the bottom of the steps, you were allowed to follow a few of your new friends out onto the dance floor. It felt so…normal to you. Being surrounded by other Vampires, the various Human Companions, being able to look up and catch your lover’s eye whenever you wanted, in a world that was entirely yours. While the circumstances that led you here were troubling, being able to exist and experience all of this with Josh had you focusing on them less and less. 

However, while you were enjoying yourself, the lover in question was getting more and more irritated by the minute. Josh is the last person you’d describe as clingy or even worse, needy. But ever since your night had begun, you had been distracted by nearly everything and everyone else besides him. Mingling with everyone you came into contact with, greeting anyone new and introducing yourself quickly. Swapping stories while you sipped your drink, occasionally making eye contact with him, but otherwise left him to his own devices. Which isn’t a problem, but if he had to hear one more Vampire reminisce over a time period over a hundred years ago he was going to try that finger trick you mentioned on someone. 

It was your last night in Chicago, and before dawn the two of you would be whisked away on Dimitri’s jet to your next destination: Seattle. He liked the Chicago Den well enough, but he was ready to see what else was out there. 

He looked down at the dance floor, and saw you with a few of your friends. A few of them were old friends from a few decades ago when you were in Chicago last, and some were brand new but you had no problem befriending anyone. A thought briefly ran through his mind, that this was probably how you normally were before you met him. The version of you that wasn’t preoccupied with hunters being in your business, or following you around. The side of you that only other Vampire’s saw, where you were completely relaxed and not worried about protecting a fragile human. It had been a welcomed sight for him, he just wished he wasn’t watching from the sidelines all night. 

His thoughts were interrupted when he saw a very tall man weave his way into the crowd towards you. Josh was instantly on alert, even though he knew you could handle yourself. He mentally cursed that even with his newly heightened sense of hearing he still couldn’t make out what was being said when he saw the man dip his head down to say something in your ear. You turned around excitedly and mouthed the word ‘really’ to the mystery man. Your face lit up as you loosely took a hold of his arm, letting him lead you out of the crowd and back towards the VIP section. What the fuck was going on? 

The security guard at the bottom of the steps stopped the both of you, which Josh was grateful for, until you waved your hand at the guard and pointed back at Mystery Man as you said something that Josh still couldn’t make out over the music pumping through the speakers. He drained the last of his drink, and slammed it on the table a little too hard as he stood up, but he didn’t care. 

You practically bounced up the stairs, Mystery Man following right behind you. 

“Josh, guess what!”

Josh looked at you curiously, his eyes darting back and from between you and your ‘guest’.

“What, sweetheart?” 

“So…since it’s our last night in Chicago, Dimitri sent us a…treat…,” your eyes swiveled up to the tall man. 

At the risk of asking a stupid question, he said, “What kind of treat?”

You smirked at your Vampire, “…a B-Positive one…”

Josh used every muscle in his face to not show his surprise. He did not want you to pick up on any inkling that he thought there was anything else going on with B-Positive Mystery Man. Nope. He would never live that down with you. Instead he rolled his lower lip into his mouth and raised his eyebrows to play it off. 

“I’m Alex,” Mystery Man said while extending his hand out to Josh. 

“Josh…,” he replied while shaking his hand. “Dimitri sent you?” 

Alex smiled sheepishly and explained, “yeah. I’m kind of a regular around here but I’ve never gotten a call from the boss himself, you know? Couldn’t say no to his opportunity.” 

Josh was a little skeptical, but played along, “I get that…” 

You wasted no time to pull Alex over to an empty spot on the VIP couch and sat down on his left. Josh followed and sat on the other side of him, and ‘treat’ aside, it still felt too far from you. 

“Now Alex, do you have any bite preferences?” You asked brightly. 

He turned and smiled at you, “most of the time it's usually the wrists but, you can go for the neck if you want.” 

The flirty tone in his voice was so obvious to Josh he had to fight an eye roll, but he silently hoped you’d turn it down. He wasn’t possessive, but you hadn’t fed from anyone’s neck besides him in the last few weeks, and part of him wasn’t ready to share you in that way. 

He didn’t have time to unpack whether this was some kind of Vampire social norm he was getting used to, because when he looked up you were nodding and descending towards Alex’s neck while your fangs lowered down. 

Alex kept his attention on you while he offered his wrist to Josh, and while he didn’t want to be impolite, Josh also wanted to shove his hand out of the way and walk out of there. 

Instead, he let the spite take over. His own fangs popped down a lot faster and harsher than they had previously, and he swiftly brought Alex’s wrist to his lips and bit down with little care. The first thing he noticed about Alex’s blood was how it was almost…minty. He was definitely B-Positive but in the four days he had been in that Den, Josh had had better samples of that type from the bar instead of this human. He looked up to catch a glance at you, while you happily dined on Alex’s neck. Alex himself had his head thrown back against the couch, which only made Josh burn hotter.

 Being fed on as a human versus being fed on as a Vampire wasn’t entirely different, but there was something so raw about offering yourself to a Vampire when you’re human. He remembered the first time he feld your fangs bury themselves in his skin, how it stung and burned but you fed from him in such a way that pleasure had rolled through his body within seconds. 

Josh continued to feed on Alex for a few more minutes before wrenching his wrist away from his mouth sloppily pricking his finger on his own fangs and healing the wound. He frankly couldn’t give a shit at this point, especially with how you were still latched onto Alex’s neck. Rather petulantly, he sat back with his hands in his lap, waiting for you to finish your “treat.” 

After the slowest five minutes of his life, you finally popped off of Alex and quickly wiped away a stray trail of blood from your chin with your thumb. 

You looked up as you healed the bite wound with your own blood and saw the hard stare coming from your Vampire. His sudden shift in mood confused you.

“Is something wrong, Boy Sc-”

“Can I talk to you,” he gave a sideways glance at Alex, “alone.” 

“I- sure,” and with that he reached over and took your hand, quickly leading you down the stairs and around the security guard, not even glancing back to see how your “treat” reacted. 

In every Den there are private rooms, soundproof and lockable for even more privacy. Some Vampire’s were weird about feeding in front of others, or they simply wanted proper alone time with their Human Companions, but Josh wasn’t thinking of their intended purpose now. He quickly weaved through the crowd to get to the back corner, where the private rooms were. The universe was on his side when he saw the door on the far left open, leading to an unoccupied room. He beelined towards it, rushing the two of you inside. 

“Josh what the-”

He turned and pushed you against the door, smashing his lips against yours. You let out a squeak in surprise but quickly melted into the kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck and your fingers went into his hair. His hands moved down to your hips, gripping them through the thin fabric of your dress. Before you knew it you were swept off your feet and your legs locked around his waist. 

Clothing was practically ripped off on the way to the lone L-shaped couch in the middle of the room. Your back hit the plush cushions as your Vampire pinned you against them, his lips leaving a hot trail of kisses from your mouth down to the base of your neck. You weren’t complaining by any means, but you were curious as to why he had this sudden change in mood. Nothing felt wrong, but it was decidedly different from the norm. 

“J-Josh…wait a second,” you let out an airy laugh as you pulled his head from the crook of your neck to be above you, cradling his square jaw. 

He looked down at you, eyes dark and unblinking, “what?” 

You didn’t want to seem clueless, but you were truly at a loss, “what’s gotten into you tonight?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he quipped before giving the other side of your neck attention. 

“Yes you do,” you whispered in his ear. 

He turned his head slightly and ran his tongue along the shell of your ear, “I can’t just love on my girl?”

Your retort was cut off when you felt his hand snake between you and start gliding through your folds, his thumb circling your clit while his other fingers dipped into your entrance. A loud gasp escaped your lips at the sudden feeling, and you felt him chuckle against your neck. 

“You were saying, Sweetheart?” 

He curled his fingers inside you, teasing all the right spots, causing you to clench around him and dig your nails into his back. 

But as soon as you started to feel that delicious build up in your core his fingers left you. 

“JOSH!” you yelled out in frustration. 

“Turn around…,” he whispered as he lifted off of you. 

You stared at him for a second before doing what he told you. Slowly you rolled over on your stomach, your back to him now. His hands reached for your hips once again but this time pulled them roughly off the couch, the skin on your knees burning slightly from the sudden movement. You rested your weight on your hands as you looked over your shoulder at him. 

His eyes were even darker then they were before, and they were gazing down your back as he slowly pumped himself. Deciding to play along, you faced forward, and rested your elbows on the arm of the couch. You felt the head of his cock move through your folds, dipping down to your clit before traveling back up to your entrance. Josh was mumbling behind you, words you couldn’t even make out as he slowly started pushing inside you. 

You hissed at the stretch, and when he reared back and surged forward to bottom out you didn’t even try to muffle the strangled sound that flew from your mouth. His nails dug into the skin of your hips as he set a brutal pace. 

Josh stared down at where you were joined, not wanting to take his eyes off the sight. He quickly got lost in you, the sounds you were making, the way you were clenching around him, the sheer warmth of you, the fact that you were his. At a particularly hard thrust he threw his head back and noticed what was on the ceiling: a massive mirror. His eyes became fixed at the reflection, where he could see more of your face, down your spine, to where he was pounding into you. 

He started mumbling again, but this time you were able to make out at least a few words out: mine, all mine. That's when it clicked. His attitude for most of the night, his reaction to Alex that he tried to hide, and why he pulled out into this room as soon as he could. Your Boy Scout was jealous. This was a side of him that you hadn’t seen very often, if at all at this point, but it made you turn your head completely away from him once more to smirk at yourself where he couldn’t see. Now you could fully play along. 

Looking back over your shoulder again, you saw him slack jawed staring at the mirror on the ceiling, his eyes rolled back in his head. 

“...am I yours, Josh?” you baited. 

A harsh growl was made in the place of words, accompanied by another hard thrust. He was getting close, and both of you knew it. He pulled you backwards, gathering you toward him so that your back was flush with his front, his breath coming out in puffs against your neck. 

This time he made no mistake with his words, whispering them directly into your ear. 

“Mine…all mine…” 

You turned your head to capture his lips with yours, letting him know that he was absolutely correct. Your hand tangled in his hair to hold him in place as your tongue swirled in his mouth and ran along his teeth, his fangs clearly present. 

He continued his fast pace as one of his hands held your hip while the other snaked around your front and made its way to your clit. You cried out against his mouth, and he took this moment to bite down on your lower lip, relishing in the sounds you were making. Neither of you cared how loud you were being, or how the sound of skin slapping against skin rang throughout the room. Your end came hurtling towards you, quickly sending you over the edge and shaking in his arms. 

He couldn’t hold back any longer himself, and just as he teetered on the edge he drove his fangs into the flesh of your neck. Letting the welcomed taste of you be the final act he needed before spilling inside you. His hand continued to work you through yours as his thrusts became uneven and started to slow. All he could feel, see, and hear was you. Even the memory that was shown to him at the taste of your blood was you all by yourself, sitting at your vanity touching up your lipstick in the mirror. The decor and dress you were wearing suggested the twenties, but the memory went dark before he could take in more details. He lifted his fangs from your skin as you both came down from your highs. Slowly he withdrew from you, the loss of your warmth making him hiss slightly. 

You turned around to fully look at him, and his arms wrapped around your waste, not wanting to let you go just yet. The both of you rested there for a few moments, enjoying the sudden silence. 

Eventually you brought your hand to his face, rubbing your thumb into his cheek. 

“I’ll always be yours, Boy Scout,” you whispered. 

He still didn’t look you in the eyes quite yet, the realization he had acted out of pure jealousy causing his cheeks to redden. 

“I know…,” he said so softly you barely heard him. 

“I’m not even going to remember Alex after tonight anyway,” you reassured him. 

“It wasn’t…it wasn’t just him.” 

“Oh?” 

“I…just missed you tonight,” he finally looked up and met your eyes, his dark brown irises full of sincerity. 

“I’m sorry if I get a little caught up out there, it’s been a while-”

He cut you off, “no you don’t have to apologize, you were having fun and you deserve to.” 

“Next time, just come get me, push people out of the way if you have to. People will get over it.” You gave him a sweet kiss against his lips for reassurance. “Now…my turn…,” you grinned wickedly as you took this moment to properly pounce on your Vampire, toppling him onto the couch. 

~!~

Many rounds and hours later, you were both back at the hotel. The sun was about to rise, and the black out curtains were preemptively shut. Sleep quickly overtook you, and while you began to snooze, Josh peered down at you, loving the way you cuddled up to him as you slept. 

His phone buzzed on the nightstand, alerting him of a text. He looked over at the screen and saw Jake’s name at the top. 

Jake: is this a good time?

Josh typed out a response: sure

He was expecting another text, but instead his twin called him directly. 

“Hello?”

“Josh? Are you about to go to sleep? I can call back later if you-”

“No no it's fine, what's up?”

“I just wanted…how’s Chicago?” The tone in his voice sounded tight, as if he was unsure what to say. 

“It’s been pretty great, man. Not a bad place to start at all.” 

“That's good, I’m glad. How is…how is she?” 

Josh was starting to get confused at the sudden small talk, “what’s this about, Jake?

“It’s not about anything, I promise, I just…wanted to see how you were.” 

Josh looked back down at your sleeping form, fully knocked out at this point and beginning to snore slightly on his chest. 

“She’s good, Jake, really good. How’s CiCi?” 

Now it was Jake’s turn to look down at his girl, who was also still fast asleep beside him. 

“She’s CiCi, incredible as always.” Jake paused before asking what was truly on his mind, “I just have a question…and I’m not trying to start anything I promise I just…what made you do it?” 

“Do what, Jake?” 

“Choose to be turned instead of-”

“Instead of death, Jake?” 

Jake quietly answered, “yeah.”

“They were going to have her Meet the Sun, Jake. In front of me. I couldn’t let that happen.” The emotion he felt while sitting in Dimitri’s study crept up on him, as did the vision he had had of her burning in front of him. 

“You must think a lot of her, then.” 

Josh could tell what Jake was trying to do, in his own way. 

“I love her, Jake.” 

There was silence on Jake’s end, but he cut it off by saying, “does she feel the same?”

Josh drew patterns on your bare shoulder as he answered, “she absolutely does.” 

Jake tried to angle his phone away from his face to hide the sniff he made as he took in this information, but Josh heard it anyway. 

“Can I ask you a question now, Jake?” 

“Yeah.”

“What was the first thing you noticed about CiCi?” 

Jake was caught off guard now, not expecting this turn in the conversation. However, he instantly knew the answer.

“Her laugh. I had only been in her bar for about 5 minutes before I heard the most beautiful sound coming from across the room. She was making small talk with some customers and the way she commanded attention without even trying…I was mesmerized.” 

Josh smiled, having not known this little fact before, “and did it sound almost familiar to you?” 

“I suppose so?”

“That’s how I felt the night I met my girl, Jake. The familiarity.” 

“Really?”

“She was supposed to be a target, just a target, just a job. But when I walked into that bar that night, and saw her sitting in the corner, there was something about her. I knew, even if I didn’t want to admit it at the time, that she wasn’t going to be just a job. I didn’t know how or why, but I knew she was going to be something to me. I’ve never looked at a Vampire and felt that way before, and you of all people know that.” 

Jake nodded, “I’m umm…I’m glad you found someone, Josh. I mean that.”

Josh smiled softly, “I appreciate that, and I’m glad you did too.” 

There was another silence between the brothers, but this was a comfortable one. 

“I don’t mean to keep you up, I know the sun should be rising about now…”

“No it's ok, it’s good to hear from you, man. Call whenever you want.” 

“I will…talk to you soon…”

“Talk to you soon, Jake.” 

Jake hung up the phone and put it down before settling back into bed next to CiCi.

“...so, my laugh, huh?” She mumbled as she turned over to look at him. 

“How much of that did you hear?” 

“Enough,” she said before tracing the outline of his nose with her finger. 

Jake playfully rolled his eyes before gathering her in his arms, “go back to sleep.”

“Gladly.” 

To be continued….

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Hate You Too- Sam Kiszka x F!Reader

Summary: Your next door neighbor is absolutely infuriating, hosting obnoxious parties that last all night and pestering you at any given chance. He’s just so annoying that he stays on your mind constantly, or at least that’s what you’ve been telling yourself…After all, when an incident leads the two of you to spend some actual time, he ends up surprising you.

Includes: just some good old enemies to lovers angst, alcohol use, a touch of fluff

Your next door neighbor was a complete asshole. In the five months since he’d moved in, that was the best way to summarize what you’d gathered about him.

You had to admit that the walls of your apartment were unfortunately thin. That meant that whenever Sam threw one of his many parties, you heard all of it from your living room. It was especially chaotic when his brothers and their mutual friend were present.

To make it all worse, he was so unapologetic about the noise and the mess left out front by your door afterwards. If he didn’t come by and pick it all up by the time you got home from work, then you’d definitely have lost it by now. Honestly, you were close to losing it anyway.

Just the other day, you’d been fumbling with your grocery bags and trying to unlock your door. For some reason, Sam decided that it was a great idea to hover and pepper you with questions and other annoyances. He would do that just about every time you ran into him in the hall or getting your mail.

It was such a drastic difference from what you expected when you first met him. God, you could still remember the interaction and it was almost funny how pleasant it went.

You had just gotten home from work when you saw a group of guys around your age carrying in boxes to the apartment next door. The place had been empty since you’d lived there, so looks like this was your first neighbor. Thought gave you a surprising burst of social energy that you didn’t normally have. You decided to head over towards the curly-haired man that just walked outside.

“Hi, I’m Y/N L/N. I live next door,” You grinned and gestured behind you towards your door.

The guy gave you a friendly smile in return and held out a hand for you to shake. “I’m Josh, my little brother Sam is the one moving in. Hey, Sammy!”

You shook Josh’s hand and moments later another guy came outside. This one definitely bearer some resemblance to the one you were speaking to, but he was taller and his hair was longer.

“Hey, I’m Sam Kiszka, it’s great to meet you…” He trailed off.

“Y/N. I was just telling your brother that I live next door. Just thought I’d welcome you to the building and all that good neighborly stuff.” You chuckled, hoping you didn’t sound like you were rambling.

Now that you were actually looking at him and talking to him you noticed that “holy shit, this guy’s attractive”, as your friends commented the first time they saw him.

That was another thing. Sam was…to be completely transparent, he was hot. But he knew it, and that made him too arrogant for your liking. But that wasn’t something he revealed right away.

“Well, I appreciate the welcome. Glad to know I have a friendly neighbor if I need to borrow a cup of sugar,” He smiled at you.

You hated how your heart fluttered like a teenage girl at the simple act, despite the overly corny joke he just made. You elected to brush that feeling off. “Do you guys need any help unpacking or anything? I know it’s getting kind of late.” You offered, steering the conversation back to something relevant.

Sam waved a dismissive hand. “Nah, we’re almost done. Between the four of us, we got it all carried in pretty quick. I should probably introduce you to all of the guys, since they’ll probably be here all the time.”

He led you over to the doorway and you waved to the other two guys unloading boxes in the kitchen. They waved back with friendly smiles.

“Jake, Danny, this is Y/N, my new neighbor. Y/N, that’s Jake, my older brother, and Danny, my best friend.” Sam pointed to a shorter guy that looked like Josh with long hair, and then the taller man with long, curly hair.

“It’s nice to meet you both,” You added, and they returned the sentiment.

“Hey, thanks for being so welcoming. You’ll definitely have to come over for the housewarming party,” Sammy elbowed you lightly with a smirk.

You chuckled and gave him a nod. “Sounds like fun.”

You said your goodbyes so he could finish settling in and returned to your apartment, happy to have a nice person for a new neighbor.

But the invite never came. Sam threw several parties a couple weeks after moving in, but he never said a word to you about them beforehand. Which was completely fine, the two of you were essentially strangers, so you could fully understand why he didn’t invite you.

Then, as time went on, everything got louder and more disruptive, and he started his little routine of pestering you. You came to the conclusion that it was best the two of you avoid each other. Well, until people started wildly beating at your front door.

It was a regular Saturday night, which you had planned to spend rewatching your favorite movie, but then the party next door started. And then guests filled the hall. And then those guests got a little too drunk and a little too rowdy.

As soon as people started slamming against your door, something snapped in you. That was the last straw, and you were tired of being passive. It was honestly inconceivable to you how no one had left a noise complaint to the landlord yet.

In about half a second you were charging into Sam’s living room, absolutely fuming.

“Samuel fucking Kiszka!” You shot daggers as you paced right up to the man in question.

He stood at the counter and didn’t even look up at you as he was grabbing another beer from the fridge. “Actually, my middle name is Francis.”

He wanted to be funny? Fine, then you’d have a delightful little conversation. “Bold of you to own that.”

He quirked an eyebrow as he took a swig. “What’s wrong with Francis?”

You gave him a mockingly innocent look. “…Oh nothing.”

He shrugged. “I’m just going to ignore that implication. Hey! Why don’t you join us?”

Oh my god, he could not be serious.

“I have a better idea, why not get your wasted friends to stop trying to break my fucking door down?” You spat.

He looked a little taken aback by your outburst before letting out a sigh. “Should’ve know better than to even ask.” He muttered under his breath. “Listen, I’ll tell them to rein it in, okay?”

You weren’t sure what the first statement was supposed to mean, but you didn’t really care about that. “Thank you,” You said evenly, and then headed back to your apartment.

Sam was true to his word at least. No sooner than you’d entered your apartment and poured yourself a glass of wine, the noise in the hall stopped. You finally got to enjoy your movie after all.

—————

Maybe you were to mean to Sam last night. This was karma. That was your first thought when you woke up the next morning freezing your ass off. Of course it had to be the dead of winter when your heater decided to die, and you’d let your friends borrow your little space heater for the weekend.

You tried to fix the damn thing, but no luck. Then you tried calling maintenance, but it had snowed considerably last night and they couldn’t make it out to fix the heat.

You were unfortunately snowed in without heat. You piled on as many layers as you could stand and waited it out for a few hours. At least you still had power.

It was just after lunch that you decided you couldn’t take it anymore. You called your mom to ask for advice, but she gave you quite possibly the worst suggestion imaginable.

“Listen, honey, I know he bothers you, but maybe go ask that neighbor of yours if he has an extra heater?”

“Absolutely not, Mom! I had to go yell at him last night because he had people over and it got out of hand again.” You scoffed.

She chuckled quietly over the phone. “I know you’re annoyed, but it could be better to apologize than sit there in your winter coat for who knows how many more hours.”

You pursed your lips together with frustration. “Okay, I’ll think about it. Love you, Mom.”

After you’d hung up, you surprised yourself and actually thought about the idea. No way. You weren’t going to do it.

He was rude, and you got pissy when you were around him. It would be a terrible plan. He definitely wouldn’t let you in, for starters. And if he did, there’s no way he’d let you borrow a heater, as if people just casually have several heaters for one average-sized apartment.

Then you sneezed and snot started running down your nose, and you decided that you didn’t want to play that game.

Stuffing away your pride, you cleaned your face off and headed to the door. You stood in the hall for a few moments to prepare yourself to suck it up and apologize and then ask for help. This was humiliating.

To you shock, Sam answered seconds after you knocked. He took in your overly clothed appearance with a chuckle. “Cold?”

You wanted to snark back at him, but stopped yourself with a pained smile. “A little chilly, yeah. Listen, I wanted to come over and apologize for yelling yesterday…and to see if you by chance had a spare heater?”

Now that made him fully laugh. “Using me for my heater, huh?”

“No, no, no!” You held up your hands defensively. “Well, yes, but I also do feel bad about last night. I was harsh.”

He folded his arms and smirked. “Yeah, you were pretty harsh.”

You couldn’t stop the eye roll his response provoked. “I was a bitch, I get it, but do you have another heater or not?”

“Well, I only have the one heater…but you’re welcome to hang out here until they get the heat back on.”

You blinked at him, stunned. “What?”

“I said you’re welcome to stay if you’re tired of sitting in your cold apartment.” He stepped aside to give you room to enter. “It’s pretty toasty in here.”

“O-oh, okay…thanks.” You nodded, slightly confused as you stepped inside.

You weren’t sure what exactly was happening right now, but the wave of heat that hit you as soon as you entered felt go nice for you to contemplate things too much. Sam pointed out the coat rack for you to shed some layers and headed to the kitchen.

“Want some coffee?” He called out as he poured himself a cup.

“Um, sure, coffee would be great.” You smiled sheepishly. This was possibly the most uncomfortable encounter you’d had in your life.

“You can change the channel on tv if you want. I really don’t care what’s on. Just make yourself at home and all that.” He added dismissively, as if the two of you hung out often and didn’t dislike each other.

The last thing you’d ever expected was to end up in Sam’s living room. Now he was serving you coffee and asking you what you wanted to watch on tv. To top it all off, he seemed so unbothered but the awkward silence.

Awkward silences genuinely freaked you out. You had to say something. At least two episodes of Friends had passed, and not a word between the two of you.

You asked the first question you could think of before your mind could stop you.

“Hey so what did you mean by that thing you said last night? About how you ‘shouldn’t have even asked me to stay at the party’?”

Sam looked briefly startled before shrugging. “Oh, we’ll I figured you didn’t want to since I sent Jake to invite you to the first one and you said no, that parties weren’t your thing.”

Now it was your turn to look startled. “Jake never asked me to come over. I haven’t talked to him since the night you moved in.”

Maybe trying to start conversation wasn’t the best plan. Now both of you were staring at each other in confused silence as you processed what was going on, or rather what didn’t happen.

Sam was the first to speak again. “I swear I told him to go down the hall to the right on the night of the housewarming party. He claimed a girl answered and turned him down on the offer.”

Well, you did live down the hall to the right, so that didn’t quite add up. “He must’ve talked to someone else then. There’s a girl across the hall from me? Maybe he went there?”

Sam thought for a minute, then something seemed to click. “You know, he did seem a little buzzed when I sent him on that mission. Fuck, who am I kidding? He was probably just drunk, there was tequila out.”

You chuckled and he soon joined in. The funniest part was that it no longer felt odd to be laughing with him.

“Sorry about that, Y/N. I promise I did have the intention of inviting you,” He laughed.

You waved a hand at him. “No, really it’s all right. I mean, it was your party, you didn’t even have to invite me in the first place.”

“So, are they your thing?”

“Huh?”

“Parties. You said the girl across the hall doesn’t go out much, but what about you? Would you have showed?” He asked, just seeming generally curious.

“I don’t know, probably. I mean, I didn’t know how annoying your parties could get at that point so I might’ve showed.” You gave him a small, mischievous grin and sipped your coffee.

He feigned hurt. “You wound me, Y/N.”

“Maybe invite me to a party, and I wouldn’t have to be so mean.”

He gave you a real smile this time, one that made your heart do a strange, almost imperceptible flutter. “Okay, I will next time.”

“Well, okay then.” You smiled back, cheeks warming slightly.

And then everything was fine. The tension had melted, and casual banter floated through the room as the rest of the evening went by. Last night you hated the man, but now…now talking to him made you feel fine. No, you were actually enjoying yourself.

Maybe Sam Kiszka wasn’t all that bad after all.

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Boys of Summer - Part 1

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader, Josh Kiszka x f!reader

Enemies to lovers

Summary: It’s the summer of 1986 and you find yourself starting your first job on your own. You were drawn to the beaches of Ocean City in search of a new start, expecting to fill the days enjoying whatever the coastal town had to offer. You find yourself thrown into a world you couldn’t have anticipated and the memories made were sure to last a lifetime. 

Word count: 8k

A/N: This is it, guys. I finally pulled it together for this. I had endless support and help to create this project. It wouldn’t exist without these girls @josiee-gvf @allieboop . I give so much credit to @allieboop for helping me with this. Everything from the title idea, putting together the header and helping with plot ideas. She’s a true gem ❤️  (seriously go checkout her blog and read everything on there ASAP!!)

Hope you guys enjoy it! Any feedback is greatly appreciated!! I seriously love to hear your thoughts and feeling on these things! I’m so excited to continue working on this!

**Everything written here is intended to be read as complete fiction with utmost respect for the real people these characters may be based on. I do not know the guys personally and don’t intend for this to reflect on them as real people in any way.

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*Before you read this! The new, updated and revised version of this chapter is HERE!*

   

The tightly cramped dimly-lit room you were in was filled with an assortment of various shaped and sized cardboard boxes and plastic crates stacked nearly up to the ceiling. Most of the boxes still had their labels so you were able to read what was inside of them while you sat through the minutes of uncomfortable silence. It became apparent that this room seemed to act as an overflow storage option for everything and anything including items from plastic drinking straws to white linens that had never been used. 

You tried to prepare for the heat of summer by being dressed in the white tank top and cotton shorts, but it still wasn’t giving you much relief from the heavy humid, stagnant air as the material clung to your tacky skin. The recognizable faint hint of mold mixing with the thick cloud of cigarette smoke assaulted your nostrils. You did your best not to make your wincing noticeable while you quickly filled out the sheets of paperwork that were given to you. 

    This was only your second time in this tiny office of the well-known restaurant. The first time was a little less than a month ago when you were called in for your interview with the owner. You had spent several weeks, if not months looking for a new summer job now that you had graduated college. There had been an overwhelming need to finally get away from your overbearing parents. Sure, they were loving and for the most part, supportive, but you were more than grateful that you had been able to live on campus throughout the last four years. 

Now, this was your chance to be independent, even if they decided to fight you every step of the way. They continuously told you that moving here was a terrible idea-that only drug addicts and high-school dropouts work summer jobs on the beach. They also dug in on the fact that their hard-earned money to put you through college should give you a “real job”. 

    When they realized that you weren’t going to budge on the idea of moving out, hours away from home-they gave you the ultimatum. You could stay with them while you searched for a more suitable job or they were going to cut you off entirely. You weren’t surprised by this. Honestly, you had seen it coming for a long time. With your decision made, the reality of it starting to set in scared the shit out of you. You had depended on them for everything your entire life, and now it was your chance to sink or swim. You’d be damned if you were going to run back with your tail between your legs now. 

If you were truly being honest with yourself, you hadn’t lived life to the fullest the past few years. To everyone around you, you were known for always putting your studies over everything else. The priority was sticking your nose in your books, especially when it came to your social life. During that time, you desperately yearned for the freedom that came with living on your own and having your job. Sure, you had worked a few summer jobs in the town where you grew up. They were part-time gigs like being a lifeguard at the community pool or scooping ice cream for children on the weekends. 

Recently, the fact you had grown apart from childhood friends was starting to set in, and it was obvious that there wasn’t anything holding you down to your hometown anymore. A fresh start to meet new people was something you had been contemplating and dreaming about for a while. Although, now that you were here stuck in this ridiculously small office, waitressing for the first time in a tourist trap of a beachfront bar was not as glamorous as one would have initially thought. 

Even if the thought now disgusted you, you were thankful that you decided to wear a lower-cut shirt than normal when you interviewed for this position. Truthfully, the choice was because of the unrelenting summer heat and not to impress a potential employer. It happened to pay off in the end from the mere fact the owner was a balding middle-aged man that was known for hiring pretty younger women. It was evident as soon as you walked in that the requirements were probably based on looks and not so much on the waitressing capabilities you may or may not have. Despite your nervousness at the time, the interview went as smoothly as it could have gone and you were hired right on the spot.

It had taken you about two weeks to find a place to live in the area, pack up your life and say your goodbyes to your family and the few friends that had managed to stick around you the last couple of years. 

It was your official first day and the owner’s wife, Marge, was tapping away on the office desk with her exceptionally long hot pink acrylic nails-which expertly matched her bold lip color-as you finished writing your signature at the bottom of the necessary paperwork that was standard for starting any new job. Initially, she didn’t strike you as the restaurant owner type, rather she might have just married into it for money knowing who  her husband was. Her large designer sunglasses perched up in her blown-out red hair, clearly maintained to her liking and newest styles any time she pleased.

“I think that about finishes up the tax paperwork for you, hun.” She hummed as she smacked around a piece of gum on her cheek. “Thanks for all the patience. Ed is usually the one that handles this with new hires.”

“It’s no problem for me.” You insisted with the friendliest tone. 

“If I could find anything in this damn office.” She huffed and cursed under her breath as she dug haphazardly through the metal filing cabinets stowed underneath the desk. “I’ll just have to ask him where he puts the name tags when he comes in tonight.”

“Oh, That’s fine!” You beamed, making sure to give a full, enthusiastic smile. Despite your best efforts, it didn’t cut through the awkwardness when she didn’t reciprocate the gesture. 

“Let me just look at the schedule today.” She sighed as she popped her gum into a small bubble between her front teeth. She scooted back on the rolling chair and turned to pull the paper schedule that was tacked onto the corkboard behind her. You shifted restlessly on the chair as she scanned over the sheet with the cigarette hanging loosely on the corner of her lips. “Now bear with me, hun. Looks like I’m going to have to pair you up with Josh today.”

You gave her a soft smile in response to her concerned look when she pulled her gaze from the paper sitting on the desk. The news was unexpected, surprising to you even that they had a guy working here since it seemed that most of the staff working the floor were women. 

“Don’t worry about it. He’s a sweet kid, but he… can be a little much sometimes.” She gave a pained, tight smile that didn’t offer you the most reassurance at the moment. “Just take in what you can and if you have any questions just let Ed or I know, okay?

“I’m sure he will be fine.” You had tried to keep your confidence up the best you could, but it was starting to waver with each passing minute you spent with this woman. She seemed somewhat friendly based on your first impression but there was something about her that kept you on edge. You could chalk it up to the anxiety of it being your first day, but you knew deep down she had the potential to make your life hell if she decided to. 

“We’ll see.” Marge sucked her teeth as she collected the pages you had previously signed and stuck them inside a fresh Manila folder. She pulled out a separate packet and leaned forward over the desk to hand it to you. “This is the employee booklet. It has all the policies, scheduling, insurance information, and uniform and dress code.”

After you grabbed the packet from her hand, she took the opportunity to look over you-scanning up and down your body which made you instantly uncomfortable, causing you to shift in the stiff metal chair. She didn’t have to say anything based on the expression that was plastered across her face alone. She gave a dissatisfied hum as she lifted herself from the office chair and extinguished her finished cigarette in the glass ashtray that was overflowing with butts on the desk. 

“That will be fine for today,” she motioned to your outfit with a single nod of her chin. “You can wear one of the company shirts or a bathing suit top. The girls do find that they get better tips with the bikini though. It’s up to you, hun.”

You only gave a nod in response at the suggestion. The idea of wearing a bikini top as part of your work uniform only added to your looming anxiety. Were you going to be a good fit for this place? Or were you going to stick out the moment you started?

Marge escorted you out of the office, scooting past with a sway of her hips with the implication that you were to follow her into the dining area of the restaurant. It was only late morning, still about an hour before the doors were opened for business. More staff had started to fill the building since you arrived nearly thirty minutes ago as they bustled about getting prepared for the lunch shift. 

The Queen’s Anchor was a well-established hotspot in Ocean City with its beautiful beachfront property and prized water access that attracted the many boat goers throughout the season. It had many competitors with other flourishing businesses set up along the shoreline, but the place was always bustling with activity from beginning to end with each summer season. You were extremely grateful that you were given the chance to work here assuming that the line was out the door for the same position, even if you were on the bottom of the totem pole. 

During the day one could find themselves enjoying a delicious meal while staring out into the ocean waves, but it would quickly transform into a wild party scene as drinks started to flow from the bar as night hours began to set on the horizon. 

The decor showed how much the owners played into a pirate-like theme with anchors adorning the walls, rope barriers separating sections, random wooden barrels placed throughout the floor, and dark wooden accents within the interior of the place. It might be tacky to some, but you cherished every little detail as you walked behind Marge. 

You heard the scene before you saw it as you both walked around the corner into the open deck area that led onto the sandy beach. You heard someone singing very loudly over the faint sound of “Escape” by Rupert Homes playing through the speakers.

If you like piña coladas

and getting caught in the rain

if you you’re not into yoga

If you have half a brain

The man that was singing was facing away from you, using a ketchup bottle as a microphone while dancing in front of two women that had dropped their smiles as soon as they noticed your presence. Clearly being caught in the moment, he didn’t seem to catch the change in their demeanor as he hit the next line. 

“If you like makin’ love at midnight!” He boomed  in an incredibly powerful falsetto as he whipped around to face you and Marge. His voice caught the second he opened his eyes and made contact with you. A bright pink shade flushed instantly across his cheeks. The red, plastic ketchup bottle being used as a makeshift microphone quickly disappeared out of sight behind this back.

Your new employer did not seem to share the same amusement as the others as she stood stiff with her arms crossed over her chest. 

“Now I hope your little concert performance wasn’t on my dime, Joshua.” She sneered with another snap of her gum within her teeth. This was Josh. The man you were going to train with for your first day.

“No, ma’am. I wouldn’t dream of it.” Josh smirked to himself while looking down at the floor as if he was being scolded like a child that had just been caught breaking the rules. It was only for a brief moment before he glanced up at you, flashing a wink and half smile. It happened so quickly that you weren’t sure if you saw it correctly. 

Nonetheless, the action made you blush an even brighter shade than the one that was sported on Josh’s cheeks. He looked back to Marge, giving you the chance to take in the sight of him more thoroughly. 

He wasn’t tall by any means but he still stood with an air of confidence in his posture. His hair served as a recognizable, stand-out feature for him. The loose, sandy brown curls framed his face. They sat fluffed up on the crown of his head and draped down the back of his neck.

The sleeves of the issued company white t-shirt that had their signature anchor logo displayed on the front were rolled up to showcase the lean muscles of his tanned arms. The bright, red polyester shorts sat high up on his thighs, revealing his toned legs dragging your eyes down to the worn, stained white high-top Reeboks. A red canvas fanny pack that matched his shorts hung comfortably on his hip and a pair of black aviator sunglasses were folded onto the front of his shirt. 

“Well, when you’re finished flirting your way out of side work-“ Marge peaked around and glared at the women behind him, “I have you set up to train our new hire for the day.” Josh only stood nodding along while the girls snickered loudly to themselves. 

Their rude and obnoxious  laughter only added to your discomfort that was building through the awkward interaction. Sensing this, he pulled the corners of his mouth into another charming toothy grin to show a set of beautiful pearly-white teeth. It was a fleeting action before his tongue peaked out and he tugged his bottom lip between his teeth.

“It would be my pleasure!” He cheered with an audible clap of his hands. 

“I’m sure it would, Joshua.” She huffed, spinning on her feet to walk away from the two of you. “Don’t do anything stupid and embrass the poor girl. And get back to work! We open the doors in forty-five!” She belted now that she was a good distance away towards the direction of the office. 

“I’m sure you figured out that I’m Josh.” He chuckled, walking over and extending a hand out for the greeting. 

“I did. I’m-“ you reached your hand out in response and was immediately cut off by the woman with short brunette hair that was standing behind him. 

“Don’t even bother, greenhorn.” She snipped, not only interrupting you but nearly knocking into your shoulder as she walked past with her plastic bin of rolled silverware. 

“I’d give it a week, Kat.” The blonde giggled as she eyed you up and down in a similar manner to how Marge looked at you minutes before. 

“Be nice, Becky.” Josh threatened, although she didn’t seem to take it seriously. She followed the brunette’s steps, leaving you alone with him. 

“What’s a greenhorn?” Your voice cracked through the question despite how hard you tried to maintain your composure. You anticipated having to earn a lot of respect but the unexpected rudeness from your new coworkers threw you off completely. 

“It just means that you’re new. I’m pretty sure it’s something usually said by sailors, but it just stuck here. They all probably take it way too seriously though. Don’t sweat and take it to heart, okay?” Josh gave you a playful nudge to the shoulder, already breaking through the tension and easing your tense nerves. “I think it was three seasons before anyone bothered calling me by my actual name.”

“Really? That sounds awful.” 

“It’s not really that bad once you get used to it.” He sighed with a pass of his fingers through his tousled hair.

“I’m sorry you got stuck training me today.” You weren’t sure why you felt the need to apologize given that it was completely out of your control. Perhaps it was the other girl's reactions and treatment to you  that made you feel like you were a burden to him. He didn’t seem bothered in the slightest as you fidgeted with your fingers.

“Are you kidding?! I get to hang out with a pretty girl AND get a free meal.” 

“You do?” You did your best to ignore his flirting, or what thought might be flirting with Marge’s remark a few minutes beforehand fresh in your mind. It had been longer than you thought since the last time you spoke to another guy. 

“Totally! See? You come with perks, Greenie.” You weren’t sure how to feel about the new given nickname given the meaning behind it. He threw a soft elbow into your arm and paired it with another wink. This time you definitely caught it and the sight made your heart race in your chest. “That’s pretty bitchin’ in my humble opinion.” 

“Greenie? My name is-“

“Ah ah! Gotta make it through the whole shift. Part of the whole initiation and everything.” He wagged a finger at you while he backed away towards the counter where the other bins of silverware sat.

“I know that’s not true.” You joined in with his laughter while grabbing the other bin. 

“Oh you calling me a liar?”

———

You had spent the following thirty minutes with Josh as he rambled through the barrage of information regarding your job. You did your best to grasp everything you possibly could but his many tangents off topic made it unbelievably difficult. Under a different circumstance you might be annoyed by it, but his high energy and charm made it impossible to stay frustrated. You quickly picked up on why they had placed him on the floor to interact with customers. 

He graced you with physical touch whenever possible and you realized that it was an absentminded tendency of his. As if he just wanted to add another layer of connection to the person he was talking to. His fingers would grab your shoulder or brush across your forearm when he laughed. 

Talking to guys was never your strongest point, if you were straight up avoiding them all together throughout your life. You only had a prom date senior year because your best friend insisted for months on setting you up with someone. The idea of a relationship or dating never really interested you while you were in college.

Standing here listening to Josh go over side work duties, you thought to yourself that the moments that could be considered flirting was simply due to his outgoing personality. He was simply just being friendly and trying to make you comfortable on your first day. At least that’s what you repeated in your head each time his soft brown eyes connected with yours.

——-

After going over some of your job’s responsibilities, Josh led you both outside to the beach deck of the restaurant. You had seen it briefly in passing when you first toured the building after your interview, but you didn’t take the time to take in any of the details. There was a massive outdoor bar that stood in the center of the outdoor area and was lined with stools that sunk into the soft sand. 

Even though no other staff you passed caught your attention, the man working behind the bar snagged it immediately. He had a metal bar shaker in his hands to mix a drink while he was deep in conversation with a guy you assumed was a bar back, since he was dumping a load of ice into one of the wells. 

His long brown hair was pulled back in a bun that sat at the base of his neck, loose enough that random pieces had already started to fall from it and frame his face. You took note of the small braids placed through the locks. 

He was dressed in a cream-colored button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Although, he had only managed to close the few bottom buttons, exposing the silver medallion that hung from a thin chain as it draped across his golden-tanned chest. 

You transfixed as he finished shaking the beverage, taking note of the fluid, calculated movements as he strained the bright orange liquid into an ice filled glass. The movement of his arms made you notice his multiple tattoos and you could vaguely make out the outline of an anchor on his forearm. 

You couldn’t decipher the conversation he was having, but you saw him laugh when his lips pulled into a beaming smile. The bands of metal jewelry and braided rope bracelet adorning his wrists caught your attention as well. He disappeared out of your view to reach into the cooler for a few seconds to retrieve a tray.  As soon as he plucked it between his fingers and placed the vibrant fruit garnish on the rim, his eyes flitted up to you to catch your blatant staring. His expression immediately dropped as his thick brows furrowed at the sight of you.

“Hello! Greenie! Earth to Greenie!” Josh waved his hand and snapped fingers multiple times in front of your face, instantly pulling you out of the daze to face him. “I swear this happens every time.”

“Huh?”

“When you’re done checking out my twin we have tables to set up.” Josh huffed as he walked over to a nearby table to begin turning the metal handle to open up the large umbrella.

“Twin?” You flushed hot with embarrassment from his blatant accusation. You weren’t even aware that you were staring as much as you did, but the moment he said the word, your brain instantly put together the resemblances between the two men.

“I can’t believe I’m already forgetting that you’re new.” He let out a burst of soft laughter as he shook his head, making the mane of curls bounce with the movement. “Yes. Jake is my twin.”

“Oh.” You muttered while your mind continued to reel from the new information. “And I wasn’t checking him out.” You’d be the luckiest person alive if he was going to buy your weak denial. 

“Please. You were practically undressing him with your eyes for like a solid minute.” For the second time today your face flushed pink. Josh didn’t notice your bashful state while he continued to open up the rest of the umbrellas. 

“My only advice is that you just don’t bug him. Even if he looks like he’s in a good mood, he’s probably not.” You would have questioned further on why he said that, but in all honesty you weren’t sure if you wanted to know why. 

“I wasn’t going to.” You allowed your confusion to coat the words as they mumbled past your lips and you realized you were talking to yourself when you spotted Josh walking across the wooden boat dock. 

——

You finished up helping Josh set up the rest of the deck tables in time for service with a few minutes to spare. Within a short amount of time, he asked a series of questions that fell into the category of small talk. You didn’t mind, grateful that he was being friendly and never allowing an awkward silence to fall between you.

He was able to keep most of your attention but your eyes did wander every so often over to Jake as he was busy setting up the bar. You took note as waitresses, bar backs, dishwashers and even when Marge popped in to chat with him. Jealousy of the confidence and comfort he exuded with every movement he made was beginning to wash over you. 

You wouldn’t have another chance to think more on it due to the influx of customers filling the restaurant at a steady pace as soon as lunch shift began. Boats coming in from the bay started to tie up at the dock while hostesses began seating groups throughout the tables on the deck. Thankfully, Josh had remembered to grab a pad and pens along with a green fanny pack during the chaos, matching the red one he wore at his waist.

He only gave you the instruction of writing down orders while he greeted the customers with you following in tow. He explained that today he was only concerned with you watching and learning how things worked and that tomorrow he would be the one following you around. 

If you didn’t think he was charismatic before, you were definitely enamored from the charm as he conversed with customers. They were drawn to him just as much as you were within minutes of his greeting. As he spoke, you scrambled to write orders down, abandoning all hope of making your handwriting neat and notes organized. You immediately noticed that he was choosing not to write anything down on his own pad, placing complete trust in you. Even with the added pressure, he guided you through each order, taking his time between each customer so you had a chance to scribble away.

“We just got our first bar order so go ahead and take this-“ Josh began as he tore off the pink carbon copy slip underneath from the rest of the pad, “and hand it to Jake so he can start this while we grab the other drinks.”

The warning Josh had given to you regarding approaching Jake had flooded into your mind once again. His reassuring pat on your shoulder wasn’t enough to cut through the intimidation you felt from Jake and you hadn’t even been properly introduced yet.

You took a deep breath into your lungs and padded across the deck and over the soft sand, adjusting to how your shoe-covered feet sunk deeper with each step. You saw Jake leaned over the bar, resting his elbows across the waxed wooden surface. He was chatting with a beautiful blonde woman that was dressed in a neon yellow and hot pink bathing suit that was covered in an array of zigzag patterns. You couldn’t help but glance at her form, catching how the high cut of the leg and scoop neckline showed off her fit body. You fought desperately within yourself for anything that could distract you from the scene unfolding before you. The song “Red, Red Wine” by UB40 was playing over the speakers, joining in with the already drunken chatter of people enjoying their summer vacation.

Red, red wine, stay close to me

Don't let me be alone

It's tearing apart my blue heart

 

You weren’t sure where it came from, but another wave of jealousy flushed through you as you watched him shamelessly flirt with her and seeing how much she giggled at every little thing he said. Your eyes locked onto how his tongue swept across his bottom lip, a mannerism he shared with his brother, in concentration while she spoke. It was as if you were witnessing a spell being cast or maybe the enchantment of a siren luring in another victim with its song. It was borderline obnoxious how everything was unfolding. 

During their conversation, he pulled a pen that was tucked behind his ear and started to write on one of the bar napkins, and slid it over to her when he was finished. She beamed in excitement from the action before sipping down the sickeningly sweet frozen cocktail he must have just made for her. 

When the minutes passed and it was becoming abundantly clear he wasn’t interested in helping you, or even acknowledging your presence as you stood at the bar holding the drink orders for you tables. Knowing that Josh was by himself fetching the rest of the drinks, you cleared your throat loud enough for Jake to finally hear you.

If looks could kill-you would be buried six feet under the sand when Jake broke away from the gorgeous blonde to look at you. After a few seconds of glaring, he turned and leaned in to whisper something in the woman’s ear before sauntering over with overwhelming distaste towards the end of the bar where you were still standing. His body language made you incredibly uneasy with each agonizingly slow step he took.

“Hey, Jake. I have-“ before you could continue your thought, he plucked the bar ticket out your hand with a swift motion. He scanned over your writing for barely a second and then looked back at you. 

“What is this?” He snipped and the words cut through with an unexpected harsh tone, hearing his voice for the first time. Thoughts swirled around in your head of what you possibly could have done to already upset him. You replayed your actions over and over to catch where you went wrong. 

“Uhm,” you swallowed harshly as the sweat started to bead across your forehead and back to your neck. “It’s a bar ticket?”

“You don’t sound so sure.” He scoffed with humorless laughter as he planted his palms on the bar top, instantly making you feel small in his presence. 

“No…I mean, yes it is.” You corrected yourself and looked behind your shoulder and gestured, “Josh told me to come over here.”

“So you’re Josh’s greenhorn today.” You could have sworn you saw him roll his eyes with the remark. It wasn’t a question but rather a statement that you weren’t sure how to respond to. What was this guy’s problem?

“Yes. My name is-“

“Honestly, I don’t really care. Just tell Josh that he needs to teach you how to write in a bar order because this isn’t it, love.” 

Now you were seeing red as anger started to seep through you. Sure, you could handle him not liking or befriending you, but not him belittling you for no reason struck a nerve. There were a million things you could have said back to him, but now in the moment your mind failed to come up with anything coherent. 

“I, I-“

“A margarita? Do you even know if it’s on the rocks or frozen? What kind of tequila? Do they want a rim? We have about ten different margaritas on our menu alone. It’s just clear to me you don’t know how to do this job.” He pressed one finger on the paper and pushed the bar ticket across the counter back towards you.

“I’m sorry, Jake.” You whispered, the barely audible words catching in your throat. You looked down at the now crumpled slip in front of you, unable to look at him. Tears were starting to collect in your eyes, threatening to spill over onto your sweaty, flushed cheeks. 

“Go back and try again.” He scoffed. “I swear, If Ed started hiring women that actually knew how to do their fucking job for once.”  Jake mumbled with his back now turned to you while he already started to greet another bar patron, cutting off the interaction between you two entirely. 

You couldn’t bear to stand there for another second longer and took off in the direction of the server station where you thought Josh might be. Your vision had clouded from the pooling hot tears that had begun to stream down your face. You made it inside the restaurant but realized you weren’t familiar with the layout yet as customers pushed past you in all directions. Panic started to set in with how your first day was falling apart just as quickly as it began and was now becoming a complete disaster. 

“Whoa, Whoa! Greenie!” Josh panted, working to catch his breath when he finally caught up to you. “What’s going on?”

“I, I tried to get the d-drinks, bu-but he-he said-” The stammering of your words wasn't coming out in any coherent manner as you desperately tried to collect yourself through your flustered state. “Josh, I’m so sorry!”

“Shhhhh, slow down, okay?  Take a deep breath for me.” He cooed, holding your cheeks between his palms only for a minute, causing you to look in his warm brown eyes before his hands rested on your shoulders. They revealed a clear look of concern and confusion as he scanned over your face. He watched patiently as you took the time to calm your frantic breathing down.

“Jake got mad that I didn’t write the ticket the right way.” The sniffles in combination with saying everything aloud made you feel childish. 

“He said that?” Josh huffed in disbelief. 

“Well, not in that nice of a way.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake. Hold on. Go take a break. I’ll go handle this.” Before you could convince him otherwise, Josh was jogging back towards the outside deck. 

You felt dumb and pathetic that you couldn’t manage to complete a basic task like putting in a simple drink order. Maybe Jake was right about the fact you couldn’t do this job. You didn’t look the part in comparison to the other girls, and it was becoming obvious you couldn’t keep up with them either.

 Now that Josh left you alone for the second time, you weren’t sure what you should be doing with yourself. You started to feel like a liability at this point and it was possible that you were coming in between twin brothers with unnecessary drama within the first few hours of being here. The lingering thought of ditching everything with working here weaseled its way into your mind and looked more enticing with each minute. 

You were ashamed to admit that Jake had stripped any confidence you might have had in yourself today within mere seconds. Every passing glance from staff and even the customers was making you feel uneasy as the anxiety brewed within you. It was only when Josh tapped you on the shoulder and welcomed you with his comforting, beaming smile that you were able to finally calm yourself down. 

Without another word on the issue or even a mention of Jake at all, Josh took over writing orders down so you could simply watch the process and take in what you needed. You were only to act as his shadow for the next few hours, and he never pushed you to do more than what you were comfortable with. His bubbling personality fueled your new uplifted mood and you even found yourself laughing along at his ridiculous jokes and antics in no time. It didn’t even appear that he was making a point to cheer you up, he was just being him as far as you could tell.

———-

The afternoon seemed to fly by and you had spent the remaining hour of your first shift helping Josh as he walked you through each one of the closing side work duties.you picked up on his habit of rambling on more than he needed, nodding along as he talked emphatically with his hands. It was all mindless and monotonous work, but it helped bring some eleviate to the new-found stress you were experiencing.

You didn’t expect the idea when you arrived today but you were quickly warming up to Josh faster than you anticipated, usually holding on to some reserve when it came to meeting new people in your life. He worked effortlessly to break through the many walls you normally put up around you, whether he was truly aware of it or not. 

You didn’t dare press the topic again, but he didn’t question what happened between Jake and you, and definitely avoided mentioning what happened when he decided to “handle it”. Even though your mood had improved tenfold, you were still too afraid to look in the direction of the bar, much less go up to it once again. Deep within your mind you accepted that you were going to have to work through whatever issue you had with him at some point, but today wasn’t that day. 

Josh gave you simple instructions to take the bag of linens to the back alley while he hauled racks of glassware, which meant walking through the dining area and into the kitchen. There was a moment of hesitation in his voice but you insisted you could manage the task as you swung the heavy mesh bag containing all the rags used throughout the shift. You made your way around the corner before you were halted in your steps, knocking into someone exiting the kitchen door. 

“What the fuck?!” a male voice hissed and the string of curses flowed as citrus fruits tumbled onto the ground from the sudden impact of your bodies. After regaining your awareness from the collision, your eyes refocused to see Jake bending down to pick up the limes and lemons that were rolling around on the floor to toss them back in the basket he had tucked under his arm. The angle of him kneeling in front of you gave a new view of his bare chest, open from his unbuttoned shirt, causing your eyes to catch on the silver medallion hanging from his neck. The distraction was dissolved instantly the second his eyes, completely filled with frustration and impatience, shot up to meet yours. 

“I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed, eager to help him gather up the rest of the fruit that scattered everywhere. He shooed you off in irritation before you were able to offer any of your assistance.

“Do you not understand how the doors work either?” He sighed as he straightened back up to a standing position. 

“It was an accident.” You blurted out in the meekest voice, regretting that you revealed so much weakness to him. 

“You should be thankful I wasn’t carrying anything dangerous. Just pay attention to what the fuck you’re doing.” He snipped as brushed out the wrinkles of his flowy shirt. Here he was scolding you again and the constant reprimanding felt like daggers cutting right to your self-esteem. 

“What is your problem with me? I just don’t get why you already hate me so much.” You were surprised by your own boldness at sticking up for yourself. Holding on to that boldness, even if it was a struggle, you were able to make eye-contact with him again, catching the glint in his eye as he only grinned mockingly in response. It was so cocky that you wanted nothing more than to smack the smug look off his face. 

“See, that’s where you’re wrong. I would have to care about you in order for me to hate you, greenhorn. Just be grateful I’m giving you solid advice.” He gave a disapproving nod and followed it with a patronizing pat on your shoulder before walking away, leaving you standing alone in utter disbelief. 

You had never encountered anyone so blatantly rude and arrogant in your entire life. Admittedly, your people-pleasing tendencies had driven you to find out why he decided to treat you this way. Maybe it was the way he treated everyone, but the image of him flirting with the blonde bombshell from earlier flashed in your mind. The tears started to well up once again, now fueled by anger rather than sheer embarrassment you felt earlier. 

Your clouded judgment made you forget to check out with Marge at the end of your shift. You left Josh hanging with your absence, but you couldn’t handle one more second of being in the same building as Jake. You collected your belongings from the lockers and bolted out the back doors into the sweltering summer heat.

There was a feeling of instant relief- as if a giant weight had been lifted when you walked across the asphalt towards your car. It was never hard for you to spot, the recognizable orange paint of your ‘77 Ford Pinto always stuck out to you. It was one of the few gifts that your parents gave you that you cherished with every fiber of your being.

As you approached, your eyes caught the yellow envelope slipped under the wiper blade that secured it in place to your windshield. Your heart sank as you peeled it out from the grasp of the metal blade. Just as you suspected, PARKING VIOLATION in bold red letters were printed across the top, confirming your fear. Today was truly a day from hell for you. Not only were you flat broke from your recent move down here, you didn’t make any money from training, and now you were out of pocket for a parking ticket. Letting out a deep frustrated sigh, you popped open the driver side door to allow the wave of scorching hot air to escape the cab of your Pinto.

You were beyond defeated, slumping into the seat without letting the interior of your car cool off. You let your head hit the headrest and closed your eyes, desperate for an act of mercy. The sudden tapping on the passenger side window nearly made you jump right out of your seat, startling you. It was Josh, making your stomach flip with guilt that you left him without warning. 

“Hey, I was wondering what happened to you. You do know you have to clock out first?” He laughed as he jumped onto the passenger seat.

“Yeah, sorry.” You grumbled as you wiped the sheen of sweat that was collecting on your face with your forearm. 

“Don’t sweat it. I covered for you with Marge, too.” Josh teased. Instead of sitting normally, he tucked a leg underneath him and faced you in the seat.

“Really? I’m so sorry.” The image of her reprimanding him for your irresponsible actions flashed in your mind and guilt washed over you. 

“Don’t be.” You peeled your eyes away from your fingers that were fidgeting with the paper to glance over to him to see him smiling at you, cheeks full and pink from their time in the sun. Again, he was scanning over to gauge your body language and get a sense of what was really going on with you. “You okay?”

“I got a parking ticket.” Your weakened voice cracked, overwhelmed and humiliated by the admittance of your poor decision making skills. Despite everything, you let yourself break into a fit of laughter from your demise. “It’s like the last thing I need right now.”

“Here, let me take it.” Josh tugged the envelope out of your hand, folding it in half and leaned back to stick in the pocket of his shorts. 

“Josh, I need that back so I can pay it.” You reached forward to grab it back from him and he swatted your hand away.

“I’ll take care of it.” He patted your leg, giving a gentle squeeze around your knee with the last pat of his palm. 

“No, I don’t want you paying for my parking ticket.” You waved your hands in protest at the idea. The last thing you wanted was for him to feel guilted into helping you. “Plus you don’t even know my name.”

He just sat there staring at you, pulling in his bottom lip back between his teeth before extending his hand out again. 

“Josh.” You snorted from the silly gesture, but gave in without much hesitation and placed a hand in his, taking note how soft and warm it was wrapped around yours. 

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He kept your hand in his for a few extra moments longer than necessary and the delicate touch made your heart flutter. Your stubborness and better judgment made you push the feeling away as fast as you could. “You should come tonight.”

“Huh?” Making your confusion known and you wondered if you had missed something. 

“We are having a bonfire tonight on the beach. You should come.”

“I don't know…” you protested, shaking your head violently at the suggestion. 

“Stop that. You deserve to have fun tonight. Here, let me give you my number.” Josh insisted and started to  dig around for a pen. 

“Is Jake going to be there?” The question made him halt his movements.

“Uh, well. Yeah, probably. Don’t worry about him though.”

“Josh, he was awful to me today.” The shaky sigh huffed from your chest let him know just how badly Jake affected you. His goofy smile flattered for a second before he pulled it back up in an effort to comfort you.

“I know. Listen, he can be a real prick sometimes and didn’t I tell you that I handled it? Please, please don’t take it personally. Plus, we can just ignore him.” You wanted to believe the promises and reassurances through his upbeat laughter. But the reality was that Jake was even more rude to you after Josh had “handled it”,  but you couldn’t bear to correct him on that fact.

There was a battle going on in your head as Josh scribbled the digits onto a piece of scrap paper that he had fished out of the pack that was secured to his hip. The simple mannerism of his tongue peaking out and sweeping across the top lip while he was deep in concentration banked in your mind.

“Here you are!” He handed the paper to you. “Give me a call when you decide and I’ll come pick you up.”

“I really don’t think I’ll go.” The mumbled words weren’t enough to fool him. Josh’s persistence was endearing and you were drawn into the thought of spending more time with him. 

“You need to stop worrying so much, Greenie. Live a little!” Without giving you the opportunity to argue the thought further, he jumped out of the passenger side and started skipping back in the direction of the restaurant. 

“What happened to my real name?” You called out your open window. 

“Greenie has a better ring to it!” He yelled back while he faced away from you and disappeared within the sea of parked cars. 

You laughed to yourself as you turned the key in the Pinto’s ignition, firing it up with life. You popped in a Don Henley cassette into the player and turned up the volume. “The Boys of Summer” started booming loudly from the speakers out of your open windows as you pulled out onto the Coastal Highway. This was truly the start of your summer here and you didn’t know it yet, but nothing was ever going to be the same again.

But I can see you

Your brown skin shining in the sun

You got your hair combed back and your

Sunglasses on, baby

I can tell you, my love for you will still be strong

After the boys of summer have gone

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songbird

robin had never particularly anticipated her career, nor the path it had taken. she’d only ever wanted to write, to create, to inspire emotion through written word- how was she to know that her original plan would become this?

when robin, a quiet and lonely songwriter, finds herself in an agreement to fake a relationship with one jake kiszka, the last thing she thought she would do is fall in love with the dark-eyed man who made it clear from the start that he didn’t want her there. how does she cope with how she feels? can she learn to let him in?

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Baby, It's Cold Outside pt 1

JAKE KISZKA X FEMALE READER

Word Count: 4.1k

WARNINGS: 18+ graphic sexual content, angst (kinda an enemies to lovers), talk of blood, injury, pain from said injury, unprotected sex (cmon guys), praise kink, oral sex (f/m/rec), rough fingering, language, slaps like once, p in v, dom and sub (can go both ways), fluff etc etc.

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Spending Christmas in the freezing cold was not ideal, but then again, neither was being involved in a skiing accident. Could you even call it that? It was a pathetic story, really. You’ve never been one for sports or anything that required you to move at top speed while having to maintain balance, so when your mom asked you to ski with everyone today, you were dumbfounded. It was fun for a while–watching your parents attempt to take on the slopes. That feeling didn’t last long because sooner or later, you were reminded you didn’t come alone on this trip.

Your mother and Karen were best friends throughout high school and stayed in touch through adulthood. At least twice a year, both of your families would leave town together and embark on an adventure. You’d hoped they’d stop inviting you, or atleast stop inviting Karen’s kids, after you all graduated. That didn’t happen. In fact, it only made them extend the trip so they would have more time to spend more time with their grown kids.

Josh zooms by you, a high pitched inaudible scream leaving his mouth as he does so. You giggle and playfully roll your eyes. You never had a problem with Josh, besides the fact he could get a bit talkative. He was kind, patient, and fun; the exact opposite of his twin brother, Jake. He, on the other hand, was snarky, rude, and dead silent. You’d tried to give him a chance for a few years, but he’d just end up ignoring your friendly gestures. Eventually, you stopped trying. You thought that was the end of it, but boy were you wrong. 

From that point on, Jake made it his lifelong goal to poke and prod at you. He knew what ticked you off by now and he put that to use the whole week you spent together. No one else heard it, but they all noticed the mean stares you’d give each other at the dinner table. Everyone seemed to stay out of it for the most part, sweeping it under the rug for the time being. Josh knew, but only because he was the one person you could stand on your trips. 

Now, perched on the top of a snow-covered hill, you stare down it. Josh’s long gone, joining the rest of the crew down at the bottom and of course, leaving you and Jake at the top. He slides in next to you, his sticks jabbing into the ground to help hold him in place. He’s wearing a giant coat with fur lining the hood, his face barely visible. Giant goggles sit on his nose, making his eyes unnoticeable. You look over at him, trying to figure out if he’s going or if you are.

“Are you just going to stand up here with your jaw dropped?” he asks cooly, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Yes, actually. I was thinking about grabbing a flag and claiming it.” you reply plainly. 

Jake doesn’t respond, but he moves a step closer to you. “See that treeline?” he points to your right. “There’s a gap right there. Take it as a shortcut and surprise them from behind.”

You roll your eyes, shifting from side to side. “Yeah right.”

“Too scared?” he says in a baby voice, close enough to your ear that you could feel his breath if it weren’t for your ten layers of clothes.

“What? No!” you growl defensively, pushing him away from you.

“Prove it.” he bites.

Rolling your eyes, you push off the hill. Feeding off of Jake’s words, you lean left and you gradually slip through the path he was talking about. You hear him shout from behind you, but figuring it’s just him cheering, you continue. Over time, you pick up speed. You’re steadily moving down the path that seems to be getting narrower with every tree you pass. You hear another frantic shout and when you look to your left, you see Jake on the main path. He’s leaning to the left, desperately crawling to you. He shouts something, his fingers pointing to you. When you turn to see what has his attention, you’re too late.

A giant tree had grown right down the middle of the path. You scream as you cascade through the thick branches. Losing your footing, you begin to tumble, your body banging against the wood. From the force, your coat is ripped open, allowing a sharp branch to tear into the side of your torso. You scream, feeling the hot blood already trickling down your stomach. Once you’re past the tree, you roll a few more times before abruptly coming to a stop. Luckily, it snowed the night before so your landing is awfully comfortable.

You lay there for a moment, trying to wrap your mind around what just happened. Lifting your head, you note that if you hadn’t been exactly where you were, you’d probably never be able to walk again. You hear a muffled voice, and when you see Jake moving towards you, your stomach begins to sting. Your hand immediately addresses the wound and you hiss through gritted teeth. Jake falls to your side, his hands frantically moving in the air as he tries to decide what to do.

“Are you okay?” he asks, a bit of concern in his voice.

“Jesus, do I look okay?” you growl.

He opens his mouth to speak but gets distracted by the voices of your families approaching. In record timing, your mother is by your side, cradling your head. Everyone’s talking around you and when your eyes find Josh, his eyebrows are drawn together. 

“Does anything else hurt?” your mother asks, her eyes wide.

“No, I’m fine.” you say. “It’s just a scratch.”

You’re right. It’s not like there’s a gaping hole in your abdomen, just a large scrape. Your face has some as well, and it stings when your mother cups your cheeks. As your parents discuss, you notice Josh and Jake talking just loud enough for you to hear.

“I literally just said to tell her to stay away from that path.” Josh scolds his brother.

“I know.” Jake replies through pursed lips.

“Someone needs to take her back up to the cabin.” Karen says from a few feet away.

“Jake will.” Josh says with a wide grin. “Isn’t that right?” Jake responds by shooting daggers at him, but reluctantly shakes his head in agreement.

“No. I will.” your mom says.

“Mom, you were having fun…” your voice trails off. “I’m sure Jake can make sure I get back okay.”

“Are you sure?” she asks. You nod and squeeze her hand. “Alright.”

She backs away from you and helps you to your feet. Your legs are sore and your body undeniably needs a reset, but you’re not paralyzed. You rest on your mother until Jake’s prepared enough to drag you up the hill. When she hands you over like a prized possession, you’re sure to put all of your weight on Jake. He curses under his breath and then waves your mother off. 

“This may be a bad time to mention it, but I love your perfume.” Jake says with a friendly smile.

“I heard you and Josh talking. And I’m not wearing any perfume.” you breathe loudly. 

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it. Since when do you ever listen to me?” he defends himself as he begins to haul you up the hill. 

“Doesn’t matter! Why would you tell me to do it?”

���Well at least you didn’t die.” he chirps.

“Shut up.”

———————

By the time the two of you reach the cabin, you’re both sweating. Jake collapses as soon as he steps up the stairs. You roll your eyes and step over him, your hand holding your clothes to stop the bleeding from your wound. Seen as your coats almost ripped to shreds, it takes you only a few minutes to strip into a single layer. Your shirt is torn at the seams, so you toss it in the trash can as you pad down the hallway to your room. 

Removing all your clothes, you examine the wound. It’s still fresh and blood oozes from out of it. Your head spins as you stare, your stomach queasy. Deciding you can’t take anymore, you resort to the last wanted option.

“Jake!” you shout loud enough he can hear it from outside. After a few moments you hear the door open and shut. “Grab the first aid kit and come here.”

In a few minutes, the handle on your door turns and Jake stumbles in. Your hand is pressed against the wound, your jaw clenched tightly. Jake’s steps falter as his eyes scan over you. His eyes smolder with intensity and widen slightly. Swallowing loudly, he runs his hand over the back of his head. You stare at him in confusion until you realize you’re in nothing but a bra and underwear.

“Are you just going to stand there and watch?” you snap.

“Y-you want me to help you with that?” he over enunciates the last word, making your eyes roll. 

“You did this Jake, not me.” you sneer and narrow your eyes. He blinks rapidly for a second, his eyes glued to the ground. “Jake. I’m gonna bleed out.”

“Sorry.” he mumbles, taking a seat next to you and opening the kit. “What do I need?”

“I think I should rinse the blood off first.” you say, hissing as you touch the scrape. “Wanna start the bath?”

Jake groans, but disappears to start the water. A few minutes later he returns and helps you to your feet. You take tentative steps, your head spinning. Once you reach the bathroom, you toy with the clasp of your bra. Jake shoots away from you, turning so he’s facing the wall.

“Oh grow up Jake.” you complain, cheeks as red as a tomato. 

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he remarks.

You remove your clothes and dip your leg into the water. As you slide the rest of the way in, your foot slips and you begin to fall. Jake’s hands grab your under arms and he gently lures you into the warm water. As soon as you’re submerged he steps away and once again, faces the wall.

“That was a quick save, are you sure you weren’t watching?” you joke, enjoying how nervous he is. 

“Nothing worth looking at.” he lets out a deep breath and turns to face the door.

“Really? Because Jake junior seems to disagree.”

“Call me when you’re done.” he yells from the hallway, making you laugh to yourself.

You spend the next eight minutes carefully scrubbing your wound. You pay a bit of attention to the ones on your arms and face, cleaning them so they won’t get infected. When you’re clean enough, you yell for Jake to return. When he doesn’t return in a few minutes, you curse and grab a towel. On your feet again, your legs tremble and you’re nauseous again. Stepping out of the tub, your knee gives out just enough to have you clinging onto the edge of the railing.

“Jacob Kiszka!” you yell again, eyes watering from the pressure on your wound.

“Jesus.” he says, grabbing your waist and helping you up straight. “I was coming.”

You smack his chest and push him off of you. When you’re all wrapped up in your towel, Jake helps you back to the room. He waits outside as you find underwear and a bra, and you smile to yourself when he peaks in every once in a while to ‘make sure you’re okay.’ You directed him to soak a gauze pad in saline solution, and when he returns, you’re waiting for him on your bed. His arm extends to you in an attempt to hand you the cloth. 

“No. I can’t look at it, I’ll be sick.” you tell him. “Just dab the area.”

He does as he’s told, his weight sinking the edge of the bed. His fingers carefully apply the cloth to your wound and you shudder under his touch. With a sheen of sweat on your face and tight muscles, you focus on Jake. His hands are skilled and callused from the many years he’s been playing guitar. His tongue sticks out from between his two lips, just enough for you to see. The hand that isn’t on your wound, sits on the mattress, brushing against your waist. You’re glad you have the excuse of an injury to hide your unsteady breathing.

“That should be fine, thanks.” you push his hand away. “Grab the gauze and tape.”

Standing to your feet again, you move in front of him. His legs spread open as you slip between them, your cheeks burn intensely. Placing gauze on your wound, you have Jake tape you up. His hands are gentle as they apply the tape across your body. His hands press it down, careful not to apply too much pressure that it will hurt any other scratches. He’s still seated as he works, and you spin so he can apply more on the front for support. Your hands are above your head holding your hair out of his face. He’s almost eye level with your bra, and you watch him do his best not to look. When he’s finished, he clears his throat and pats his legs. 

Neither of you move.

His chocolate brown eyes stare up at you, raking over your collarbone and shoulders. He licks his lips as you remove your hands from your hair, allowing it to fan out over your shoulders. His eyes engulf your body, absorbing your skin like he wants to drown in you. 

“Gonna apologize yet, Jakey?” you ask, running a finger along his jawline.

“In your dreams.” he scoffs, eyes still bleeding into yours.

“Not exactly what I imagine you doing in my dreams but it’ll suffice.”

You watch his lips part as he stands to his feet, grabbing your shoulders to move you so you’re in front of the bed. Hands gripping your shoulders, he lowers you to the ground. He’s firm, but still wary of your wound.

“Undo my belt.” he directs, thumbs stroking your chin.

“W-what?” you shudder. “My stomach-”

“You don’t suck dick with your stomach, do you?” he asks. When you don’t answer, he smirks and taps your shoulder. “Come on now.”

Without another word, you hastily undo his belt, tossing it to the side. Once his pants are unbuttoned, you pull them to his knees. You stare at him hard in his boxers, your mouth watering. In one swift tug, he’s free and bouncing in front of you. Your hand reaches for him, but he smacks it away and grabs a fistful of hair.

“Tongue.” he demands. You stick it out, flattening it so the tip of him can slide in. He hits the muscle a few times before sliding himself down your throat. You watch his eyes squeeze shut, chest heaving. He pulls out and removes his shirt, leaving the top of him bare. “Tap twice if you want to stop.”

Without giving you time to respond, he shoves himself down your throat. You gag immediately, your chest heaving. He snaps in and out of you, hands tucked into your hair. You concentrate on breathing as he fucks your face. Drool falls from the corner of your mouth and onto the floor, coating your knees. You watch Jake through teary eyes, his head thrown back and mouth wide open. 

“That’s my good girl. Your mouth is so much better at this than comebacks.” he groans, his cock twitching in your mouth. Your throat burns as tears stream down your face. “Fuck, gonna cum.”

A few seconds later, he released himself, coating the back of your throat. You gag viciously as you swallow him, his dick still stuffed down your throat. After he’s done, but pulls himself out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air. Surprisingly, you’ve forgotten all about your injury.

After a minute of you collecting yourself, Jake grabs your arms and helps you to your feet. Your legs are wobbly from the uncomfortable kneeling position so you lean into his body. He holds you, hands working at the clasp of your bra. You help him, pulling the clothing off your chest entirely. He hums at the sight of you before cupping your cheeks in his hands. 

His thumb traces your lips and then wipes tears away from your eyes. You breathe loudly, still gathering yourself. His hands caress your jaw and then move to the back of your neck before trailing down the skin of your back. He’s mindful of where it hurts, and maps it out in his head to remember. 

A minute later, your eyes are finally able to find his. He smirks at you and the corner of your mouth twitches upwards. Hands wrapped around your head, thumb resting by your ear, he tugs you into a kiss. It’s soft at first as he tastes himself on your tongue, but slowly gets more heated. Your tongues dance, small whimpers exchanging between the two of you. You pull back to gasp for air, but Jake leans farther in, eyes closed with wet lips parted. You swallow his lips again, sinking into his touch. He trails warm, wet kisses across your chin and nibbles on your neck hard enough to leave a mark. You smile as he kisses across your collar bones and in the space between your aching breasts. 

His hand settles on the small of your back while the other begins to push you onto the bed. He watches your facial expressions for any signs of pain, but the only pain you’re paying attention to is the throbbing between your legs. Once you’re fully flattened, he takes one of your breasts into his mouth, the other being occupied by one of his rough hands. He toys with your hardened nipples, swirling his tongue skillfully over the peak of it. He switches, repeating the same actions a few times before capturing your lips in another desperate kiss.

“Jake, I can’t have sex like this.” you admit through heated kisses. 

“We won’t. Just let me make this whole thing up to you, okay?” he breathes against your cheek, his fingers messing with the hem of your panties.

“Okay.” you give him permission and he slides down your body.

He kisses your stomach, hands fluttering over your skin. You shiver under his touch, your arousal pooling between your legs. When he reaches your heat, he plants a firm kiss on your clothed pussy, eyes never breaking away from yours. You moan, jaw hanging open. He slips the fabric off of your legs before spreading your thighs with his hand. Hovering above you, he stares into your core.

“Oh she’s pretty.” he licks his lips before laying flat on his stomach. Your heart thumps as you watch his finger drag through your folds. When your hips thrust up, he slips his hands under you and pulls you closer to his mouth. “Watch me.”

You position yourself on your elbows, watching his tongue dig into you. You pull back, a moan falling from your lips. He keeps his grip tight, pulling you back into his mouth. He absorbs you, sucking and twirling his tongue across your bundle of nerves. You’re sweating, breathing heavy as you snake your hands through his chestnut brown locks.

“Fuck, yes.” you whimper. “Feels so good, Jake.”

He pulls back, removing his hands from your ass. You begin to throw a fit, but he pauses that thought when he slides a digit into your entrance. Your eyes immediately roll in the back of your head. 

“Keep talking.” he directs. “And don’t move. You’re gonna hurt yourself.” he flashes you a smile that you ignore. 

His single finger moves in and out of you at a steady pace, but you’re aching for more. “Add another.” you tell him. He obliges quickly, adding a second finger into the mix. 

You arch your back at the feeling, his eyes laser focused on your reaction. Placing the palm of his hand on your lower abdomen, he holds you down against the sheets to keep you from moving. Then, his fingers pick up their pace, curling ferociously inside of you. A bunch of lude, pornographic sounds leave your mouth as you tremble around him.

“Fuck yes, Jake! Feels so good, baby. Don’t stop.” you beg.

The sound of his fingers working into you creates a wet sound through the whole cabin. Desperate to see his face right now, your eyes shoot open and find it. He’s sweating, tongue protruding from his lips like they were when he dabbed your wound earlier. He’s watching his fingers fuck you, encouraging himself quietly.

“Gonna come for me, sweetheart?” he asks. “Come on, pretty girl. Let it go.”

Your legs shake violently as your whole body explodes. Stars flash through your black eyelids, as your body releases. You’re withered underneath him, his name sounding like a prayer from your lips. It takes you a few moments to come out of it, but when you do, Jake’s fingers are in his mouth, sucking your arousal off of his digits. Crawling over you, he places each arm on either side of his head.

“Want a taste? You taste like honey.” he says, grabbing your lips. Your tongue swirls in his mouth, tasting your cum along with his saliva. Your fingers tug at his long hair, body arching against him. He pulls away quickly. “Woah there.”

“Jake it doesn’t hurt.” you tell him. He just stares at you with a raised eyebrow. “Jake! I need you to fuck me right now. I can’t feel it, please.”

“You’re gonna hate me tomorrow.” he groans, parting your legs and lining himself up.

“I hate you right now.” you hiss as he slips into you. Your hands claw at his back as he swiftly moves in and out of you. You curse his name, begging for more.

“What an odd thing to say when my cock is buried in your tight cunt.” he kisses the crown of your head. “God, like fucking velvet baby.”

“Fuck it, Jake. Fuck me like you hate me.” you plead.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

He begins to pound into you, his strokes deep and rough. You cry his name as your skin slaps together, filling the room. One of your hands pulls at the roots of his hair, making him moan into your shoulder. Your other once, digs into his back. Your fingernails dig into his skin, hard enough to draw blood, but he doesn’t complain. His thrusts grow sloppy and his breaths are loud and aggressive.

“You gonna cum for me, Jake?” you ask in a sweet voice.

“You’re the one squeezing me. God, feels so fucking good.” he cries, reaching a hand between your two bodies. 

You gasp as his fingers make contact with your clit and begin to rub tight circles into it. You buck from under him, legs trembling as your orgasm rips through you. Jake keeps fucking you until you’re coming down from your high. Quickly, he removes himself from you and positions himself on your stomach.

“You look so pretty when you cum. Even prettier when you moan my name like that.” he grunts, fisting himself.

“Cum for me, be a good boy.” you urge him on. His eyebrows draw together as he shoots his ropes of cum across your stomach. You watch his mouth fall open, eyes clamped shut. “Yeah, baby.” you say as he finishes. 

He sits back on his heels, eyes on the ceiling as he breathes. You watch him, taking the time to admire the sheen of sweat across his body. He reaches a hand down and you take it. Carefully, you sit up and he pulls you into his arms. You both sit there in each other’s grasp, your breathing lulling the both of you. His cheek is resting on your head, yours glued to his chest. His hands rub your back, massaging it gently with his callused hands. After a few more moments, you pull away and lay on your back. He joins you, wrapping his arm under your neck for you to use as a pillow. 

“Are you okay?” he asks after a moment.

“Yeah. Doesn’t even hurt.” you tell him, lying a bit. 

“At least when you walk funny tomorrow they won’t think anything of it.” you both share a laugh. “I’m really sorry, by the way. What I did was shitty and inexcusable.”

“Oh well.” you pat his chest. “At least now I know to never trust you again.”

“Hey.” he says, offendedly. 

“You’re gonna have to make it up to me.” you say, a finger tracing his jaw.

“How?” he questions.

“I have a few ideas in mind.”

#greta van fleet #jake kiszka smut #josh kiszka smut #greta van fleet smut #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #josh gvf #josh kiszka fic #sam kiszka gvf #jake kiszka fic #jake gvf #gvf smut #gvf

[sunshinevanfleet]

karma - j. kiszka

pairing: jake x reader

a/n: hello! i'm gifting you all some enemies to lovers jake smut <3. i worked really hard on this one so i hope it's okay. this one is college!au jake. it's not edited so pls forgive me for any silly mistakes. also if you're sensitive to bullying (not really but? if you squint) then pls don't read. ok love u all!!!

genre: smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), enemies to lovers

word count: 4.6k

summary: the reader is locked out of her dorm room late at night, with no way inside. her only escape is the man she can't stand, jake kiszka.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, swearing, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, explicit sex scenes, etc.

Karma sure was a bitch. 

Sitting in the hallway floor of your dorm building, well past 2 AM on a Wednesday morning, you were beginning to wonder what you did to deserve this. Soaking wet from the rain, missing a shoe, and locked out of your dorm room, you were pleading with every force in the universe for your roommate to somehow miraculously return early from Spring Break to let you into the room. Your phone and keys were locked in the bar that you and your friends left hours before, and you were effectively locked out until you could get in touch with the housing office in the morning. What a wonderful time to be alive. 

You debated it in your head; maybe it was the time you laughed at your roommate for falling down the stairs. Or when you refused to give your brother twenty dollars for gas money. Most prominent in your thoughts, though, was when you’d become fed up with your neighbor and hammered on his door to scream at him over the endless noise he made day-in and day-out. Maybe if you had a smidge more patience, you would be able to knock on his door and at least ask for a towel, considering he was the only other person on your floor that stayed at school for break. 

A heavy sigh departed your lips as you shifted, leaning your head back against the wall. You closed your eyes, though it did little against the fluorescents in the hallway. A headache pulsed dully at your temples, your mouth dry and your limbs starting to ache after the long walk back to campus. Sitting here, abandoned and helpless was its own unique form of torture. You knew your out. The door beside yours stood there, the thin wood taunting you in its frame. The man behind it, Jake Kiszka, was your natural enemy. The complete and utter bane of your existence. It wasn’t only that he was a pest of a neighbor– fucking and shouting and playing music at all odd hours– he was also argumentative, arrogant, and an absolute fuckboy.

Even before you’d marched to his door and practically beat a hole in it, his reputation preceded him. The amount of girls in your lectures you heard whispering about him was unbelievable. He was the campus heartbreaker. True that he was fantastically attractive, and a talented musician. But from what you heard, and experienced… he was a complete asshole. You’d had your share of questionable interactions with him, and wanted absolutely nothing at all to do with Jake Kiszka. 

The last hour sitting in the hallway gave you plenty of time to think over your situation. It was hard to believe that you weren’t getting your divine retribution. Your only escape from sitting in this misery for the next six hours was the guy you absolutely despised. As you sobered up, you understood clearly that you were being bullheaded. Bratty. Stubborn. Wouldn’t it be worse to have to grovel at Jake’s feet?

As you were weighing your options, the sound of footsteps jostled you from your thoughts. You peeled your eyes open, blinking at the brightness as they adjusted. Standing before you was exactly the person you didn’t want to see. Jake peered at you, lifting an eyebrow as he examined your disheveled frame crumpled on the floor. 

“What are you doing?” he asked, sounding halfway concerned. 

You laughed humorlessly, running a hand over your face. You refused to meet his eyes, instead focusing in on his booted feet. You were sure you were being punished now. This was no coincidence that you were literally at his feet, having to ask for help.

“I’m locked out,” you muttered, voice bitter. “Left my fucking phone and keys at some shitty bar. What are you doing?” 

The challenge in your voice didn’t go unnoticed. The corner of his mouth quirked up, a flash of amusement flickering behind his dark eyes. He took a step back, leaning against the wall across from you. His arms flexed as he crossed them over his chest, muscles stretching beneath the skin. You tore your eyes away. 

“It’s spring break,” he said, as if that explained it all.

“Hmmm,” you said, nodding. “Off fucking some sorority sister, then?”

Antagonizing him was the last thing you should be doing right now. You were actively aware of that, and didn’t care. A dark chuckle left his lips. 

“What’s it to you?”

You shrugged. “Just glad it was in someone else’s room, this time,” you conceded. “Would’ve been a good night for me to get some sleep.”

He laughed again, shaking his head. Jake maintained his cool facade, seeming unbothered by your digs. 

“Well,” he sighed, “not that it’s any of your business, but I took a day trip to see my family.”

You swallowed hard. You almost felt a little bad for assuming he was off ruining another girl’s life. You huffed, wringing your hands in your lap. His eyes bore into you, dark irises still flashing amusement as he stared at your pitiful form on the ground. He was pleased, as you knew he would be. He expected the universe to repay you this retribution, and here he was to witness it all. 

“Can’t you just leave me alone?” You broke the silence, skin crawling with discomfort.

“Why do you hate me so much?” he wondered. A rage-inducing smirk spread over his lips. You gave him a dark look.

“You really don’t know?” A frown settled on your features. It wasn’t entirely the fact that he was the campus playboy, nor that he was obnoxiously loud with his nighttime escapades, but also that he had humiliated you in front of a dozen people. It was a touchy subject, and there were very few people you brought it up with. Of course, he didn’t remember it as vividly as you did. He was popular, well-liked, and not interested in the likes of you. 

“No, Y/N, I don’t,” he said. He sounded truthful, and that made things worse.

You laughed, the hollow, bitter noise echoing through the empty hall. “You made a fucking joke out of me last year, Jake,” you said darkly. “Back at that stupid fucking frat party.”

“You do realize how many frat parties I’ve been to, right? You’re gonna have to be more specific…”

“That Lambda Omega Phi Halloween party,” you muttered, face flushing at the memory. “I don’t know why I even went in the first place. Somehow, Maddie convinced me, and look at me now…” 

He frowned, looking seriously confused. “I still don’t follow,” he said. 

You forced your gaze up to meet his eyes, shaking your head. You’d cried over the humiliation before, but now there were no more tears. Only anger. You knew he could be an asshole, but you had never expected him to do anything to you of all people. You always kept to yourself, minding your own business. 

“It was late,” you began, “pretty much everyone had gone home. There were maybe ten or fifteen of us left. Someone suggested we spin the bottle. Make it a sort of spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven situation. I was uncomfortable to begin with… Imagine how I felt when you looked at me for a second, and laughed. You said, ‘We can’t invite this one to seven minutes in heaven. Little birdie told me she’s still a virgin.’ Everyone laughed.”

“Y/N–”

“I don’t want to hear your excuse, Jake,” you said, cheeks burning. “You asked me why I hate you, that’s why. And after you said that about me, in front of all of those people, I have to come home and be your neighbor. I wish you knew how that felt.”

He stared at the ground, shaking his head. When he looked back up, the amusement in his eyes was gone. His lips were set in a flat line, expression almost remorseful.

“I was drunk, Y/N, really,” he said, his voice soft. “That was wrong of me to say. Really, I feel like a piece of shit. I only remember bits and pieces.”

“That doesn’t make it any better.”

“I know… I can’t say anything to make things better. I will say that I’m sorry, and I mean that.” 

“Okay,” you replied. You didn’t want to talk about it anymore. Talking about it made it more real in your memory. It made things come flashing back: the sound of the laughter around you, the teasing smile on Jake’s lips, your stomach dropping as you realized you were once again the butt of someone’s joke. Once you graduated high school, you thought you were completely done with bullies, but you’d learned the truth that night. You would never be able to escape being teased for your timidity. 

“Really, Y/N–” he was almost pleading, his voice much lighter and softer. Strained, as if he were in pain.

“Enough,” you said, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“No,” he argued, “it’s not fair. That I treated you that way. Maybe I had a reason, though…”

You glanced up at him, your brows furrowed together. What reason could he possibly have for embarrassing you like that? You’d rushed out of the party, tears pouring down your cheeks, mortified. There was no reason to justify that. 

“I hope it was a really fucking good reason, Jake,” you hissed.

He laughed sheepishly, brushing his hair back off of his face with one hand. “It wasn’t, still isn’t,” he sighed. He refused to meet your gaze, instead staring down the empty hall. “I just– I’d seen you around campus, sat a few rows behind you in Intro to Anthropology, hell, I’d heard you talking or laughing through the dorm wall, and I… I liked you, Y/N. A lot…”

Your eyes widened as he spoke, confusion jumbling your thoughts. Embarrassment bloomed further throughout your body. You practically gaped as he continued, pouring his heart out to you.

“You’re so clever, and you always shared interesting opinions and offered perspectives I hadn’t considered in class… I saw you at that party, and you looked beautiful– hell, beautiful doesn’t even describe you. You were like… some kind of art, just walking around casually. I saw other guys looking at you, noticed them getting excited… What was I supposed to do? I didn’t want any of them to have their chance with you in spin the bottle…”

“You could have just told me,” you said, breathless.

“I realize that, now,” he continued, “but I was drunk. I was jealous. So I did something stupid, and believe me when I tell you I regret it. So much.”

“Even after I tried to break your door down?” you laughed, unable to process the information he was telling you. He liked you? It was surprising enough that he didn’t hate your guts back, but to actually like you? Romantically? He was dropping bombs on you tonight.

He grinned, “Even more,” he admitted. “All those girls I brought home… None of them were anything compared to you… I’m not proud to say that I pictured you more often than not… writhing underneath me, your perfect little blushing face.” He flushed at the very thought, pressing his lips together.

Your heart threatened to burst from your ribcage, beating rapidly. No one ever spoke to you this way. Embarrassment warmed your cheeks, the tops of your ears, and you tried to hide the satisfied little smile on your lips. The situation unfolding around you was surreal. None of your friends were going to believe this when you recounted it to them in the morning.

You didn’t know what to say, so your mind settled on one burning question.

“You really think I’m a virgin?”

He blinked at you, taken aback. For a few beats, the two of you were silent. Then, he finally stuttered out a reply, “W–well, maybe. I don’t know. I just said it to keep those guys away from you.”

A real laugh broke the quiet in the hall this time, and you smiled. The reality had yet to fully wash over you; Jake Kiszka liked you? Of all people. That was something… You shook your head, taking a deep breath.

“Well, I guess I won’t spoil the surprise,” you said, voice teasing as you shrugged. “Too bad I’m stuck out in this hallway,” you continued, “I’m sure you really would like to get to know me…”

Your eyes flicked up to him, a tiny smirk playing on your lips. He rolled his eyes, scoffing as he stepped past you to unlock the door to his dorm room. 

“If you wanted to come in, all you had to do was ask,” he said, trying halfheartedly to sound annoyed at you. A satisfied chuckle left your lips, and you stepped inside at his gesture.

“Why would I do that?”

“What? Ask for what you want?”

You nodded.

He smiled innocently. “That’s what good girls do, Y/N.”

You were relieved that your back was facing him. The flustered look on your face would have thrown your game completely off had he seen it. 

“Good girls, hm?” you mused, peeling off your damp jacket and tossing it on his desk chair. He flicked on the lamp in the corner of the room, illuminating you in a faint amber glow. His eyes sparkled in the light, watching your movements. 

He said nothing, observing you. You glanced around the room, admiring the messiness of the room. There were clothes scattered around, books laid haphazardly on the floor, posters pasted crooked on the wall. Your roommate would never allow your room to look like this. Something about the clutter made it cozier; it just made sense that his room would look this way.

“So this is where you bring all those good girls, huh?” You looked at him expectantly.

He lifted a hand up, scratching at the nape of his neck. He shifted beneath your inquiring gaze, then took a step forward to drop his keys on the desk behind you. You stared up at him, though the glint of his belt buckle at eye-level was rather enticing, you wouldn’t give in so easily.

“You know,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. His fingers traced the line of your jaw, slowly coming to lift your chin. “You look really fucking good from this angle.”

Your tongue darted out to moisten your lips. You tilted your head to the side innocently, fluttering your lashes at him. “You think so?” One of your hands trailed up the inside of his leg, tracing over the denim of his jeans lightly. He shivered slightly beneath your touch, his gaze latched onto yours with an intensity you’d never seen from him before. 

“Mmm,” he grunted his approval, then breathed out a few more words, “but I could think of a thing or two that’d make this angle even better…”

“And what would that be?” you teased, fingers inching closer to the bulge straining against his pants. He groaned as you traced the outline with a single finger, barely ghosting over it. 

He chuckled, shaking his head at your antics. “God, you’re a fucking tease.”

“Would you rather a tease or a virgin?” you wondered aloud, still fucking with him. Your hand finally palmed his bulge completely, eliciting a lewd sound from deep within his throat. Your eyes widened, saliva pooling in your mouth at the thought of making him whimper and writhe at the faintest touches.

“Fuck,” he grunted as you fiddled with his belt buckle. “What kind of question is that?”

You breathed an amused breath through your nose, shrugging, “Just a question.” A devilish smile danced on your lips. You peeled down the waistband of his jeans and boxers, eyes still on his even as his cock sprang free. His breathing deepened as you wrapped a fist around the base, stroking it with a light touch.

“You’re never gonna let that go, are you?”

“Probably not,” you replied. “You might be able to make it up to me, though…”

Without waiting for his reply, you took the head of his cock between your lips. You let your jaw go lax, your tongue doing all of the work as you took him deeper into your mouth. His fingers pressed into the skin of your neck as he guided your chin over his cock. Jake’s mouth hung agape, eyes almost blank as he watched you suck him off.

A shaky breath stole from his mouth, “Ah, god, you’re fucking good at that…” His irises darkened considerably, going from deep amber to nearly black as lust shrouded his gaze. His lips glistened with spit, mouth open as he tried to steady his breathing. A few grunts and choked moans broke the quiet in the room, accompanied by the slick sounds of your mouth on him.

You pushed yourself further down to the base of his cock, your nose nearly brushing his pubic hair as you took him into your throat. He pulsated inside of your mouth, something like a whine tearing from his throat as you gazed up at him through wet lashes. His other hand tangled into your hair, both of them now guiding you as he gently rocked his hips into your mouth. You bobbed your head in time with his rhythm, relishing in the musical sounds of pleasure coming out of him. As the tip of his cock brushed the back of your throat, you tightened the muscles around him. He growled, the sound sending shivers straight to your center. 

You took him deeper, your throat squeezing around the head. He sucked in a sharp breath, and you hummed around him. Tears spilled from the corners of your eyes, saliva dripped over your chin, but you didn’t care. The look on his face was intoxicating; his eyes clamped shut, mouth hanging open in an expression that almost made him look pained. 

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna–”

You pushed even further, gagging around him as your nose finally brushed his skin. He gasped, the hand in your hair tightening as he pulled you away unexpectedly. A string of saliva followed your mouth before dripping down your neck. Your chest heaved as you panted, the air cooling the mess on your chin as you stared up at him.

“Made a mess of that pretty little face,” Jake whispered, thumb dragging through the slick on your mouth before dipping in between your lips. You swirled your tongue around the digit, bleary-eyed and lightheaded. His cock jumped in your hand, a sigh escaping his lips at the feeling of you slowly pumping him. 

“Mmmm,” you hummed around his finger, bobbing as if you were still sucking him off. He watched you for a moment, transfixed by the filthy sight of you below him. Mascara smeared beneath your eyes, spit glistening on your swollen lips, your cheeks flushed. 

“Pretty girl,” he mumbled, “wanna see how pretty you look riding me… C’mon…”

You stood, legs shaky already. He lifted your shirt over your head without hesitation, fingers expertly unhooking the back of your bra. You shivered, exposed to the cool air and his salacious gaze. His eyes drank in your figure for a second. They dragged over your messy face, down your clavicle, and to your exposed chest. He wasted no time in leading you to his bed, your back pressing into the sheets. His lips enclosed around one nipple, fingers tweaking the other as you arched up into his touch, sighing. 

His thigh notched itself between your legs, the denim rubbing deliciously against your needy core through the thin layer of your shorts. You rocked against him, desperate for any contact. He smirked against your chest at this, breaking contact for a second. “Needy angel, aren’t we?” 

“Please–” you breathed. You bit down on your bottom lip, watching the way he sucked and nipped at the skin of your chest, leaving dark marks on the skin. The throbbing in your center was becoming unbearable, the friction from his leg not enough to satisfy the desperation spreading through your veins. You needed him, now.

“Please what, angel?” He looked up at you, deep brown eyes through a shade of lashes, and your heart fluttered. You had to close your eyes, holding back the moan that threatened to spill from you just at the sight of him. His lips were a swollen, sanguine shade of red from the friction, shining with saliva. His eyes shone dark brown, honeyed like molasses. Damp pooled between your thighs, gluing the fabric of your panties to your soaked core. 

You swallowed hard, and managed to gather your bearings. “Please, I need to feel you…”

A genuine smile found its way to his face at this, the cocky look playing in his eyes making you want him even more. If you were in your right mind, you would have scolded yourself for letting him charm you. But it was so easy to fall for Jake Kiszka, especially when he was perched between your legs, looking so eager to please.

“Okay,” he muttered. He leaned over you, lips finding yours in a surprisingly gentle kiss. His tongue delved into your mouth, his breath sweet and addicting as your lips moved together. “Feel me, then, angel. Take what you need…” His breath fanned against your lips, and the two of you switched places. You took a second to peel off your shorts and panties as he quickly undressed.

He watched through hooded eyes as you straddled him. Your thighs were sticky with your arousal already, glistening tantalizingly over your skin. He tugged his bottom lip between his teeth as you pivoted your hips over him, slicking his cock in your juices.

“Don’t be too long,” he whispered. The look in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine; it was as if he were watching his very life-force, the need in his eyes burned hot behind those irises. 

A deep breath fanned out of your nose as you finally sank down onto him. You threw your head back, a piercing moan came from you as he filled you to the brim. Tears pricked your eyes at the stretch. 

“Jake,” was all you could manage as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside of you. 

“Take it, angel,” he said, voice deep and saccharine, “Go on, take what you need.”

You balanced one hand on his thigh as you began to grind against him. Your other hand gathered your hair into one hand, cooling the burning around your neck and chest. He dragged against your walls, the feeling sending sparks all through your body. You squeezed your eyes shut as your clit bumped against his pubic bone. Jolts of pleasure shot through you.

He breathed hard, one hand splayed over your thigh while the other rested behind his head. Low pants and moans spilled from his lips. That attentive gaze drank you in, every little detail carved out of soft flesh and muscle. You saw the way he admired you, and wondered how you didn’t notice it before. 

Shifting positions, you lifted yourself up to bounce on him, and he breathed a small whimper. You smiled, leaning over him as you began to lower yourself once again. You maintained a steady pace, fingers hooking through the necklace hanging around his neck to pull his lips up to yours. You panted, sharing breaths for a second before you connected your lips. Bracing yourself against his chest, you increased your pace until you were making your own head spin. He was hitting all of the right spots, stars blooming in your vision as you hastily approached orgasm. 

The muscles of his abdomen trembled beneath you, and he groaned as you pulled away from the kiss to breath. “God, fuck, Y/N.”

You smiled, chest heaving with every breath. “I’m almost there,” you whispered, using every bit of self-control not to cry out his name over and over again.

“Shit,” he hissed, as you swirled your hips at a different angle. “I am, too. Let go, for me, yeah?”

You nodded your agreement, fingers pressing into his chest as you lifted up. The room filled with breathless moans and the sound of skin slapping together. You brought your other hand down to your clit, toying with the bundle of nerves as you hurdled towards your orgasm. Your mouth fell agape, pornographic noises ripping through the room around you. Your thighs shook and ached as you rode him through your release, milking every ounce of pleasure out of the man beneath you. He cried out your name in his velvety tone, his body tensing as he reached his own orgasm.

His fingers dug into your thighs as he held you in place, eyes locked onto yours as his release coated your insides. 

“Don’t stop,” he muttered, hips jerking into yours as you continued your pace. The muscles in your legs tightened, though the pleasure pulsing through your body shadowed the pain. 

“Jake, I can’t—” you mewled, body weakened from your orgasm.

“You can, angel, I know you can…” he whispered, leaning up to grasp your face in one hand. “Keep going…”

“It’s too much–”

“One more, Y/N. Just give me one more.” He pressed his lips against your throat, biting softly against the skin. His fingers dipped between your bodies, rubbing your clit fervently. Your entire body seized, hands holding onto him for dear life. “Come on, baby…”

You cried out his name, moisture pricking your eyes as you rocked against his hand. He was softening inside of you, your walls clenching around him as he coaxed you through your second orgasm. Burying your face into his neck, you whined at the feeling. 

“Almost there, baby, I know you can do it,” he cooed, lips ghosting over your jaw, up your hairline, onto your forehead. “Oh, you’re so good for me…”

He made a pleased noise as your release washed over you again, black spots clouding your vision. The sounds coming from you were animalistic, and unrelenting as you sobbed against him. He pressed gentle kisses against your temple and forehead, easing you through the overwhelming pleasure. Your body finally stilled, body going lax against him as you struggled to catch your breath.

“I knew you would be a good girl for me,” he said. He brushed the hair off of your face and neck, gently separating the two of you and laying you down on the bed. You sprawled over the sheets, the air cooling the mess between your legs as you lay there trying to slow your heart rate. 

“That was…”

“Mind blowing,” Jake finished for you, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips before pulling away and standing up. He pulled his jeans back on, rummaging around in the room as you laid an arm over your eyes. You let your body relax, muscles aching from the effort of riding him. 

After a second, you hissed at a cold feeling between your legs. You pushed yourself up on your elbows, watching as Jake wiped the mess from between your legs.

“Sorry,” he muttered, “didn’t wanna run down to the bathroom…”

“It’s okay,” you relaxed back into the bed again. It was a tad amusing that he kept a pack of wet wipes in his room, but you said nothing. You were too exhausted. 

He tossed the soiled wipe into the trash bin by the desk, then flicked the light off. He passed you a t-shirt that smelled like him, and you pulled it over your head. His bed was more comfortable than your own at this point, your mind drifting away already after only a few seconds. 

“You all right?” he asked, concern coloring his voice as he settled into bed beside you. You threw one arm over his abdomen, slipping closer to him in the darkness.

“Mhmm,” you replied.

“All right sleepyhead,” he mumbled. He pressed his lips against your temple softly. “I’ll take you to get your shit from the bar tomorrow.”

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[jakeyt]

Covet (Masterlist)

Summary: 

Life was good. No, life was great. 

Was. 

Until.

Jake Kiszka crashed into the picture.

You welcomed him into your life—your home. 

Yes, he was your best friend’s twin. But, he was also the one who would end up disrupting your whole world with his attitude, his troubles, and the annoyingly natural way he lured you in. 

Jake Kiszka came with so much you really didn’t want.

At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself.

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!Reader

Genre: and they were ROOMMATES; slowburn; enemies to lovers; enemies to lovers to friends to who knows what the hell they are

Warnings: 18+ (minors stay away); struggles with anxiety; absent parents; use of drugs and alcohol; sexual situations; etc. *each chapter will include the warnings that you should be aware of as the reader. i promise.* <3

Here is a Covet Visualizer that you can refer to if you're curious what certain outfits may look like, what the boys look like at any point in the story, or if there's a special performance I envision for a chapter... use if you want!

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Covet (Roommates AU)

Word Count (currently): 194.3k+

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 (sneak peek)

Chapter 6 (sneak peek)

Chapter 7 Pt 1 (sneak peek)

Chapter 7 Pt 2 (sneak peek)

Chapter 8 Pt 1

Chapter 8 Pt 2

Chapter 8 Pt 3 (sneak peek)

Chapter 9 Pt 1 (sneak peek)

Chapter 9 Pt 2 (sneak peek)

Chapter 10 Pt 1 (sneak peek)

Chapter 10 Pt 2

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Epilogue

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[sacredthethreadgvf]

Limelight |Jake Kiszka x Reader | Prologue

A/N: Hey everyone! I'm back at it..you know me, ideas pop into my head out of the blue and occasionally we go on a journey together. Please note that while this follows the band and Jake closely this is a fictional story. I currently do not have a posting schedule or a plan on how many parts this will be so bare with me !! As always, I appreciate alllll the feedback and love chatting about stories with you all ! I cannot wait to see where yet another enemies to lovers trope takes us! A very special shout out to @joshym for hyping me up over this story and being a beta reader for this upcoming series (I appreciate you so so much!!). This is just a little prologue to start us off on our journey. MINORS DNI this series !!! This will contain smut at one point!

Summary: Jake Kiszka is a pain in the ass to put it in simple terms. But you loved your job, you actually needed this job more than anything. However, shining shoes, refilling water, folding towels, applying eyeliner, etc. was not exactly on your agenda. Neither was falling in love with the type of man you usually steered far, far away from but yet here we are. Being Jake Kiszka's personal assistant has brought trials and tribulations beyond belief but maybe, just maybe, they were worth it all in the end.

Prologue Warnings: None. Unless you want to count swearing?

Limelight. 

Between both aspiring artists and fans alike, the chase and the thrill of the limelight could not be beat. 

You craved the limelight personally, more than the average fan of music. You wanted a taste of it for yourself ever since you were young but being the center of public attention? Well, scared the hell out of you. So you settled for a different type of “Limelight”. The type of limelight that brought along all of the green rooms, the thrills, the music so loud and close you wouldn’t be able to hear for days following the concert. You craved to just be close to your favorite musicians without having to pay a pretty penny. You craved the backstage limelight. 

You had applied at ReverbPR for a simple assistant job to navigate your way through the music industry to make a name for yourself. You went to college to be a producer of music but found it hard as a young girl fresh out of college with little to no experience to have anyone take you seriously in Nashville. So you settled to be an executive assistant for frontmen, guitar and bass players and drummers alike in hopes to market yourself to these artists to then eventually work with them one on one with their new albums. 

You were working away at your profile on LinkedIn in a little coffee shop early on a Monday morning when you got the call from your boss Brian. 

“Pack your bags, I found a new client for you.” 

Your heart raced from excitement. Things with your previous client did not work out well for you. You had been paired up with an up and coming rock band who’s misogynistic ways both on stage and off made it a very uncomfortable work situation for yourself that was taking a toll on you mentally. You had called Brian after a month and begged him to pair you with someone else. To your surprise he agreed and sent your replacement to the band and thankfully, that was the last you heard of them. 

So when you heard from Brian you were now paired yet again with an up and coming rock band of young men, your heart sank and your blood pulsed in your ears.  But Brian had assured you that this band was different and you wouldn’t be working with all of the band members, just one this time. 

Higher following on social media and a good reputation. 

So you agreed but had a mind to keep your guard up just in case. 

That night, following a few glasses of wine, you lifted your roommate's cat off of your lap. You ignored the soft protests that sweet little Isabel made and reached out for your laptop sitting on the coffee table. You typed ‘GRETA VAN FLEET’ into your browser and fell into a deep dive on the quartet from Michigan and their rise to fame. 

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away from you, a young guitarist was preparing for a night of revelry. 

“Why do you always have to be such a dick dude?!” Jake exasperated, shooting a glare across the room to his better half. Actually, lesser half in the eyes of Jake at this given moment. 

Jake's arms were crossed against his chest and he was leaning against a table. His hands were preoccupied with a cup of wine and a little black eyeliner pencil that was about to go to waste. 

“Because brother Jake,” Josh paused and closed his eyes as his assistant, Rose, spread silver glitter across his eyelids. “Beauty like mine takes time! My rhinestones aren’t even done yet.” 

He closed his eyes again, avoiding the sharp glare from Jake. 

“It's not going to take long to do two little black lines under my eyelids.” Jake threw a hand in the air. 

He could tell Josh was getting irritated quickly as Jake was interfering with his “Quiet Time” pre stage ritual bullshit. “Exactly. You can do it yourself.” 

“Josh,'' Rose protested softly. “It really won’t take me that long.” Josh’s eyes popped open in a warning his sweet assistant Rose then back to Jake as if to say ‘Get the fuck out of my dressing room’.

Jake rolled his eyes. “What fucking ever. I’ll get my own damn assistant then and you won’t be able to steal them.” 

As he walked back to his own dressing room clad in his silver stage suit, the faint sounds of fans chanting “GRETA! GRETA! GRETA!” filled his ears. His senses were heightened. No matter how many times he’s been on stage. No matter how many pep talks he has given himself before, he will never shake the butterflies. 

Now to add to the butterflies was pure rage. A sense of frustration with his twin and he didn’t even have time to do his goddamn eyeliner. 

He made a plan in his head to talk to his manager about it tomorrow. It was time he had his own damn help around here.

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[weightofkiszka]

𝒯𝑒𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓀𝑒𝓎

Pairings: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Word count: 1,451

Warnings: 18+ MNDI, enemies to lovers, oral sex (m! and f! receiving) fingering, brat taming, m!dom, f!sub, penetrative unprotected sex

You walked into The Fox, it having been the requested hangout spot by your best friend. Having told him you would be there despite his twin being there, you kept true to your word. Jake. Your enemy. Yet you at one point had feelings for him but had pushed them deep down after overhearing him tell his younger brother that he would never be with a girl like you. But you quickly walked away before you heard the rest of the conversation.

"Hey! You finally made it!" Josh saw you from across the bar and came to guide you to the table him and his brothers were sat at. You sat next to Daniel after taking note that Jake wasn't there. "Thank you for inviting me out Josh, I needed a night out and away from my roommate and her boyfriend."

You looked around the bar after saying that, feeling someones eyes on you. You found him. His eyes glued to you, almost pulling you towards him. Jake had watched you walk in and immediately found that it was hard to look away. He held eye contact with you for what seemed like an eternity, but it was only a few seconds before he turned back to the bar.

"Y/N, would you like a drink?" Josh asked only to be interrupted by his twin setting a drink in front of you. "Whiskey. Just how she likes it." You blushed at the thought of him remembering your usual drink. "You know, its such a basic drink. For a basic girl like you."

You glared at Jake, he was always somewhat snappy towards you but that comment was something you would think about all night. "Well at least I don't drink something overly fruity like all the girls you take home, Jacob." He slightly narrowed his eyes at you before storming away and disappearing.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I don't know why he's so rude to you. Let's just have a good time tonight."

After almost an hour and a half, Jake had returned but chose to stay as far away from you as possible. You all made the group decision to go back to Josh's house for the rest of the night. You planned on staying away from Jake, still thinking about how he called you basic. But he had other plans for your night.

You had been having a conversation with Daniel when you felt someone tap on your shoulder.

"Hey, um, can we talk?" Jake asked you with pleading eyes, his cheeks slightly flushed showing how nervous he was. "Yeah, of course." He took your hand and led you upstairs to Josh's guest room and shut the door behind you.

He sat on the edge of the bed while you leaned against the door. "I'm sorry for everything. I shouldn't treat you badly. You don't deserve it." You looked down at the floor, waiting for him to continue but the room grew uncomfortably silent. "I accept your apology. Although there really is no reason to be rude. What did I ever do to you?"

"Well maybe if you noticed me instead of Daniel I wouldn't be rude." He mumbled to himself, not realizing you heard him.

"Wait, you think I like Danny? Good lord Jake, how can you be so ignorant? I mean it's not like I haven't been so obvious the last three years, but you wouldn't know. All you want is to get your dick wet and it's so painfully obvious that you'll stick it into anything that isn't nothing but a girl at the bar who probably fucks every man who walks in."

You turned around and opened the door to walk away from him but he was beside you in seconds, pushing the door closed before you had a chance to open it all the way. "Don't talk to me that way, little girl. I have no problem reprimanding you." He grabbed your shoulders and turned you around to face him, his eyes filled with anger with a hint of lust.

"Do it then. Reprimand me. I dare you." You rolled your eyes at him and he took the opportunity to grab both wrists and pin them above your head. His eyes no longer filled with anger, but lust. He pressed his hips against yours. Your eyes widened when you felt how hard he was. "J-Jake, I-", he cut you off by pressing a kiss to your lips. "Goddamn it Y/N. You're so annoying sometimes. Such a brat, I wanna fuck it out of you." He pressed kisses to your neck and jawline in between words.

His kisses causing whimpers to escape your lips, you squeezed your thighs together realizing how wet you already were. Jake pushed his knee in between your thighs. "No no Darling. You don't get to touch yourself in anyway. After being such a brat to me all these years, I'm gonna teach you how to behave." He guided you to the bed, and pushed you to sit down once your legs hit the edge of it. He bent down and took both shoes off for you and threw them down somewhere behind him. "Stand up and take your clothes off, love." Doing as you were told, you sat back down on the bed as he had you moments before.

"I'm gonna fuck that pretty little mouth of yours. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

He gave you no time to answer before undoing his pants and pulling his jeans down his hips and off of his legs. He grabbed your hair in his fist to hold it back, and tapped your lips with himself before pushing past your lips and into your mouth. Jake held your head still as he threw his head back. "Your mouth feels so good baby. Tap my leg if its too much."

He slowly began to fuck himself into your mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, but you willed yourself not to gag around him. "Good girl, you're doing so good for me." His pace began to pick up, soft moans tumbling from his lips. You put both hands on his thighs and could tell how close he was just from how tense they were. He pushed himself all the way to the back of your throat. "Take it like the good girl you are, Y/N. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth."

Jake sank to his knees and pushed your thighs apart, running his fingers through your folds pulling a moan from you. "Oh Darling, your so wet. Is this all for me?"

"Jake, please. I need you." You felt his lips around your swollen clit, licking and sucking. He put both your legs on his shoulders and supported his weight with one hand on the bed, the other at your entrance and immediately finding your g-spot and curling up towards it."Oh my god, Jake. I'm already so close." He pulled away from you and stood up. "On your knees, baby. Face down, ass up. Now."

"Yes sir." You were more than willing to do anything he told you. After getting into the position he told you, you felt him behind you. "I'm gonna make you feel so good. You won't be able to remember your own name when I'm done with you." With that, you felt him line himself up with your entrance, slowly stretching you out to get used to his length.

"So tight for me. You feel so good." Fucking you as fast as he possibly could, you pressed your face into the pillows trying to muffle how loud your moans were. It was undoubtedly the best sex you'd ever had. He felt you clench around him, and knew you were on the edge.

"Come on baby. You can do it. That's a good girl." You were screaming through your orgasm, as he talked you through it. Not long behind you. His movements slowed as you caught your breath. Jake pulled out and shot his finish all over your lower back.

"Stay there, I'll clean you up." He disappeared down the hall and quickly returned with a wet washcloth and cleaned you up as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "I've had the biggest crush on you, Y/N. And after tonight, I'd really like to take you on a proper date."

You looked up at him as he laid down next to you, smiling. He pulled you against him and kisses your forehead. "We'll talk about it in the morning though. You need some sleep."

From stairs, you heard Josh, "Finally! They admitted their feelings for each other!"

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[seenoversundown]

Masterpost

₊⊹ The Caravel Tavern Series ⊹₊

The opening of Caravel Tavern was a dream come true for Jake. With the help of his best friends and brothers, naturally. In a small city in New England, it's rare to come across new faces. (or even run into some from the past) Follow along through the series to discover what this piratical themed bar has in store for these boys.

WARNING: This series would be considered an AU ROM-COM, with romantic themes, wholesome friendship vibes, found family, and silly goofy behavior throughout.

Trigger Warnings will be listed at the beginning of chapters if applicable. (Please reach out if you feel anything was missed and I will make sure to add it in quickly!)

Please be advised that this series will include slow burn, open-door romances, meaning there will be on-page sexual content. Mature readers only (18+)

• All of these can be read as stand alone books, but do read better as a series! They are interconnected, so you will get more details if read in order 🫶🏻 •

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Sam Kiszka x Willa (Female OC)

Enemies to Lovers | Forced Proximity | Workplace Romance

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• Book 2 - Coming soon!

• Book 3 - TBA

• Book 4 - TBA

Any extra chapters that are within the world of Caravel Tavern:

• Prologue

TagList | Jukebox Playlist | Master List (for other one shots / fics)

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[joshsindigostreak]

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But don’t worry, it’s not the end…

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[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Summer Crush

Hydrangeas

Part 1

Summary: Sam had been caught in the middle of a friendship triangle for years. The problem was it wasn’t a competition for you. No you actually had a secret crush on his other best friend, Danny. When the boys come home for the summer Sam gives you one word of advice, distance yourself from Danny.

Pairings: Danny Wagner x fem reader x Sam Kiszka *slash pairing

Warnings: 18+, NO minors!, sexual content, slash pairings, friends to lovers, kind of enemies to lovers, love triangles, drinking, talk of jealousy, potential threesomes, not going too into detail yet don’t want to spoil it but do be warned 🫣, if the part number is in italics then there’s spice

Word count: 2.9k

“Wait Danny is coming to sub in tonight?!” You groaned up at your best friend while he was trying to get his equipment put together in a rush.

You had tagged along with Sam and his brothers for a gig like you usually did. The only problem was tonight when you all arrived at the venue, the current drummer had a scheduling issue which meant he wasn’t coming.

The boys had all but given up thinking they were going to have to cancel at the last minute. That was until Sam had the bright idea to call his other best friend, Daniel, to play drums instead.

When Danny agreed and started making his way they frantically started to unpack and get everything set up so the concert wouldn’t start too late when he arrived.

“Danny’s good, knows the music, he’s been to a lot of our shows” Sam tried to assure you although it absolutely was not working.

“I’ve been to a lot of your shows” you pointed out and he stopped what he was doing briefing to look over at you with a smirk.

Sam had always been caught in the middle of being best friends with both you and Danny. With you growing up just down the road from the Kiszka’s you had spent your entire childhood being friends with the boys.

Although you were in the same grade as his twin brothers, Josh and Jake, you had always felt the closest connection to Sam.

Sam’s outlook on life put you at ease. You were always caught up in something whether it be making good grades in school, practicing your heart out for your theater class (although you could never out perform Josh), or trying to impress your parents. Sam on the other hand was always unapologetically himself. When you were around him he could sense you getting stressed and would make you take a deep breath to remember you didn’t owe anyone anything but yourself.

When Sam started school after you he made another friend in his grade, Danny. When you were little kids it didn’t mean anything. Honestly, Danny was just another boy you hung out with like the Kiszkas.

As all of you started to mature, however, you started to distance yourself a little from Danny.

Sam, being the type of egocentric guy he was, thought the two of you were just competing for your role in the ‘best-friend’ title.

The truth was, the more Danny aged, the more your attraction for the once boy now young man grew as well.

You kept this crush on Sam’s other best friend a secret close to your heart, worried that if things ever progressed between the two of you it would put Sam in a complicated situation.

When Danny arrived he seemed to notice you first, nodding over in your direction like he wasn’t even surprised you were here as well.

“Danny boy!” Josh over-excitedly welcomed him by clapping a hand onto his back and dragging him further into the small and cramped backstage room. “Are you sure you’re up for this?”

“Yeah, I’m sure” he tried to reply with confidence but you and Sam could both tell he was quite nervous.

“Well good cause there’s no going back now, we’re on” Josh laughed while Sam went over to actually assure his friend he’d be alright and run through tonight’s planned performance to bring him up to speed.

The show went on without a hitch after Danny joined them. While you watched from the corner of the stage you had to admit they had an energy now that hadn’t been matched until this point. Danny was going all out with his chance to shine, the boys all sharing wide grins with each other, playing more animated and passionate than they had since Josh found his vocals.

After the show everyone stuck around to mingle for a while while the band cooled off backstage. When Sam finally emerged he found you quickly and gave you an enthusiastic hug. Although you squirmed to get his still sweaty body off of you.

“That was amazing wasn’t it!” Sam refused to let you go, his long lanky arms completely engulfing your shoulders and smothering your face into his chest.

“Yes Sam, you guys were great, but I can’t breathe”.

He loosened his hold but kept his hands on your shoulders, leaning over to speak quietly this time directly just to you.

“We were talking back there, and we are thinking about having Danny join us permanently”.

“Oh, umm, well isn’t that something” you weren’t sure what response to give him. After witnessing tonight you definitely couldn’t deny the compatibility they had, but you knew in the back of your mind that meant seeing Danny a lot more often.

Your alarm started going off ripping you from your sleep giving you that delirious feeling you got when you were having such a vivid dream it made it hard to come back into reality.

Reality was it was five years later, while you had gone off to college in Detroit the boys had pursued the band and really gotten down to work with getting signed and producing music.

Although years and miles had been put between you and Sam you still stayed very much in touch. Sometimes when you were in a dark place you thought distancing yourself, or even cutting the friendship off completely, would help with the sting of loneliness you felt at first while they were away touring and you were still stuck in Michigan studying. Time really did heal all wounds though, and you found yourself settling into life in Detroit with new girl friends from school.

Last year had been a very busy year for the band, yet Sam had still managed to come to your college graduation. You had tried to tell him it wasn’t a big deal, you were only graduating from a design program, but nonetheless he was still over the moon for you and your achievement as were you for him.

Transitioning from school life into the working community proved to be harder than you initially imagined. Unfortunately there were a lot of design graduates and without the experience or something to set yourself apart from the others, it was hard to land good paying jobs.

Currently you were just working commissions, trying to build up a portfolio, when the band got a break and all returned home for a few months to relax and reset. Sam immediately contacted you to return home as well and join them.

At first you were a little weary to accept. You hadn’t lived with your parents in quite a while, and that was actually doing a lot for you to get the space and ease the pressure, but once you brought up the idea of coming to spend the summer with them they sounded so ecstatic about it you couldn’t say no any longer.

You were hoping your first night back home would be quiet, but you should have known ‘rest and relaxation’ wasn’t in the Kiszka brother’s vocabulary.

“Where are we going?” You demanded from Sam when he picked you up from your parents house late in the evening.

“To a party!” He replied, “lots of old friends are excited to have us back in town so they’re throwing us a welcome home party, I’m sure there will be people from highschool who will be glad to see you back too”.

“You guys were my only friends from highschool” You reminded him with a sigh. It’s not like you weren’t a social person, you just bonded with Sam and his family at such a young age you never felt the need to go looking for anyone else before college. Then of course there was Danny as well. “I think everyone is just excited to see the rockstars from our small little town come back”.

“That may be true” he nodded his head not even attempting to disagree with the bold statement you’d made. “Regardless, we’re going to have fun tonight”.

The rest of the car ride was quiet. Surprisingly it still didn’t make you feel uncomfortable to be in silence around Sam. That fact only solidified that despite being apart for so long your friendship was still strong.

You weren’t too worried about bumping into people from highschool at the party, like you had said, most everyone would be more occupied with the boys. Seeing Danny again after all these years is what really got your heart racing.

“It’s so great to see you again!” Josh in his usual high spirited demeanor welcomed you to the party. He pulled you into a fast hug although his body didn’t engulf you like his younger brothers did.

“Glad you came” Jake smiled at you when it was his turn, opting to squeeze you from the side which you knew from him was just as endearing of a greeting as his twin.

“Come on I think Danny’s in the kitchen getting us some drinks” Sam placed a hand on the small of your back and pushed you away from his brothers. Months and months squeezed into confined spaces and sharing everything with his family had made his possessiveness of what was his even worse. Because of that you knew he wouldn’t let you out of his sight for long tonight, but it didn’t bother you one bit because there was no one else you’d rather spend time with than him anyways.

“Look what I’ve got” Sam called out to Danny when he found him, motioning his arms around you to give you the grand entrance you deserved.

“Look what I’ve got” Danny parroted with a cheeky smile as he displayed the three drinks he’d mixed.

“Are you guys even old enough to drink yet?” You questioned with a hint of a teasing scoff in your tone. You were quickly remembering the last time you guys all had some mixed drinks in plastic cups together was in their garage right before you went off to college and they got busy with the band. At that time none of you were even close to being legal to drink but it didn’t stop you then.

“I won’t tell if you won’t” Danny looked up through his dark lashes mischievously, already bringing the rim of the cup up to his lips and taking a drink.

“To a summer together!” Sam raised his cup to you in a toast, you held your cup up to his and he thrusted them together nearly causing the contents of both your cups to spill over the top onto you.

You laughed at his silly sentiment, it’s not like you were drinking wine or champagne from a glass, you didn’t even know what Danny had mixed together, yet Sam still insisted. Little did you know what ‘a summer together’ would mean for the three of you.

You were the last to taste your drink, immediately feeling a warm shiver wash over you as the mostly alcoholic liquid went down. “What did you put in here?!”

Both Danny and Sam laughed at you like they’d expected you to have a better tolerance to liquor since college. You sure as hell weren’t going to let the two of them show you up though, so you kept talking drink after drink until the burning sensation went away and a numb fuzzy feeling enveloped your whole body.

After a while and a few more drinks you had opened up to socializing with a few others but you found yourself back with Sam and Danny in the small living room all crowded on the couch together with Sam in the middle.

You had ignored Danny for most the night but in this very moment you let your better judgment falter and your gaze shifted past Sam next to you onto his friend.

Although you had fought the feeling all night the second you laid eyes on him jealousy boiled over.

You and Sam had been so close before, literally spending everyday together. Even if all that time together made you so sick and annoyed with each other that feeling never lasted for long, always making up for whatever stupid fight you might have gotten into and going right back to goofing off.

Now you felt like just another admirer. Danny was with Sam every day now so did that mean he had won Sam’s imaginary best friend competition?

Before you could catch yourself staring, Danny’s eyes met yours and you quickly looked away, stumbling around in your head for a way to distract from the awkward exchange.

“Danny, Sam’s hair has gotten really long, do you guys not have a stylist?” You picked up a couple of chestnut locks and played with them in your fingers behind Sam’s back.

“Hmm” he hummed in agreement, “his hair has gotten long, but he won’t let anyone touch it”.

“Will too!” Sam butted in, “I just don’t want it cut just yet, I think it makes me look cool”.

“Do you think it makes Sam look cool, Danny?” You continued your conversation, addressing Sam like he wasn’t sandwiched between the two of you still.

“Cool? I’d say cute” Danny teased knowing how Sam would react to the evocation.

“Cute?! Cut it out!” He tried to elbow his friend to silence him but Danny was able to dodge just in time, springing up from the couch.

“I think I’m going to get another drink, anybody else?”

“I’ll come with I could use some water” you replied and stood up as well.

“Water?” Sam complained, obviously wanting you to continued drinking with them, but you knew if you let yourself not only would you have a huge hangover in the morning, but you would probably do something stupid.

“You just stay here, we’ll be right back” you pointed at him with a stern look that said no more complaints and followed Danny who had already started to walk away back into the kitchen.

“So, what were you staring at earlier?” Danny randomly asked once the few other people in the room had made their drinks and cleared out.

“Me? Staring? No, I was just spaced out. One too many Danny cocktails”. You raised your cup that now held water up in your own toast for the night “To Sam learning when to stop making everything about himself”.

Danny cracked a crooked smile and walked around the bar you were leaning on, positioning himself to stand right in front of you.

“To learning a little about ourselves” he raised his cup and gently clanked it against yours watching as you hid your sudden onslaught of redness behind yours while you took another drink.

As soon as you lowered the cup again Danny took a step closer and leaned in to steal an unexpected kiss from you.

Your mind went into complete error mode when his lips, still wet from the liquid he just drank, pressed firmly against yours. Like your brain couldn’t tell your hand to correctly hold a cup any longer you dropped it onto the ground next to you. The little remainder of water inside splashing up onto yours and Danny’s legs. Since it was just water you weren’t too concerned with picking it up right away. Instead your arms regained function and you wrapped them around Danny’s neck, yanking him down into a faster, needier kiss.

After just a few more seconds, right before you thought your brain was going to explode from being unable to compute what was going on, Danny pulled away and quickly exited the kitchen without a word.

You were flabbergasted, stunned into an immobile state as you were left staring at the entryway waiting for him to come back and either explain what just happened or push you down onto the table and make out again.

When you saw a tall frame reappear it didn’t take long to recognize it was Sam checking in on you. You quickly snapped out of it and ran around to find a towel to clean up your mess.

“What happened?” Sam questioned and your whole body shook, afraid he saw the way Danny rushed out. “Spilled your drink?” He came further into the kitchen to help you clean and you were able to relax a bit knowing he was oblivious to what just happened.

You found a towel and wiped up the small mess while you got a new cup to refill.

Just when you thought you were in the clear Sam spoke up, “Hey can I talk to you about something?”

“Of course, anything” you tried to act natural but trying hard made you worry it came out forced.

“I know you, Danny, and I have been really close in the past,” he started and stopped once to reorganize his thoughts in his head, something he didn’t do often, “but I just want to ask you to keep your distance from him. Danny’s my best friend too, but he’s also in the band so we have to make sure things stay good between us. I hope you understand what I’m saying and don’t take it the wrong way”.

“I got it, Danny and I aren’t as close as you think we are anyways” you forced a laugh since you were lying right in your best friend’s face.

A relieved look washed over his face which only deepened the guilt you felt right now. “Ok, I’m glad you’re not like mad about it”.

“Sammy,” you set your cup down this time and held your arms open for a hug. “Nothing can get between us, just look at everything we’ve survived”.

“Yeah, you’re right” he replied after meeting you for the hug and placing his chin atop your head.

Your heart was banging against your chest still, you were almost sure he could feel it, but the matter seemed to be settled.

Your crush for Daniel Wagner had to finally go away.

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Series:

Tears of Rain  ☽ ♡ ➳  

Living in a small, New England town, daily life was rarely ever exciting for you. It lent comfort and peace with few neighbors, beautiful nature and scenery and a calming reliability with each new day. Things were starting to feel a little stagnant and lonely for you despite how much you enjoyed living here. One summer morning a beautiful stranger might have changed everything for you.

Boys of Summer-wip ♡ ➳ ☽

 It’s the summer of 1986 and you find yourself starting your first job on your own. You were drawn to the beaches of Ocean City in search of a new start, expecting to fill the days enjoying whatever the coastal town had to offer. You find yourself thrown into a world you couldn’t have anticipated and the memories made were sure to last a lifetime. 

The Perfect Treat - wip (Josh x f!reader x Danny) ☽

Your boyfriend, Josh decides to propose the idea of sharing with you for the evening with his best friend. 

Skin Deep - wip (Josh x f!reader x Jake)

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Over Your Ex, Under His Brother  ☽

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You had just recently broken up with your ex-boyfriend, Jake, who happened to be the twin of your best friend. One weekend afternoon Josh stops by to spend time with you after being distant for weeks. Feelings emerge to the surface and things start to happen as your little smoke sesh together becomes more than you expected. 

Backseat Ties  ☽

strangers-to-lovers

After being dragged to a lackluster night planned at a bar, a handsome and charming stranger pulls you into an unexpected turn of events for your evening.

Praises and A Punishment  ☽ ♡

Overworked and overtired, it’s become clear that you’re in need of a break. Things have been stressful lately, and you were guilty of not giving your boyfriend and you the attention your relationship needs. After spending a wonderful morning together, you find yourself in a compromising situation with Josh.

Picking Favorites ☽ ➳

enemies-to-lovers

You were in the midst of putting together a small birthday party for you best friend, Jake, when you got the news that his twin brother would be attending as well. Once good friends, your relationship with him had soured to the point of hatred over the years. How was the night going to end when he threatened to ruin it?

Don’t Be Shy, Baby  ☽

You always enjoy taking care of your loving, hard-working boyfriend every chance you can, even when he just can’t seem to  wait for you. 

Two’s a Crowd, Three’s a Party  ☽

friends-to-lovers

Your best friend takes you out to one of the Kiszka’s house parties one night against your better judgement. Through some playful flirty banter, things start to take a wild turn where you would least expect them.

Looking Glass  ☽

Your boyfriend has always been sweet and loving, but something about the stage brought something out in him. A FaceTime call before a show took an unexpected turn, and it might have changed the dynamic of your relationship. 

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Unwind  ☽ ♡

You came home after a long night at work, exhausted and disappointed that you missed out on an evening together with your boyfriend, Jake. He decided to surprise you with a night of loving treatment and attention, soothing away the stress you had built up through the night. 

A Quick Dip / Part 2 ☽ ♡ ➳

After fighting the idea for months, you finally give into your mother’s persistence of inviting you to your childhood vacation for a weekend at the beach. It also gives them the opportunity to meet your boyfriend, Jake, for the very  first time. Just as you expected, things do not go as well as you might have hoped. 

A Little Neighborly Advice  ☽

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Your eyes instantly caught the sight of your new neighbor in your building. Thinking he might not be interested, you tried your best to avoid any embarrassment. However, one evening things seem to change…

Brittle ☽ ➳

Frustrated with the way things are going  with Jake, you decide you have to confront him on how your fwb relationship wasn’t working. 

Skin Deep Masterpost

Tattoo Shop!AU x f!reader x Josh

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The Perfect Treat (Josh x f!reader x Danny) ☽

Your boyfriend, Josh decides to propose the idea of sharing with you for the evening with his best friend. 

The Perfect Treat II

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Boston Calling || Chapter 16 || The Finale

Jake x Reader - Enemies to Lovers

Word count: almost 5k

*WARNINGS*: smut, oral sex (f receiving), semi public sex, unprotected sex, slight degradation

A/N - Well that's it, you guys. It's officially over. The first fic, yet alone series, that A and I ever wrote. It feels like the end of an era. Thank you for your patience and love <3 and thank you to @shutupdevvie and @kdarling1 for proofreading!

After our whirlwind Spring Break trip, the drive back to Boston was a comfortable one; I rode with Danny again as the Kiszka boys had only taken Josh’s Jeep and between Sam’s copious amounts of luggage, there wasn’t much room for one more in their vehicle. I argued that I couldn’t leave Danny all by his lonesome, and frankly I think I might have gone insane if I had to sit in a car full of Kiszka’s for the long journey home.

“So I’m assuming all is well with you and Jake now, huh?” Danny questioned, glancing briefly away from the road to look at me.

“Yeah,” I giggled, before sighing wistfully, “I told him I loved him back.” I smiled, a blush creeping up on the apples of my cheeks.

“Not to brag, but I kind of predicted all along how this would turn out.” He exclaimed, faux arrogance laced in his voice. Making a show of dusting his shoulders off, a cocky look on his face. 

I simply giggled in response to his teasing, “How’d you know how things would turn out, huh? What are you, psychic?” I asked, teasing him back.

“Of course I am.” He muttered, rolling his eyes in fake sarcasm before joining me in my fit of giggles.

The moment was sweet, platonic; a friendship I hadn’t had in ages, if ever. It was not lost on me that I was almost willing to give this up, and more, all because I wasn’t brave enough to stay for something I truly wanted. I laid my head back on the seatrest, turning to the side to look at Danny fondly.

“Thank you Danny, really, what you did for me was very thoughtful.” 

“All in the name of love.” He said in response. 

The rest of my time spent in Michigan was lovely, I had never visited the picturesque state before, but everyone ensured that I would have a lovely time… and they were right. Unfortunately the warm weather only lasted for a very brief period of time before the cold continued to drag along and there we were, back again, bundled in cardigans and sweaters in accordance to the mercurial beginning season of Spring. 

The cool breeze swept through the half open car windows, my hair safely contained within Jake’s scarf. Before I had embarked on the road trip back to Boston with Danny, Jake showed up at the Wagner family home in search of me. He gave me a sweet peck on the lips, respectful due to prying eyes, and told me he would see me soon before he wished us safe travels. He didn’t leave before handing me his scarf and winked while saying “for the road” with a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

By the time we had returned to Boston and reached my apartment, it was way past dark. I was exhausted but so unbelievably content. Danny walked me all the way to my door and made sure I was situated before leaving back to his shared place with Sam. As I entered my home, it struck me that the walls were bare, everything that I had so meticulously and thoughtfully placed throughout my home was gone; packed away in boxes due to the result of my reckless, self sabotaging decision. The boxes of my most treasured belongings must have reached Nashville by now, the only remaining pieces of furniture were my beloved couch and my bed stripped away of everything, including the sheets. Having to wrangle with my mother to send them back to my apartment was undoubtedly going to prove to be a challenge… for all I know she may have thrown my things out entirely. 

I sighed, laying on the threadbare bed without even a pillow to rest my head upon. It was apparent that the embarrassment and hurt of what I had done to Jake had not completely left and my ghost of an apartment was only igniting the barely there, lingering guilt I still felt in my bones. Without giving it much thought I picked my phone up and immediately dialed Jake’s number. He picked up on the first ring, sounding out of breath, as if he had rushed to answer my call.

“Hey, baby! Did you get home alright?” He asked.

“Yeah, I did. Danny just dropped me off, thank you for checking in. What about you guys, everything good?” I responded, not quite ready to admit how alone and vulnerable I was feeling.

“Yep, Sammy just left to his apartment down the hall and Josh is fast asleep passed out on the couch.” He chuckled at his twin’s expense. 

“Hey, umm… Jakey? Do you think you could perhaps come pick me up? If you’re not too busy unpacking or doing something important, I mean.” I asked meekly, my voice breaking slightly. 

“Yes, sweetheart! Of course. Is everything okay? Did something happen?” He responded, a hint of concern painting his voice.

“I’m really lonely, that's all,” I whimpered, tears threatening to spill from the corners of my eyes, “I came home to an empty apartment, I went to lay down but I don’t even have my bedsheets, or a pillow to rest my head on. Everything has already been sent down to Nashville and I’m honestly not even sure of the whereabouts of my belongings anymore.” I finished, my voice wavering with emotion.

“Oh shit, baby.” He said, the slightest hint of pity traveling through the phone. “Don’t cry, I’ll be down to get you in a few minutes. Pack some things so you can stay over, and tomorrow I’ll help you resituate your apartment, okay?”

“Thank you so much, Jake. You have no idea how much that would mean to me.” I reply earnestly. 

True to his word, not even fifteen minutes later, there he was by the sidewalk of my apartment building, the top of his convertible on given the chill the Boston air had taken this week. Donning a pair of reading glasses, he greets me as I step into the car. 

“You wear glasses?” I exclaimed in awe. 

“Yeah, I do.” He responded, chuckling at my enthusiasm over his new accessory.

“Since when?” I questioned, reaching over to trace the side frames of the glasses. 

“I got the prescription a few weeks ago, and I normally wear contacts, but recently I’ve been wearing the glasses just because they don’t cause as much irritation, you know?” He explains, putting the car into drive and pulling into traffic. 

“They look so good.” I complimented, my voice husky and my gaze never leaving his shiny eyes. 

He giggled adorably and blushed at my sentiment.

“I don’t know, I kinda think it makes me look all awkward and nerdy.” He said, sounding insecure. 

“Well for the record, I think you look super sexy and smart and sophisticated.” I complimented.

He simply proceeded to smirk and shake his head in response. He reached over with his free hand and took one of mine in his, connecting them and resting them gently on the center console. I absolutely swooned at the action, feeling so incredibly lucky to have reached this point after an admittedly rocky start to our relationship. A quiet but comfortable atmosphere enveloped us as he drove through the streets of Boston, navigating us expertly to his apartment. 

We entered his home quietly, all whispers and tip toes as we snuck past a slumbering Josh in the living room, bee lining for Jake’s bedroom. Once his door had softly closed, he pounced on me, hands knotting themself in my previously perfectly styled hair, but I didn’t mind. Jake could ruin me and I’d say “thank you”. His deft fingers began working their way down my silk blouse, undoing the buttons expertly, before sliding the fabric off of my shoulders until I stood before him in just a black lace bra and a pair of tailored jeans… my best version of casual. 

“You are perfection, baby.” He whispered before placing open mouthed kisses on my shoulder, traveling to the junction of my neck. 

“Jake.” I panted as he sucked particularly hard, earning a small whimper to escape my lips. 

“You sound so sweet for me.” He complimented, still working my neck. 

“Mmm…” I tried my hardest to suppress the moans that threatened to spill over. 

“Let me hear them, Y/N.” He instructed. 

“But what about Josh?” I questioned, still vaguely aware of his sleeping presence in the small apartment. 

“Don’t want my twin brother to hear how good I make you feel?” He teased. “He can sleep through anything, and if he happens to wake up and have a problem with you screaming my name, then he can fuck off down to Sam’s place.”

Jake’s hands gripped my hips, walking me backwards until my knees hit the back of the bed. He lay me down gently, before making quick work of removing my shoes and denim pants. Once he had peeled the fabric off of my legs, he placed soft kisses over the expanse of my thighs, showing them an equal amount of attention. I bucked my hips impatiently, earning a smug laugh from him. He hovered his perfect face over my clothed core, leaning in incredibly slow before taking my lace thong in between his teeth, beginning to pull them away from me. His lust blown pupils held my gaze as he used his mouth to peel away the flimsy layer of fabric. The sight was deliciously sinful, I was sure that my arousal was making a mess of the sheets beneath me. Jake took my panties from his mouth, bringing them to his nose and inhaling.

“Smell so fucking sweet. Need to taste that pretty pussy.”

I squirmed in place once, watching as he threw the underwear haphazardly into the corner of the room. Once he focused back on me, he practically dove into my legs. He pulled me closer to the edge of the bed and placed my thighs over each shoulder before licking a languid stripe from my core to my clit. I squealed at the sudden contact.

“You like that, Princess?” He smirked.

“Fuck yes, Jakey. Please keep going.” I begged, one hand finding purchase in his beautiful chestnut hair.

He bought a finger up to toy with the wetness surrounding my entrance, before plunging the digit inside as his tongue painted intricate patterns upon my throbbing clit. I mewled in response, tugging at his roots and beginning to grind down on his face. My head was thrown back as I lost myself in the feeling. I was vaguely aware of the presence of a second finger inside me, fucking into me and curling just right. 

“Right there, baby. Just like that.” I moaned out, no longer concerned that Josh may hear.

Jake removed his expert mouth from me, just long enough for him to utter, “I want to hear you scream my name when you cum all over my face.”

“Fuck!” I yelled, beginning to grind down faster and harder, chasing that beautiful release.

His fingers strummed against the spongy tissue inside of me, his mouth began to suck upon my clit and before I knew it, I was crashing headfirst into my orgasm, cumming all over his beautiful face like he’d begged me to with a scream of “Jake, Jake, Jake”.

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ONE YEAR LATER

It was Spring once again, four seasons had come and gone and now Jake and I were nearing our first anniversary together. We had spent the rest of the previous year navigating our internship and mutual classes as an official couple. Despite our relationship status, our competitive nature never faltered, we both pushed each other to be better people. My mother had struggled to accept the fact that I had decided to stay in Boston; to stay with Jake. She never returned the belongings that I had shipped to Nashville, but I didn’t find I had a need for them anymore, Jake and I moved in together and I started rebuilding my life one thrifted item at a time. My baby blue scarf was now replaced by Jake’s silk one. My sister’s pink slip dress replaced by thrifted sundresses. Jake, Josh, Sam and Danny were my family now, and I was finally living a life that was truly mine. Josh still lived with us and as much as I thought I’d hate the idea, it was kind of fun having my best friend and my boyfriend around so much. However, it did make it more difficult for Jake and I to have some ‘alone time’, after one particularly loud night last year, Josh had practically begged us to be more considerate roommates.

This semester had already proved to be a lot more difficult than the last. Most nights Jake and I found ourselves in the library, cramming until ungodly hours. It was a Tuesday night, and once again we were sat at our usual table, studying for an upcoming Music Theory exam. I was exhausted and as close as Jake and I were in proximity, I still found myself missing his touch. Between school and work, we hadn’t spent a lot of time together intimately lately. I was all sorts of frustrated and the words I was currently trying to memorize all seemed to mesh together. I was finding myself rereading the same paragraphs over and it was giving me a slight headache. Although the test was still days away, the preparation was extremely demanding, and I was feeling the effects of hours worth of studying and a severe lack of physical touch.

Pausing my right hand that was occupied with the task of writing notes I set the pencil down gently, my eyes feeling hazy from the countless pages of reading. My hand felt cramped from the copious amounts of notes I had been writing. I extended my fingers in and out and I winced in pain. The tendons in my hands were aching and burning. Jake, ever the observant, who had been sitting across from me brought his head up from the paragraph he was immersed in, giving me a concerned look, his eyebrows furrowing just a tad. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, delicately. 

I shook my right hand a little, a frustrated expression clearly evident on my face, “Just a little headache. But my hand hurts so bad.” I whined. 

Jake gave me an empathetic pout, as if he felt sorry for my state. He used his index finger to push his glasses further up the bridge of his nose before extending both hands towards my right.

“Give me your hand, sweetheart.” He requested, and without hesitation I reached towards his outstretched palms. The second they made contact with mine, he immediately began rubbing up and down my aching hand with his fingers, gently massaging the flesh. 

I recognized them as the massages he would perform on himself from all the intense and grueling guitar playing. The feeling had melted me completely. I sighed, tilting my head back a little and letting my arm go limp in his touch. The massage was much needed and it was proving to be incredibly effective. He continued his ministrations, easing his thumbs and index fingers back and forth in a firm pattern. 

“Do you happen to have any lotion or something?” He questioned. “It will be much easier, it won’t feel like I’m pulling at your skin so tight.” 

The massage so far had been nothing short of pleasurable, however, it was just like Jake to find any possible way to go above and beyond and make me feel even better. He looked up at me when I hadn’t answered, my gaze fixed on his. 

“Uhh, I think there’s a little tube of it in my backpack.” I responded.

He gently let go of my hand so I could retrieve the item. I bent down to where my backpack was resting against the wooden chair, unzipped the front compartment and pulled out the little aluminum tube of floral scented hand cream. From my peripheral I could see Jake yet again pushing his glasses up his nose, scrunching it a tad, placing the specks on his face just right. His gaze was set on the lotion as I passed it to him, he twisted it to the front, reading the title. He smiled sweetly before pulling his stare up to look at me. 

“Cherry blossoms, huh?” He teased, reiterating the name written on the hand cream. “That’s cute.” 

I couldn’t help but blush in response to his statement, a besotted smile plastered on my face. Everything he said and did had me swooning constantly, even an entire year later. Jake was everything I wanted and more, and moments like these had me feeling like a giddy little school girl… completely and utterly infatuated. I could only hope that this feeling lasted forever.

I extended my hand once again towards him, silently asking for him to continue. He picked my hand up in his, his gaze still fixated on me and placed a loving kiss on the back of my hand. I felt my heart soar. He began uncapping the lotion, squeezing a dime size drop on his fingers before rubbing the solution together, warming it in his hands. Before he set out to continue massaging me, he once again, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, but this time with the back of his knuckle. Jake was always embarrassed of his glasses, he felt insecure about them and was convinced they made him look too nerdy, or that they would demean his rockstar aesthetic. Deep down I knew he was a little academia romantic. Due to his dislike for his glasses, he would wear contacts most of the time. However, on long nights like this, he would don the frames I came to admire so much.

I continue to tell him how pretty they make him look, and that he shouldn’t be so insecure of them, but he would brush off each remark of mine with the same witty little comeback, ‘Reading glasses aren’t very rock and roll, Y/N” he’d say in his faux British accent, a teasing smile on his face. But through the surface level joke I could tell that he really wasn’t comfortable wearing them too often and he didn’t think he looked good in them, and no matter how much I disagreed with that statement it wasn’t my place to force him into anything he wasn’t comfortable doing. If he didn’t want to wear his glasses, it wouldn’t have been right of me to coerce him into doing so. 

But still, that didn’t mean I couldn’t continue to compliment him. 

“You look so sweet in your glasses.” I sighed dreamily, my chin resting on the heel of my left hand. 

He didn’t acknowledge my statement, but I could tell he had heard me by the way an instant blush fanned the apples of his cheeks, a deep crimson over his golden skin, the faintest smile painting his pretty lips. I couldn’t stop myself from reaching the hand supporting my chin to gently trace the top of his glasses and down the side of his face. His blush still prominent, I booped his nose lightly, teasingly. He shook his head a little at my sudden movement, shaking my finger away from his nose. 

“Oh, hush you.” He chided in faux sternness. 

I giggled at his expression, drinking in his features. He continued the massage for a few more minutes, his stare concentrated on my hand, only taking a glance up at me a few times and sporting a sweet, shy smile. I, on the other hand, couldn't stop looking at him. More specifically, his beautiful brown eyes behind those pristine glasses, it’s almost as if they magnified those doey irises. 

“All done!” He exclaimed, patting the back of my hand before letting go completely. “Feel any better, baby?”

“Much better.” I smiled.  “Thank you so much Jakey, you’re so kind to me.”

“No problem sweetheart, it’s the least I could do.” He replied, a genuine smile on his lips. 

Jake proceeded to pick his book back up and unfurled the dog ear in the page he was on. I watched him for a few moments, and before he turned to the next page, he, once again, pushed his glasses up his nose. I don’t know what it was about that small act that was invoking the most inexplicable feeling within me. Was it the fact that his movements were so subtle? Was it the glasses? Was it my insatiable desire for him? Was it all of the above? 

Whatever the reason it was, it had me rising from my seat and rounding the edge of the table to come stand beside him. He could feel my presence and see me from his peripheral and turned his head to look up at me from his chair questionably. Without saying anything I pushed his chair back a tad, causing the legs to squeal as they moved across the hardwood floor. I glanced around to make sure the noise hadn’t disturbed anyone, but the library had mostly cleared out due to the late hour. I lifted the book from his hands and set it on the table, not bothering to mark the page he was on. Formalities such as that were the last thing on my mind at the moment. In one swift movement, I had swung my leg over his lap, effectively straddling him on this measly little wooden chair, a look of surprise on his face. Brushing my hands through his hair I locked eyes with him. 

“You really do look so precious in those glasses.” I repeated my sentiment from earlier, punctuating it with a kiss to the tip of his nose and then proceeding it with another kiss between his eyebrows. 

He looked up at me with a besotted grin plastered on his face and I could feel his smile when I placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Pulling away I tilted my head, taking in his features once again. I could look at him for hours and never get bored, he was so beautiful and I was completely enamored… obsessed, if you will. Without thinking I cupped his face in earnest and pushed his lips towards mine once again, this time with much more fervor and urgency. I had to taste him, I just had to. 

The way his glasses nudged against my face in the middle of our kiss made me swoon. I could hear a small moan escape through his mouth and I responded by catching it with my tongue, muffling the delicious sounds he was making. I didn’t want to wait much longer, torturing myself by prolonging the beautiful experience that was fucking Jake. 

I slid my hand down his chest, rib cage, and torso, resting on his abdomen. Teasing my fingers underneath his shirt I mimicked the massage motions he was performing on my hands not too long ago on the soft skin of his lower stomach; an action that earned yet another soft moan from the man beneath me. 

“Lemme make you feel good baby.” I pleaded, begging him to let me take him like I so desperately wanted to. 

“In the library, baby?” He questioned in concern.

“Why not? We’re in a corner, and who’s gonna walk into this section of the library at this time of night, Jakey?” I reasoned. “It wouldn’t be the first time we have done something like this in public.”

I recalled the time he’d made me cum on his fingers in last year’s Sound Engineering class. Oh, how things had changed between us since then. At least this time we were surrounded by bookshelves and unless someone rounded a particular corner, they wouldn’t be able to see us. The past year of our relationship had emboldened me… in my opinion, this was an opportunity in the making. 

He seemed to consider my words, before his expression darkened before me, “There’s my dirty little slut.”

“Mmmm, she’s not been around for a little while.” I teased, twirling a lock of his hair between my fingers.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know I haven’t been able to give you as much of my time lately.” His expression looked genuinely pained.

“Shhh, none of that.” I placed my finger over his still moving lips. “Less talking, more fucking.”

He arched an eyebrow before responding, “That, I can do.” 

Then his lips were on mine once again, moving in tandem and savoring the taste and touch from each other. His hands gripped my ass, pulling me down against his growing erection. I gasped at the contact, which allowed him to slip his tongue into my mouth, dancing with my own. I ran my hands through his silken hair, before resting them on his shoulders, allowing me to rise off of his lap briefly in an effort to allow him to free his strained cock from his slacks. 

He made quick work of unzipping his pants, shuffling them just enough so that his shaft was exposed. I was glad I had chosen today to wear a skirt, I simply pulled my underwear to the side to give him access. He gripped himself in his right hand, teasing my dripping folds with the soft, weeping head. I quietly moaned in contentment, but as he inserted himself and bottomed out, the controlled noise turned into something more primal.

He clasped a hand over my mouth, before he smacked my ass the other, “You’re gonna have to be quiet for me, can you be a good girl and do that?” 

I nodded my head, starting to drool now against his fingers. He kept his hand against my lips and tapped my thigh, encouraging me to move.

“Ride me, baby.” He instructed, eyes shifting around briefly, reaffirming that we were still alone.

I began to circle my hips, slowly at first while I adjusted to the position. My thighs ached from straddling him but it was a pain I welcomed, something I haven’t felt enough of lately. I gyrated and ground myself down upon him, before switching to a bouncing motion, sliding his cock out of me as if it were the last chance I would ever have to sit upon it. His eyes screwed shut when I squeezed around him, a quiet curse falling from his lips. He licked his thumb and brought it down between us, beginning to stimulate my clit. Both of our gazes fixated on the way our bodies were joined, watching as he slipped in and out, my slick pooling out of me.

“Feels so good, Jakey.” I tried to speak through his hands, but it came out muffled.

He must have understood what I was saying, he sped up the motion of his thumb and began to buck into me, helping me fuck myself on him. The sensation was overwhelming, and given that I was very overdue for an orgasm, this one came hitting me out of nowhere. Jake helped me ride out the remnants of my pleasure, moving my hips for me with one hand now pressed on the flat of my lower back. Once the fluttering of my walls had subsided, he removed his hand from my mouth, reminding me to be quiet. His hands moved to grip my hips, before he slammed into me once, twice and then… he came inside of me with the sexiest grunt I could have ever imagined.

“Fuck.” I whispered.

“We just did.” He joked, helping me climb off of his lap on unstead legs.

“Jake? Y/N? Are you guys still here?” A familiar voice called from behind the bookcase. 

A mop of curls popped out from behind the shelves, preceding the interrupting voice. His eyes widened as he witnessed me cleaning up cum with a wad of napkins that I had shoved in my backpack from the coffee shop. Jake tucked his softened cock into his pants, clearing his throat nervously. He offered Josh a sheepish smile.

“You guys are like fucking animals.” Josh remarked, incredulously. “In the library, really?”

“Well to be fair, we haven’t had much of an opportunity to…” I began, before being cut off by Jake.

“It’s not the weirdest place we have ever messed around.” He confessed.

Josh plugged his ears childishly, “I don’t want to hear anymore. I was just wondering if you guys wanted to grab a bite to eat with Sam, Danny and I?”

“That sounds great actually.” I began to clear my textbooks up, alongside Jake.

We exited the library, Josh ahead of us as Jake and I walked hand in hand. In this moment I felt so fulfilled. I had everything that I never knew I wanted. Despite the fact that things were still strained with my mother,  I hoped in time she would come to understand why I made the choices I did. I loved my school, I loved my friends, I even loved my minimum wage job at the coffee shop. But, most of all, I loved Jake. I loved the way he made me feel and the life I was living since meeting him. I had it all and I couldn’t wait to see where life took us next. Boston really was my calling.

Fin.

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