highway-tuna

[highway-tuna]

'777' (Chapter Two)

pairing(s): Jake Kiszka x Reader, Josh Kiszka x Reader

wc: 4.3k+

warnings: swearing, implied sex, mentions of dead parent, alcohol, depictions of anxiety

a/n: I am once again apologizing for how long this took. That's probably an unfortunate common theme for me here, but again, thank you for all the support!

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Entering a lavish looking lounge, you very quickly come to realize you really are underdressed here. Your hands fidget along your clothes, smoothing out your shirt and tugging at the hem. Left and right, people clap Sam on the shoulder with greetings and congratulations on the performance. Even Syd says hi to some people, not being known, but definitely more of a social butterfly than you are. For now, you stay quiet and linger behind the two until you approach another familiar face.

“Oh, now I see what took Sam so long. You must be Sydney, right?” He extends his hand out to her, smiling politely. “I’m Danny.” His eyes look between her and Sam before landing on the shirking figure behind them. It’s as if Sam could feel you hiding because he steps aside, throwing a guiding arm over your shoulder to pull you through. Danny gives a puzzled look once Sam presents you to him, but it’s extremely short lived. “Wait… (Y/N)?” His eyes widen.

You manage to just barely speak out, “It’s great to see you aga-” Your words are cut off by his strong arms pulling you in for a bear hug, almost knocking the air out of you. The embrace feels heavier than Sam’s, not just physically. “Danny?”

With a final squeeze, he finally releases you, looking at you with an… unreadable emotion. “I can’t believe…” He turns to Sam. “Where’d you find her?”

“She was still working with Eleanor. No finding necessary,” he responds. Your eyes dart between the two of them. It feels like some context is missing. Were they actively looking for you or something? You weren’t lost or anything. You’d always been in Michigan. You never left. Sam seems to recognize your confusion. “Mom had told us… what happened with your parents and we thought-”

Your face falls at the mere mention. “No… No, I’ve always been here.” A forced laugh comes out of you, suddenly desperate to avoid talking about this. This claustrophobic feeling causes a tightness in your chest, especially with all three of their eyes on you. Syd has no clue about anything. Sam and Danny have a somewhat better understanding. 

Thankfully, the tension shifts when Danny says, “Well, Josh’s gonna love seeing you again, Sunny. Jake too.” He comfortingly runs his hand along your arm. Sam laughs and lightly nudges him.

“Hey, we’re not allowed to call her that, remember?” Sam adds, Danny rolling his eyes in return. You chuckle, but you clearly don’t understand what they’re referencing. Sam turns to you to explain. “The twins used to give us death glares when we were younger if we’d call you Sunny or Sunshine. Like it was their thing and we weren’t allowed or something.”

Danny shakes his head, but laughs as well. “We -Well, Sam mostly, used to say it whenever he’d want to get on their nerves.”

“Well, yeah! You were close to us too, we should be able to call you that. You were like a sister to us.”

“Probably more like a sister in law.” You freeze at Danny’s comment, a slight tinge of pink warming your cheeks. Unfortunately, he catches your reaction. “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you didn’t know.”

An awkward thin lipped smile forms on your face while you cross your arms. “Didn’t know what?” A social game is now at hand where you try not to reveal too much all while getting them to tell you what they know. There were… things that had occurred between you and the twins, but they had all happened in secret. At least secret to your knowledge. Sam and Danny exchange a look as if they had shared too much. 

Sam uses this as an opportunity to escape. “Well, I should go take Syd around, right? Have fun you two!” Danny’s jaw tenses as we watch the two dissipate into the crowd, Syd giving us a small wave goodbye.

“So… you were saying?” You tilt your head towards him. He glances around, obviously looking for an escape of his own. Much to your dismay, he finds one. One that brings you a strange sense of dread and excitement.

“Actually, I think I see Josh over there.” You don’t even get the chance to disagree or even prepare yourself before you feel Danny’s hands on your shoulders, guiding you in his direction. The beating of your heart rattles your chest, ringing all the way up to your ears. What is there to say? How is he going to react to seeing you? And Jake? That’s going to be even worse. “Josh!” He calls out, waving one of his hands to get his attention over all the people bustling about. In the middle of a conversation with a drink in hand, he looks over locking onto Danny. 

His caramel colored eyes meet yours, filling you with a warm sense of familiarity. As if all the memories of hardship fade and all you can recall are the warm summer days of playing in the grassy field together or chopping wood during icy Frankenmuth winters. The crowd around you disappears in your mind and with one small contact, it’s just you and him. You were always unaware of what feelings would arise when you’d reconnect, but you didn’t expect such a swell of your heart. Everything plays in slow motion as you watch wires connecting in his head, wasting no time to remember you. Maybe he didn’t have to remember. It seems like he never forgot.

Rapidly excusing himself from his conversation and placing his drink onto the counter, he makes his way over to you guys. Just as he reaches you, as if divine intervention, Danny gets pulled aside by other guests. Finally, standing feet across from each other, he… doesn’t do anything. Nothing is said. He doesn’t pull you into a tight hug like Danny or make a verbal scene like Sam. His eyes just bear into yours before falling to every feature across your face, taking in every detail. It’s almost a contagious notion because you find yourself doing the same. 

The light, the sunshine in his eyes have gone completely unchanged. They sparkle almost to the same degree as the little gemstones surrounding them. An unfamiliar characteristic in his day to day from when you knew him, but Josh always had a flair for the dramatic. And speaking of unfamiliarly dramatic, his tight curly mullet and shaved sides down to his mustache and goatee definitely present him as a new man to you. Yet his rosy cheeks, possibly flushed for a multitude of reasons, and soft pink lips parted just enough to remind you of his tooth gap continue to feed into the image of the Josh you once knew. Full of joy and energy and light, always starkly contrasting the life you had endured. The quietest chuckle escapes you, more akin to a hefty breath out of your nose. 

“Joshua,” You say his name in almost a mocking tone, teasing just as you used to when you were kids. His hands grab both of yours, giving them a quick squeeze before they gingerly run up your arms and onto your shoulders.With another firm grasp, he pulls you into a quick hug, pulling away to cup your cheeks. 

“God, Sunny…” seems like all he can make out. It’s a rare occasion when you can render Josh Kiszka speechless. If this reunion were more private, you could bet that there would be tears involved. His grin widens as he laughs, the sound bringing a warmth to your chest. A feeling you hadn’t felt in… the years he’d been gone. “How… how are you? You look as beautiful as I remembered.”

You push your tongue into your cheek, biting back a grin. The blush across your cheeks gives away your feelings as much as you’d like to hide them. Shaking your head at his compliment, you respond, deflecting his question. “I should be asking you how you’ve been. Look at you, playing stadiums and… and looking like this.” It’s undeniable how handsome he had become. Of course, he was always attractive, but he’s a man now. A confident and sparkly man. “Drama club and show choir really paid off, huh?” You playfully nudge him.

It’s amazing how quickly the ice had melted. It wasn’t an exaggeration that Josh was the sun. He always had this magical ability to pull things out of people, things that were gone or hidden. Things that maybe never existed to begin with, but he could find it. “Oh, definitely. Did they pay off for you too?” A laugh leaves your lips as you shake your head and it almost surprises you. The internal whiplash you’re feeling, it’s suffocating almost. Why did things feel so easy with Josh? Why is there this lifted feeling in you? Why could he make you laugh earnestly; the first time you’d laughed and genuinely meant it in years? You expected a tense discussion about what happened- well, there was still time for that. Especially with Jake. “What’ve you been doing?”

“Still bartending. Nothing much else, nothing like you guys.” He rolls his eyes, brushing off your comment.

“Are you still at El’s?”

“Yep, but she moved her business out here.”

“Ah, so you’re living in Detroit now?” Your lower lip disappears between your teeth. Talking about where you lived was painful to say the least. Falling asleep at the bar so often wasn’t ever an accidental decision for you. It went hand in hand with crashing at El’s house or finding anyone willing to take you to bed with them for the night. Anything to keep you from that physical flashback. It’s just a glorified storage container at this point. You’d stop by to change clothes, maybe shower and brush your teeth, but that’s about it. It’s been over a month since the last time you had to sleep there. You finally shake your head in response to Josh’s question, garnering a furrowed brow. “You’re still in Frankenmuth?”

“Never left.” The words fall out of your mouth dryly. His jaw tightens as worry fills his eyes.

“Sunny, don’t tell me you’re-”

“I am. He left me the house and ran off after she… passed.” You chuckle bitterly and shrug, not allowing him to spout pitiful sentiments your way. “Can’t look a gift horse in the mouth, right?” His eyes scan yours, trying to find something to say. But even with all the time away from each other, he seems to know not to push it, at least not now. Not here. Eager to escape this awkward feeling, you decide to jump out of the frying pan into the fire. “Is Jake here?” Your arm crosses your chest, digging into the flesh of your opposite shoulder. Whether the conversation at hand is making you anxious or purely the thought of Jake’s presence is anyone’s guess.

It’s now Josh’s turn to bark out a harsh laugh. “Already trying to ditch me, Sunny?” You shake your head and prepare to defend yourself, but he catches you off guard. With his hand placed along the small of your back, he leans in and speaks softly, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to be a little selfish before I have to share you again.” His mouth hovers just by your ear, so close you could feel his breath on your skin. You choose to ignore the goosebumps along your skin and hope he does the same. “Come with me.” 

His placement on your lower back is unwavering as he guides you through the busy lounge, passing the bar where you spot a familiar figure in the distance. “Is that…?” Halting in your tracks, Josh begrudgingly does the same with a weary sigh. The sight of him sends a chill straight down your spine. The dimly lit lounge doesn’t do much in seeing the finer details, but you know it’s him. From his wispy brown hair grazing his shoulders straight down to his chelsea boots. Wearing sunglasses inside of an already dark building isn’t something you’d put past him, but it definitely didn’t help your already frayed image of him. Neither did the woman fawning over him, hands draped across the exposed skin of his loosely buttoned shirt. 

A sour smirk is plastered on your face as you return your gaze to Josh. “He hasn’t changed much, has he?” Your tone holds a grudge, one you shouldn’t even have at this point.

“He has, I promise.” Josh tilts his head, gesturing for you to look back. With another glance, it does seem like he’s indifferent to the woman desperately vying for his affection. The drink in his hand calls his attention more than she does. For a split second, it feels as though he’s staring in your direction although the sunglasses make it practically impossible to tell if he can even see you, let alone recognize you. “We could go say hi, if you’d like.”

No hesitation, you shake your head. “He seems busy. You wanted me to yourself.” Your eyes meet Josh’s once more, an excited glint very present in his sights. “I’m all yours, Josh.” Most people would try to avoid seeming so eager, but he wasn’t like most people. A toothy grin spreads from ear to ear as he nods, his hand at the small of your back slipping towards your waist with a gentle squeeze. You return the smile and allow him to direct you again. Taking a quick peek over your shoulder, you notice Jake is suddenly alone. A ping of guilt strangely paired with curiosity can be felt, but it’s forced down once he’s out of your view. 

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Both you and Josh roll your eyes at the sound of Jake’s door slamming shut, followed by girly giggles and squeals. With the parental Kiszkas gone for the weekend and Ronnie at a friend’s for a sleepover, that left the house unattended except for the twins and Sam. You’d been invited over which wasn’t a surprise as you’d always been the default guest, but what was to your surprise was the fact that you weren’t the only one. In fact, it was a surprise to both Sam and Josh as well that Jake had invited his new girlfriend over. 

On a regular occasion, the boys weren’t even allowed behind closed doors with a girl. You were the only one Karen and Kelly trusted in that regard. But once they were gone, that rule went straight out the window. Mostly for Jake. He had an alternating roster of girls, in and out, but rarely had it been such a late night and obvious endeavor.

“Jakey!” You and Josh wince at the sound of her voice through the thin walls. You shake your head and return your attention to the twin beneath you as you sit astride him at the edge of his bed. It’s a funny parallel to what’s probably going on in Jake’s room, but here, it was far more innocent. Josh had designated you as his own makeup artist for his personal film projects. He was going to shoot some footage tomorrow, but still hadn’t nailed a look down for his makeup. 

Dragging the eyeliner pencil along his waterline, he keeps blinking and interrupting you. Your tongue sticks out just a bit in an expression of concentration, but when he moves again, you groan. “Josh, keep your eyes open or learn to do this yourself,” you clearly scold him yet the grin that tugs at each corner of your mouth makes it impossible to be serious.

“I’m trying, Sunny, but this is the worst part,” he dramatically whines, tilting his head back as he rests his hands on your thighs to support you. Close proximity was something you never shied away from when it came to the Kiszka twins. Their love language was always physical touch, platonic or otherwise. It mostly came through with Josh, but Jake did it too. It felt more… accidental with Jake or just something he did absentmindedly rather than Josh’s intentional touching. He leans back in, returning access to his face. “Just don’t poke my eye out and we’ll be-”

The sounds of bed creaks and light thuds in a rhythmic pattern hitting the connecting wall cause his words to come to a halt. So the torture begins. You sigh and press the pencil back to Josh’s waterline. “I swear to god, if he doesn’t turn on some music or something…” You complain out loud, hoping he can hear you. But after a moment longer, it’s apparent that this is only going to get worse. The creaking gets faster and in turn, the moaning begins. There’s a shared disgust in both your face and Josh’s. High pitched breathy moans that sound almost dramatized. 

The two of you try to continue despite the noise, but it’s impossible. Meticulously smearing red face paint along his cheeks, you hear Jake’s name practically being chanted in that same sharp, grating tone. You pray for Sam’s sake that this is only as easily heard here because of the shared wall and not that it’s echoing throughout the house. “I’m gonna kill him tomorrow,” Josh mutters.

“I’ll kill him tonight.” You both laugh while more sounds of pleasure cause your ears to bleed. A sneaking thought creeps into your mind, wondering what Jake could possibly be doing that would make someone feel so good. With a literal shake of your head, you dissuade that thought. “Y’know, two can play at this game.” Josh’s brow quirks up with intrigue, never one to shy away from a little mischief. No warning, you pull away from Josh’s face and let out a dramatic moan. His hand shoots to his mouth in a mix of shock and laughter. The creaking of the bed slows for a moment, but continues at its original pace.

“What the hell are you doing, Sunny?”

“Giving him a taste of his own medicine. He’s being an asshole,” you respond before moaning again. And again. And again. In a pattern not too far off from what’s happening in Jake’s room. As a cherry on top, you cry out, “Oh, Joshy!” You can’t get it out without laughter trailing the end, but your point was still made by the extremely loud boom of Jake throwing something against the wall. The sounds almost cease entirely after that. 

Garnering a look of sheer bewilderment from Josh, he stares up at you and glances down at the fact that you’ve been moaning wildly all the while straddling his lap. His fingertips press into the flesh of your thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze. A light pink tinge sprouts from his cheeks beneath the red face paint. “You sound… experienced,” he mumbles. You laugh and shake your head, moving back in to finish up the makeup.

“Not at all actually.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Haven’t found anyone to…” Your words falter when you hear the sound of Jake’s door open and footsteps making their way to Josh’s bedroom. Your head whips around to the door flying open, revealing a shirtless and sweaty Jake, chest still slightly heaving. The flushed look on his face was either one of anger or exertion. Probably both. You cock your brow at him, unmoving from Josh’s lap. A notion he seemingly agrees with as he continues to knead your thighs. “Need something, Jakey?” Your tone comes out as naive as you can manage, but calling him by that pet name in the same exact way his girlfriends call him makes it clear that you’re being intentional.

Josh cranes his head around to see his brother past your figure on top of him. “Yeah, need something, Jacob?”

With a huff and puff, Jake's jaw tightens. “You’re un-fucking-believable,” he mumbles, shaking his head before turning on his heel. He slams the door behind him and presumably returns to his room. You almost feel guilty for a moment, but Josh catches that look in your eyes. He cradles your face in his hand and shares a smile.

“He’ll get over it. You know he can’t stay mad at you, Sunny,” he grins as he tries to instill some comfort, “He was being gross anyway. He deserved it.” You slowly nod, mirroring Josh’s look of reassurance to let him know you were okay. “Now, the task at hand, how do I look?” Chuckling, you smear red paint across his nose, messing up the intentional design.

“We’re gonna have to start over.” You reach over to the pile of makeup supplies on Josh’s bed, grabbing a makeup wipe before settling back onto his lap.

His hands support you, gently resting on your waist as his eyes flutter shut while you begin cleaning the makeup off of his face. “And as long as you stay right here, I don’t mind.”

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The cool Detroit air graces your skin, goosebumps coating your arms. Maybe stepping outside of the lounge on a September night without a jacket or anything was not the best call. Josh chuckles at the sight of you and rubs his hands along your arms, trying to help keep you warm. Unfortunately, Josh’s hands are just as naturally cold as you remembered them. “You’re not helping, y’know,” you correct him with a chuckle of your own.

“The friction helps both of us,” he adds, a twinkle of… something in his eyes.

“Is the Josh Kiszka from famous rock band Greta Van Fleet flirting with me?” You tease him as you raise your brow at his actions. 

He laughs, pulling you in closer to him. “I missed this. I missed you.” The jovial energy falters, shifting into pure sincerity. A change that feels heavy and begins to gnaw at you with racing thoughts mixed with varying levels of guilt. When he pulls you in, you instinctively rest your head against his shoulder. The privacy out here and lack of bystanders makes this moment feel all the more sentimental. “You could’ve called, (Y/N)...” His quiet phrase feels like a knife to the chest, the following words becoming the poetic twist. “When everything happened to your parents, Mom called me. Wanted me to tell Jake too, but I- uh… didn’t get around to it.”

Your blood runs cold as he starts to bring up the past, things you haven’t spoken about since they happened. You never wanted to talk about it again, never thought there’d be a reason to. But then again, it was fully expected that you’d never see Josh or Jake again. “Sorry,” in a meek tone is all you can utter for now.

“Don’t. Don’t be sorry, Sunny. It’s okay.”

“Why… why didn’t you tell Jake?”

The question catches Josh off guard, a silence filling the air before he finds the words. “I… don’t really know, if I’m being honest. When Mom told me, I didn’t know if you were… she didn’t even know if…” His words keep trailing off, but you get the full picture.

“You thought I was dead?”

“It was a possibility.” He gently squeezes you with his arm wrapped around you. “Jake was a little worse for wear after we left. I knew you two didn’t end on a good note, but if I let him know… I just didn’t think it would be good for him.”

A light scoff falls from your lips. “And you just dealt with it alone?”

“For the first couple of months, yeah. We came back to Frankenmuth for the holidays and the word got out to Sam and Danny… to Jake.” With the way he says Jake’s name, you can only imagine it wasn’t a pretty discussion. The twins told each other everything- well, almost everything- so if Josh had kept a secret as big as that from him, it must’ve been ugly. “We even… went to your house that year and you weren’t there. Really drove home the possibility that you were gone.”

You can hear the heavy emotion Josh swallows down as he lets out a shaky breath. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put you two… all of you through that.”

“I’m sorry we weren’t there for you.” His apology leaves you with a tightness in your chest. Pulling away, he turns to fully face you, cupping your face in his hands. He gently strokes your face with his thumb and stares directly into your eyes, full of a certain tenderness. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.” You feel a warmhearted kiss pressed to the top of your head before he brings you into a tight hug, resting his face against your hair.

Hot tears stain your cheeks while you bite down on your lower lip, trying to fight back an even bigger reaction. What must’ve actually lasted a minute or two felt like ages, making up for the lost time. It had been so long since you’d been held so intimately. One hand draped around your shoulders, the other running soothing fingers through your hair.

The door to the lounge swings open beside you and a familiar voice calls out before there’s even the chance to separate. “Josh, I think I’m heading…” You withdraw at the sound and turn, meeting face to face with the darkened mirror of the man you were just holding. The sight of you causes his words to pause. 

A nearby outdoor light casts a glow over his face and with his sunglasses tucked into the chest pocket of his loose button up, you can actually see his chocolate brown eyes, accented by the dark circles beneath them. His soft, round face accompanied by his heart shaped lips that you mentally kick yourself for letting your eyes fall to. He runs a finger over the light mustache settled atop his upper lip, a familiar nervous tick of his. But your assessment of his features are cut short by the look of borderline fear in his eyes. As if he’d seen a ghost. “(Y/N)...?”

“Hi, Jake.”

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[highway-tuna]

When The Morning Comes

pairing: Danny Wagner x Reader

wc: 2.4k+

warnings: none

summary: Seems like it's just your luck that you get sick right before a date. But not just any date, a Valentine's Day date. But not just any Valentine's Day date, a double Valentine's Day date with your good friend, Danny. So much for being a good wingman. With nothing better to do, you settle into your coziest blanket and sulk, doomed to spend your Valentine's Day evening alone. Or so you think...

a/n: I saw @seenoversundown's GVF Valentine's Day Writing Event and decided to workshop this regular idea I had in the backburner to something more in theme! Hope you enjoy, I've written fan fiction in general for a long while, but this is actually my first one-shot. Happy Valentine's Day!

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“I know, I know!” You groan into your phone, staring down at the bright, red glow of the electronic thermometer. You’d been feeling under the weather since this morning, but you didn't think it was this bad. The sleek dress hanging from the closet door practically mocks you while you already beat yourself up. “I didn’t think I’d feel this… shitty. I’m sorry.”

Danny chuckles over the phone, seemingly unbothered. “You sure you aren’t faking it? You’re always somehow not feeling well right before events.” He sucks his teeth and you can only imagine his dumb disapproving smirk. “Seems pretty convenient, (Y/N).” 

“It’s not convenient, Daniel. It’s bad luck.” Collapsing into your bed, you sigh, practically radiating guilt. “Especially tonight. I feel terrible having to bail on this date. It’s like my first real date since…” A grin creeps its way across your lips as you giggle at the thought.

“Since our date?” The both of you begin laughing, a clear confirmation of his response. Danny was simply a friend of a friend of a friend before you two had met. New to the area and looking to start dating, a friend of yours thought Danny would be the perfect match for you. Instead of allowing you to interact in any way beforehand to let things naturally take its course, the casanovas that were your mutual friends decided the blind date approach would be best. And of course it wasn’t. The chemistry just wasn’t there. You were awkward. There was a lot of dead silence and extremely polite small talk. To make matters even worse, everyone had failed to mention he was fresh out of a relationship. Only after the fact did he tell you he wasn’t even looking for a relationship, that our friends had basically forced him to go on the date.

Lucky for you, he was always interested in making friends and that’s what you became. Good friends. Really good friends, in fact. Joined at the hip, your friends would say with a tacked on eyeroll for good measure. “Yes, since our date. No one could treat me nearly as well as you did that night.”

“Oh? Is that why you haven’t been on any other dates?” You both laugh at his quip, but it does leave a strange feeling in your chest. Unbeknownst to Danny, he was the reason you hadn’t been on any other dates. Sure, the date didn’t really leave you with any feelings, but once your friendship blossomed so did your unrequited crush. Being around Danny just felt… easy. Which is exactly why you had to leave it as is. It’s such a cliche, but it’s cliche for a reason. He’s basically your best friend at this point. To make things awkward or face rejection from one of the most important people in your life is something you’d go through hell and back to avoid. “I guess I’ll just have to cancel the date.”

Just the thought makes you feel even more guilty. “Danny, no. You can’t just ditch the girl. On Valentine’s Day, no less.” It’s a bit comforting that you don't have to go on a double date on Valentine’s Day and watch the man you’d rather date, date someone else. “Oh man, I should probably call him to cancel, right?”

“It’s fine, I’ll-”

“You’re going on this date, Danny. Let me know how good it went tomorrow, alright? Bye!” You end the call intentionally before he could utter another word. Searching for your date’s contact in your phone, you get a text notification that simply says one word.

Asshole.

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Bundled up on the couch watching reruns of old shows isn’t how you expected to spend your Valentine’s Day, but here you are. Your eyes fall to the time on your phone. 7:36pm. If that damn thermometer didn’t say you had a fever, you could’ve been out right now at a fancy restaurant, eating fancy food, dressed all fancy. Probably still feeling like shit, but at least you would’ve looked great. Not like how you look now: hair matted down from resting in your pseudo blanket fort, eyes dark and weary, falling in and out of consciousness. It’s an exhilarating time. 

Grabbing the phone, you scroll mindlessly online and occasionally check the status of your DoorDash order. A little comfort fast food should make you feel better, right? It’s supposed to be here soon. As you swipe through your socials, you see a picture of… your date and Danny’s date together? Which wouldn’t be too weird except for the fact that Danny is in none of these pictures. Your first instinct is to send the pictures over to him with simply a question mark. A few moments pass and you see that he sees your message, but doesn’t respond. Asshole.

A knock on your door startles you from staring at your phone. With an achy groan, you stand from your couch and peer out your window, hoping to see someone with a bag of food walking from their car, but no. Nothing from this view. They really must’ve dropped it off and zoomed away. You swing the door open, desperate for your food.

“Danny?” His name leaves your mouth in shock before you even process the rest of the view. A beautiful bouquet in hand, dressed equally as comfortable as you, and… your bag of food? You point at the brown paper bag, very confused. “How did you-”

“He was bringing it out the same time I was walking up to your door so he just sorta handed it to me,” he laughs, whether it be at the situation or at your general look of shock, staring at him with mouth slightly agape. It’s as if he could read your mind, ready to question him. “You really thought I was gonna let you spend Valentine’s Day by yourself, (Y/N)?”

“Well, yeah! You had a date!” You weakly shove him and chuckle.

“It’s fine. She was understanding. I had someone I needed to take care of.” The flush of your cheeks are impossible to hide. Narrowing your eyes, your mouth opens and shuts as you try to find a rebuttal, but nothing comes out. Accepting your defeat, you step aside and silently invite him in. He hands you your bag of food and beelines straight for the kitchen.

You watch him with your head tilted while he scavenges through your cabinets. “What are you doing?” He mutters something, but you can’t quite catch it. “What- Oh.” He pulls out a vase and fills it with water, setting the bouquet inside. With an almost childish look of pride, he stands beside it and gestures with his hands.

“For you.”

“Thank you… for the hand-me-down flowers.” He shakes his head, making his way back to your living room. A gentle squeeze of your shoulder while he passes that will surely echo in your head the entire night.

“I got them specifically for you. I canceled right after our phone call. These plans-” He motions to everything around him before tossing himself onto the couch, clearly getting comfy right beside your sick blanket pile. “-were already in motion.” 

You sigh before sitting beside him, wrapping your blanket around your shoulder and placing your bag of food on the floor. “You really didn’t have to. Plus, you’re gonna get sick.” His hand waves dismissively and he tugs on your blanket, now wrapping around both of you. This closeness between you two isn’t unusual by any means, but tonight, there’s just something different about it. Maybe that’s hope or delusion talking. Or maybe you’re just loopy from cough medicine. Probably that. 

Grabbing your food, he takes a handful of fries and puts them in his mouth. “I never get sick.” You snatch the bag back and start eating as well, begrudgingly sharing with him. Falling into idle chatter, the two of you get more and more comfortable. His arm draped over your shoulders, your head practically nestled into his neck. Just friends being friends. He really came here on Valentine’s to do… absolutely nothing with you. 

Your eyes begin to slowly flutter shut on occasion, the weary and tired energy taking over you. “You okay?” He pulls away ever so slightly to glance down at you, just checking in. That small retreat from him causes you to instinctually latch onto him. The vibration of his soft laughter reverberates against you. “Alright, let’s get you to bed.” You groan, but comply as he stands from the couch, leaving you with an empty space that you long for him to fill. He takes your hand and guides you to your own bedroom.

Like a moth to a flame, your bed calls out to you. Without moving the top sheets or decorative throws, you face plant directly into a pillow and let out a heavy sigh of relief. It’s almost enough to forget about Danny, admiring you with a soft chuckle. You roll over and look up at him, standing at the foot of your bed. Just the image is enough to make you blush, considering this scene in another circumstance, but you quickly shirk those thoughts. Something suddenly comes to mind. “Oh, check my vinyls. I got a new one,” your voice comes out slow and groggy, tinged with your sleepy smile.

He steps over to your record player, crouching down to look into your box of vinyls. Sitting right in front is Hall & Oates Abandoned Luncheonette. You watch as a small grin crosses his lips. “One of my favorites,” he plainly mutters, sliding the record out of the sleeve and putting it on the turntable. When The Morning Comes starts to play, filling the space in your room. 

“I got it because I remembered you talking about it. Hall & Oates is also just great so,” you mumble, the sleep still pulling you in and out of consciousness. Your eyes close for a moment and you feel the bed shift beside you. Opening them slightly, you glance over to see Danny laying beside you, his fingers tapping on his chest along to the beat of the song. Without a word, you cuddle up to him, resting your head against his arm. “Staying the night?”

“Of course.”

“Good.” You both chuckle at the response. It’s a little forward of you, but with how tired and weak you are, you let your walls come down. “Y’know, I’m really glad you came over tonight.”

“There’s nothing else in the world I’d rather do than spend time with you.” His eyes fall on you while he adjusts, bringing you into his arms. “Even if you’re practically dead right now.”

“I am.” You’re honestly glad the meds and the illness are making you as loose as you are right now. Because otherwise you’d be through the roof with all this attention and affection he’s giving you. “So dead, but I’m still happy you’re here. Does this count as our second date?”

He laughs and shrugs. “If it is, I think it went way better than our first.” His fingers absentmindedly rake through your hair as you continue to drift off. A small silence falls between you before he quietly speaks. “Maybe we should try that again…” Hearing that shocks you, but physically, you can’t hold your exhaustion back. A small mhm leaves your lips as you fall unconscious.

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Sunlight pours into your bedroom, casting a soft glow across you. You yawn and try to stretch, but feel an assortment of your limbs tangled with something else, someone else. Looking over, Danny’s fast asleep, his arms wrapped around you in a bear hug, his legs intertwined with yours. It causes you to chuckle, but deep down, your heart races being so close to him. His dark curls falling over his face, his soft lips parted ever so slightly, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes deeply.

In a moment of selfish desire, you take his hand in yours, trailing your fingers with a gentle touch along his skin. A twitch causes you to quickly withdraw. You feel him stir in his sleep, but he only pulls you closer. “Morning…” His voice, groggy and husky, almost startles you just as much as it intrigues you. It’s as if you can feel his hesitation, a hesitation you share as he loosens his grip, allowing you to fully turn and face him. Just inches apart, a strange feeling between you two lingers.

“Morning. Sleep well?”

“Amazing.” You can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic or not. “I can feel your sickness in my immune system as we speak.” Yeah, sarcasm.

“Well, I actually do feel better now.”

There’s a short pause, a moment where your eyes lock and a shared chuckle occurs. “Just admit you wanted me all to yourself last night, that you weren’t sick at all.”

“I was sick, but…” Feeling emboldened, you shoot back, “Maybe it was both.”

“Did you… hear what I said last night? Before you passed out.” For the first time in a while, you hear what seems to be nerves from Danny’s voice. Just in bringing it up, it seems obvious that he was being genuine. Something you would’ve casted off as just a joke because he wouldn’t really want to go on another date with you, surely. 

Your eyes can’t help, but quickly flit between his lips and his own dark eyes, staring straight through you. “I did.” It’s as if he’s holding his breath, waiting for you to answer with actual awareness this time, but you hold back. If something like this is truly happening, you want him to fully repeat it.

“Do you want to try again?” The moment only grows in intimacy once his hand slowly comes up to your face, pushing aside strands of hair. “I think we’d have a better shot this time, (Y/N).”

You nod, causing you both to smile. “I think so too.” His eyes do the same dance as yours, admiring your lips. Accepting the invitation, he leans in, connecting his lips to yours. It’s a sweet and safe kiss, very brief. “You usually kiss girls before the first date?”

He laughs and shakes his head, rolling his eyes in a playful display of annoyance. “It’s basically our third.” 

“God, our third date. Things are going pretty well for us, I guess.” Another kiss is shared before you pull away, giggling. “And we just missed Valentine’s Day. That would’ve been a perfect date.”

“What do you mean? Wrapped up on the couch with you coughing all over me was my dream date.”

“Oh, you’re definitely gonna get sick.”

“And it’ll definitely be worth it.”

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'777' (Chapter One)

pairing(s): Jake Kiszka x Reader, Josh Kiszka x Reader

wc: 3.4k+

warnings: depictions of anxiety, alcohol, swearing

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The loud slam of a palm hitting wood right beside your head shocks you straight out of your sleep, perking your head up and looking around. The scenery around you starts to piece together in your head that you didn’t go home last night, but instead fell asleep in the back office of the bar. “Jesus, hun. Again?” You whip your head to the direction of your boss, Eleanor, standing over your shoulder. Running your hands over your face and wiping the sleep out of your eyes, a yawn is the only thing that leaves you before any excuse even comes to mind. “At least you made it to the back this time.” She chuckles and shakes her head, collecting whatever she came back here for. 

“Sorry, El. Sorry. I was closing up last night and I-”

“You’re fine, kid. Just try not to make this a habit. Well… anymore than it already is.” She claps an assuring hand against your back. Eleanor’s been your support system for the last couple of years, almost like a mother figure since you lost yours. Hell, your job at El’s bar has practically been your entire life since you started working there years ago. Everyone here has become almost family to you, even some of the clientele. Which is morbidly ironic for you, all things considered. “You hoppin’ on to help? Because if I were you, I’d probably wait until tonight. We’re gonna be busy as shit.” 

It wasn’t uncommon for you to pick up shifts, sometimes even showing up to work off the clock. Just to help out. Just to be helpful. Was it probably illegal? Sure. Did you have a problem doing it? Not at all. There wasn’t a bone in your body that knew how to relax, take the day off. No matter how many times Eleanor would try to shoo you away to do so.

You tilt your head at her with slight confusion before taking a glance over at the perpetual calendar on the messy desk. “Oh. Friday night shift, yeah,” you mutter, mostly confirming with yourself. Time must really be escaping you lately, not even being aware of the days of the week. It’s been stressful. Especially with the anniversary coming up, you’ve been doing everything you possibly can to avoid your own thoughts.

She shakes her head, chuckling. An almost sly smile crosses her lips; a cat that swallowed the canary type of grin. “Not just that. There’s a big concert happening at the arena around the corner.” Her eyes narrow as if she’s testing you, clearly trying to garner some sort of reaction. You mirror her with an aura of confusion. “A homecoming concert…?” Whether it’s the brain fog from just waking up or simply not being in the loop, the discorded staredown continues. “Your buddies, those Greta boys! They’re back. Y’know, I’m awfully proud of them. My daughter’s actually a big fan...” 

Her tangent goes on, but it fades off while you process the information you’ve just been given. They’re… here? Sam and Danny, Josh and Jake are here? On top of the spiral of thoughts, your body reacts as well: stomach twisting in knots, heartbeat picking up, that tingling sensation in your limbs. You won’t even see them. You try to reassure yourself. There’s no way they’d come into this bar of all places. Rich, famous rock stars have better places to be, better things to do than trudge up the past. They probably wouldn’t even recognize you if they saw you. Would you even recognize them?

“(Y/N)?” El calls out your name, bringing you back to earth. With the slight shake of your head and a couple of blinks, you look back at her. “So are you hoppin’ on now or later?” A sigh escapes you while you wrestle with your options. You’re not even scheduled today. You could just go home… not that you want to be there either. You could hop on now and try to leave before the rush. Like an asshole. 

The chair beneath you screeches as you stand from it, bracing yourself against the desk. “I’m gonna grab something to eat first. I’ll… hop on when I get back, alright?” She gives you a wary smile and nod, letting you on your way. Practically storming out of the office, one of your coworkers catches you on your way out, just before reaching the door. Calling out your name in that shrill tone of hers, you debate even turning around. One hand already on the door, you whip your head around to respond, “What, Syd?”

Sydney’s the newest hire around here and as much as you hate to admit it, she’s basically already up to par with everyone else, both in skill and in relationships. Like the prettiest, daintiest little puzzle piece, she fits in perfectly. You’ve got no actual bad blood with her, but sometimes, you can’t hide your envy. She’s beautiful, she’s young, she’s great with people, the whole package. Unfortunately, she’s nice too. Her kindness blows every bitter feeling out of the water.

“Leaving already?” She asks, her head cocked to the side.

“Stepping out for food.” You push the door, ready to step out before she calls your name once more. You hide the roll of your eyes before turning to face her again. “Yes, Sydney?”

“Sorry, I could just ask you la-”

“Well, you’ve got my attention now. Go.” You hate being so stern, but she’s unfortunately caught you at a bad moment with the recent revelation that a whirlwind of history is performing around the corner from you. Your brow raises expectantly at her, waiting to finish her thought.

A sudden wave of nervous energy radiates from her which strikes you with guilt. “Right, yeah. Do you think you could cover part of my shift? Like twelve-ish onward? Only the last two hours, right?” Your face falls, for reasons unbeknownst to her, but she takes that as a cue to try to correct the situation. “It’s totally fine if you can’t. Or don’t want to. I get it. I just… I’ve been talking to this guy and he’s-”

“Yeah, I’ll take it.” Her smile’s uncontrollable and she’d probably shower you with praise and thanks if you hadn’t walked out as soon as those words passed your lips. You could’ve said no. You didn’t have to take her shift. Again, could’ve just left, but no. You never take the easy way out. As much as whatever feelings burn you up inside, you’d rather face it head on than be a coward.

Mindlessly walking to your favorite local eatery, a cacophony of screams and cheers cause you to stop where you stand. Right in front of the arena’s box office. A swarm of people seem to be clamoring around a general spot. Curiosity gets the better of you so you stick around, watching from a distance. The voices amongst the horde become clearer.

“Oh my god, Danny!”

“Sammy, hi!”

“I love you, Jake!”

A wry smile forms across your face. You can’t even help it. Luckily, the distance as well as the crowd block any view you might have had of the guys. Even luckier the same applies for them to you. It’s a funny situation that leaves you feeling empty. Only feet away stands a key to your past, a bittersweet trip down memory lane. The massive screen above the venue showcases tonight’s act. Greta Van Fleet. They’re bigger than ever, huh. They’ve grown, they’ve changed. You can barely recognize them. Especially the twins you once knew inside and out, who once knew you all the same. Taking a deep breath and one last passing glance at their ever adoring fans, you shove your hands into your pockets and keep walking on your way.

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“A band?” You can’t hide the bewilderment in your voice as you sit straight up from Josh’s bed. “But what about all of your film stuff? You’re just dropping that?” The twins were always wrapped up in some musical endeavors, but to make it a main focus was completely out of left field for Josh especially with us graduating in a couple of years. His sights were already set on going to film school.

The bed shifts as he sits up beside you, completely unfazed by your shock. “Don’t think of it as dropping it. I’ll get back to it. Or I’ll do it simultaneously.” Before you could interject, he continues. “Jake has really big plans w-”

“And so do you, Josh.” Your brows furrow in his direction. 

“Sunny,” he speaks your nickname, loving but firm. His gentle hands find yours, interlocking fingers. “I know what I’m doing. I have a lifetime ahead of me to do everything I want to do. Right now, I want to help Jake do what he wants to do.” You sigh, knowing full well he won’t change his mind. You can see it in that determined glint in his eyes. Or maybe it’s the fact that both him and his brother are established stubborn asses. For better or worse. He lightens the mood with a hearty chuckle. “Hey, you get to be our number two biggest fan.”

“Who’s number one?”

Without missing a beat, you both come to the same conclusion. “Mom.” Karen Kiszka was the mother you never had. You were intertwined with the entire Kiszka family, but there were never ending pleasant things to say about Karen. She doted on you as well, treated you as if you were one of them. There were times you’d go to the Kiszka household to find the boys busy so you’d just spend time with her, helping around the house. It was a breath of fresh air compared to your home life.

“I could be your number one roadie, packing your shit up and following you guys around.”

Josh raises his brows with clear mischief. “Or our number one groupie?” The mere mention sets your cheeks aflame with blush. With a look of offense, you withdraw your hands from his to hit his shoulder. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” He raises his arm to block the weak attacks.  

“You’re disgusting, Joshua.”

“Hey, I was joking. I’m not interested in groupies. Jake, on the other hand…” You roll your eyes and groan, cringing at that thought. It’s not surprising though. The second Jake could think about girls without the fear of cooties, he was off to the races. He never concerned himself with you, but maybe that was just because you’d always been around. 

As if on cue, Jake comes barging into the room. His mouth opens to speak, but he’s swiftly cut off. “Do we not knock around here, brother?” Josh complains for the sake of complaining. Jake raises his brow as his eyes dart between the two of us.

“Is there a reason I should’ve knocked?”

You have no time to react as Josh wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. “Maybe I was spending one on one time with our number one groupie.” Laughing at his antics, you push him off of you and shake your head. Crossed arms as he leans against the doorframe, Jake simply watches our dispute. 

“Stop calling me that!” You snap at him with laughter in the midst before hopping out of the bed, standing beside Jake staring at his twin with a look of disapproval. “As you can probably tell, Josh let me know about your little band.”

“And?” He smirks, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Wanna join, sunshine?” You narrow your eyes at him as both boys snicker.

“I’d be no help there. I can’t even play anything.”

Josh gets up from the bed and heads towards us, stretching. “Jake’s teaching Sammy the bass. I’m sure he could teach you something too.” You lock eyes with Jake as his twin offers up his services. A silent exchange is made; Jake is willing to teach you and you shrug at the notion. It’s not a yes, not a no, but you’re definitely not joining a band. Josh pushes past the two of you, walking down the hall.

“Where’re you going?” Jake asks, “We’ve gotta practice. Sam just got back, let’s go.” Josh looks back and rolls his eyes at his brother. As the boys began to get together and set up, you simply lingered around, trying not to be in the way. You got a sudden feeling that you were intruding. A reassuring hand squeezes your shoulder. Jake speaks quietly, Josh and Sam clearly too distracted to hear what he was practically whispering to you. “You can stay and watch… if you want, sunshine. I know your dad’s-”

Before he could even finish, you nod frantically. “Yeah, yeah. Thank you.”

“Mom wouldn’t mind you staying the night. I know you say no everytime, but the offer’s out there.” One more squeeze before he lets go, returning to his brothers. You’d love to take the offer. If only you could.

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Your lunch (that just so happens to be your first meal of the day) is quickly wrapped up by the fact that your stomach can barely settle to eat so after finishing what you can, you head back to El’s. The afternoon shift moves pretty swiftly into the evening where things quickly start to pick up. The usual Friday night crowd pours in, working everyone out, but once eleven rolls around, things get out of hand. A horde of very wild and very sparkly people flood into the building. A group you could only assume came from a certain nearby concert. With one deep breath to prepare yourself, you plaster on your very best customer service voice and smile. 

Drinks are flowing and service is booming. Transactions go well if not for the occasional nagging in the back of your mind when you hear the fans speak excitedly about Danny, Sam, Josh, and Jake. It’s another strange reminder of your circumstance, hearing them speak so casually about ghosts of your past. Even El, who knew about your connection, rarely spoke of them to you at all.

As you're finishing up a drink, you hear your name being called out over all the chatter. You turn to see Syd wiping her hands on a bar towel before approaching you. “I’m heading out. Are you sure you've got everything handled?” She asks, almost absentmindedly. Her eyes scan every patron in the bar. Ah, her date or whatever. Before you could give her the okay, you get pulled away to deal with another person. Order, drink, and payment; the transaction’s complete. Returning to Syd, you see her leaning over the bar, speaking directly into a guy’s ear. 

He looks a little shady if anything. A hat, sunglasses, and a hood… inside a bar. If that doesn’t scream suspicious. You nudge her and give her a polite thin lipped smile as you get closer. “You’re good to go.” The shady man turns to you and clearly gives you a once over. Creeps at the bar are common, but to see Syd about to leave with a guy like that causes a sense of worry to fill you. We’re all grown adults, but the least you could do is get some information on this dude. “Actually…” You face the man and extend your hand. “I’m (Y/N). Your name?” The second the two of you touch, you manage to get a closer look at him and deeply regret this whole interaction.

“(Y/N)? Like (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” His jaw goes ever so slightly slack as he scoffs in disbelief. “Holy shit. It’s-”

“Hi, Sammy.” You immediately withdraw your hand, nervously running it over your face. “Sorry, you two have a good night.” You gesture to both him and Syd, quickly turning away to return to your work. Hoping and praying that he takes the hint and leaves you alone, that Syd just somehow understands and takes him out of the bar, you try to keep a straight face as you talk to other bar goers. Honestly, he should leave for his sake too, drawing a crowd would be a terrible idea. Although, Sammy has always been one for terrible ideas. 

You hear your name being called out once more by the dreadfully familiar voice. Trying not to give him direct attention, you tend to someone around him. “(Y/N), I’ve gotta tell the guys you’re here. This is an insane coincidence,” he speaks out and whips out his phone.

Hunching over, you lean low to speak to him. “Sam, you should go, there’s a ton of your groupies here and I don’t want to have to play bodyguard, alright?” It felt bad to be so short with him, seeing how happy he is to see you, but you don’t have much of a choice here. Stuck behind the bar, you can’t really get away.

“When do you get out?” Not taking no for an answer here.

Sighing, you prepare yourself to be firm, ready to just kick him out when Syd chimes in from behind you, “Oh, she gets out at two.” So much for not having a reason to dislike her. “El would probably let you leave early if you asked.” The anger behind your eyes can barely be hidden.

“Eleanor’s still here? I should say hi to her,” Sam turns towards Syd with an expectant look. She nods and guides him out of sight, presumably to the back office. How well do they even know each other? How do they even know each other? More pressing matters plague your thoughts. The rest of the guys are going to know you’re here. Jake and Josh will know you’re here. Will they want to see you? They will, but why? They shouldn’t. They should just take their fancy instruments and go. Like last time. 

Your body goes on autopilot as you continue to make and serve drinks. You jump at the feeling of a hand on your shoulder. “Hun, I’ll take over,” El gives you a sweet smile. “You should go see your friends, (Y/N).” It’s a command disguised as a charitable gesture. How her eyes pour into yours, she’s begging you to go. “It’ll be good for you.” The seething child inside wants to lash out at her. What would she know, right? She can’t tell you what to do. But the memories swirling in your head and the empty feeling in your chest reminds you that she does know. She saw you at your worst. 

Weakly, you nod wiping your hands on your shirt before leaving from behind the bar to the back office, collecting your belongings. Sam and Syd seem like they were almost waiting for you outside the backdoor exit. You inhale and exhale, closing your eyes just for a moment. As you walk up to them, Sam’s beaming with excitement. He takes off his hood, hat, and sunglasses, finally allowing you to get a good look at him. Over half a decade since you’ve seen him, he’s really grown up. Long hair, longer than before at least. Facial hair, very unlike how baby faced he was when you last saw him. But the Kiszka blueprint was still there.

You let your guard down and give him a genuine smile. Let’s try this again. “Hi, Sammy.” He doesn’t even respond, simply pulling you into a tight hug. It practically knocks the wind out of you.

“I’m sorry I had to hound you at work, but Josh would’ve had my head if I saw you and just let you go.” Just Josh? You chuckle and nod, slinking out of his tight grasp. “You should’ve come to the show tonight, you could’ve messaged one of us or-”

“Yeah, I didn’t know.” A half truth. 

“Oh, our biggest fan didn’t know?” He teases, nudging you lightly. When you flatly laugh, a lull falls between you two. Between you three actually. Syd clears her throat, bringing all eyes on her. It’s as if you two forgot she was there. “We’re uh- actually headed to an afterparty of sorts. Everyone’s already there.” In an attempt to self soothe, you wrap your arms around yourself, fingertips pressing into your flesh. “You have to come with us. C’mon.” 

The urge to turn around and head back into the bar or reluctantly just go home is extremely intense, but then you recall the look in El’s eyes. “That’d be- yeah, sure.” You gaze down at yourself, looking less than presentable. “Is there a dress code or something?”

Sam drapes one arm over your shoulder and the other over Syd’s. “Nah, you’re fine.” He laughs as we all start walking away from the bar. “If anything, you could work the bar over there. That’s probably where you’ll find Jake, anyhow.” Jake and alcohol has always been a recipe for disaster in your experiences. Fun.

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Hello! Welcome to my fictitious crimes against god and humanity! If you know or know of me in real life, no you do not.

Please enjoy my works thoroughly. I'm always open to suggestions, requests, and feedback. I'm a slow writer so please bear with me; I hate it too.

These are all works of fiction. Totally 100% lies. Don't take things too seriously. If you genuinely have a problem or concern, message me and we'll talk about it, m'kay?

Be warned, there will be mature content ahead, never unmarked though. Just to be safe, I would advise being above the age of 18. Get outta here, kids.

☼ means fluff ☾ means smut ✩ means angst - means one-shot ~ means series Strikethrough titles are WIPs or just ideas, pretty much everything about those are subject to change.

Alright, let's begin, shall we?

"777" ~ ☼ ☾ ✩

"Flower Power" ~ ☼ ☾ ✩

"Cosmic Love" - ☼ ☾

"777" ~ ☼ ☾ ✩

"Once Your Girl" - ✩

"Music City" ~ ☼ ☾ ✩

"Better" - ☾

"Pick of Destiny" - ☼ ☾

"Guitar 101" - ☼ ☾

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"Doll" - ☼ ☾ ✩

“Midnight Melodies” - ☼

"Moving Pictures" - ☾

"Walk To Remember" - ☼

"Music City" ~ ☼ ☾ ✩

"D'n"B" - ☾

"Annoying Dalliance" - ☾

"When The Morning Comes" - ☼

"Respectful and Platonic" - ☼ ✩

"D'n'B" - ☾

"Coffee's For Closers" ~ ☼ ☾ ✩

"Bug Spray, Sunscreen, & Chlorine" - ☼

"Two's a Company, Three's a Crowd, Four's a Band" - ☼ ☾

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'777' Masterlist

pairing(s): Jake Kiszka x Reader, Josh Kiszka x Reader

wc (so far): 8.5k+

warnings (so far): serious themes involving abuse and trauma, bickering, child abuse, anxiety, alcohol, dead parent(s), implied sex, swearing

summary: Friends since seven years old, you've always been close with the Kiszka twins. In spite of your tumultuous childhood, they represented a safe haven for you. Too bad friendships don't always last forever. Now into adulthood, you and the boys couldn't have more different lives, but after a chance encounter, is it possible to rekindle that past bond? To deepen it further?

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[highway-tuna]

‘777’ (PREVIEW)

pairing(s): Jake Kiszka x Reader, Josh Kiszka x Reader

wc: 800+

warnings: bickering, child abuse

a/n: Hello there! Welcome to my first foray into the world of GVF fanfiction (not my first rodeo with fan fiction in general though)! I decided I would drop a tiny preview to dust off my writing abilities, see if anyone's interested. This is my first time writing in the whole 'x reader' second person format and my first time writing on this website as a whole so forgive me if it's rough in those regards. Fates willing, this will be a series and the idea for it came to me while listening to 'seven' by Taylor Swift, hence the name. Enjoy! Feedback is greatly appreciated. And just for context sake (that's not necessary until I get the rest of the chapter out), this is a flashback.

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“We should play pirates!” Jake exclaims as he walks up the grassy hill towards a familiar picturesque tree in the middle of the field, a staple hangout spot at this point. You turn your head to face Josh, gauging his reaction. By the roll of his eyes, you can tell he’s not a fan of that idea. His ambivalence leaves you giggling. Whenever you’d hang out with the Kiszka twins, it very often resulted in you just following along with what the boys wanted to do… which also led to you sitting idling while they bicker and fight over who gets their way. It was always quite the sight to see as an only child.

He lets out a dramatic groan and whines, “We played pirates yesterday. I wanna play something else.” Jake gives his brother a glare before his eyes soften as they land on you.

“You wanna play pirates, right, (Y/N)?” You shrug, not really wanting to get in between the two. You were pretty meek and indecisive to begin with, but having to choose one boy or the other left you feeling stressed, even with the mildest disputes. “C’mon, it’ll be fun.” We all reach the tree and sit against it, one boy on either side of you. 

Looking over at Josh, you watch as his face of disinterest morphs into something more mischievous. He’s clearly got an idea, probably to the dismay of his twin. “We can play pirates… only if (Y/N) gets to be captain.” Jake’s face contorts with a mixed bag of emotions. Happy to play pirates? Confused at Josh’s condition? Upset that he can’t be captain? He was always a bit of a control freak, especially when it came to what he wanted. Before he could even protest, Josh cuts him off. “I’m the oldest so what I say goes.” He gives you a toothy grin, lighty nudging you. Even at that age, he knew that that would always push his buttons. He’d constantly bring it up, even during situations where it didn’t matter at all.

“By five minutes.” A biter scoff escapes him while he shakes his head. He takes a moment of pause and sighs, looking at you. “Do you even want to be captain? You’re never captain.”

“Because you’re always captain!”

“Shut up, Josh.” He quips back, not even averting his eyes from you. The question is repeated. “Do you want to be captain, (Y/N)?” You wring your hands and slightly wince, shrinking in on yourself. You never liked being put on the spot. Your stomach would churn and your heart would race. You didn’t want to upset Jake by taking his role of captain, but you also didn’t want to subject Josh to another samey game of pirates. The spiral of thoughts are quelled by the feeling of Jake placing something into your palm. An eye patch.

A childish transfer of power that left you with an uncontrollable grin. Josh rises from the ground and practically cheers before standing at attention. “Aye aye, Captain (Y/N)!” Jake follows suit, leaping to his feet to do so. Giggling as you get up, you place the eye patch over your eye and ball your fists at your hips, standing stoically. 

“Call me… Captain Sunshine!” you speak firmly, a newfound confidence in your ‘authoritative’ position. “We’re nice pirates this time.” Jake falters, cocking his brow with a confused look.

“Pirates are supposed to be tough an-”

“Aye aye, Captain Sunshine!” Josh shouts over Jake’s disagreements. He nudges his brother who’s still staring with bewilderment. Jake huffs out a breath and straightens out once again.

“Aye aye… Captain Sunshine,” he mutters flatly. You’re well aware of Jake’s hesitancy to play pirates your way, but with Josh’s encouragement, you three continue on. Exploring ‘new’ territory, climbing trees, and collecting treasures (which mostly just entailed cool looking rocks); you felt better noting Jake actually having fun. He nitpicked the way you did things a few times, but not nearly as much as you would’ve expected from him.

You and the twins were having so much fun that you weren’t even paying attention to time flying by. Everything was going great until you heard the stern clearing of a throat behind you. You immediately froze while the color drained from your face. “(Y/N),” the gruff and low voice sends chills down your spine. Slowly, you turn to face him, your father. The boys do the same, but with less fear and more confusion than you. Without a word, you pull off the eye patch and place it into Jake’s hand, shaking as you withdraw from him.

The short interaction must’ve been too long for the man because he firmly grabs your wrist, tugging you away from your friends. It causes you to quietly yelp, but with another jerking motion, he releases you in front of him. You stumble a few steps while finding your ground and keep walking. Head down save for the brief glance you take back at Jake and Josh, worry in their eyes. You hated them seeing you like this. You hated seeing them like this. Unfortunately, most of your hangouts seemed to end this way. Or worse.

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