#dad jake kiszka

[kissingkiszka]

Pickles & Peanut Butter - dad!Jake Kiszka x Reader

Requested!

words: 1k+

Summary: Just Jake being a wonderful husband and helping you through your pregnancy and domestic shit

CW: 18+, MDNI, pregnancy, fluff, domestic Jake, talks of body image, weird pregnancy cravings, fluff, I think that’s all

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Your third trimester of pregnancy was really kicking your ass. One of the biggest reasons that you were able to get through it was all thanks to your wonderful husband, Jake. He waited on you hand and foot and the never ending praise was enough in itself to keep you happy. You still remember the day you told him you were expecting.

...

"Jake-" you called out for him through sniffles. "C'mere."

He opened the bathroom door and immediately spotted the stick in your hand. He inspected it thoroughly, tears welling up in his eyes not long after.

"Wait- we're having a baby?" He swiped a tear from his cheek.

"Yes!" You beamed.

"We're having a baby!" He rejoiced. "You're going to be the best mama." He says as he bends down to kiss your still flat stomach. "Oh my god, I'm gonna be a dad."

"I've always wanted to be a mother..." you can barely manage to get any other words out. Your body is overfilled with happiness and emotion.

"This baby is gonna be the most insanely loved baby in the entire world. Our baby." He continues to smile through tears. "You've made me the happiest man in the world. First your husband, and now a father."

"Oh god. I can already picture you changing diapers." You cup your hand over your mouth and blinked back some lingering tears. "Doing all the dad duties."

"I gotta tell Josh-" he reached for his phone in his pocket to be stopped by you.

"Hold on, let's not tell anyone yet. We can surprise them."

...

He laid on your legs, his hands cupping your growing bump. He just finished giving you a well deserved and needed foot rub, one that he insists on giving you almost every day. He knows how insecure you've been feeling and does everything in his power to make sure you know how beautiful you are.

"You're glowing. You know that?" He coos. "Your stretch marks are so beautiful love." He tells you as he traces each one delicately.

You just stare at him in awe.

"We really made this baby together, huh?" He asks you, a wide smile breaking out on his face.

"Yeah, I guess we did." You laugh to yourself.

"I think I've fallen even more in love with you, and I didn't even know that was possible." As his words continue to butter you up, you feel your baby moving around. "I felt a kick!" He beams.

"Our little one loves their daddy." You smile, rubbing your free hand through his hair. "I think the little one wants pickles and peanut butter again, Jakey." You feel a kick as soon as these words leave your lips, almost as if your baby is agreeing with you.

"But you had that yesterday, baby." He speaks to your stomach with the biggest puppy dog eyes. He turns up to face you. "Okay mama, I'll make it for you. On one condition. If you let me try it with you." He smiles. "I need to see what our babies food palette is like." He stands up and makes his way over to the door. 

"Deal." You place your hand on your stomach lovingly. As you go to stand, Jake rushes to your side to help you up. "Jake, I'm fine. However, your child has been kicking me all day."

"Oh it's my child now?" He laughs, realizing you aren't laughing with him and then immediately changes his demeanor. "I'm sorry. You're doing so well my love. Only a few more weeks. My superwoman."

He bends down to your stomach, placing a gentle hand on your bump once more. "Don't give your mommy too much trouble." He grabs your hand, not letting you walk down the stairs without him.

"Honey, I can walk down the stairs just fine. I'm only pregnant." You huff.

"Okay, okay." He let's out a defeated sigh, letting you walk down the stairs by yourself for once. "Just- go easy. You are carrying my child after all. Precious cargo."

You make your way into the kitchen, grabbing the peanut butter jar and the jar of pickles. Jake made sure to buy you a separate peanut butter jar, just for you to dip your pickles in. That had been one of the only things you had seriously craved the entire pregnancy. You dip the pickle into the peanut butter and take a big bite.

With your cravings satisfied, Jake does the same thing, following after you. He usually loves to try your cravings with you the first time you get them, but this one was just one he couldn't seem to get behind until now.

"Hmm..." he chews on the pickle. His brows furrow as his taste buds indulge in the flavor. You can tell he's not a fan of it, but he plays a good poker face just to make you happy. "Oh...it's uh- it's good!" He says, obviously faking it. He comes up behind you, wrapping on hand around your bump and grabbing your hand in his other.

"I love you darling. So fucking much." He whispers.

"Jake! Quiet! There's young ears around!" You slap his shoulder playfully, spinning around to meet his face.

"Oops! Sorry!" He shoots a hand up to cover his mouth. He laughs it off and then brings you into a kiss.

…

That same night while you were asleep, he ran out to the store and came back with a brand new jar of pickles and peanut butter. He placed them on your nightstand, leaving a little note next to it.

"My dear y/n,

I am so proud of you. Here's a little midnight snack for you. To spare you the trouble of having to rush to the kitchen in the middle of the night. But make sure to wake me up before you dig in. I live to share everything with you. Be it a  pregnancy craving or an entire damn family. I'm here with you through it all.

All my love,

Jake"

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[allieisacrybaby]

THIS IS SENDING ME INTO A SPIRAL. I CAN'T! I CAN'T! I'M NOT STRONG ENOUGH!!!

@/voidedbxtch on instagram

#greta van fleet #gvf #dad sammy kiszka #dad danny wagner #dad josh kiszka #dad jake kiszka #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiszka #gvf fan art #art #fan art

[anthemofgvf]

jake sent a nine year old fan a guitar and a shit ton of other things. don’t mind me over here crying..

here’s the post if you want to see all the goodies this sweet girl got from gvf’s management and jake❤️

#dare i say jake’s a girl dad? #his handwriting is so cute #look at it! #so happy for her:) #greta van fleet #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner #danny gvf #sam kiszka #jake gvf #josh gvf #sammy kiszka #sam gvf

[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

thinking about Jake just being able to automatically quiet a baby again.

Maybe he’s babysitting his niece for Josh, bolting up from the couch in the living room upon hearing her cries.

“Aw, come here,” he says softly, picking her up carefully into his arms as she lets out intense little cries. “No tears, sweetheart. You’re okay. Shhh.”

He cradles her securely in his arms, bringing her as close to his chest as he can. Immediately, she begins to settle down, her sleepy eyes looking up at him. His natural calmness could soothe anyone.

“You still look tired.” Jake smiles down at her, gently rubbing her arm with the back of his fingers. “You’re just like me… Never wanting to sleep for too long, afraid you’ll miss something important.”

She lets out a few soft coos, making Jake’s smile widen even more. He studies her for a moment, a whole new and different form of love overtaking him. She is a little piece of his twin. His best friend. He notes the color of her eyes and the shape of her nose, matching Josh’s perfectly. As she continues to coo up at him, he notices the dimples already showing themselves in her cheeks - also just like Josh.

“You’re just like our Joshy, too, though aren’t you?” He whispers, watching her eyes start to drift closed.

Jake lets out a shaky sigh, leaning down to gently rest his head against her’s for a brief moment. “I love you.”

#i’m so sorry #sparrow’s blurbs #dad!jake #gvf #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #jake gvf #jtk #the moon 🌙 #inside sparrow’s mind

[vanfleeter]

Imagine with me, please...

Jake walking a few paces behind his kid as they ride a mini balance bike. The kid is so focused with their head bent over forwards as they watch the wheels turn when they move.

It's a good thing Jake put a helmet on their head because in the next two seconds, the bike wheels hit a bump in the sidewalk and sends the toddler crashing forwards to the ground.

Jake, after learning to give no sudden reaction, freezes in his steps and stares at the toddler who lays there on the ground just staring upwards at the sky.

They look calm, but are they?

He watches as they roll over onto their hands and knees and push themselves back up and try to lift the bike right side up but unsuccessfully doing so.

They look to Jake and he chuckles when he sees their pouty lip. The silent plea for help. He'll walk over and pick the bike up and set it correctly on its wheels and the toddler will giddily get back on the little bike and continue on down the sidewalk.

Only to start getting tired a few minutes later and beg Daddy to hold them. So then Jake will have to not only carry the toddler in one arm as they fall asleep on his shoulder, but he'll also have to struggle to carry the bike in his other arm for the entirety of the two mile walk back home.

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[stardustvanfleet]

today’s jakedown is brought to you by jake’s blue suit because……. god he looks so handsome 💙

#god i’m in love with him. he makes me feel insane 🥰💙 #jake kiszka #greta van fleet #i only work 9-2 today and then it’s my dad’s birthday so i’m seeing him later!!! i hope everyone has a nice day today 🥰 #jake #li speaks

[feelslikegold]

good morning to silly bratty jakey only 💕💞💕💞

#i’m about to snap and drive to denver to see my dad for a few days I stg #things are so shitty rn I feel like a child who just wants her parents 😔 #god #look at these cuties bratty jake is my FAVE?? #jake kiszka #josh kiszka

[moonlightisdancing]

Something Old, Something New/j.t.k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 3495

Content Warning: [18+ Minors DNI] wedding/soft/girl-dad jake, soft twin moment, uncle/aunt talk, mention of alcohol, very light pirate play (if you squint), fingering (private and sorta public), accidental edging, bondage, hot wax, oral (f receiving), biting, sword play (no blood or cutting), praise, breeding

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Description: You and Jake finally tie the knot after years of being together. As the night progresses, tension builds and it becomes increasingly obvious Jake has more in store for when you’re alone. Perhaps more than you knew you could handle.

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“We ask that all guests please stand for the bride.”

Jake’s standing at the altar, waiting for the moment he’s anticipated since the day he met you. Josh is his best man, Sam and Danny standing behind Josh as groomsmen. Your sister is your maid of honor, Josie and Ronnie are your bridesmaids. Your daughter stands alongside Josie holding a basket filled with red and black petals. Everyone’s turned to the doors behind them, eagerly waiting for you to walk down the aisle. This will be the first time anyone but your mom has seen you in your elegant dress. Your dress is long, black and lacey, a more gothic approach to incorporate you and Jake’s aesthetic. You slowly stride down the aisle, looking at Jake as if he’s the only person in the room. He starts to tear up as he turns away facing Josh.

“Oh man, I can’t- she’s so gorgeous.” Jake mumbles to Josh as he drags his fingers across his eyes.

“Jake, you got this. She does look beautiful.” Josh pats his twin’s shoulder and spins him around.

“Daddy, are you sad?” Your daughter lets go of Josie’s hand and walks towards Jake.

“No, baby. Daddy’s not sad, both of my girls are just too pretty.” Jake picks her up and places her on his hip, he takes the basket out of her hand so it doesn’t hit anyone.

“Daddy! My basket!” She giggles as Jake hands it off to Josie.

“Aunt Josie’s gonna hold it so you don’t get Mommy with it, okay?” He says kissing her forehead as she nods in agreement.

All of the guests are giggling at the exchange between Jake and his daughter as you make your way to the altar. Jake turns and hands off the little one to her Uncle Sammy. It’s no secret her Uncle Sammy is her favorite, he lets her play with Rosebud and Sam had started teaching her piano on the weekends. Once Jake returns his attention to you, he grabs both of your hands and whispers, “You are so gorgeous.” Emotions have visibly taken over the room as you stand with Jake, the bride and groom before their entire family. Josh and Danny have little tears in their eyes, and Sam would if his niece wasn’t trying to make him giggle. You can’t see the girls behind you, but you can hear sniffles amongst your side. Jake’s instructed to give his vows, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded up piece of paper.

“I hope these words make sense, I had Josh help me write it since words are kinda his thing,” He chuckled and the room followed suit, “My beautiful girl, as I stand here, my heart overflows with an intensity of emotion that words can’t describe. I have loved you with every beat of my heart, and I will continue to pass the day I die. I promise to be your unwavering support, your protector and your greatest admirer. You are the fire that ignites my spirit, and the melody that sings in my heart, lighting an eternal flame marked forever by our love. I am deeply in love with you and cherish every day I get to call you mine.”

After the room coos and tears up, you’re instructed to give your vows. Josie hands you a folded paper.

“I didn’t ask Josh for help, but now I’m wishing I had…” Everyone laughs again, riding the ups and downs on the rollercoaster of emotions. “Jacob, from the depths of my soul, I love you. You are the anchor that keeps me grounded and the strength that lifts me up. The moon guiding me through darkness. I promise to continue giving you my unconditional support and love. In your arms, I have found my home, my sanctuary. You are my soulmate and I am eternally grateful to call you mine. I love you forever, my darling.”

Jake’s eyes were glazed over with tears, one blink would release the floodgates. The two of you exchange “I do’s” before you hear the magic words, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. Mr. Kiszka, you may kiss your bride!” Jake wraps his arm around you placing his left hand at the small of your back, his right arm at the nape of your neck. He presses you into his body with all he has, holding onto you for dear life. The room fills with joyous crying, clapping and cheering as the two of you kiss for the first time as husband and wife. The kiss engulfs you, melting away the background noise and again it feels like you and Jake are the only ones in the room. He pulls away and whispers into your ear, “I can’t wait until later.”

After the ceremony everyone heads to a nearby beach for the reception. The beach is set up with tents and tables for guests to sit at. The center pieces for the tables are tiny glass skull bottles filled with sand from Tybee Island, where Jake proposed to you. The bottles are sealed with white wax, surrounded by chains and ship rope. There’s a barrel with a helm resting against it, topped with a big glass bottle that says “leave us a message.” Guests are encouraged to write you guys a note on some aged paper and pop it into the bottle for you to read later. The night is spent celebrating with one another, dancing, laughing, drinking, making memories.

“Alright, we ask the bride and groom to make their way to the dance floor for their first dance.” Jake takes your hand as you guys work your way to the front of the party. At Last by Etta James starts playing as Jake pulls you close to his chest. The sun has set, the autumn air is crisp and lit by fairy lights hanging around the edges of the canopies. You rest your face on Jake’s shoulder and your moves melt together. He leans his head closer to your ear and whispers, “A little longer and I can have you the way we both need.” He kisses your cheek and presses his face into you, shivers are sent down your spine.

As the night progresses, you reach the fun part, garter removing and bouquet tossing. You guys decided on tossing a plastic skull with a black rose in its eye instead of a full bouquet of flowers. Your sister catches the skull but opts to hand it off to Josie, “I will NOT be the next one married, you have fun with that Jo!” Josie giggles and takes the skull from your sister, placing it on her table as they return back to their seats. A chair is brought up for you to sit in, prepping for Jake to remove the garter from your thigh. Hot in Herre starts playing as Jake gets on his hands and knees, looking up at you with brown doe eyes. You mouth to him “We should do this later.” He giggles before sticking his head under your dress. You always felt that this was an awkward thing to watch at the few weddings you’d been to, but you never imagined how weird it would feel being the one in the chair. Jake decides to play dirty with you where everybody’s watching, but none of them can see. He drags his tongue all the way up your leg, teasing the inside of your thigh before you feel his teeth bite at your skin. He’s nowhere near the garter, purposefully trying to get a rise out of you in front of everybody. Catching on to his game you don’t give in, Jake gives up and drags the garter down your thigh, kissing your ankle before sliding it off your leg entirely and removing his head from under your dress. He stands up, tosses the garter and kisses you on your lips. For the remainder of the night you can’t help but think about your after party, just you and your husband. As the night wraps up, everyone says their goodbyes, Sam hangs behind with you, Jake and your daughter.

“Her overnight bag should be in your car, Mom said she put it in there before the ceremony.” Jake says to Sam.

“Yep! Right in the front seat! Mom set up her car seat too, I was afraid I’d put it in wrong.” Sam still hasn’t figured out the car seat yet even though it’s been 3 years.

“Okay, baby. You’re gonna spend the night at Uncle Sammy’s, Mommy and Daddy will see you tomorrow.” Jake picks up your daughter and squeezes her, swaying back and forth, rapid firing kisses on her cheek, giggles escaping from both of them.

Sam gives you a hug, “Congratulations, you look gorgeous.” Jake hands off the child to you so you can say goodbye. While you’re hugging her and kissing her cheeks, Sam hugs and congratulates his brother. He grabs his niece from you, “Say bye-bye to Mommy and Daddy.” He waves his arm so she follows suit. As they’re walking away you hear her ask, “Uncle Sammy, I can play with my Rosie tonight?” He’s too far away for you to hear now, but you see his shoulders bounce in a chuckle.

“You ready, baby?” He looks at you with heavy eyes, grabbing your waist.

“Always.” You wrap your arms around his torso.

There’s a black SUV waiting to bring you guys back home, Karen made sure a ride would be set up so you guys could enjoy your night and celebrate. You guys get into the SUV, and before the driver pulls off Jake is all over you. Luckily there was a divider between the two of you and the driver, granted it was just a sliding window, that doesn’t stop Jake from warming you up. He starts kissing any bit of your skin exposed, touching you in any way he can that won’t elicit too much attention from the driver. He runs his hands up your dress, dragging his rough fingers over your skin making his way to your hips. His lips are moving up your neck from your chest until he reaches your ear, tucking his thumbs into the waistband of your panties, he nibbles your ear.

“Can I take these off?” He whispers in your ear, tugging at your panties for approval.

“Anything you want, Captain.” You respond, waiting for any response regarding the pet name .

“Oh, naughty. You wanna walk this plank tonight?”

“Only if you help me control the waves.”

He slowly starts to pull your panties down your thighs, you lift up off the leather seat so he can slide them down your legs and off of your ankles. He raises them to his nose, taking in your scent , “If you make any noise, these go in your mouth, understand?” You shake your head ‘yes’ as he tucks your panties into his pocket. He puts his hands back under your dress, reaching for your exposed clit. Jake starts to work soft circles over you, just enough to make you writhe under his touch. He kisses up your neck again, making sure to leave marks, your breaths become sharp as you try to keep quiet. He drags his fingers down between your folds, collecting your slick on his fingers. Lingering his ring and middle finger at your entrance, he locks eye contact and pulls the top of your dress down with his free hand, exposing your left breast to the cool air. He keeps his eyes locked with yours watching for any sign of discomfort as he works his calloused fingers in, moving his warm tongue across your nipple. His thumb finds its way to your clit, you feel yourself getting closer but your orgasm is put on standby.

“We’re here, Mr. and Mrs. Kiszka.” The driver taps on the tinted window.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, baby. You know I don’t like doing that to you. Let me help you.” Jake mutters as he removes his fingers and helps you pull your dress over your breasts.

You guys stumble out of the van, Jake gets out the same side as you and picks you up bridal style. He carries you inside, flicking on the light with your heel. He sits you on the couch and gets on his knees to take your heels off, kissing the top of each foot after removing them.

“Tell me when you’re ready.” Jake’s rubbing his hands up and down your calves.

“I’m ready, Captain.” You giggle and reach down to run your fingers through his hair.

He stands up and grabs your hands, leading you off the couch, picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder. As he’s carrying you into the room you see an array of items splayed out across the dresser’s surface. A lit candle, rope and a sword to be exact. He gently tosses you onto the bed, making quick work to remove your wedding dress. You’re sitting naked on the bed as Jake goes and grabs the rope from the display.

“If it’s too much, tell me.”

“I will, Jakey.”

He lays you back on the bed, situating your legs open, tying each ankle to a bed post with a single column tie knot.

“Is that too tight?”

“No.”

Jake nods as he reaches up for your hands, tying them together in a simple handcuff knot, pushing them up above your head, body on full display. He goes back to the dresser and picks up the candle. You guys have only tried wax play once before, but it turned out well enough for you to agree to trying it again. Making his way back over, he hovers over your body tipping the candle at an angle. The hot wax drips onto your sternum and down your belly, earning Jake an audible gasp. The look in your eyes is one of pleasure and excitement. He lets a few more drops of wax find their way onto your skin, pooling in your dips. Once he’s satisfied with the coverage, he blows the candle out and returns it to the dresser. Impatience settles in while Jake’s waiting for the wax to solidify, he starts kissing you from the tops of your feet, trailing up your leg until he reaches your thigh, gently biting the flesh.

“Do you wanna try something old, or something new?” His eyes find their way to your face between the valley of your breasts.

“Something new.”

He stands back up and reaches for the sword off of the dresser. “It’s not sharp.” He drags the blade across the back of his arm to ensure you, but you know Jake would never do anything to harm you. He’s waving the sword in tiny figure 8s in front of himself as he walks towards you. He drags the cold blade up your leg and presses it on your clit, pulling away and gently tapping you with it, you jerk your body up. The sword finds its way to the wax pooling on your stomach as Jake scrapes it off with the back of the blade, squirming under the cold metal.

“You’re such a good girl, you know that?” He bends down and bites your stomach, cooling the sting with the blade.

Jake undoes his belt with one hand, placing the sword beside you on the bed with the other. He begins getting undressed, standing before you entirely unclothed. His cock is hard, hanging between his thighs begging to be touched. Jake slowly leans over you, his cock pressed against your stomach, he places a hand to your cheek as he passionately kisses you. You move your hands down trying to feel him under your fingers, but he’s quick to push them back where they belong.

“No touching.” He whispers.

He resumes kissing down your body, working his way down your neck and sternum making his way to your center. He licks a stripe making sure to pay extra attention to your previously neglected clit, lapping at you like he hasn’t tasted you in months. Jake’s looking up at you, eye contact being held between your breasts as he slips his fingers in where they once worked. You gasp at the feeling of his fingers stretching you out, waiting for him to replace them with something bigger. He slowly thrusts in and each time going as far back as he can reach, curling his fingers straight into what feels like your soul. Your grip starts to tighten around his fingers slowing his pace down, he places his free hand on your lower stomach to hold you down. Jake removes his lips from your clit, replacing them with the palm of his hand.

“C’mon, baby. Cum for me.”

He brings his body up more to let you taste yourself off his lips. Leaning in for a kiss, the taste of his whiskey kissed breath and your slick push you over the edge. You’re crying out his name, begging him to fuck you senseless. Jake slides his body back down lining up with you, working his cock in with his fingers still pumping inside. Your eyebrows scrunch together.

“Jake, too much, it’s too much.”

“Baby, I’m sorry.” He quickly slides his fingers out, leaving just his tip at your entrance. “Is this better?”

You nod, cheeks bright red from the heat. He pushes slowly until you take him entirely. Jake reaches for the sword and slides it in between the rope knotted around your wrists, he rips up with all his strength snapping the rope. “Do you want to touch me?” He asks as he tosses the sword on the floor and loosens the rope around your wrists. You reach up, locking your arms around his neck, moving your back off of the bed. Jake wraps his body under your arms around your torso, digging his nails into the space just shy of your armpits on either side. His grip is so tight, you’re positive you’ll have finger-shaped bruises on both sides before he’s done with you. You feel a shift in Jake’s demeanor, like something primal has woken up inside of him. Sweat starts beading up on his chest and forehead, his body temperature rising as he continues thrusting into you as fast as his body lets him move. He bends back and releases the rope from the bed posts, freeing your legs.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

You do as instructed, wrapping your legs around Jake’s back allowing him to hit your spot from a different angle. He moves one of his arms down to toy your clit, hoping to make you cum again. He messily flicks back and forth with his thumb, his pace growing faster and less coordinated. He starts to swivel his hips, his cock dancing inside of you. The movement’s feel like something you’ve seen before, it dawns on you he moves the same way on stage. The knowledge of Jake mimicking these movements becomes enough to bring you to the ledge, waiting to push you into the crashing waves. He feels you tightening around his width, pulling him under with you. He holds onto you like an anchor in a storm, taking him fully in you as your body thrashes like a ship, leaving you feeling like nothing more than a piece of driftwood yearning for land to rest on. Jake releases inside of you, the final set of waves to push you to shore, letting out a deep guttural moan. Jake’s weight is on top of you as he slowly comes back to his senses. He pulls out and lays beside you, pulling you into his side, peppering your temple with soft kisses. Silence washes over the dark room, moonlight barely poking through the curtains. He drags his fingers through your messy hair in attempts to comb it out.

“You felt so good. You’re always so good to me, my love.” He always makes it evident he worships the ground you walk on and the air you breathe.

He sits up out of bed, mindful of helping you get cleaned before he’s too tired. He grabs a towel and makeup wipes, he wipes his seed gently from your flower before wiping your running makeup off of your face. He tosses the towel on the floor on top of his dirty laundry and throws the wipes into the can below your bedside table. Jake grabs you back into his arms, barely pulling the covers over the both of you, snuggling his face into your neck as you fall asleep to the beat of his heart.

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[pennylanefics]

Little Bird - Dad!Josh Kiszka

a/n: i haven't written in a while, so please excuse that. but i listened to the new jonas brothers album and this song instantly gave me dad!josh vibes and i ran with it

what was supposed to be a small blurb turned into a six page fic that i found myself tearing up writing :) enjoy <3

summary: josh finds himself getting insecure and emotional late at night with your daughter

word count: ~ 1.6k

warnings: mentions of c-section/birth, no details, mentions of scars

*edit is by @/voidedbxtch on instagram*

You were fast asleep in the comfort of your bed, the only noise being the sound of crashing waves playing from your TV, an ambience that you’ve found comforting. However, the absence of your boyfriend next to you was enough to wake you up.

Josh was nowhere to be seen. your hand runs over his spot on the bed, which was cold, meaning he had been gone for quite some time. Glancing over at your alarm clock, bright red letters tell you the time. 2:24 AM.

Carefully, you rise out of bed, still sore from birth, even though it’s been close to five weeks at this point, sliding your slippers on and grabbing a discarded t-shirt of Josh’s that laid on the end of the bed.

As you pad down the hall, you hear a faint voice coming from the nursery. Slowly, you approach the slightly cracked door and peer inside.

Josh sits in the rocking chair, gently rocking back and forth, having foregone a shirt, your daughter, Wren, laying against his bare chest, her hand perched in a fist against his collarbone. Josh’s hair was disheveled, unkempt as the journey of parenthood had overtaken him.

“My little bird,” he whispers to her, leaning in to place the softest and lightest kiss to her nose. She squirms in his arms and settles back down, a small smile on her face as she listens to her dad’s voice. “You are so beautiful, my angel.”

You had never heard him speak this low yet still be filled with so much love and adoration before. It melts your heart as you step just a bit closer, not wanting to tap the door to give your eavesdropping away.

“You have your mama’s kind eyes, don’t you?” He teases, bringing a finger up to trace around her features. Her big, brown eyes focused on the object in front of her, hypnotized in a way. You could tell, in the short few weeks that she has been here, that she’s a full blown daddy’s girl.

She’s got him wrapped around her finger, just as her tiny hand wraps around his. He grins and you could’ve sworn a tear fell from his eye just as she did that; even though she’s done it many times already, each time, it makes him swoon.

“Listen,” he starts, keeping his tone low still, “I know I may not be the best dad, but I am going to try my hardest. You are my world, next to your mama, of course. I know one day I won’t be here to care for you, and I have to accept that. But I know you’re going to find someone so special to take care of you.”

He pauses his little speech to wipe away a tear that had fallen down his cheek. He began to slowly rock again, wanting to soothe and calm her to try and get her to lay down for the night again.

“And I know you’re going to find that person, and I just hope that you know, when that day comes, and you spread your little wings and fly to someone else’s arms, that you know I loved you from the moment you came into this world, to the moment that I leave it. You hear me, little bird?”

Wren gurgles in response and Josh can’t help the watery chuckle that escapes him. He was beyond emotional, way too much for how late it was, but he couldn’t help it. He never expected to be in this position, caring for his daughter, a new light in his life, a new reason to live.

Softly, he starts to hum Annie’s Song to her, eliciting a yawn from her tiny mouth. His hand gently strokes along her back, your eyes finally adjusting enough to see that she was just in her diaper; Josh’s favorite thing ever was skin to skin, so it was no surprise that he had taken the bonding exercise up with her.

It reminded you of when you first came home from the hospital. Josh put everything away that was in your hospital bag, allowing you to rest, shower, and just come down from the emotions and roller coaster that was labor and childbirth.

You decided to take a shower as soon as you got home, being careful of the stitches you received during your c-section, but still taking the time to wash the feeling off and allowing your muscles to relax under the hot stream of water.

By the time you had gotten ready to crawl into bed, as it was nearing midnight at this point. As you step into your bedroom, you find Josh, laying flat on his back, shirtless, wearing a pair of sweats, with Wren laying on his chest, her onesie being set beside him.

Your heart soars at the sight and you quickly had to take a photo, Josh being asleep making it far too easy. However, you wake him up, needing to put her in her bassinet for the time being; you hated waking him, but you deserved some cuddle time too.

From that moment, skin to skin was his favorite pastime.

“I love you,” he whispers to her, having finally stilled and just about to fall completely asleep. Her eyes were droopy as he continued singing to her, leaning his head back and his own eyes falling closed for a moment.

That’s when you decide to make your presence known. What you didn’t know, though, was how you had your own tears in your eyes, listening to josh describe his love for her and talk about what it’ll be like when he’s no longer here for her.

“What are you doing up, honey?” He asks, instantly growing worried that something was wrong, especially with the tears clouding your eyes that he loves so much.

“I woke up and you weren’t there, so I came looking for you and…” you taper off, not knowing how to explain that you heard everything.

“How much did you hear?” He wonders, knowing that you were listening; he knows you far too well.

“Everything,” you mumble. He smiles and carefully stands up to place Wren in her crib, pausing for a moment to make sure she was okay, before gently, with help from you, slipping her onesie back on.

As soon as everything was secured and she was fast asleep, you pull Josh right into your arms, his face falling in the spot between your neck and shoulder. One of your hands plays with his messy hair while the other runs up and down his back.

“She’s five weeks old, Josh, we have a lifetime with her before she’s out in the world.”

“I know, darling. I just got to thinking how that day is going to come, where she’s not going to need us anymore and our little bird is going be on her own.”

“And that day won’t be for a while. We still have milestone birthdays, walking, starting school, going to daycare, everything.”

“But it’ll be here before we know it.” Sighing softly, you push away from Josh and grab his face in your hands.

“I know it’s tough to think about. I get it. But let’s not think about what the future holds, alright?” Josh takes a deep breath, more tears welling up in his brown eyes.

“W-what if I don’t show her how much I love her?” His voice cracks and in an instant, you are bringing him back into your arms as he cries into your shoulder. “I wanna be a good dad, but I fear that I don’t know how.”

“Hey, shh. It’s not going to be easy sometimes. And that’s okay. We can’t be perfect, but I know for a fact that she will know you love her with your entire heart. You’re already showing her and she can’t even comprehend anything right now. But she senses the love you have and the love you’ve given her so far. The way she smiles when she hears your voice, how she instantly calms down and goes to sleep when you sing John Denver to her. Josh, I have no doubt in my mind that she will forever know how much you love her.”

Silence hangs in the air as Josh takes in your words.

“Thank you,” he whispers, placing a kiss to your exposed neck. “You are incredible, and I don’t know what I’d do without you, love.”

“I love you, Josh. I always will.” There’s another pause before Josh takes your hand and guides you out of the nursery, quietly closing the door and turning back on the monitor he had brought in with him.

Bringing you back to your room, he helps you get settled into bed again, being mindful of your scars and everything. He holds you close and kisses your forehead.

“What do you think she’ll turn out to be like?” He asks, wanting to start another conversation but wanting it to be lighthearted.

“I think she’ll be talented, like you and your brothers. Maybe Jake can show her how to play guitar. No drums, though.” Josh laughs a real, hearty laugh, a sign that his mood was already improving.

“I’d love for her to continue the family tradition, it’d be nice to see.”

“I know she’ll be proud to do so if she decides to.”

Josh curls up into your side and sighs deeply, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Get some rest, Josh,” you whisper, threading your fingers through his hair. His eyes flutter closed, the crashing waves consuming the both of you, as well as thoughts of your small family, your mind filled with all the facts that prove Josh is, and will continue to be, the best damn dad in the world.

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[ashisill]

The Jake fic is taking longer than I thought. So here’s a blurb to hold you guys over. Soft Jake should be out by the end of the week.

Josh is a girl dad

Jake is a boy dad

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Josh is the one who’s fixing her hair for pre school. “Do we want pig tails or buns?” Turning on the curling iron, and making sure she knows not to touch it. “Its hot don’t touch” he’d say pointing at it. She’d nod her head as she watched her dad put her hair into pigtails. Josh is the one to apologize when he pulls her hair to hard “I’m sorry baby did it hurt?”. He would get it to perfection. Putting colorful little hair ties around them, or clip on charms to make her feel pretty. “Okay princess all done”. She’d smile in the mirror at her hair, and twirl it a bit at the ends. She stands up being careful not to touch the curling iron, and hugs her dad. Thanking him for making her look like princess. He’d smile from ear and ear, and place a kiss on her forehead. “Your welcome little darling”. He always makes sure she knows how much he loves her before dropping her off at preschool. “Do you know how much I love you?”. She would stretch her arms out as far as she could “this much?”. He’d agree with her, and gives her hugs and kisses before he walks her into school. Sometimes she gets teary eyed before he leaves, but she always comes home with fun little stories to tell him. And he’ll listen to every single word as he cooks her dinner for the night. Josh always makes bath time fun and relaxing for her. Once a week he’ll set a theme for her, or let her have extra toys, or if she’s had a “long day” he’ll message her scalp while he washes her hair. Which always makes her doze off in his hands. Right after bath time he lays her down in her “big girl bed”, but somehow she always finds her way back to his bed. Even though it may cause him less sleep he’ll never complain. She’ll find a home in his arms, and they’ll both drift off to sleep for the night. When she’s older, and gets her first period he’ll already be prepared. Giving her the option between pads or tampons, and teaching her the difference. Making sure to give her ibuprofen, and a heating pad for her cramps. He’s extremely understanding when she snaps at him. He never really loses his temper at her, and always gives her space.

Jake is the one to make sure there always a guitar laying out for him. One day he bought him one of those mini guitars. It ended up broke when he pulled the strings to hard. Jake just laughed it off, and took it to his office to fix it. When he’s old enough he’ll quiz him over music. Covering the screen in the car, and saying “what’s this song? Correct now who sings it?” He’ll teach him to be a gentleman. “You do not speak to your mother or any woman that way. Do you understand?” He will explain to him the importance of respect, and though he might not understand it now. It will become a part of him as he grows. Jake tries his hardest not to lose him temper, but sometimes it’s bound to happen. He’ll realized he messed up, and his son will began to tear up. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to lose my temper with you. It’s just frustrating when you don’t listen. We can fix it together okay” When the time comes to teach him about the birds and the bees. A lot of parents get weird about having this talk, and leave out important things. Not Jake he told him everything he needed to know. When he hits high school, and starts trying to sneak around Jake knows. “I was your age once too. You don’t have to sneak around. I know your going to do it regardless if I say no. So I’m not gonna try to stop you just be safe” Jake makes sure he knows if he’s ever in a situation to call him. No matter what he’ll always pick him up. He’s pounded into his head to never get behind the wheel intoxicated. The day a girl breaks his heart for the first time. He’ll come from school and immediately head for his room. Jake will give him his space for a while, but he didn’t come out all afternoon he went to check on him. He’ll tell him about a girl he loved, and how she loved another. Jake will understand, and tell him how he got over his heart breaks. His son will tear up, and Jake will tell him that it’s okay to cry. Jake will hug him, and wipe his tears. When he gets his first girlfriend Jake makes sure he’s treating her right. When he tells Jake she had a bad day he tell his son to buy her some flowers. He learned everything he knows from his dad, and Jake was always more than happy to teach him.

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[kissingkiszka]

The Sweet Symphony - Jake Kiszka x Reader Series

Summary: this series follows an unexpected love between the reader and Jake Kiszka, guitarist of Greta Van Fleet. Will the love blossom after you spontaneously decide to leave all you know behind and join Greta Van Fleet on tour?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6: coming soon!

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A Lantern in the Night

A Lantern in the Night

Pairings:

Sam Kiszka x Female Reader

Josh Kiszka x Female Reader

Jake Kiszka x Female Reader

Summary: Sometimes little girls need their daddies when they’re scared.

Warnings: Girl Dad Kiszkas

Word Count: 1.7k

Sam:

You and Sam sat on the edge of your daughter's bed to tuck her in for the night. Sam put the book he had just read to her on her nightstand and pulled the blankets up around her. 

You flicked on her nightlight and tiny purple stars from it dimly lit up the ceiling and walls. 

You each told her you loved her, gave her kisses, and got up to leave.

You were both at the door and Sam had his hand on the lightswitch when her words stopped him.

“Daddy, you didn’t check,” she said. 

He gasped, turned around, and smiled at her, “I’m sorry, Angel. How could I forget?” he said as he walked back into the room. 

You leaned against the doorway and watched him. 

“If there’s any monsters in there, you better leave now. I’m coming!” he called as he walked over to her closet door. 

He put his hand on the door handle and looked at her as she pulled herself further under her covers.

Quickly, he opened the door with an “Ah-ha! Gotcha!” and a karate chop motion as if he was actually catching someone or something in there. 

His expression faded and he turned to her with a smirk on his face. 

She giggled at him.

He looked around in the closet some more, pushing past hanging clothes to check the entire inside. When he was done, he closed the door and said, “Nothing,” with confidence.

Sam walked back over to the bed and got down onto his hands and knees. He lifted up her bedskirt, tilted his head sideways, and stuck it under the bed frame. 

“Nothing down here either!” he called out with his voice muffled. 

He popped back up off the floor and sat up on his knees. He leaned on the bed with his elbows.

“No monsters,” he assured her.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Of course I’m sure. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you,” he replied, “Besides, remember what I always tell you.”

“I am brave,” she said confidently.

“Right,” he said, pointing at her, “You are brave and you are strong. But now, little one, you need to go to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow- first day of preschool. You have to get some rest, okay?” 

Sam leaned over to kiss her head and she nodded, smiled, and closed her eyes. 

He stood up all the way and walked back to meet you in the door frame. He gave her one last look before he turned the light out and closed the door softly. 

You both walked down stairs and into the kitchen. He sat down at the island as you packed her lunchbox. 

“Do you think she’ll cry tomorrow?” he asked, eyeing up her new backpack that was waiting by the front door. 

You shook your head. 

“She’ll be fine. The question is, are you gonna cry tomorrow?” you asked, smiling.

He smiled and nodded, “Oh, absolutely I am.”

“You’re going to have to do some of those affirmations to yourself in the mirror,” you teased.

Sam laughed, raised his pointer finger in the air, and said, “I am brave. I am strong.”

Josh:

The sounds of the rain outside your bedroom window lulled you to sleep and kept you asleep. That was, however, until those calming sounds quickly turned into crashes of thunder and bolts of lighting which seemed to shake the entire house. A particularly loud crash of thunder woke you and Josh up. 

You both moved around in bed a little, hoping to fall back asleep. But within minutes, the door to your bedroom opened and you heard a little voice call out.

“Daddy?” she said, sniffling.

In the darkness, Josh sat up, pulled the sheets off him and got out of bed. He walked over to her, knelt down in front of her, and pushed her curly hair out of her face, which was wet with her tears.

“What’s wrong, Baby?” he whispered.

“I’m scawed,” she cried. 

He picked her up, groaning as he lifted her, and carried her back over to the bed. 

You turned over toward his direction and sat up on your elbow a bit. She had her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms wrapped around his neck.

“Is she okay?” you asked in a groggy voice. 

“Yeah, she’s scared, that’s all. I got her. Go back to sleep, Mama.”

Josh placed her down in between the two of you and covered her up in blankets. She held on tight to a little brown bear she carried with her everywhere. He laid down next to her and whispered to her to calm her down as the thunder and lightning continued outside. 

“It’s okay, Baby. It’s just thunder. But I know it’s scary,” he whispered, “But it’ll be over soon. And the sun will come back out. I promise.”

It was quiet for a minute before she spoke.

“Like da itsy bitsy spidew?” she asked in a whisper.

He let out a laugh and a sigh, “Right, just like the itsy bitsy spider.”

She lifted her hands and made a little spider with her fingertips. She began doing the hand motions to the song and started singing to herself.

“Da itsy bitsy spidew, went up da wader spout,” she whispered.

“Down came the rain and washed the spider out,” he sang softly as he spread his fingers out.

“Out came da sun and dwied up all da rain,” she continued, wiggling her fingers like they were shining. 

“And the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again,” they both sang as they both made the spider with their fingers again.

After they finished singing, the storm let up some. The thunder and lightning stopped, and the only sounds came from the sound of rain hitting the roof. 

And after a few minutes, you began to fall asleep to the sound of your daughter breathing next to you, and Josh’s light snoring next to her.

Jake:

You and Jake were laying on the couch watching a movie when the pitter patter of footsteps coming down the stairs made you both sit up a little and turn your heads towards the living room entryway.

In walked your three year old daughter in her pajamas with her blanket covering her face from her nose down. 

When she saw the two of you were awake, her little legs came running over to the couch and she jumped into Jake’s lap. She laid down on his chest and put her thumb in her mouth. 

“Woah, hey, what happened?” he asked softly.

She didn't answer. Instead, she buried her face into the blanket that was covering him.

“Did you have a bad dream?” he asked, stroking her head.

She nodded. 

Jake held her right. He stroked her head and up and down her back and whispered, “Shhh. It’s okay. You’re safe. I got you.”

He wasn’t lying. Being in his arms felt like being in the safest place in the world. 

After a few minutes, her crying faded, and Jake spoke again.

“You know what always helps me when I have bad dreams?” he asked softly.

She lifted her head just a bit to look up at him with her big Jake eyes. She shook her head and sniffled.

“Ice cream,” he whispered as his eyes widened and a small smile crept onto his face. “How’s that sound, hm?”

You couldn’t see much of her face but you could tell from her eyes that she was smiling back.

He sat up and sat her up with him. He placed her on the couch and wrapped her up with the blanket that was previously covering him. She continued holding her blanket and sucking her thumb with her free hand.

“You stay here with Mommy and I’ll be right back, okay? You want Oreo or chocolate?” 

“Oweo,” she answered. 

Of course she wanted Oreo. Cookies N’ Cream was Jake’s favorite. So naturally, it was hers too. 

He looked at you and his eyes silently asked you if you wanted any. You waved him off and shook your head. You had every intention of going upstairs to sleep the second he came back.

You put on a movie for her and helped her dry her face while Jake spent a few minutes in the kitchen. 

He returned with two bowls of ice cream in his hands and handed her one. A small smile lit up her face as she looked down into the bowl to see Jake gave her just a little bit more than he normally would. 

“Oooh, what are we watching?” he asked as he settled down next to her and pulled some of the blanket onto his legs so they were now sharing it.

“Moana,” she said in her little voice, pointing to the television. 

“Oooh, Moana? My favorite,” he replied. Again, he wasn’t lying.

You kissed her goodnight on the cheek and tasted ice cream on Jake’s lips as you kissed him.

“I’ll put her to bed once she falls asleep and come up in a little bit,” he whispered as you pulled away from him.

“Kay,” you replied.

You gave them one last look as you left the room. She had cuddled herself into his side and her eyes were wide and she carefully scooped some ice cream out of her bowl and into her mouth. 

Jake was right, ice cream did make her feel better.

You woke up the next morning in an empty bed, which was unusual. You walked into the hallway to see your daughter’s bedroom door open and her bed empty as well. 

When you walked downstairs and into the living room, you smiled at the sight of two empty bowls on the coffee table, Jake cuddled up in blankets on one end of the couch, and your daughter on the other.

Author's Note: I thought these were cute and I like how they’re short and sweet. Enjoy! Pls don’t ask for Dad Danny- idk him like that.

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[imgonnagetkilledbynutstink]

This picture is literally gonna kill me

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[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

Imagine,

You and Jake’s child has just gotten old enough to walk and hold things, so he goes out and buys him/her a little toy guitar.

He sits on the floor with his guitar and hands the baby the little guitar he got for them. They stand there examining it for a moment, before the baby hobbles closer and bonks him on the head with it.

Jake just laughs it off, rubbing his head and jokingly says, “I never really considered this new technique. What have I been thinking?”

#I’m so sorry for this one #gvf #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #jake kiszka blurb #jake gvf #jtk #jakey #dad!jake #jacob thomas kiszka

[vanfleeter]

Dad!Jake thought:

Going through the car wash with the kids, knowing they're terrified of it, but the car needs to be washed desperately.

He has to stifle his laugh as he listens to their terrified screams in the backseat.

But once they make it out the car wash, he rewards them for being brave by buying them ice cream to make them feel better.

#jake kiszka #dad!jake #greta van fleet #gvf

[rhythm-of-space]

To Be in Clover

notes - another big thank you to @sunfl0wer-power for the header and encouragement. this has been sitting in my drafts for a while so i thought i'd share!

warnings - none! just a night with dad!jake

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"to be (or to live) in clover", meaning to live a carefree life of ease, comfort, or prosperity.

-

“Daddy!” Your little girl squealed from her booster seat at the dining table. You had received a text from Jake earlier, explaining how the band meeting ran late, that he wouldn't make it for dinner, and how sorry he was. This has started to become a routine lately. You knew what you signed up for when deciding to marry him and start a family, but sometimes it felt like he was a traveling nomad in your shared life. 

You didn't even hear his car pull into the driveway as you were wrestling your 3 year old, Clover, into her seat for dinner. But she did, she always did. It's like she had a sixth sense for when her father was around. Since she was born it was like her and Jake shared a brain. Every little detail about them was the same - their unwavering kindness, their steadfast stubbornness, even down to their mannerisms when they tag-teamed far-reaching, but always entertaining, bedtime stories.

Though you had just tucked her legs into her seat, you knew it wouldn't last long until she whined for you to help her down so she could meet her father at the front door. 

You lifted her out by her underarms and set her down on the floor. Immediately, she was out of your grasp and stumbling to the foyer as quickly as her little legs would let her. You followed behind to catch any blows that were common these days with your high-energy toddler.

You hear the click of the lock, the squeak of the door hinge, and then the excitement from your daughter as Jake walks into the house.

“Hi, Clove!” He lifts her up in the air and then hugs her close to his chest. “How was your day, Honey Bee?” 

Her arms wrap around his neck and her legs around his waist to get closer to him, if that were even possible. “Good. Me and Mommy went to the park to feed the ducks. One of them looked like you! We named him Jacob.” She glances up to meet his eyes as they both giggle, “Mommy took a picture. He's real funny lookin’.” Jake looks over at you with a gasp and wide smile from his daughter’s candid observation. 

“You saying I'm funny lookin’?” 

She shrugs nonchalantly, “Kinda…” That earns her a prod from Jake's fingers to her side, prompting another round of giggles.

When her laughs die down some, he steps towards you and slides Clover onto his hip so he has a free arm to bring you in for an embrace. 

“So, you made it…” you state with a pointed tone.

“I did! I missed my girls!” He says with a kiss on your forehead to try to relieve any tension - though he knows a discussion needs to be had between you two when the little one is put to sleep. You weren't the only one feeling the pull that he’s been causing recently. You both need to find a compromise and make it work - just like you always did. 

He turns his focus back to his daughter, “So guess what, Bee? Uncle Danny and I finally finished that riff we’ve been working on. You know the one?” She nods enthusiastically - you, in fact, did not know what he’s referring to but with their unspoken communication and daddy-daughter moments he always makes time for, sometimes it’s hard for you to keep up, “So, I was thinking of playing it for my harshest critic, if you’re up for it.” Clover immediately wiggles out of his grasp, takes Jake’s hand, and bolts to his music room like her life depended on it. 

“Woah, woah, woah hold on a minute,” they immediately freeze like statues at your abruptness, “Uh, dinner? You know, the food I’ve been preparing. The food that’s probably gone cold?”

“But Mommy, you got it from that one place down the road…” she states, and you see Jake unsuccessfully hold in a laugh, looking up to the ceiling to conceal his grin from Clover. 

“Not the point!” You look to Jake for some help, although you know you're not going to get it from him when it comes to his mini-me. She got her wit from him after all. 

“Pleaseee, Mommy, can we go play?” And that came from Jake, the grown man who is now acting like his own toddler, lips pouting and everything. You shake your head and roll your eyes before you turn your back and head into the kitchen to reheat the food as it looks like dinner will now be eaten in Jake’s music room tonight. 

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You return, arms full of plates and cutlery, to the most picture-perfect moment. Your partner and daughter sat on the carpeted floor, legs criss-cross, mirroring each other - they look more alike every day that she grows into herself, you think. Guitars are propped on their arms - Jake’s Gibson acoustic pulled off the wall and her mini one, fitted to her tiny hands, which usually hangs right next to his. Despite what her father thinks, she is not some baby prodigy so she has no idea how to even play the guitar, let alone understand the chords Jake repeats back to her. But it’s the way they bond. She likes to watch his fingers glide effortlessly along the strings and hear the pretty sounds created from his movements; she thinks he’s making magic, which you can’t argue with. 

Despite Jake’s constant reassurance, you always feel like you’re interrupting these moments. You know they won’t last forever; when she finds her own interests and doesn't see her mom, dad, and uncles as the lights of her life anymore. Sometimes, when she is curled up in his arms drifting off to sleep, Jake mentions how he wishes she could stay small so he can hold her close to his chest and feel her heartbeat flutter next to his forever. 

Jake’s cursing is what brings you out of your thoughts, “Jacob.” you hear Clover scold - even at just three years old, she’s caught onto the idea of naughty words and will take any opportunity to remind her dad and uncles of their place. You’re still surprised her first word wasn’t ‘fuck’ despite how often it’s used around her. 

You make your way from the doorway to where they’re sitting and put their plates down to their sides. His tattered leather bound journal is laying between them, turned to a page filled with his and Danny’s handwritten notes that look like illegible scribbles of crossed out chord progressions and quick notes only they would understand. You sit next to Jake and he offers a quiet thank you and leans over for a kiss.

As he begins to strum a mixture of chords, you start to shovel food into Clover’s mouth as she's too focused on the show in front of her to do anything other than open her mouth for access and chew. These moments have been too far and few between lately as he’s spent his nights in the studio and returns after Clover is asleep, and you missed them dearly. The simple comfort found in the quiet of Jake’s soft thrum of his instrument, the wind-down and relaxation from the busy day, and the way you get to finally be together, just the three of you, a little family filled with love and warmth. 

A couple minutes pass by before he finishes his rough draft of the new riff and he finally looks up from his notes, always a little apprehensive of showcasing his work. The silence is filled with Clover’s open-mouthed chewing - you’ll let it slide this time - as her eyebrows furrow as if she’s deep in thought. 

After a swallow, she says, “Mmm, I like it… but I think you need to practice more. You should ask Uncle Danny for some help, he’s really good, ya know?” Now it’s your turn to chuckle at her blunt honesty not directed at you this time. 

Jake clicks his tongue and smirks, trying not to take his daughter's comment to heart. “And what do you think, darling?” 

“I think she said all that needed to be said,” joining in on the playful teasing. 

“Oh, is that so?” Jake moves the guitar to the floor and places your half eaten dinner out of the way before pinning your body to the ground and poking the spots he knows are off limits, the ones he found early in your relationship that make you laugh uncontrollably. You feel this tiny bit of weight added and in your haze of laughter you look over Jake’s shoulder to see that Clover has jumped onto his back with her arms wrapped around him, joining in on this impromptu dog-pile. 

In this moment there isn’t anywhere else you would rather be and all you want is to sit in this bliss for as long as you can. The conversation you were going to have with Jake can wait for another day.

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#a little nervy about this one but what the hell #hes a girl dad and i will die on this hill #jake kiszka #greta van fleet #jake kiszka fanfic