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builtbybrokenbells · 8 months

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have you ever thought of Jake pretending to be a big tough guy? one that’s immune to the cuteness of animals? baby animals, even? or Jake that’s so certain he’s a dog person, that cats just aren’t his thing, but absolutely melting at the sight of a stray kitten you brought home? yeah, it’s probably a good thing. anyway, here’s that thought:

“Jake?” You called out as you gently kicked the door shut behind you. The sound echoed off the walls, bouncing down the hallway and landing somewhere amidst the empty living room. You weren’t sure if he was home, or if he was, what he was even doing. That was a minimal worry compared to the one you had for the kitten in your hands, bundled in a towel you had found in your backseat. “Jake!” You called a little louder, but not enough to scare the already nervous animal seeking comfort in your arms.

You carefully made your way down the hall, cautious not to move too suddenly. When you broke into the kitchen, the lights were off and the house seemed even more silent than before. Feeling a shred of defeat, you flicked the light switch on, realizing you would likely have to navigate this on your own. “It’s not so scary, is it?” You asked, looking down at the towel. From your position, you could only see the tip of an ear poking from the hole you had made for the kittens head. “We’re gonna get you all cleaned up.” You couldn’t help but feel a little anxiety at the thought of Jake’s reaction. In your time of knowing him, it had always been quite apparent that he was a dog person. Although the never spoke blatant distaste for cats, he also hadn’t ever given an idea that he was fond of them. Plus, since moving in together, neither of you had offered an idea as large as a pet, and you weren’t sure if he would be interested in such a big commitment yet.

“Who are you talking to?” A grumble from the doorway made you jump. You looked up, eyes wide in shock at the intrusion. Jake stood, eyes heavy and clad in only sweatpants.

“Did I wake you up?” You asked, regret apparent in your question. He waved you off, shaking his head, even though it was quite obvious.

“Just dozed off…” he trailed off, stare landing on your hands. “Uh, what’s that?” He raised an eyebrow, looking up to you.

“This? Oh, just an old towel that was in my car.” You gave a nervous laugh, not really certain why you were lying about it. He was bound to find out eventually.

“Talking to a towel? That’s new for you.” He noted, not believing a word you said.

“I wasn’t talking to the towel.” You defended, narrowing your gaze at him showing your distaste for his smart comment. “I was talking to myself.” As the words left your mouth, you understood that your answer had not made you seem any less insane. He watched you, eyes flickering between your face and your arms. Before you could think of anything else to say, a small meow broke through the silence. You two had a bit of a staring content, neither sure of what to say, nor what to do.

“Y/n,” he said, a hint of warning in his tone. “Is that a cat?” Your defensive nature turned into one of defeat.

“Yes, but before you get upset, he was tiny and alone on the side of the road. How could I just leave him there?”

“We can bring him to a shelter,” he offered, almost unwilling to discuss the topic. As hurt as you seemed, he just wasn’t sure if a cat was his first, or favourite idea for expanding the family. “That way he’s safe, but he doesn’t have to stay here.”

“Jake, just look at him!” You exclaimed, maneuvering the towel to show off the small animal.

“Nope, don’t want to.” He shook his head, casting his glance to the floor.

“Please,” you begged, now making it so the kittens head was fully in view, surrounded by the soft fabric. As nervous as it may have been, it was incredibly content just being held by you. “Look at his little face,” you cooed, gently scratching his head. Through the thickness of the towel, you felt a little purr, which only melted your heart even more. You took a step closer to him, making it harder for him to ignore you. Eventually, once you were in front of him, he couldn’t resist looking at you any longer. “He’s just so hungry, and little…” Only slightly, his head turned towards you. The stony expression he had adorned previously seemed to crack, softness taking over his eyes. His gaze flickered from the kitten, then up to you. After a moment, he gave in.

“Fine, we can feed him and clean him up, then we’ll take him to the shelter.” He sighed. You fought back a smile, knowing that it would only be a matter of time before he changed his mind completely. “We don’t have cat food.”

“I think there’s leftover chicken in the fridge from last night. Or there’s a probably a can of tuna or something in the cupboard.” You theorized. He looked like he was fighting the urge to pet the cat, so instead he nodded in agreement. He left your side, immediately following your verbal guidance. You took a seat at the table, making sure to hold the towel close to you while you did so. After a few moments, Jake took a seat beside you with the food you had previously mentioned. You carefully placed the towel on the table, straightening it out so the kitten could walk freely.

“You’re a little beggar, you know that? Come into my house and eat my food.” Jake grumbled, pulling out a small bit of the plain chicken breast. The cat perked up at the smell of it, immediately taking a step towards him. Instead of feeding it, he placed the food on the table. He repeated the action a few times, smiling more every time the kitten eagerly responded.

“He likes you.” You informed him, noticing the cat’s affiliation with his attention.

“He can like me all he wants, but he’s not staying.” He noticed the animals attention shift to the can sitting beside it, giving it a little sniff of curiosity. “You want to try that, instead? Chicken isn’t good enough for you?” Although his words were gruff, his tone was light. He opened the can, placing it in front of the kitten in a timely fashion. It immediately began eating away at the contents, just happy to have food. You both fell into a silence and you began to worry he really was annoyed with you. That was, until you heard a small mutter of words that made your heart swell with joy. “You like tuna? Is that your favourite?” The words were coated with affection, spoken in the same tone you would speak to a baby with. You couldn’t fight back the smile that broke onto your lips. Suddenly, Jake stood, going to the sink and flicking on the tap. He grabbed a shallow bowl, holding it under the stream for a moment. He returned to you, setting the bowl beside the can. You looked over to him, a smug grin stuck on your face. “What? He needs water, too.” He defended.

As the cat made itself at home, Jake slipped his arm around your shoulder. It was a silent show of affection, one that told you he wasn’t upset with you at all. When he placed a kiss to the side of your head, you were more than aware that this would be the newest member of the family. “He is kind of cute, isn’t he?”

“I think so.” You giggled, reaching out to give the animal a small pet. You both settled into your seats, content with watching the cat explore its surroundings. After a few moments of curious looks, it took a few steps towards you both. With caution, it approached Jakes hand that was resting on the table. Jake was still, watching it closely. Eventually, once it was familiar with him, it nudged his hand with its head. As if he was completely defeated, he let out a groan. Immediately after, he gave the cat a few pets. When the cat began to purr, his hard exterior melted away entirely.

He picked it up, the animal giving him no protest at all, and brought it to his chest. He held it to him, scratching behind its ear with a smile on his lips. “I think it would be okay if he stayed with us tonight.” He murmured, looking down at the ball of fluff in his hand. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Get you cleaned up and you can sleep in bed with us tonight?” As he spoke, the kitten let out a yawn, then it’s eyes slowly drifted shut. “You’re tired? You eat all of our food and then just go to bed? Such a hard life to live.” He cooed, but there was no hint annoyance in his voice at all. After a moment, the purring slowed to a stop, because the kitten had fallen asleep in his hand. Slowly, Jake turned to you. His eyes were glistening with love, completely wooed by cuteness of the animal.

“What do you want to name him?” You teased.

“Shut up.” He grumbled, but his attempt at sounding annoyed was futile. “Sparrow?” The word was barely spoken, so quiet that you almost missed it. You let out a laugh, nodding your head in agreement.

“Yeah, I think that’s perfect.” He gave you a grin, thrilled that you liked the idea. “I love you, Jake.”

“I love you.” He hummed as he leaned over and placed a kiss to your lips, quickly forgetting he ever contested the idea of keeping the kitten at all.

this post was made by a certified cat lover and Jake kiszka enthusiast. no, I will never recover from this. thanks for asking though

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jankandjonch · 1 year

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Stretch

words: ~900 content warnings: negative self image, plus size!reader, nakey josh

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You’d woken up long before him, he’s still been sleeping in late since he got home from the road. His body still in recovery mode. You had kissed him good morning, as you always did - awake or not - and made your way downstairs to start on his laundry. You made and ate breakfast, cleaned the kitchen, and made your way back to the bedroom with the first dried load.

“You look so fucking good in my clothes, baby,” his voice was gruff, he’s tired and sore and longing for you. Again.

You glanced down at the shirt that you had grabbed from the floor after you got out of bed this morning. You noticed, then, how it stretched across your belly. Remembering in a flash how loose it fit on Josh, you feel your shoulders deflate. Your insecurity festering in your brain, reverberating his words, making yourself hear them in a negative tone. You know better than that. He loves you, he makes that more than clear every day. He made it crystal clear last night in that bed, loving every handful of you he grabbed.

“Hey,” he grunts, “you hear me?”

You’re still facing away from him, folding his socks and placing them in his drawer, and give him a nod in response.

“Then c’mere, lemme take it off. It was an invitation, yanno?,” he giggled, not seeing your face and not understanding where your head had taken you.

“Doing laundry,” you replied softly, picking up the now empty basket and walking back out of the bedroom.

He pouted to himself, giving a loud yawn and stretching out in the bed. He assumed you had gotten your fill of him last night, closing his eyes and remembering every shape he’d put you in. His fingertips danced delicately along his torso, your favorite place to grab onto him. You find him this way when you re-enter the room, sheets long gone so he’s stretched in all his glory. Naked, smooth, soft, his cock half way hard and still resting on his right thigh. You watch him run his fingers over his skin, envious that he feels nothing but love when he does so.

“Sure you don’t want to join me?,” one of his eyes peel open to look up at you, smirk across his lips. So he did hear you come back in.

You can’t resist his warm presence, it draws you in like catnip. You find yourself climbing back into the bed before you even processed his question, your bare thigh brushing against his as you sit up on your knees by his side, hands immediately reaching out to touch him. Your fingers replace his, brushing along the tame trail of hair below his navel. He hums in approval, you watch as his cock jumps slightly in approval too. His eyes are on your face, his favorite face. So beautiful, so sweet. He notices the groove between your eyebrows, though, where they’re slightly scrunched together.

“Your mind isn’t here with me, darling,” his hand grabs yours to stop your movements. Lacing his fingers with yours, bringing them to rest just above his hammering heart. “What’s this frown for, huh?”

You lean down to kiss him, hoping to sweeten your way right around this conversation. You know he won’t let it go, but you’re hoping you can stave it off for later. When you’re not in the throws of these emotions, not biting back tears.

“You know how bad I love you?,” he speaks the words in a slur against your mouth.

“I love you so much,” your voice cracks halfway through, shattering your illusion - what little you thought to have.

“C’mon, have a seat. Let’s chat, shall we?,” he’s moving to sit up, patting his bare thighs to show you where your seat is located.

“I’m fine here,” you mumble, hands still skirting across his warm skin.

“No, you’re not. Come to me. Connect with me, my beautiful girl,” a hand brushes through your hair, snagging on a tangle and for some reason that’s it. Your resolve crumbles and your eyes flood with tears. No longer a choice, he tugs you in by his shirt and pulls you against his chest, your thighs having no option but to part over his.

He holds you like this for a while, letting your tears come slowly, then in a rush of a wave, and slowing again. His hands rubbing your back the entire time, gathering your hair to one side, allowing himself to tuck his face against your neck. It’s you that breaks the silence.

“I’m really sorry if I stretched out your shirt, I know it’s your favorite,” you keep your face hidden against his shoulder, not wanting to face the embarrassment of this situation.

“My pretty baby,” he forces your head away from his body, bringing your forehead to his, eyes boring into yours. He glides his cold fingers over the flush of your cheek, lingering for a moment to brush across your lips, finding purchase as they wrap around the side of your neck. Holding you tightly, close to him, possessive. “I’d be upset if you didn’t.”

You shake your head, closing your eyes and your forehead rubs against his, trying to pull away from him. His hand on your neck keeps you steady.

“Stretching you out is the best part of my day, it’s only fair,” he smirks, pulling you in for a gentle kiss. Rejoicing as he feels you smile against his lips.

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pr41sethemoon · 1 year

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Sleepy Time | Dad!Josh ☾

Warning(s): Just fluff 😭🤍 (also very short)

Song: ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

Dont Imagine...

It was another hard night trying to get Harlow, your 11-month-old daughter, to go sleep again. Both you and Josh have been trying to get her to sleep at a more decent time. Though tonight was a different story. You were currently at work, so it was just Josh tonight. Josh tried almost everything, singing to her, reading to her, rocking her, all of it. She wouldn't let up. All she wanted was to stay up and play all night.

Josh sighs heavily as he settles back into bed with the baby. Laying her down next to him, he passes her the warm bottle of milk. Harlow is looking up at Josh with her big brown eyes as she chews on the bottle, smiling and cooing to him. He tiredly smiled down at her, "Why do you like to stay up and torture me Lo? Dada doesn't understand." he tickles her belly which elicited a high pitched laugh from Harlow.

He snorts and sighs again. He knows she's not going to sleep anytime soon, "Well, since you want to stay up all night, I guess we could have a movie night. How's that sound lovebug?" He looks back down at Harlow. Her response was smiling, and kicking her little legs around.

"Movie it is!"

Hours Later ~

Shutting the front door quietly, you exhale as you strip off your jacket. Hooking your jacket onto the hook and plopping your car keys into the bowl. That overtime had caught up to you and all you wanted to do was get into bed. Josh would usually stay up and greet you at the door, but not tonight. Your brow slightly arching, yawning as you walk into the house more.

Walking down the hallway you quietly open the door to your shared bedroom. Upon opening the door, you felt your heart instantly melt at the sight before you. Josh and Harlow both sleeping peacefully all snuggled up together. Harlow's head lay in the crook of Josh's neck, one hand on her belly, as the bottle rolled out of the other hand. While Josh's cheek was pressed on top of her head. One arm looped around Harlow to keep her close to him as they slept. Both of them look identical to one another. You could even hear the quiet snores coming from them. Which makes you giggle quietly.

You could hear the soft music from the movie on the tv playing. Padding over to the bed, you crawl onto it and over to them. Gently placing your hand into Josh's curls, you plant a few gentle kisses on his cheek. He knows it's you as he slowly comes out of his slumber. Josh opens his eyes to see you with a tight smile, and he gives you a tired one back.

"How was work?" he asks before giving you a kiss on your lips.

"It was alright, a little stressful, but pulled through." you look down at the sleeping baby. "And how was she?"

Josh rolls his eyes playfully "She wanted to play all night, now look at her."

The both of you quietly giggled at Harlow who kicked her little foot out to get more comfortable. "But she's a good girl as always." he says softly yawning. He brushes the top of her curls soothingly before placing a kiss on her forehead.

Your heart beats hard for both of them as you watch Josh flutter his eyes closed and cuddle up with Harlow again. Caressing your daughters cheek, "Good, I'm going to go shower, and I wanna join the cuddles too."

Josh hums with a half smile, "Hurry back to us, love."

"I will."

Fin

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kissthesun-gvf · 1 year

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Hurting for You

INTRO: I know I can't be the only one who's been thinking about the aftermath of the eardrum incident since it happened... I've seen a few other posts about it so I thought I'd try my hand at what came to my mind. Idek how to describe this one... angst? It's sad, that's what it is. But of course some brotherly sweetness too.

In that moment, everything stopped. You saw the tiniest change in Josh’s expression and you knew something was wrong. Your stomach dropped and you wished he would meet your eyes, do something to communicate with you, but of course he just continued the show. When the encore started you left your seat and made your way backstage, alarm bells ringing in your head as you made eye contact with Jake from his side of the stage. After what felt like an eternity the music stopped and in an instant Josh was basically falling into your arms as you walked him into the green room and away from the large mass of people.

It took you until he nearly collapsed onto the couch to realize that he was holding the side of his head. You squatted on the floor in front of him, assuming he would begin talking, but he was in a whole other place. “Josh, baby, talk to me. What’s wrong,” you tried. He looked up at you, eyes filled with tears, and tried to speak, but you could see the pain in his face as soon as his mouth opened. “Okay, just take your time. Breathe, honey.” You placed a reassuring hand on his knee despite the fear ripping through you. You would be strong for him now. The silence was broken by the rest of the guys entering the room. Jake was immediately by his twin’s side on the couch, saying nothing, but beginning to rub Josh’s back. Jake looked down at you and you could see in his eyes the fear and pain he had for his best friend. Sam and Danny stood nervously behind you as you tried again to coax Josh into explaining what he was feeling.

“Sweetheart I need to know what’s wrong so I can help you, okay?” Josh looked up at you, eyes filled with tears, and nodded. “It’s your ear?” He nodded again. “Okay… Can I take a look?” He slowly turned his head towards you, flinching again. “You stay there love… Jake, can I trade places with you?” Jake nodded and you sat on the couch next to Josh, his brother kneeling where you had been and holding Josh’s hands in his. You thought you knew what happened, but what you saw solidified it. Josh’s ear was bright red, and you could see liquid pooling out of it. Fuck. He had burst his eardrum. “Oh honey…” You didn’t want to be the one to tell him. What if you were wrong? You tried your best to remember the symptoms, but you assumed Josh was feeling all of them based on how he was acting. You looked down at Jake and tried to shake your head as subtly as possible. Josh’s hand reached for yours, asking for an answer. “We need to get you to a doctor, Josh. You need to get this checked out.” “You can’t take care of it?” Jake answered for him. “At this point there’s not much I can do but help him stay comfortable. But I don’t have the equipment to figure out what’s really going on.”

Your limited medical knowledge was nowhere close to enough to help right now, the only reason you knew what was happening was because a friend of yours had burst an eardrum years ago, and you happened to witness it. “Mama,” Josh mumbled out, slowly leaning over to rest his head on you. “I know sweet boy, I know.” You tried as gently as you to touch him, not wanting to cause any more pain. “The only thing open right now would be the emergency room,” Danny whispered from across the room. You nodded and lowered your gaze to meet Josh’s. “We have two options right now, love. We can go back to the hotel and you can try to rest, or we can go to the ER and see what they can do.” Josh’s face contorted at that idea. Right now an emergency room would be loud, bright, and full of people, which was the last thing he needed. “Danny, you go talk to security and make sure we can get back without running into any fans. Sammy, can you find someone who can run to a drugstore for me? I’ll text you a list.” The two of them nodded and headed off, thankful for some way to help. Josh usually tried his best to avoid medication, but he wasn’t likely to argue tonight. Jake lingered at his twin’s side, anxious to leave. “You stay here Jakey, I’m gonna pack things up in the dressing room.” You pressed the lightest of kisses to Josh’s head. “I won’t be far, J.”

Your mind was spinning as you rushed to pack up the chaotic dressing room. You looked into the mirror to focus yourself, taking a deep breath. Josh needed you now, and you’d be there for him even if it meant shoving your fear deep down for the time being. Your phone brought you back to reality with texts from Sam and Daniel confirming they had done what you asked. You made your way back to the twins and the five of you left for the hotel as quietly as possible.

When you finally arrived, extra grateful to not be sleeping on the bus this particular night, you let Josh head into the room alone, leaving you in the hallway with his brother staring concernedly at you. You paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before beginning. “I’m not a doctor, but I think he burst his eardrum.” You paused again. “Fuck.” Sam squeaked out. “I’m gonna stay up tonight and see what doctors can see him tomorrow, because this won’t likely get much better on its own. But right now I’m just hoping he can get some rest…” You trailed off, realizing that would be next to impossible. Sam handed you the bag of drugstore essentials. “I’ll take good care of him guys, I promise. You all go get some rest too.” You forced a smile and said goodnight to the guys, minus Jake, who stayed outside the door with you. He didn’t say it, but the look on his face told you: he had never been more worried about his twin. “I know. Me too. But we’ll get it all figured out Jakey. It’ll be okay.” You pulled him into a hug, and after a moment he relaxed into it. “I’ve got him for tonight, go sleep.” You squeezed his arm, but he didn’t seem convinced. “Go shower and I’ll text you afterwards with an update.” He half smiled at your realization that you wouldn’t be left alone.

You opened the door to find Josh sitting on the edge of the hotel bed, head in his hands. Like you had earlier, you knelt down in front of him. After a moment you saw tears dripping from his face. “Oh sweet boy, I’m so sorry. I promise you we’re gonna make this better.” He dropped to the ground next to you and rested his head in your lap. With a feather light touch you ran your fingers through his curls, doing the only thing you could think of to comfort him. Somehow your intuition moved faster than you did, and you reached for the garbage can in front of you just as you felt Josh begin to move. You rubbed his back as he threw up, knuckles turning white as this only caused him more pain. He leaned back into you and rested his back against your chest afterwards. “I’m so dizzy, and- and it hurts so fucking bad and I just… I’m scared, mama,” he choked out. “I know love, I know. I'm here.”

You waited a moment for his breathing to settle before you prompted him to stand. “Let’s get you into bed, Joshy. Move slowly, okay?” You helped him to stand and he shuffled his way to the bed, the room still nearly dark. You quickly opened your phone to text Jake. “Call Karen.” was all you sent. The use of a usual nickname had reminded you that Josh and his mom had an amazing bond, and you knew he needed her right now, and wasn’t in the place to be calling himself. Jake would take care of it. “Take these, hopefully they’ll dull the pain a little and help you sleep.” You handed a bottle of water and some pills to Josh, who, as you hoped, didn’t question it. He slowly lay down onto the pillows and adjusted his head carefully, looking up at you. “I”m right here, Josh. You just close your eyes and take some deep breaths. I’m here to help you relax.”

After a few minutes of lightly running your fingers up and down Josh’s arm, like you did many nights when he found himself unable to sleep, you noticed your phone light up with a text from Jake. “She’ll be here by morning.” Thank god. Even if Josh got no sleep tonight, waking up to his mom in the morning is the least you could do for him. It had been at least a half an hour of you trying to relax Josh to no avail before you realized what he needed. You sent another text telling Jake to come to your room, and you swore he must have sprinted with as fast as he was next to you. Josh glanced up and noticed his brother, who instinctively made his way to Josh’s other side. You had remembered Karen telling you that when the twins couldn’t sleep as kids, her first idea was always to put them together, as it tended to calm them. Within minutes Josh was ten times more relaxed, as if Jake had shared some of his discomfort in order for Josh to rest.

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vanfleeter · 5 months

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Best Kept Traditions || GVF

Characters: Greta Van Fleet

Warnings: Language. Fluff.

Author's Note: Quick little holiday/Thanksgiving-ish blurb all thanks to @losfacedevil for the idea.

Sunmary: What started as a silly way to "save" Thanksgiving one year soon became a weird but cherished tradition.

Pulling into the drive, Jake parks his jeep and climbs out as Josh comes out of the passenger seat. He tugs his jacket closer to his body. Josh comes around the back of the jeep and pulls open the door. The two of them grab the grocery bags from the back, a few last minute things that their mom asked for them to pick up. Josh hands Jake a few bags before grabbing some himself. Jake peers in the back only to find six rolls of wrapping paper lying on the floor.

“Did you bring paper too?” He says.

Josh nods his head as he gathers the rest of the bags in his hands. “Yeah, it’s me this year that wraps the dining table.”

“No, I thought it was me this year so I brought paper.”

“No, you did it last year.” Josh says.

“I thought that was Sam.”

“No, Sam did the year before last.”

“Are you sure?”

“I think so.. Didn’t he bring that Paw Patrol wrapping paper?”

Jake sighs. “That was four years ago.” He says.

“Then I guess I don’t know who it is this year..”

Tires crunching over the gravel in the driveway signify someone’s arrival and inviting the twins the turn around. Danny pulls up in the driveway with Sam in the passenger seat and his sister in the backseat. “You brought paper too?” Sam says as he pokes his head out of the passenger side window. “I thought it was me.”

Jake groans and turns on his heels to head inside the house. Josh follows in suit and brings everything into the kitchen. “Wonderful timing boys!” Their mother cheers. “How much wrapping paper did you all bring?” She says. “It’s Danny’s year to wrap the table.”

Jake and Josh both look at each other and snicker. Guess no one knows who’s wrapping the table this year.

What started as a silly thing by Sam over a decade ago became this weird but funny tradition they’ve done every year since. The twins thought it was stupid when Sam showed up with Grinch wrapping paper after the original table cloth for the dining table was burnt from the fallen candles. So Sam took it upon himself to walk into town and pick up a roll of wrapping paper from the local grocery store that was still open in the morning. He couldn’t find a tablecloth so he had the wild idea that wrapping paper would be a good way to go. And while the twins thought it was stupid, he was proud of it. It then began to be a tradition. Danny was brought in just a year later and following every year since, each boy (including their sisters) had a turn to wrap the table as a tablecloth and it would stay there until after the new year.

“Oh god..” Their father mutters as Sam and Danny come inside with arms full of wrapping paper. “Honey, are you sure it’s Danny’s year?”

“I’m pretty sure it is! Because Sam was last year and Josh the year before.”

“No, Jake did it last year.” Sam says as he drops his rolls on the kitchen table followed by Danny. “It’s my turn this year.”

“Well, whoever it is this year has a lot of options to choose from.” Danny says as he removes his coat.

“Alright, I have an idea.” Josh says. “Mom chooses a number between one and ten and we guess a number. Whoever is closest gets to wrap it this year and we’ll just start over.”

“That’s so basic..” Sam grumbles in a valley girl accent. Danny snickers and jabs his side.

“Do you have a better idea?”

“How about I just pick one?” Their mother says as she washes her hands in the kitchen sink.

“Won’t be fair,” Jake says. “We know who you’ll pick..”

“And it won’t be either of us.” Josh says, wagging his finger between him and Jake. Their mother gives them both a look and Josh shrugs his shoulders. “Well.. We all know it’s going to be Sam.”

“It most certainly would not have been!”

Sam scoffs and folds his arms over his chest. “Gee, I feel the love Mom.”

“Oh Sammy, you know I love you.”

“Let’s just do the number system..” Jake grumbles. “And get it out of the way.”

“Why are you in such a rush?” Josh says. “Don’t tell me you brought pirate wrapping paper again?”

Jake scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Nooo..” He says. “It’s better this year.”

“Alright well we have to decide quickly so it can get wrapped.” Their father says.

“Just pick a number,” Their mother sighs. She watches as each kid looks around and picks a number. “Everyone got one?” When everyone gives an answer, she looks directly at Josh. “My first born.. Josh was closest with five.”

“First born?!” Jake exclaims. “By five fucking minutes! And you stole my number!”

“Aw don’t be a sore loser, Jake.” Josh snickers. “And I know just what wrapping paper I’m going to use.”

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jakekiszska · 2 years

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sticky sweet

vampire!jake kiszka x female!reader

a/n: finally vampire!jake is back. this is another fic i posted in october of last year on my old blog, stardustschords. i have edited it slightly and added more. 🤍

warnings: explicit sexual content, 18+. mentions of drinking, mentions of blood.

tags: pls let me know if you’d like to be added or removed. @alwayzthere @strangersingold @garbagevanfleet @harmonyhous @obetrolncocktails @singingmangoes @theweightofstardust @teddiie @gretavanfleas @brokenbellz @jordierama @bluevelvetgvf

the music inside the club was loud. incredibly loud, droning, vibrating through the floor and up into the warm bodies. it was pissing jake off.

“such a pretty face, on a pretty neck, she’s driving me crazy… but i’m into it…,” he heard blaring over the speakers. a few girls at a table nearby drunkenly sang along, butchering the words.

jake scoffed as he stepped into the crowd, eyeing the people as they danced around. he hated the music… the scenery… he had a general disdain for human activity. but, he needed to feed.

every year he chose the club scene to pick his prey— the victims were usually more willing here, intoxicated and invited in by his pretty face. it usually didn’t take him long to find someone and go in for the kill, but this time, it was different. the air in the club felt off… there was something amiss.

he’d roamed around for a moment before he spotted you, sitting at the bar tapping at your phone. if he’d been breathing, the saccharine sweet scent rolling off your body would’ve knocked the air from his lungs. he sauntered over to you, hopping up on to the neighboring barstool. he turned his body to face yours and asked, “can i buy you a drink?”

you look up at him, intrigued by what you saw sitting before you. he wasn’t a tall man, maybe average height, and he had long dark hair that had the slightest wave to it. he wore black jeans, shoes, and a long sleeved black shirt. he also wore large framed sunglasses, which you found strange… but also sexy.

“no, but thank you. i don’t drink.” you answer.

he huffed a laugh before responding, “neither do i.”

“why are you at the club, then?” he questioned, and it’s your turn to laugh when you counter, “why are you?”

“touchè.”

you looked back down at your phone, mesmerized by an influx of messages coming in from your friends, when you felt him reach out and graze a finger lightly over a vein the back of your hand. “can i help you?” you ask, cocking your head to the side, and he chuckles. “sorry. your skin just looked really soft.”

you shake your head, refocusing your attention to your phone, and he lazily drags his fingers up your arm, stopping at the crease of your elbow. you shoot him a pointed glare, but all he does is chuckle. he runs his fingers along your skin again, and you shiver.

“wanna leave?” he asks, and you laugh, tipping your head back.

“are you crazy? we just met. i don’t even know your name.”

he leans close to you, his breath fanning your face, and whispers, “i’m jake.”

you suddenly feel drunk, though you’re sober, and you quietly mumble out, “y/n.”

he laughs, and wraps an arm around you, pulling your body off the stool and bracing you against his side. “c’mon, let me get you home.”

a million thoughts are swirling around inside your mind and you feel truly intoxicated. all you know is that this stranger, jake, is guiding you… and you’re letting him.

you make it to what you believe to be his car, and he helps you into the passenger seat, buckling you in. he walks around to the drivers side and gets in himself before asking you your address. you reluctantly share it with him, but to your surprise, he actually takes you to your place.

“let me help you inside.” he commands, and you nod at him. you give him your key so he can unlock the door, and he helps you through the frame before walking you towards the couch. you let your body slump into it, your vision hazy, and you see jake kneel before you. you look up at him, and you have the sudden urge to thread your fingers through his hair… so you do.

“jake. you’re so pretty. can i see your eyes, please?” you ask, your tone slightly whiny. you’re wondering why his sunglasses are still on. he stifles a laugh, but he figures he’s about to kill you anyway, so it doesn’t matter. he pulls his glasses off but keeps his eyes closed, and you suck in a breath when you notice he’s got smudged black eye makeup framing his eyes. you never knew something like that could get you going, but it did.

“open them… please?” you plead, and he does, very slowly. his irises are jet black, and you suck in a harsh breath. a slow, dark laugh begins to pour itself from his lips, and you’re more terrified of how turned on you are than anything else. “jake… i want to kiss you. can i kiss you?” you ask, and he stops laughing instantly, his glare turning cold.

in all his years, jake had never felt emotion like this. he’d never indulged in his prey, never let them kiss him, touch him… he always simply went for the kill. he hated humans… but with you it felt different. he blinked slowly before looking you up and down, and then he nodded. “yes. you can kiss me.”

the minute you connect your lips to his you feel electric shocks pulsate through your body. unbeknownst to you, jake feels the same. he stands from his position in front of you to lean over your body, and you use your grip in his hair to pull him down on top of you. his arms meet the couch on either side of your head and he crawls to hover over you, slipping a knee between your legs.

you slide your tongue past his lips, and you gasp when you feel that the inside of his mouth is cool, inviting you in like sweet mint. you lick across the roof of his mouth before sliding your tongue along the back of his teeth, and you gasp as your tongue meets the sharp edge of what you think is a fang. although it scares you, you’re so caught up in the euphoria of what you’re doing, you can’t bring yourself to actually care.

you remove your hands from his hair, raking your nails down his still clothed back. once your fingertips reach the hem of his shirt, you tug on it, signaling that you want it off. he obliges, reaching an arm behind his back and grabbing the neckline of the tee, pulling it off in one go. you admire his toned, tanned abdomen, skirting your fingers down his chest.

you look up and meet his gaze, watching as he smirks at you. you can tell he wants your shirt off too, so you pull it over your head, leaving your silky black bra exposed. he groans above you before sliding an arm up your back and tangling his fingers into your hair at the base of your neck. you gasp as he tugs lightly, and he suddenly flips you so that he’s sitting against the couch with you on top of him.

from the new position in his lap you could easily maneuver your arms around his neck, so you wrapped them around his throat. you brushed the hair off his shoulder and leaned in to press a kiss to his collarbone, eliciting a gasp from his lips. you watched his eyes screw shut in pleasure, and you licked a stripe up his neck. his skin tasted sweet, like warm butterscotch melting onto your tongue, and you peppered kisses along his jaw before meeting his lips again.

you felt his hands dance along your sides before reaching behind your back and unclasping your bra. you shrug it off and then you moan as you feel him thumb over your nipple. “fuck, jake…” you sigh, and you can feel him smile against your lips. he pushes you back slightly to break the kiss before leaning down to flick your nipple with his tongue. he keeps eye contact with you as he continues to swirl his tongue around it, using his pointer finger and thumb to squeeze the other one. you lean back, arching forward into him before you hear him command, “take them off.”

you know he wants you to fully undress, but you make sure he knows that he has to as well. you stand from your place atop him and unbutton your jeans, attempting to take them off sensually. he laughs at your before undoing the clasp of his belt and then unbuttoning his own jeans. he pulls them off, along with his underwear, and you watch as his cock springs up against his abdomen. you slide your panties down your legs next, and then you look at him with your head turned slightly, a silent plea to take him between your lips.

he doesn’t give you an explicit answer, so you drop to your knees before him, wrapping your hand slowly around the base. you bring your lips down to the tip, sticking your tongue out slowly to lick across the slit. you can see him tip his head back, a soft moan escaping him. you take the tip into your mouth slowly, teasing him. you learn quickly that his patience is thin, because he threads his fingers through your hair again and tugs you off of him. he holds your head steady and takes himself into his own hand, slapping his cock against your cheek. “we’re gonna do this at my pace, okay?” he breathes, and you nod your head the best you can.

you open your mouth for him again and he slides you down onto his length until it hits the back of your throat, and you gag. immediately he begins to fuck your face, and tears sting at the corner of your eyes. you try to keep your eyes open to look at him, but you falter every now and then. you’re caught up in the pleasure of it, hanging on to every broken sound and curse that leaves his lips. without warning he pulls you off completely, and you almost mourn the loss of contact. “please…” you hear him start, his voice distant, “i need to fuck you.”

you climb back into his lap and position yourself above him, grabbing the base of his cock and sliding it through your folds before sinking down onto him. you suck in a sharp breath at the feeling, digging crescent shapes into his shoulders with your nails. he barely gives you any time to adjust before grabbing you by your hips and slowly rocking you back and forth. he lifts you up slightly and slams you back down and you let out an audible scream.

once you regain the slightest bit of composure you use your grip on his shoulders as leverage and gyrate your hips around him slowly before you start to ride him. he holds you by your sides, his head tipped back and eyes screwed shut. you reach down a hand to rub circles onto your clit but before you can, he smacks your arm away and does it himself. strings of pleasure attach themselves to every nerve ending in your body as you work yourselves closer to the edge.

“jake, i-i’m… i’m gonna cum,” you manage to stutter out, pleasure overtaking your body. before you can, he reaches out and grasps your jaw, turning your head to expose your neck and making sure you can’t move. as he continues to fuck up into you, sending you over the edge with the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever experienced, he sinks his teeth into your neck. he holds your head steady as you writhe on top of him, a mixture of the overwhelming pain and pleasure. after a few moments he pulls away, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

your body slumps forward, blood streaming down your neck and into the valley of your breasts, dripping all over your body and his. you connect your lips to his, tasting your own blood in his mouth, and he lets out a soft moan before chuckling.

the lyrics from the song in the club come back to him, and he laughs at the irony of the words as the hot stream of blood running down your neck drips onto his body.

“hard candy dripping on me til’ my feet are wet.” replays in his head.

you begin to quickly lose conciousness, and he pulls of off of him before laying you on your side, your head lulling over. he’d refrained from draining your body— the atmosphere in the club had let him know his other half had been nearby.

he leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead before whispering, “my mate. i’ll be here when you wake up.”

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jordie-gvf · 1 year

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jake blurb #5

warnings : fluff, josh is a cockblock

word count : 371

it was no secret that you and jake both loved to bake. when you were in high school, you worked in a bakery, which ended up with you developing your own recipes and opening a bake shop.

on the weekends when you were closed, you and jake would bake cupcakes from scratch.

you made the batter and scooped them into the cupcake pans and let them bake.

once they were done and cooling, you started on the decadent buttercream frosting. you cleaned your stand mixer and added all the ingredients into the bowl. you taught jake to cream the butter first, then add in the powdered sugar, then the vanilla.

you grabbed the bowl from the stand mixer and tasted it, making sure it was up to standard. you stuck your finger in it again and stuck your finger out to jake, who then proceeded to get on his knees and lick the icing off your finger. “get the fuck up off the floor, jake.”

“yes ma’am”

the little fucker knew exactly how to get you riled up. “wait, cupcake. you’ve got some on your lips. let me clean that off for you.”

you went to grab a napkin but he turned your head towards his and smeared frosting all over your lips.

he moved his head to the side and licked the frosting off your lips. he pulled his head back from your lips and then went in for a kiss.

you immediately kissed him back and laced your fingers through his hair. he grabbed your waist and pushed you up against the fridge. he moved his lips down to your neck and lifted you in his arms. he turned and walked over to the counter and placed you down.

he reached behind you and untied your apron, pulling it over your head. he was just about to take your shirt off when you heard the doorbell ring.

“is that fucking josh? of course he’s on time today!” jake said and walked over to the front door.

he opened the front door and josh said, “figured i’d come by early, see if you needed any help.”

jake chuckled as his older brother walked in and mumbled, “certainly not from you.”

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sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine · 2 years

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Leave My Mark

{A miniscule Jake blurb}

As you and Jake made your way to the hotel after the show you noticed him smirking to himself. The bus with all the stuff was headed there too, but he opted to walk as a post-show cool down. "So... What's with that smirk?" You turned to face, walking backwards and jokingly arching an eyebrow at him. He chuckled "Someone asked me to sign a pack of cigarettes, when we were passing the crowd after the show... and it got me thinking..." he chuckled again. "Not the weirdest thing you've been asked to sign, I'm sure..." You laughed with him, watching the recollection on his face. "No, ...definitely not". You watched him expectantly as he chewed his lower lip, his smirk fully formed, eyes glittering playfully. "Ah..." You shook your head slightly, "did a fangirl ever ask you to sign her tits, mr. rockstar?". He scoffed, "Obviously... that's amuture." You rolled your eyes at his cockiness. You fell back in step beside him as you approached the hotel. "So... what's the weirdest?" "Hmm..." he seemed to think for a moment before sliding his hand into your back pocket, giving your ass a playful but pointed squeeze. You met his eyes, your eyebrows raising slightly in disbelief. "...You didn't..." he flashed you a toothy smile, clearly enjoying your reaction. "Don't be jealous..." he said teasingly, "it was early on, young dumb stuff...". After another beat he pulled you a bit closer, leaning in close to your ear "but I would do it, if you asked..." You scoffed in surprise, though it did warm your face a bit. Jake watched your expression change. "Oh... did you like that? Hmh... there's better ways to leave my mark, babe."

@star-boxer as promised 😘

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jake-kiszkas-smirk · 2 years

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I wanna see a head cannon of you calling them daddy for the first time 🤭

Ooh ok, I’m going to do all 4 for this one cause I think I can do it pretty short

18+ only, minor dni

Warning: daddy kink (obviously), penetrative sex, alcohol

Josh- The morning sun is giving josh an angelic glow as he’s hovering over you, nibbling at your neck and languidly fucking you slow and deep. He’s hitting that spot inside you that so quickly pulls you under “fuck daddy” you say, barely a whisper. You feel your cheeks burn as josh continues his movements but pulls away to look at you, his cheeks are just as red, he studies your face as though he’s trying to figure out if he just heard you correctly, you’re about to apologize when he lowers his head back to your ear nibbling at the lobe “yeah, you like that baby? You like when daddy fucks you nice and deep?”

Jake- you’re holding onto the headboard for dear life as Jake absolutely rails you, hips slamming into yours, one hand tangled in your hair and the other gripping your hip roughly, just how you like it, “You close kitten?” He rasps out, “Yes! Yes daddy!” Before you can even process the word you’d just used for the first time, hes yanking your hair, pulling your back flush against his chest and wrapping his hand around your neck, “Say it again,” he orders, fucking into you harder somehow, “Yes daddy I’m going to cum” you choke out, a low growl sounds next to your ear as you cum around him, him finishing soon after.

Danny- he was an angel, he had to be, it was the only explanation for how he made you feel with that talent tongue of his between your legs, but also he was pure evil when he edged you for hours like this. You tried your best to writhe beneath him, to chase his mouth with your hips, but he had them pinned down with his forearm now, holding you still as he brought you to the edge over and over again. In a last stitch effort to get him to let you cum you decided to try something new “please daddy, please let me cum” you begged. His movements stalled and his brows rose as he looked up to you. You felt your cheeks turn pink as he looked up at you, “did you just-“ he asked, “I’m sorry I-“ you started but he interrupted, “No, I liked it” he smirked up to you, “maybe if you beg daddy enough he’ll let you cum all messy and sweet on his face” with a wink he was back to working his mouth over your clit as you let out a frustrated groan.

Sammy- You both stumbled into your shared bedroom after a night out on the town, both very intoxicated and giggly. After half hazardly discarding your clothes you fall backwards onto the bed, watching Sam try to get his clothes off too. He finally rids himself of his clothes and he’s standing at the foot of the bed, stroking his cock as his eyes rake over you, “come on daddy, get over here and fuck me,” you say, trying your best to sound serious and sexy. Sam stops his movements and throws his head back laughing, you do the same. You didn’t feel the least embarrassed because you were sure he wouldn’t be into it, “you did NOT just call me that” he teases as he clumsily crawls over you, “you know I’m baby”, He says matter of factly, causing you to giggle. “More like pillow princess” you tease back as he kisses your cheeks. “Hey!” He says and lands a quick smack to your hip, both of you giggle at your silly little comments and have great drunk sex before falling asleep.

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mollysolo · 2 years

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New Haircut

Pairing: Josh Kiszka X gn!Reader

Summary: You comfort Josh before he goes on stage with his new haircut.

Warnings: Mentions of Josh feeling insecure and worrying about what other people might think of his new haircut

Please Note: Josh Kiszka is a real person that I have never met and the way I’ve written him should not be seen as anything but a work of fiction.

Word Count: 497

You quietly admired Josh from a far as he stood in front of the mirror in his dressing room, running his fingers through his hair and staring at the now shaved sides of his head.

You could tell by the look on his face that he was a bit nervous about going on stage tonight as his hair hasn’t looked like this in several years.

But from your point of view, this new haircut suited him incredibly well. More of his features that were previously hid by his hair were now on display, making him look more handsome. If that was even possible.

“(y/n)?“ Josh said in an attempt to get your attention, his eyebrows furrowed with worry.

At the sound of your name falling from his lips, you got up right away and quickly walked over to him. He took note of the concerned look on your face as you appeared behind him in the mirror.

“What’s up?” you replied as you gazed into his pretty eyes.

He took a deep breath then spoke again, “Do you think the fans will like my haircut?” he asked you.

You then softly placed your hands on his shoulders and spun him around so that he was facing you. And once he was facing you, you cupped his face in your hands and made sure that he was looking directly into your eyes.

You furrowed your eyebrows for a second, “Of course they will, my love. They will like anything you give them. Don’t worry, tonight will be perfect.” you assured him, a sincere look in your eyes as you ran your own fingers through his hair.

He looked down at his hands for a moment then back up at your eyes, “Thank you, mama. I’m glad that I have you in my life.” he told you as he took you into his arms for a hug, his sweet words causing you to tear up a little.

You always teared up when Josh reminded you of how much you meant to him.

“I’ll always be here for you, I promise.” you made known to him as you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, making him smile.

“And I’ll always be here for you.” he said as he pulled away from the hug, a bright smile still on his face.

You smiled back at him before pressing a kiss to his soft lips, a hopeful look appearing in your eyes as you pulled away.

The two of you would’ve stood there together, forever if you could. But moments later, Sam came in to the room to let Josh know that they have to start heading on stage now.

Josh looked back at you with a hopeful look in his own eyes, “I love you. Knock ‘em dead.” you told him as a smile rolled out across your lips.

“I love you more, sweet girl.” he quickly said with another kiss to your lips before he left his dressing room.

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sparrowofthedawnsworld · 4 months

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Soft Jake thoughts of the night 😭😭😭

“Whatcha reading, there. pretty?” Jake mumbles, practically throwing himself on top of you.

“Jake!” You laugh, dropping your book down next to your head. “Baby, what are you doing?”

“I wanna cuddle with my girl.” Jake looks up at you, cocking a single eyebrow at you with narrowed eyes. “That a problem?”

“Of course not,” you smile, wrapping your arms around his back.

“Good.” He mumbles, burying his face into your neck.

He goes straight for the spot just below your ear, his favorite spot for a multitude of reasons. Depending on how he chooses to tend to it, a variety of different reactions can be elicited. His favorite? Soft, barely there kisses to it, that draw out the softest giggles.

“Jake,” you squeak, trying to move away. “Jaaaake.” you repeat through more giggles. He pays you no mind at all.

“What?” He asks against your skin, nibbling gently at your earlobe before going back to the little sweet spot.

“It- that-“

“Awe, you’re so cute,” Jake cuts you off, blowing a gentle stream of air against your neck.

“You’re so evil,” you say through your soft, melodic giggles. “Quiiit, Jake!”

With a dramatic noise of shock, he pulls back and feigns an offended look. “Me?! Evil?” he scoffs. “I don’t even know what that word means.”

“Oh, do forgive me,” you start dramatically. “I seem to have forgotten you only know fancy words.”

“Hah hah, you’re such a little shit.” Jake laughs sarcastically, playfully rolling his eyes and digging one of his hands into your hip.

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builtbybrokenbells · 6 months

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#19 Danny 😍❤️🌧️

Person A joining person B in the rain.

Pairing: danny x reader

W/c: 1.5k

Warnings: fluff!

sorry i suck so bad at answering my asks 😭 i hope you enjoy lovely!! 🫶🏻 thank you for requesting

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“Do you hear that?” You hummed, a smile lingering on your lips as tiredness danced in your eyes. Limbs were tangled in the sheets to the point where you no longer knew which body part belonged to who. You peeked up at your boyfriend through heavy eyelids, stopping for a moment to admire the breathtaking beauty of his face. His eyes were closed, but you knew he wasn’t asleep; his fingers were still tracing light shapes on the bare skin of your thigh that was draped over him.

“Hear what?” He mumbled, so close to slumber yet unwilling to give in. He was enjoying the moment of intimacy far too much to part with it just yet.

“The rain.” You whispered, straining a little harder to hear the pitter-patter of the droplets against the roof.

“Huh,” he cracked one eyelid open, peering towards the window. “Didn’t even notice.” He knew you loved the rain and all that came along with it. The smell in the air, the haze of grey clouds in the sky, the fog that lingered near the ground. You were a fanatic for lazy days, and rain always ensured you could get away with them. There was still a bit of light in the sky, letting you know that the day was nearly over, but you still had time to enjoy it if you wanted.

The gloomy skies were present from the minute you woke, but only teased rain for the rest of the day. You had taken full advantage of the weather, lazing around in Danny’s t-shirt alone in the earliest hours. When noon rolled around, Danny found himself free for the rest of the day, surprising you with his company. He was quick to join you in the relaxation; it started in the living room, sharing kisses and taking turns laying on each other while you ignored the television in the background. Then, you moved on to dinner, cooking while still finding it impossible to keep your hands off of each other. Then, you retired to the bedroom, where you found yourselves in the comfort of your bed as you continued your laziness even further. You were practically atop of him, your leg and your arm strung carelessly across his body while he held you there, ensuring you wouldn’t move away.

You did find your day of rest catching up to you. A sudden restlessness had taken over you as your body begged you for some form of excitement. He could tell you were growing antsy; he knew you better than you knew yourself most days. The life came back to your voice, the lull of sleep no longer calling to you. As much as he would have liked to cater to the need, the energy hadn’t seem to catch up to him the same as it did for you. “Come on,” you said, making a move to get out of bed. His grip on you tightened, a groan of protest sounding from him.

“Where?” He complained, unwilling to let you leave, let alone follow you.

“Surprise.” You said, fighting his hold with a laugh rising in your throat. Both of his eyes were open now, but not fully caught up to speed. He couldn’t help but laugh too, amused by your frantic attempt to free yourself from his arms. He rolled over, pulling you back into him with ease, but not because he was protesting your actions. Now, he was only trying to annoy you. “Let go!” You giggled, face pressed into his chest as he muffled your plea for freedom.

“Not until you tell me where you’re going.”

“I told you, it’s a surprise!” You complained, trying to pry his arm off of you. After a moment, you freed yourself from his hold, but not because you had won the battle of strength. He gave in, knowing that you wouldn’t stop fighting even if your life depended on it. If there was one thing for certain about your relationship, it was that he loved to tease, and you loved to fight back. It was fun, never allowing for a boring moment, and it was incredibly endearing. You missed it terribly when he was gone on tour.

Before he could even think about grabbing you again, you rolled off the mattress and to your feet, a smile of triumph on your lips. He didn’t need to point out that he let you win, because you both already knew. Plus, your elation was too charming for him to diminish. He loved seeing you happy, even if it meant he had to pretend to take a loss. Within an instant, you darted towards the bedroom door, disappearing around the corner and into the hallway. You could hear his slow footsteps following you, nowhere near as enthusiastic about getting out of bed. By the time you were at the patio door in the kitchen, he was only halfway down the hallway. When he heard you slide open the door, he picked up his pace.

“What are you doing?” He laughed, catching up to you before you could make your big break.

“Going outside.” You replied, not bothering to look back at him before you stepped into the rain.

“Y/n, get back in here. You’re going to get sick.” He said, leaning against the open door. It was quite the sight to behold; he was staring at you shirtless in the doorway, and you were dancing around in the rain on your back porch in nothing but his shirt.

“Come out here with me.” You pleaded, holding a hand out to him.

“No!” He laughed, finding the idea ridiculous. “Come back in here with me.”

“Mmm, no.” You shook your head, looking up to the cloudy sky as raindrops trickled down your face. Your smile was blinding, and you were already soaked.

“I’m not letting you back in here like that.”

“Like what?” You asked as if you had no idea what was wrong.

“You’re all… soggy.” He said, trying to place the right word to the description. “Cold and wet… and cold. Did I mention that?” He listed.

“Come here.” You tried again. You were stuck in a standoff. He wasn’t willing to join you, and you weren’t willing to give up. After a few seconds of silence, he let out a sigh of defeat, stepping outside and into the unfavourable weather. You let out sound that radiated pure glee through the air, stepping towards him and wrapping your arms around him.

“You’re crazy.” He said, but his hands were already snaking around your waist and he was looking at you with nothing but love.

“And soggy, apparently.” You laughed, finding his description funny and fully knowing that he didn’t mean a word of what he said.

“Yeah, crazy and soggy.” He agreed.

“But you love it.”

“How could I not?” He muttered, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. The ran washed over you as the cool air enveloped you, but you were filled with nothing but warmth and light. No matter the weather, you knew he would always produce that feeling within you. He was a ray of sunshine, carrying the warmth with him wherever he went, and you were incredibly lucky to be able to experience it. “Is this good enough for you? Can we go inside now?” He asked, barely parting from you as he spoke.

“One more kiss.” You challenged, but the request was unimportant because he was already planning on doing it, anyway. You cupped his cheek in your hand as his lips landed on yours once again, savouring every bit of sweetness the moment had to offer.

“Okay, now get in the house.” He said, pulling away from you. “I don’t want you getting sick.” You gave a nod, accepting his demand as he gave you a light push towards the door. As you stepped away, his hand landed with a sharp slap on your ass, making you jump at the contact. You whipped your head around only to find him laughing at your reaction.

“I’ll lock you out here.” You threatened, stepping inside.

“You wouldn’t.” He brushed you off. He was right, and both of you knew it. You didn’t have the heart to be mean to him even for a second.

“Race you to the shower.” You said, ignoring his rebuttal and slipping your shirt over your head. You tossed it back in his direction as you moved towards the bathroom, not bothering to stop and wait for a reaction. He closed the door, listening to you giggle as you disappeared once again. With a smile on his lips, he chased after you, much happier with the dance in the rain knowing the reward that was now waiting for him. Then again, even if there was no promise of anything more than a kiss in the cold rain, he would still be more than happy to join you, because a moment with you was worth more than the world to him.

boyfriend Danny actually kills me. beating my head against a wall rn.

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jankandjonch · 1 year

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some soft josh, anyone?

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he wakes before you most mornings. he’s a big fan of naps, so he’ll force himself awake with the reliability that he can rest with you again later. he goes for runs often, never putting pressure on himself to go every day. he doesn’t ever want to take the fun out of it for himself.

he enjoys the quiet and the calm of the morning, not having to put on his big personality yet. he enjoys a warm cup of tea, digging into his novel - his current read is a book you’d recommended, a depiction of finding your destiny and fulfilling it. you’d called it “heartbreakingly insightful” and he couldn’t snag it from your bookshelf quick enough.

perhaps his favorite moment of all, is the moment those cold hands of yours wrap around his torso. slithering around his front as you crush yourself against his back, leaning into his warmth. he doesn’t say anything, and you don’t either. silence is full of love in this home. he pulls you down with him into the breakfast nook, resting against the window as the sun warms over both of you. he leans back into you, allowing you to hold him tightly. your roaming fingers do nothing but relax him, calm him, talk to his soul to let him know he is loved here.

it’s a silent tap on his hip that has him raise himself up out of your lap, allowing you to get up so you could start on breakfast. you put on a soft record, something to fill the air but nothing to distract him from his reading - it’s hozier, of course.

his mother told you something once that had shattered your heart, and filled you with pride all at once. “he’s so in love with the simplicity he has with you. he doesn’t have to try. he doesn’t have to be anyone else. he doesn’t have to entertain, or be on his toes. he’s comfortable in every sense of the word. he’s cried to me about you. never once in negativity, but in relief. disbelief. he truly can’t wrap his mind around the fact that you’re here with him. he counts his luckiest stars every night, thanks every god, greets every sunrise, knowing that he is the luckiest man alive because he has you. it made me sad for a while, you know, that he said his home was here now. it hurt that he didn’t find michigan home. but he didn’t mean tennessee, he meant you. and that? i’m okay with that.”

he is the definition of true love. he believes the same of you. you’re both right, because true love is letting your guard down. true love is breaking the character the rest of the world may know and being only you for only them.

#joshy #josh kiszka #gvf #greta van fleet #blurb #josh blurb #josh kiszka blurb #gvf blurb #greta van fleet blurb

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jrvanfleet · 1 year

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Holiday Habits - Greta Van Fleet

A/N: So here are some little imagines that I thought of the other night and they made me emotionalll. I love them all and as Josh once said, "We're Christmas people!"

JOSH:

Josh definitely decorates for Christmas but I feel like he goes all out with the decorations inside but not anything too flashy outside. He for sure has a color aesthetic with Christmas decorations. Something beige I think.

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JAKE:

Jake goes the whole nine yards with the lights on the outside of the house. Like ladder, nails, spending all afternoon on the roof, everything. He’s a big fan of the icicle lights that hang down on the side of the house. He also probably would have a real Christmas tree that you and he picked out and he really likes the way it makes the whole house smell fresh.

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SAM:

Sam decorates a bit inside with like throw pillows and blankets but as far as decorations outside... he just sticks some plastic or wooden decorations in the front yard and calls it a day. Minimal upkeep king. One thing he loves to do is make orange garlands in the oven and then string them along the inside windows and maybe around the tree too. He likes to keep it natural.

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DANNY:

Danny would go to Jake’s house first to help him put up lights and then go back to his house and put all the decorations on the outside of his house. Danny is DEFINITELY a mismatched Christmas tree decoration guy. Like he took some from home that he made in like 3rd grade and he has them on his tree. Little snowmen, santas, the ones with his little school picture as the face...

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kissthesun-gvf · 9 months

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Spoiled

Desc: This little blurb came to my mind after a certain drummer in a certain Tik Tok yesterday. Would highly recommend it as a daydream in the middle of a long shift ;)

The laughs and banter coming from the green room led you to your boyfriend and his chaotic counterparts.Opening the door, you catch Danny’s eyes looking up and down at the cute outfit you had picked out for the show.

You’re distracted, however, by Sam walking up behind you and wrapping you up in his arms. “There she is!” He laughs and playfully pushes you around as you grin at Danny. “Watch out, Daniel, looks like Sammy boy’s workin’ to steal your girl,” Josh laughs and sips at his mug of pre-show hot Toddy.

Danny raises his eyebrows at you as you grin and make your way across the room to greet him. Even in your heeled boots, he towers over you as you lean up to give him a kiss. “Is that so, Mama?” He speaks inches from your lips. “You gonna let Samuel steal you from me?” “Mm-mmm,” you shake your head and quickly kiss his cheek. “You know I’m all yours, drummer boy”

A knock at the door signals to the guys that tech is ready for them to sound check. You sigh slightly as Danny pulls your body to his for a hug. “Sorry, love, but I’ve gotta get to stage. You know the drill.”

You nod and let him collect his things, grabbing his phone and wrap for his hands. What you weren’t expecting was for him to reach into his wallet and hand you a wad of cash. “What’s this?” Your eyebrows raise inquisitively as you take it from him. “Well I can’t have my girl getting bored while we’re sound-checking, can I?” Danny kisses your forehead and moves across the room to follow his brothers across the arena.

“Baby, you don’t have to-” you try to put up a fight, but he cuts you off. “I know I don’t, but I want to. I know this stretch of tour is getting long, and there’s a lot of cities out there to explore, even if I can’t go out with you,” his face saddens for a moment.

You’ve had this discussion many times before, about whether it makes more sense for you to join them on the road or stay back in Nashville. But coming with for a few weeks at a time was the only way for you to see him more often, so you made it work. You nod understandingly and smile at him, grateful.

“Go treat yourself a little, baby, and we can spend some time together before the show, yeah?” He winks at you before letting the door close behind him.

#Danny wagner #Danny gvf #Danny Wagner blurb #greta van fleet #greta van fleet blurb #Danny greta van fleet

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