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apologies if u find this weird but it’s been on my mind for a while.. rotting my brain if u will.. jjk men being told by the others to keep it down while they AHEM fuck bc they could hear them😓
D★MN, KEEP IT DOWN !
featuring: fushiguro megumi. itadori yuuji. gojo satoru. geto suguru. (characters are all aged up)
NSFW MDNI. explicit themes under the cut!
n. nonnie sorry this took awhile. i rlly like your request but i was contemplating whether i should make it a full on filthy smut or not lmao (i chose the latter eventually). thanku for requesting thiis, was giggling the whole time and i do not find it weird at all bb, it’s quite funny actually XD
damn, keep it down will you?
you guys are too fucking loud!
ITADORI YUUJI
“was it really that loud?” in the hopes that someone outside the room might hear you, you shouted. “sorry about that! we were just really into it!” itadori added, a hint of playfulness in his tone.
your laughter bubbled up uncontrollably, blending with the lingering excitement in the air. "really babe? 'we were just really into it?'" you quoted him, unable to contain your amusement at his witty retort.
"we are, right?" itadori exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with passion as he continued to shove it slowly in your walls. “don’t say ya don’t enjoy when i make ya like this, baby.”
you nodded, unable to control your arousal as you let out faint whimpers. "ah, definitely, yuu.”
FUSHIGURO MEGUMI
your boyfriend's response was immediate, his tone tinged with irritation. "fuck off!" he retorted, frustration evident.
though you felt a twinge of embarrassment at getting caught, you couldn't help but laugh tensely at his boldness. "what?" he paused his pace and asked a question. you kept kissing him carelessly around his neck, saying, "no, don't stop," as he began to move slowly once again. "don’t be so mean, baby. focus on me."
his broad grin widened as he picked up the pace, having fun with those words. watching you act like a mess over him, megumi said, "mhmm, you don't need to say that."
"i'm totally focused on you."
GOJO SATORU
"guess we got carried away, darling,” gojo chuckled playfully. "seems like it," you agreed, feeling a rush of contentment wash over you. “i told you to keep it down, satoru.”
“hey, who’s the one moaning over my cock, baby?” he retorted, sometimes you felt like you wanted to slap that arrogant grin of his. “can’t put the blame on me like dat.”
“and who begged tremendously to let it in, huh?” you fire back a query, but he cuts you off as you feel it tearing your pussy even more deeply and forcefully.
you can't help but wail, "shit—ah, satoru," and feel his touch throughout your entire body, especially when he bit down the right spots. “keep it down? hell nah.”
“we’re just getting warmed up, darling.”
GETO SUGURU
"can't promise anything, but we'll try!" geto called back, a grin evident in his voice.
"will we though?" you inquired with a grin, as if it were impossible. geto returned your gaze, interlocking his hands once more as he bent down and kissed you on the lips. "that's why i said we can't promise anything, princess."
"but how else will the guys know we're having a good time?" he said, voice full of joyful mischief as he proceeded to work you through the sweet spot. dripping saliva as you sticked you tongue out and making a mess, unable to say anything since his cock has left your body speechless.
geto clearly understands your body, what it wants, and why it wants him.
"let me show ya how to make ya feel good, princess."
@uzurakis — rqs are open ^u^
#.writing#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen smut#megumi fushiguro x reader#fushiguro megumi x reader#fushiguro megumi#megumi x you#megumi smut#megumi fushiguro#itadori yuuji x reader#itadori yuuji#itadori smut#itadori x reader#yuuji x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo satoru smut#gojo smut#gojo satoru#geto suguru x reader#geto x reader#geto smut#geto suguru smut#geto x you#gojo fluff#megumi fluff#jujutsu kaisen fluff
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I was tired and cold when I got home so I took a 2h nap.
#meh okay i guess#diary#personal#made me feel less like dying.#mn. maybe i should just start sleeping when i get home. fuck all that other shit imma just sleep forever thanks#...im really tired. i just. dont wanna do anything anymore. it just sorta hurts. im tired.#idk. like im just super tired from work and shit and i just. barely get back to before having to go work#which like. isnt very condusive to me not feeling like shit. god i feel like shit im so tired.#haaaah. how the fuck am i getting home tomorrow. god the bus is like. an insta-KO for me. im not excited to take it.#at best i feel like crap. at best tomorrow ill feel like crap. its shit.#like. i have stuff i wanna do n crap. but im so fucking tired theres nothing left of me.#im so tired. it feels like im just. sorta watching everyone else though a big window or some shit. like. im an alien i keep fucking up.#like. i just make so many mistakes talking to ppl. and if im not doing that then i just. cant do what i want bc social rules#im tired. i like it so mucy better alone in my room. i think this is the only place ill ever feel okay. haha.#idk. im just rly tired of ppl. of everything i guess. im really tired.
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Shang Qinghua becomes the one person Binghe trusts with Shen Qingqiu when he has to be away from him because when asked (and he asks everyone) "what are your intentions with my Shizun" he caught Shang Qinghua sleep deprived and fed up and so he answered "Dunno. Probably to piss him off."
When asked the inevitable "are you in love with Shizun!" instead of the usual angry or hysterical denials that he never believes Shang Qinghua answered with a deadpan "ew. That's my bro. I'd rather vacation in the endless abyss."
And then Shang Qinghua wandered off muttering about how Mobei has much better tits anyway
He didn't bother to ask Mobei these questions because Mobei keeps making what he thinks are subtle digs about how HIS human is the superior one
Which would normally piss Binghe off for many reasons but it means that he knows for a fact his right hand man won't try to fuck his husband so he puts up with it
Sha Hualing he puts up with because he told her and Mobei about the other Luo Binghe and mentioned the harem they had this conversation:
Sha Hualing: If you're not gonna can I collect them?
Luo Binghe: you want a harem?
Sha Hualing: yeah but not that big. I only need like a hundred wives and husbands at most. Mostly I think it could be fun! Yingying and Yan-er tell me I need more girls who are friends and it sounds exciting!
Luo Binghe: as long as it doesn't distract you from your duties
Sha Hualing: *clapping her hands* Yay! I'm going to kidnap Yang Yixuan and tell him the good news! Oh! He can come with me! I'll take Yingying as well! She needs more practice fighting
Luo Binghe: how many people from Cang Qiong are you fucking?!
Sha Hualing: less than 20! But they all know and they all know my favourites! I made sure to cum-oo-n-e-cat after we sat through Peak Lord Mu's lesson on romancing humans
Mobei Jun: *who found that lesson both very helpful and very pointed* that's very conservative of you.
Sha Hualing: ikr? You and Junshang are rubbing off on me. Making me act all old fashioned and stuff though this human method of talking is really hard to get the hang of
Mobei Jun: mn. It is very necessary for their health but they also do not do the cum-oo-n-e-cat very well either. It's very strange.
Luo Binghe: it's communicate! And...I'm going to be with people who aren't you two for awhile
This got away from me
#svsss#luo binghe#shang qinghua#mobei jun#sha hualing#demon trio#not safe for esmes#mu qingfang after the dust settled and the ascension arc happened ask Luo Binghe to set up the lesson he gave on human relationships#he also gave the same lesson on human relationships to the peak lords#liu qingge says commuicate the same way the demons do
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Making Poe/Sigma ride a dildo PLS.
Also you're a great writer
Hey, thanks! Hope you like this one, too.
Also, I fucking love Sigma. I fucking love him. Him and Tanizaki are the two characters that I simp so hard for I would do anything to have them.
Contents: Making Sigma ride a dildo cuz you had a wet dream about it
Warnings: Smut, top male reader, masturbation, sex toys, nipple play.
It had been on your mind for a while now. More accurately, ever since you'd had that dream about Sigma riding a dildo like a bitch in heat, eyes glued to yours and hands bracing against the floor.
You wondered now, stepping into your shared room at the Sky Casino with a bag in your hand, if Sigma would agree to your little request.
You found him sitting at his desk the way you always did. Him, hunched over numerous sheets of paper spread out so he could see all of them at once. You walked over to him, wrapping an arm around Sigma's shoulder and placing a kiss on his temple.
He barely even looked up, murmuring a, "Welcome back," half-heartedly. You didn't mind, ruffling his hair gently and putting down the bag in your hands on the bedside table to go freshen up. When you emerged from the shower, hair dripping water onto the fabric of your T-shirt, neither Sigma nor the bag had moved. You plopped down on the bed, grabbing your phone to pass time.
"Say, baby," You said casually, and Sigma hummed to show that he was listening. "I went down today for an emergency supply run."
'Down' meant back to the surface of earth.
"Mm-hmm," Sigma's eyes were still glued to his paperwork. "See anything interesting?"
You couldn't help but smirk at his words. "Why, I did actually."
"Hmm," Was his only reply, attention stolen completely by his work.
You didn't mind; being in a relationship with someone with the personality of Sigma had that requirement of patience. His work could wrap him around him like deadly vines sometimes. Only when it started suffocating him could you step in, beating back its branches and freeing your boyfriend from them.
And Sigma himself had agreed to your suggestion that after 10 o'clock, he should forget work and just be your boyfriend. So you waited.
The very second the clock in your room struck ten, you threw your phone down and left the bed, going to stand over Sigma instead. You bent down, and picked Sigma up from his chair, making him yelp in surprise and latch onto your neck for balance.
"[Name], what-" He began, but you cut him off.
"It's ten," You jutted your head towards the clock.
Sigma glanced at it, sighed, and then wrapped his arms more firmly around your neck, his expression resigned. "Fine."
You grinned unapologetically, and carried him to the bed, setting him down on the soft mattress and laying down beside him on your side, an elbow propped up against the bed to support your head up with your hand.
"So," You said, looking down at Sigma with a mischievous combination of a smile and smirk plastered on your face. "Did you hear what I said earlier about going down for an emergency run?"
He racked his brains. "Oh, yeah, you said you saw something interesting. What was it?"
Your smile-smirk-combination turned into a full smirk, and you reached over to the bedside table to grab the bag you'd brought with you, depositing it on Sigma's chest carefully.
"Is it a present?" His face lit up, eyes shining as he scrambled to sit up to open the bag.
"Mn," You nodded, eyes glued to that expression of his. "Two, actually. One of them is for you, and the other one might be for me."
Sigma frowned. "But if you brought it for yourself then-"
"Just open it," You raised your head to kiss his lips gently. "Either way you're gonna use it."
He shrugged, "Okay," and reached into the bag. The first thing he pulled out was a small jewellery box made of oak wood, its surface shiny and well-polished. His face lit up again, throwing you an excited glance before opening it, making you smile at him fondly.
It was a silver bracelet, somehow sturdy and delicate at the same time, which was why it had reminded you of Sigma when you'd seen it in the glass case of a jewellery shop you'd been passing.
"It's beautiful," Sigma said, looking up at you with that ecstatic expression on his pretty face.
"You like it?" You asked, and he nodded earnestly. "That's good, then."
You sat up to place a soft kiss on his forehead, and he turned to hug you tightly.
"Thank you," He whispered against your chest as you stroked the back of his head. "I'll cherish it."
You smiled. It felt so good to be able to make him smile, it was surreal.
Sigma got up from the bed to carefully put the bracelet in a drawer, face all split from that wide smile on it. He returned for the second gift, the one you had deliberately placed lower in the bag so he would see it later.
Sitting down next to you again, he took up the bag and reached into it for a second time. When he pulled his hand out, sitting on his hand, all innocent looking and perfectly stationary, was a bright purple dildo.
His eyes widened, and a heavy blush rose up to his cheeks. He dropped it back into the bag, turning to you accusingly as his face burned with shame.
You met his gaze with a calm one of yours, smirking. "How d'you like it?"
Ten minutes later, you received the answer to your question.
You had somehow managed to convince a very flustered Sigma into cooperating with your plans. Now, he was on the floor next to you, hole tight and pathetic around the dildo that you'd stuck to the floor.
You sat close to him, letting him clutch your shirt in his hands as he huffed and panted, eyes wet and shoulders shaking.
"I think you're ready to move now, right, baby?" You asked, supporting most of his weight as he leaned against you.
Sigma nodded, and slowly began moving. He raised his hips till only the tip of the dildo was in him, before engulfing the entire thing again. His thighs shook, and moans spilled from his pretty mouth as he began riding it. You let him bury his head into your chest, knowing full well the shame that made him red now would be gone soon.
Sigma began gaining a rhythm slowly, his hips speeding up as your hand reached for your own waistband. Supporting him with one hand, you used the other to pull your cock free from its retraints. You began stroking just as Sigma's moans grew louder, each thrust of the dildo against his gummy walls making him more breathless than before.
"Look at me, baby," You said, hands fast on your cock.
He did, fingers of both his hands clenching you so tight you wondered if he'd be able to tear your skin through the shirt. His eyes were leaking tears down either side of his red face, and his sweat-soaked and messy hair was sticking to his forehead. His eyes were wide, pupils all blown out and blurred up. You leaned down and kissed him, swallowing each of his moans as he bounced on the dildo.
You continued jerking off to the sight of your boyfriend riding that dildo, knowing full well it could have been your cock if you'd asked for that instead.
"Move faster, baby," You told him, and with tears streaming down his face, he did as he was told.
As Sigma bounced wildly, your eyes glued themselves to the point where the dildo plunged in and out of his already swollen hole. He bit his lips, throwing his head back and letting you lower your head to bite at his pale flesh and kiss his nipples. His shame, as you had predicted, had already vaporized into thin air, and he made eye contact with you as he rode the dildo, mouth open and spilling lewd sounds. You licked and bit and kissed and teased to your heart's content as Sigma's body moved beneath your lips.
Soon, his moans turned into cries, and his movements grew sloppily and wilder, arms wrapping around your neck desperately and pulling you closer. Your hand sped up around your cock, knowing from his mannerisms that Sigma was close to his orgasm.
"Let's finish together, hmm?" You said, and Sigma nodded, leaning up to catch your lips in a kiss.
You reached over with your free hand to stroke his length, making him gasp and try to pull away, but you held on firm. You stroked both cocks in rhythm till he was crying, burying his face into your chest and just sobbing, his orgasm strong and unavoidable as it washed over him.
Ropes of cum shot out of your cock as Sigma collapsed onto you, breathless and tired. You reached forwards to pull him up and away from the dildo and onto you, wrapping both your arms around his shaking frame.
You let him calm down and come down from his high, stroking his back and pressing kisses into his temple. Soon, he pulled away to look at you, tears dried on his cheeks.
"Was that good?" He asked.
You nodded, smiling. "So good, baby. Now that you've had practice, d'you wanna try the real thing?"
Sigma's eyes widened, and he flushed impossibly darker.
#dom male reader#top male reader#dom reader#bungou stray dogs#sub bsd#sub bsd x you#bsd x you#sub bungou stray dog x you#sub bungou stray dogs#sub sigma#sub character#sub character x you#sub sigma x you
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Help a Jolly out
Hey y'all, it's been a long time since I asked for help, but I need it now. Recently, through the kindness and generosity of friends, I was able to escape Florida, and make it to Minneapolis. Which is big exciting. I even got a job! i start in a couple of weeks.
For context, I'm a queer trans woman, and Florida's BIG SCARY if you're that. I'm in MN, to figure out transitioning and the rest of Life.
But I've been doing Uber Eats in the meantime. and it's barely enough to live. And as of right now, it's not even that.
I'm 3,000 miles overdue for an oil change in the car that I use to make *all* my money. The thermostat needs to be replaced because it won't let the car generate heat for the cabin. I don't have warm gloves to wear while I drive. It's 20 degrees, and it's going to get colder, and driving is the *only* thing I can do to make money.
The air mattress I bought to tide me over until I could buy a real mattress is collapsing, and I don't have the money to replace it.
I just need some help to make it to the new year, and the stability of the regular paycheck that'll follow.
Anything helps. Thank you so much <3
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Could I get a scenario for egon spengler x reader: where the reader is a sketch artist (like an artist that works for the police and does sketches) but in this case it's for the ghostbusters, where they sketch the ghosts based off a witnesses description and document them in a ghost journal of their cases. After one of their cases, Egon wanted to make a note in the ghost journal but ends up finding a different notebook that are not ghost sketches, but sketches of the ghostbusters and most of the sketches are of him. Reader walks in to see Egon found their personal sketch book and freaks out and becomes a stuttering mess. They end up confessing to each other and please make it extra fluffy. Maybe throw in a kiss or two lol. Sorry if this is long, but I had some inspo and your work has been lovely 😊
Awww of course I can do this!
“Your arts amazing..”
Egon Spengler x reader
You sighed as you closed your personal sketch book. You were in need for some decent coffee and you knew who to bribe. You went to the garage where Ray was and poked his shoulder “wanna get coffee? I need the caffeine” Ray chuckled and put his hands on his hips “let me get cleaned up and we will take the Ecto 1”
You nodded and got into the Ecto 1 smiling “hey girl. You’re just going to a coffee shop today nothing exciting” you patted the seat and yawned, meanwhile Egon was looking for some photo evidence of the recent ghost they’d captured. When he opened the sketchbook it wasn’t Ghosts but him and his fellow ghostbusters..strange…as he flipped through more most of them were just of him.
He lost track of time looking at all your sketches so much so you and Ray had gotten back from the coffee shop and you were outside the lab. You froze as you saw him looking into your personal sketch book cheeks ablaze with heat “e…Egon uh…mn”
He looked up and kept his calm composure. He was flattered that you’d drawn him so many times “your arts amazing” your heart began beating faster and because of the coffee “oh uh…thank..thank you?” He put the book down and went over to you kissing your forehead “and I saw the confession I love you to” you whined and hid your face in his chest as it rumbled with laughter.
#ghostbusters peter venkman#ghostbusters x reader#ghostbusters ray stantz#ghostbusters two#ghostbusters ray#ghostbusters egon#egon spengler x reader#egon x reader#egon is a cutie
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Part thirty-four of Shizuroth, aka, the SOLDIER General's Self Saving Shizun.
Ao3 link.
Previous parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three
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Sephiroth feels a little better after an evening of meditation and a full night of sleep. Things look a little better in the light of day, and though the question of what the fuck he'd going to do about the war is still there, it has been put off. In favour of monster hunting!
"You seem… excited?" Angeal comments as they prepare to go.
He is! "Mn," Sephiroth answers, and carefully doesn't bounce with eagerness.
Even if the monsters of Final Fantasy can't hold a candle to the convoluted, messy and lazily put together nature of the monsters in PIDW, they're still interesting! Especially since he isn't sure what they actually are and how they work. Advent Children and Crisis Core really make it so unclear, because, like, everything turned into energy sparkles when it died? And he thinks in the movie one of the Sephiroth copies - weird to think about them now - summoned some monsters with magic? And then there was Zack in Crisis Core. Who turned into sparkles when he died!
Not everything can just disappear into energy, right, you need living things dying and rotting and composting to make up soil and stuff! If plants just disappear when they die, what do people eat, what were all these buildings made from? Plus he distinctly remembers coal being a thing in this setting, there was a whole town that got shafted because of it and everything, so fossil fuels exist, therefore stuff must leave behind physical remains! Except when it doesn't?
So! Is death like instant ascending here? Or like it descending, since all energy returns to the Planet? Sephiroth is pretty sure that Aerith left behind a body, and there were definitely corpses in the original game - but again, in the prequel it was really unclear. Enemies in combat disappeared, but cutscene death left a body. Except when it didn't!
Ah, the limitations of technology.
Still, he's interested in seeing how the creatures would look and feel and compare them to those he knows from PIDW. Final Fantasy VII had some really weird monsters, and he has a bet going with himself about how much they resemble awakened beasts or yaoguai.
Angeal looks at him and then smiles, hoisting the Buster Sword to his back. "Ready to go, then?"
"Ready," Sephiroth agrees.
"We're going to have to talk to the Colonel first, but don't worry - I'll handle the talking," Angeal says. "He's an… old-fashioned soldier."
Sephiroth arches a brow. It sounds like a warning. "Which means…?"
"He doesn't like SOLDIER, he thinks we're stuck up and get our abilities handed to us, we don't deserve our reputation, the usual stuff," Angeal shrugs. "Just ignore it and let me handle it."
"... If you say so."
They head outside together, and Sephiroth takes a moment to look around and try to be an objective observer. This place isn't really anything like the towns back home, in PIDW - the aesthetics are mixed, and though they're more like home than Midgar was, it's as if the place was squeezed through a funhouse mirror. It's just a little off.
And of course, there are no locals anywhere to be seen for a full comparison - just Shinra troops, infantry men and SOLDIERs. Who, the moment they notice him and Angeal, stop to stare and point and whisper.
Has the… incident in Midgar already spread this far, or is this really what it's like being Sephiroth all the time?
Depressing.
"Here," Angeal says and leads him to another house, apparently being used by the Colonel. "Remember, let me do the talking. You just stand there and look imposing, okay?"
Sephiroth snorts. "I think I can manage that."
The Colonel didn't look happy to see them, but then, he doesn't look like a man that's ever really happy. He sizes Sephiroth up and then scoffs. "It's about time. I don't know what kind of discipline you SOLDIER Firsts enjoy in Midgar, but this is a war front, sir, there are rules here."
Does that mean Sephiroth isn't a General then?
"Right, you're right, of course, sir," Angeal says placatingly. "Well, we're here now, and we already have missions lined up, so -"
The Colonel ignores him and comes around his desk and to Sephiroth's face. "You've been in and out of Wutai for most of this war, isn't that correct, SOLDIER?"
Sephiroth blinks at the man, slowly. "I suppose so." Behind the Colonel Angeal looks panicked.
"What was that?" The Colonel asks dangerously, narrowing his eyes. "You suppose so?"
Sephiroth narrows his eyes back.
The Colonel continues. "When talking to an officer of superior rank, you answer yes sir, or no sir. You do not suppose! Now, do you have experience in the war or not, SOLDIER?!"
Oh, someone is feeling very insecure in their boots, aren't they?
Now, Sephiroth could handle this with all the tact and delicacy of Shen Qingqiu… but even Shen Qingqiu wouldn't have swallowed that kind of spiel without biting. The original definitely wouldn't have! And Sephiroth is supposed to be a villain… well.
Sephiroth smiles - the Colonel recoils.
Last night he'd reread everything there was on his phone about Wutai, going through all his missions again, trying to get as much intelligence as he could. Funny, the things the tutorial left out.
"I'm sorry," Sephiroth says sweetly. "Who are you?"
The Colonel goes a little red. "Excuse me, SOLDIER?"
"You're barking at me as though at a private, expecting me to go yes sir and no sir," Sephiroth says mockingly. "And yet I have no clue as to who you even are."
Behind the Colonel Angeal gapes and then lifts a pleading look to the ceiling.
The Colonel sputters. "You, you - How dare -"
Ah, you gotta love zero IQ bullies.
"I was given a whole slew of missions and orders," Sephiroth says softly. "All are very vital and high priority. I'm to slay monsters that have killed your men, I'm to hunt down spies you've clearly failed to find, I'm to clear a guard station you haven't been able to get near, I'm to weaken a fortress you cannot even touch, and ten other things besides. All my mission files are very clear. And you know what they all have in common?"
He leans a little closer to the Colonel - right in his purple face. "Not a single one of them mentions you."
Then, before the Colonel can recover, Sephiroth turns on his heel with an imaginary mike drop and saunters out, feeling a whole lot better about everything. The sun is shining, the troopers are scattering at the mere sight of him, and the air is fresh and sweet with natural Qi.
Already this day is looking up.
Angeal, clearly deciding that evasion was the better part of valour, hurries after him. "We're going to pay for that later, you know," he says, sounding defeated.
Of that Sephiroth doesn't have any doubts. What good is a one-time bully? There'd either be a horrifying scene of comeuppance to bring home the realities of war, or a heartfelt discovery and understanding about how they're not so different after all, or whatever else.
"We'll burn that bridge when we get to it," Sephiroth says cheerfully. "Now. I was promised monsters."
Angeal sighs, glancing back at the house commandeered by the Colonel. "... I guess we better clear out anyway. Alright," he motions. "Right this way to the monsters."
Sephiroth grins at his bitchy tone, and together they head out.
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SY can have a petty bully scene, as a treat.
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Limelight | Jake Kiszka x Reader | Part 2.
Word Count: 20.3k
Chapter warnings: SMUT!! Dirty talk, unprotected p in v. Talks of poor mental health that could be triggering. Mentions of family issues and trauma in childhood linked to parents not being available for their children or discouraging them.
A/N: Hey everyone..I am so sorry this chapter took me so freaking long to write out for you. My mental health has taken a turn for the worst over the last couple of months and the burnout as a result has been unmanageable. This story means so much to me and I am so happy that I can finally share part 2 with you. This is lightly edited so my apologies. This chapter can be quite triggering so if I have missed anything, or if there is anything that personally is triggering to you as a reader that I did not heed in my warnings pleaseee send me a message so I can add it to my list.
Lastly, I have to give the biggest shout out to @joshym who has spent hours with me on FaceTime, been bombarded with texts and vm’s about ideas for this chapter and has encouraged me to continue writing even when I wanted to give up. This story wouldnt be where it was without her support. Alright Ill shut up now, enjoy…
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September 3rd.
STARCATCHER
St. Paul, MN.
Getting back into your routine after a short break was easier than you had originally anticipated. You had actually missed life on the bus to an extent. The chaos that seemed to surround the boys and a different venue or city every day held a sort of excitement you couldn’t seem to get in any other aspect of your life at the moment.
A true taste of the limelight, if you will.
“On the road again! I can't wait to get on the road again!” Josh's boisterous singing and snapping of fingers carried through the white labyrinth hallways of St. Paul's Xcel Energy Center as he sang into the mic for soundcheck.
The energy surrounding the boys and the team seemed to be back on top of the world after a much needed break. There was almost an electric energy surrounding the venue and it was infectious. You had spent the day running around the city with a few members of the team grabbing last minute snacks, lunches, dinners, and drinks. It had been a busy afternoon and you finally made it back to the venue in time to hear a little bit of the boys soundcheck.
Following the sound of Josh singing through the white halls you couldn't help but smile to yourself at how good he sounded, his voice carrying effortlessly. You finally paused at the main entrance from the hallway to the stage and stood against the wall, your smile grew. To be honest, you couldn't contain your smile when it came to Jake anymore. The thought of what happened a few weeks ago plaguing your mind. Whatever it was with him felt like the thrill of your life at the moment. You paused and watched his fingers move along the frets, watching closely as he tweaked this string and that, and signaling to his tech to adjust the volume of his guitar.
He looked even better than he had before the break. He had a refreshed look on his face. His energy seemed to be at an all time high as you watched him throw a guitar pick at Sam, narrowly missing his head while Josh continued to belt without sound from the instruments surrounding him. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you haven't seen Jake in person since that night at the impromptu office party and you two had your heated moment together. You could still feel the burning of his fingertips on your legs and you hated to admit it but you spent almost every night since then imagining what could have transpired if you hadn’t been interrupted.
You had wanted to reach out to him. You wanted to text him or call him to see how his break was going, see how he was doing but you never had the heart to pull the trigger. It felt wrong. You had to remind yourself that you worked for the man. You couldn't let one heated make out session with a hot guitarist uproot your entire career just because you felt like you were touch starved.
You laughed to yourself as you watched Sam throw a guitar pick back at Jake and began to giggle as Josh snapped his head in their direction, shooting his younger siblings a warning glare. You finally approached one of Jake's sound techs and stood beside him for a moment, crossing your arms out of habit to guard yourself when you felt out of place or even slightly anxious. “All good here?” You asked, watching as Jake sprinted across the stage and pretended to kick Sam.
The tech, who’s name you learned was Scott, looked at you and smiled, “Seems so. Just can't keep the guys focused enough to get everything done in a timely fashion.”
“I am not surprised.” You rolled your eyes and huffed a small laugh.
“Right!” Scott responded with a small laugh, hooking a string to one of Jake’s prized Gibsons.
You looked back towards the stage just in time to catch Jake looking at you with a mischievous smile, his sunglasses hiding the rest of his face. He waved at you softly to which you returned and the butterflies erupted in your stomach.
Fuck, focus Y/N.
You patted Scott’s shoulder, “Well if youre all good here, I'm going to go back and make sure everything is in working order. Holler on the radio if you need anything.” You said, gesturing to the black radio hooked on your waistband.
“Hey thanks Y/N. I appreciate it.”
“You are most welcome.”
Your head snapped back to the boys on stage as you heard the first couple notes ring out loudly from Jake's guitar. It seemed like at least Jake had finally found his motivation to focus. Thank goodness.
***
Just as quickly as the soundcheck started, it had finished. This is when the true chaos began. Everyone was running around backstage trying to not only wrangle the boys to make sure they were on time for the schedule but also get them ready simultaneously. You had been working diligently setting up snacks and drinks for the night as well as organizing not only the boys dinner, but the staff's dinner as well.
You were approaching show time quickly and you decided to drop off Jake’s dinner to him personally instead of setting it aside to be picked up when he pleased. Through the grapevine you had heard the first show back after break was the most nerve wracking for him and it was best to leave him alone. But you figured, as his new assistant, you would take the time to drop off his dinner personally and see if he needed any help. Walking into his greenroom, you found Jake hunched over polishing his black stage boots and humming along to a Black Keys song playing through a speaker you set up for him across the room. He looked up at you when he heard you enter the room and shot you a look that had you instantly weak in the knees, “Hey Clover.”
“Hello Jacob.” You set the box of food on a table nearby with its respective plastic fork and knife set. Super fancy things for the rockstars.
“Ooh, I’m Jacob now?” The smile widened on his face which you didn’t believe was possible. “Didn’t know we were on a government first given name basis.”
“Something like that.” You turned away from him, trying your best to hide the blush on your cheeks and a big smile.
“So,” Jake closed the tin on his black leather polish. “What have you been up to Y/N?”
“Ooh, first full government name now Jacob?” You taunted him as you set out a few towels to carry to the stage with you.
“Something like that.” He whispered. You jumped slightly as you realized he had quietly approached you from behind, fingertips grazing your lower back softly.
You pushed him away and rolled your eyes, still smiling and made a beeline for the case of water and wine bottles set aside in the corner of the room. “Oh shut up Jake.”
“Don’t be so rude Clover!” He placed a hand over his heart.
You carefully set a water bottle down on the table and turned to face him, a soft mocking glare in his direction. “You'll survive I think.”
“Don't be such a brat either!” His jaw dropped but there was a gleam in his eye. He missed this with you, the banter, the flirting, how you always had a non stop pink tint to your cheeks around him, it made the zipper on his pants feel extra constricting.
You had decided to ignore Jake’s flirtatious remarks in lue of the time. “Alright c'mon and eat, we need to get the ball rolling here.” You snapped your fingers and pointed to your non-existent watch on your wrist. “Times a tickin!”
Jake saluted you and gave you a soft smirk, grabbing the to go box and settling back onto the couch comfortably. He watched unabashedly as you exited the room in search of Rose for some odds and ends before the show started. He shamelessly pulled at the crotch of his pants a bit before getting comfortable enough to eat the wrap he had ordered.
***
Not but an hour later and after many silly runs back and forth between respective green rooms you heard the final call over the radios.
“Time to deliver the package to the stage.”
You stood outside of Jake’s green room leaning up against the white painted brick walls that resembled your old school hallways. You knocked three times on the closed door signaling it was time. Jake opened the door moments later, sharing a soft smile with you and a head nod as a signal to you now that he was ready to go. He was clad in a new black suit. A suit you weren’t aware was making a debut this evening. You had seen it before, tucked away on a hanger when you had been at the office mere weeks ago. But actually seeing it on Jake. Well, this was a different story.
The shoulders were covered in rhinestones and glass beads alike and fuck he looked good. Your eyes widened at the sight of his strong chest and his bare stomach displayed against the black satin. The matching black pants hugged him in all the right places as he walked by to meet up with his brothers. You were still perched up against the wall, mouth slightly agape as Rose approached you, “Ready?”
You were startled and quickly shook your head, “Absolutely!”
You watched as the boys began to walk ahead of you, pushing each other against walls and laughs filling the air. You knew by now that this was the last moment of fun before they dialed in for the night.
The chorus of classical music became louder as you approached the stage through the same hallway and gate as you did earlier. The boys’ usual pre show antics died down as well as any casual discussion amongst team members. Flashlights began to light the way as you approached the entrance to the stage in the dark and this is the moment you also dialed in on your heart racing in your chest. Even though you weren’t performing you held a sense of nerves for each of the men in front of you as they passed briefly, Josh getting his mic, Sam his bass, Jake his guitar strap and pick and Danny his first set of drumsticks for the evening.
You watched Jake as he adjusted a few dials on his Gibson, placing the guitar pick between his teeth as he followed his brothers up the stage steps. This is the moment the adrenaline hits.
Jake turned his head towards you for a brief moment as he made it to the top of the platform standing next to his brothers. He gave you a curt nod and a smile and you returned it with a thumbs up before he turned his head forward, facing the back of the curtain.
Showtime.
The screams became louder as you watched the lights dance across the curtain in front of you, the sound of the orchestra picking up. You looked over at Rose and smiled as she patted Josh on the back and sent him away. A few moments later, the curtain fell and the screams from the fans were the only thing you focused on. You couldn’t help the smile that broke across your face as you watched the boys pose and prepare for a night of revelry.
***
The first show back has been going smoothly. You still held a certain anxiety that you wouldn’t be prepared for Jake but you seemed to have found a dynamic with him pretty quickly throughout the first half of the show. Thankfully it seemed like his ques for more wine or a towel or even a new guitar pick had been more apparent than what you had originally dealt with.
Okay here's your cue, here they come.
You thought to yourself as the first half of the show came to a close.
Josh stepped off the stage and made a bee line for Rose. Sam ran shortly after him and had already exited into the hallway to head to B stage before Jake even stepped foot off of the stairs. It wasn't until you two were hidden away from the prying eyes of the crowd that he allowed himself to touch you.
“Hey Clover,” He bumped his shoulder against yours, the sharpness of the beads on his shoulders scratching at your skin briefly. “How are you enjoying the show?”
Your mind was running a million miles an hour, too focused on getting Jake situated for his B stage appearance to even give yourself time to acknowledge the fact that his knuckles were currently grazing your bare thigh underneath the bottom seam of your shorts as his arm swayed back and forth. You glanced sideways at his face finally and watched as he brushed his other hand through his hair, the sweat pooling on his hairline and a few strands of his hair sticking to the side of his face. You handed him a towel and watched shamelessly from the corner of your eye as he wiped away that sweat.
“I always enjoy the show!” You pulled the ice cold water bottle dripping with condensation from the little bag you were carrying and cracked it, handing it off to him.
You heard him hum as he took a long swig from the bottle, “I know, you can’t seem to take your eyes off of me.”
Fuck.
You both slowed your walk a little bit through the hallway as you both realized you were approaching the gate to exit to B Stage. You finally looked at him now that you had slowed your pace together and realized how much he had actually been sweating.
“Come here.” You turned your body towards him.
“What? What's wrong?”
“Look up for me.” You dug through the little bag and pulled out a cotton ball and a mini bottle of micellar water. You reached out and began cleaning up some of the dripping eyeliner that started to run from his sweat.
He flinched slightly and began to swat your hand away. “Woah! Why are you doing that?”
“Relax, your eyeliner is running.”
“Don't we want the eyeliner to run? Makes me look more rugged and more like a pirate, no?” He couldn’t contain the smile that was breaking across his face, as much as he was trying.
You rolled your eyes, “You’re borderline pirate and looking like you just went through a messy break up. Just let me fix this spot.”
“Whatever Clover.” He rolled his eyes and continued to cooperate with your request.
“Alright, that should do it, here.” you held out a second fresh towel to dab away any sweat that had been collecting on his neck that he had missed while you had begun to tuck your supplies away in your book bag.
“Hey Clove? Can you hold this for me?” He asked out of nowhere. There was a glimmer in his eye as you realized he was holding a white rose. Wherever he had that tucked away, he had hidden it pretty well.
“What's this?” You blushed.
You watched as Jake wiped his forehead and neck with a fresh towel you had just handed him in exchange for the white flower. “It’s a rose?”
You rolled your eyes. “Thanks captain obvious, I mean why do you have it?”
“It’s for you little Clover. A token of my appreciation for all that you do for me s’all.”
You blushed furiously at the nickname and the sweet gesture he bestowed upon you. “Where the hell did you even hide that anyways?”
“Dont worry about it.”
Damn that cocky smirk of his.
As the drums faded away in the background and the screams of appreciation from the crowd died down on the other side of the wall, you could hear the beginning notes of Unchained Melody carry through the venue. Jake stepped a little bit closer to you as he began to walk by, his fingertips trailing across your back as he leaned down and kissed your cheek softly, “Missed you Y/N.”
Your heart pounded in your chest and your jaw dropped as you watched him walk away and take place next to security at the foot of the stairs to B-stage. You were in trouble.
***
You figured after a successful, jam packed busy day you would have no problem on your first night back sleeping on the bus. Yet here you were, tossing and turning without any luck. You just couldn't sleep. The constant rocking of the bus, the motion from the hard pavement below underneath the tires, the snores sounding from around you, all of it. You rubbed your eyes and grabbed your phone from the side pocket of the bunk where it was safely tucked away, the screen blinding you momentarily as you unlocked your phone.
3:15 AM.
You figured you would just give up on sleep at this point. You only had about a 5 hour drive until you arrived at your hotel in Chicago and just figured you could just rest on this day off. Jake would understand and you were certain he wouldn't mind leaving you alone to catch up on some rest if needed.
You sighed softly as you grabbed your headphones, the current book you were reading and slowly and as quietly as you could you crawled out of the top bunk, your big toe painfully balancing on a bunk below you as you stepped down. You were grateful for the blue lights that illuminated the walkways in the bus and the fact that this bus had a second story lounge. How in the hell that even fit up there, you hadn’t a clue but you were about to argue with anyone about it. This allowed sleeping quarters and recreation quarters, which was perfect for moments like this. Maybe you'd even be able to watch the sunrise this morning from the front of the bus.
You padded quietly through the hall and made your way to the very small staircase and began your descent, the only sound around you was the wind whipping by and the soft snores coming from a few of the bunks. You sighed softly and smiled to yourself as you found the empty booth with the big window at the front of the bus on the upper level. You settled into your spot and opened your book, instantly regretting not bringing your blanket and pillow with you for comfort yet refusing to go back down in case you might disturb anyone.
Some time had passed and you had been a few chapters into your book at this point when the sound of someone clearing their throat across the room made you jump out of your skin.
“Well, what are you doing up Clover?” Jake smiled at you softly. He grabbed a small water bottle from the mini fridge a few feet away from you and took a few sips. He was so casual as he leaned against the counter.
You gasped and removed the hand that had jumped to your chest, “Jesus Jake! You scared the shit out of me!”
“My apologies Clover.” He slid into the booth across from you. “What are you reading?”
Your face flushed hot and your eyes grew wide . “Oh..nothing, uhm..it's just some fantasy story.” You hadn't the heart to tell him about the raunchy words that you had just been reading. The book had quite the plethora of smut tucked away in many pages. A guilty pleasure of yours that you hated to admit.
“Just some fantasy huh?” His eyebrows raised and you watched as his tongue peek out and meet the lip of the water bottle before his lips closed around the opening. Stop staring like a weirdo Y/N. “I like fantasies. Could I read it after you? I need something new.”
Your throat went dry, “I don't think..I don't think this is your cup of tea really Jake.”
“Why's that?” He reached over to the book and lifted the cover to peek at the artwork.
“I just-..”
“Spit it out little Clover, cmon.” He smirked as he withdrew his hand.
“There's a lot of uhm,” You averted your gaze to anything but his face and your voice lowered to a whisper. “There's a lot of…sex.”
“What was that?” Dammit Jake…
You cleared your throat softly.“There's a lot of sex.”
His head turned sideways, almost inquisitive. “And who said I didn't like sex?”
Your mouth opened and closed a few times but words seemed to fail you. Being in Jake's presence, even thinking about sex in his presence, it felt dirty. It made you feel hot in all the wrong places for your own boss.
“Just let me know when you're finished with it, I think I will enjoy it.” He tipped his head back and finished the water bottle. You watched his hands as he crushed it effortlessly between them, twisting the cap back on the top after it was flattened. “Why are you awake?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” You removed the book from the table in front of you, away from prying eyes.
“I asked you first.” He leaned back and smirked, toying with the empty ball of plastic in front of him.
You rolled your eyes slightly. “I'm still getting used to the whole ‘sleeping on a tour bus’ I guess. The bunks are uncomfortable, I feel like I'm sleeping in a coffin and the motion sickness doesn't help. Even with the Dramamine I've been living off of.”
“You will have that with this lifestyle sometimes,” He gave you a sympathetic look. “I'm sorry Y/N. You really should try and at least get some rest though, it’s only day one.”
You nodded, “Unfortunately I do not think that is in the cards for me this evening.”
Jake hummed.
“You never answered my question.” You said.
“Ah,” He fiddled with the empty water bottle again. “I too cannot sleep this evening. I guess I'm a little wired after tonight's show.”
“The crowd was electric tonight.” You confirmed.
“They were indeed.”
A tense silence fell between you two, like you were testing each other to see who would speak first. Naturally, it was Jake who broke the silence and you took note of how he nervously brushed his fingers through his hair for a moment.
“Hey, wanna watch some tv with me? I used to watch cooking shows when I was younger and had trouble sleeping…but if that's not your forte, we can watch a movie or something.” He gestured down towards the back of the bus where a few couches spread out along the length of the bus and a nice sized plasma tv hung off the wall. His rambling was cute.
“I love cooking shows.”
***
Thankfully, Jake knew where some extra blankets had already been stored by the couches to bundle up on the bus since it usually ran cold for the best nighttime sleeping. He had turned on the Food Network and you two were settled on opposite sides of the little loveseat watching Chopped.
“Do you really think they don't know what is in a basket before they open it?” You asked, popping a piece of popcorn into your mouth.
Jake's brows furrowed as he chewed, “They have to have some kind of idea because there's no way they can make these gourmet meals in 20 minutes out of random ingredients.”
“Right! I mean, power to them if they truly don’t know. I don't think I could come up with a meal like that out of the blue and make it fancy.”
You two fell back in a comfortable silence as you watched the cooks move across the screen. You hated to admit it but your body ached for Jake to be close to you, as much as you tried to deny it. His cologne was once again invading every one of your senses and it was intoxicating. With the way you were angled you were able to make small glances at his side profile discreetly. Or so you thought until his eyes met yours and he broke out into a smile and shook his head. Your heart dropped into your stomach.
“Got a staring problem Clover?” He grabbed another handful of popcorn from the bowl placed perfectly inbetween you. Cocky bastard.
Your eyes widened, “Huh?”
“Don't play dumb with me. I could feel your eyes burning a hole in the side of my face.” His voice dropped a whole delicious octave as he smirked and tipped his head in your direction.
“I don't know what youre talking about Jakey.” You tried to hide the smile that broke across your face as you looked back at the tv screen.
“Oh I'm Jakey now huh?”
You rolled your eyes, “I guess it's rubbing off on me from the others.”
“Hmm.” He smirked again and you felt him shift from his spot on the couch next to you slightly .
“C’mere Clover.” He cleared his throat and whispered, your head snapped in his direction. He had positioned himself so his left arm was hanging on the back of the couch facing you a bit more and he had opened the blanket that was placed on his lap prior, offering a clear space for you to snuggle up.
“Huh?”
He rolled his eyes and smirked, “I know you're not deaf either.” He began moving towards you and your breath caught in your throat as you felt his hands find their way under both of your thighs and another around your torso gripping tightly. “I said. Come. Here.”
Your heart was racing wildly in your chest as he settled back down on his side of the couch with you now tucked into his side. He threw the blanket over both of your laps now and one of his hands rested across your thigh. You still had a perfect view of the TV from your position but now being unable to see Jake, you felt uneasy.
“Much better,” He whispered against your ear. “I was getting a bit cold and you looked uncomfortable over there.” He paused to tuck your hair behind the same ear he had just been speaking into.
Your face went hot and you sat rigid in your position against Jake. This felt way too intimate. You two hadn't had the chance to talk about or acknowledge the heated kiss you had shared a few weeks ago in the darkroom. This was toeing the line of downright inappropriate for a situation with your boss. But it felt way too good in the moment that you couldn't help yourself, you had been craving his touch for weeks now. Spending many lonely nights in your apartment back in Nashville wishing that he was there next to you, just like this.
“Relax Clover,” Jake's fingertips brushed along your thigh, inching closer to the inside. “‘S just me. No need to be so tense.”
That's the thing, you thought. It's you Jake..
You focused on the cooks on the screen, scrambling about to finish their tasks in time. You were hyper aware of every movement Jake was making, down to each one of his breaths filling his lungs with oxygen. Oxygen that you felt you needed so desperately. Your head was still swimming and you were slightly uncomfortable in your position but your skin felt alive so you didn't dare to move an inch. You counted as the minutes ticked along before you felt him take a deep breath behind you, “Clover.”
You turned your head ever so slightly and felt as his lips made contact with your cheek, the softest touch of them dragging across your cheekbone. Goosebumps spread across your arms and legs. You closed your eyes and sighed softly as you tilted your head in his direction. You wanted him at this moment. You wanted all of him, no you needed him. You didn't care anymore that he was your boss. You didn't care about the possible repercussions the two of you faced every time you found each other alone in a secluded area. Your back arched closer to him as his fingertips brushed the apex of your inner thigh. Fuck all inhibitions, he was downright addicting.
You became suddenly aware of the fast movements his hands were making towards your core as his fingertips traced light circles against your inner thigh. He was getting dangerously close, so close to where you needed him most. You took a chance to look back in his direction to find his eyes half lidded watching you closely. From your angle it would be so easy to continue tipping your head to the side and kiss him. The feeling of his breath against your lips as he struggled to keep his own composure. The throbbing became more intense as his fingertips brushed along the band of your underwear hidden away underneath your sleep shorts. Your skin felt like it was on fire.
You couldn’t help but mimic his actions and turned your body to face him better, your fingers immediately finding the edge of the waistband of his shorts. The feeling of his soft tummy underneath your finger trips with a little trail of coarse hair made your legs clench together at the thought of what he even looked like without clothes on. His breath began to stutter and his fingertip finally dipped underneath the hem of your panties, grazing the soft mound of skin.
Your confidence grew as you felt how hard he was, straining against his own pants. All for you. You had accidentally grazed him, to which he jumped slightly in reply and a soft groan escaped his throat. You clenched around nothing at the low growl that vibrated against your ear. Before he could move any further you fully grabbed into the head of his throbbing cock in his pants, the girth alone making your core clench.
He let out a longer groan this time, his head tipping back for a moment before his half-lidded eyes met yours again. “Wrong move sweetheart.”
His hand that was dangerously close to toying with you snaps up to your neck and grips you roughly. You gasp as his lips make contact with your cheek again and move quickly over to your ear biting it with enough pressure to elicit a gasping moan from your throat.
More, more, please dear god more…yes…fuck.
Someone cleared their throat.
You lept out of Jake’s arms just as quickly as he had already been pushing you away towards the other end of the couch again. Your heart hammering in your chest.
Both you and Jake made eye contact with Danny who was smirking wildly, eating a pack of gummies.
“What do we have here?”
Fuck. Fuck no, no.
Your eyes snapped to Jake whose face was giving away the fact that he probably had the same thoughts before you both looked back at Danny. You felt like a puppy with its tail tucked between its legs.
This could cost you your job.
Not just with Greta Van Fleet but at your firm as well. You felt sick.
“Danny, listen man..” Jake was rigid.
He held a hand up after he popped another gummy bear into his mouth. “Look, honestly I could give a shit less, let's be real. Just, be fucking careful for goodness sake.” He leaned down to grab a water bottle from the fridge. “You’re lucky it’s me who’s up right now and not anyone else.”
You took a chance to look towards Jake again, his eyebrows furrowing and his mouth now in a tight line. You made note of his knee bouncing with anxiety. You still felt like a deer in headlights yourself.
“Just promise me you won’t do this on the bus again. At least try and hide it between you two.” Danny pleaded as he crushed the plastic water bottle in his hands.
Jake rubbed his nose and stole a glance in your direction, “You have our word.”
September 6th.
STARCATCHER
Chicago, IL.
The speakers boomed wildly in the arena. The screams from fans either shouting their graces or singing their favorite lyrics at the top of their lungs filled the air around you. You closed your eyes for a brief moment on the side of the stage and took a deep breath. You began humming along to one of your favorite songs that was booming through the arena speakers that you learned quite well since you started working with Greta Van Fleet. You focused on the notes from Jake's guitar more than anything if you were being honest. Opening your eyes you couldn't help but immediately follow his figure on stage. Watching him live out his dream he had told you started in his parents garage many years ago that took off, what felt like, overnight.
This right here. This is why you did what you did.
Music was your true passion, but being able to watch the friends that you made along the way live out their dreams, to see people live up to their true potential and become recognized for it? It made your chest ache with pride. You couldn't be more proud of the four men on that stage in front of you. You couldn't be more proud of Jake.
You hadn't talked to Jake about that night on the bus. You had a moment of tension after Danny retreated back to his bunk after his late night snack escapade, but Jake quickly broke it by sending you a soft smile and suggesting to follow what Danny had mentioned and that going to bed would be a good idea. He had been acting bashful, like a child who was just caught stealing the candy out of the candy drawer, but he acted no different towards you. In fact, he had kissed your cheek briefly and cracked a joke about being more cautious. He had a knack for easing your anxiety, assuring you that Danny wouldn't tell their tour manager but to probably keep things at a minimum between the two of you for now.
You had officially given up on trying to deny your feelings towards him. The way he carried himself on and off stage was something you weren't even aware that you were looking for in a romantic partner. He was kind, funny, confident yet shy in an endearing way, and god dammit was he good looking. You knew it was so wrong to feel this way but you were almost sure that he felt the same way too.
He had been stealing glances your way tonight on stage and where you were looking for his signals for more wine or another towel, you found none. Instead you found smiles, soft eyes, and the occasional wink sent in your direction. There was no denying it. You weren't in a rush to ask him what was going on between the two of you, both out of your own fear of abandonment and not wanting to label or ruin what you had going for you. It was light and fun and fuckin hot. The random moments like the one you shared on the bus a few days ago, you loved the insatiable feeling that was building in your chest. You smiled briefly and bit your lip remembering the feeling of Jake's fingers so close to where you needed him and looked down at your shoes, hiding the emotions written all over your face. It was clear as day you were a million miles away and with Rose standing so close you feared she would turn and catch you blushing wildly.
You looked down at your watch and noticed the time, matching up with the music you knew the boys would be off stage soon and post-show chaos would reign once again. Usually, for reasons you still couldn't understand, the boys would have what you liked to call “post-concert zoomies”. How the hell they had so much energy after working their asses off, you had no clue, but usually one or two or all of them would end up in some sort of mischievous activity to finish out the night. You tapped lightly on Rose's shoulder to get her attention. “Hey, Im going to sneak back now and tidy up a bit so we can get the fuck out of here tonight at a decent time. Is that okay with you?”
“Absolutely of course it is, I'll keep an eye on Jake for you.”
“Thanks.” You patted her shoulder and made a beeline for Jake's dressing room. Trying to help Rose wrangle these men as well as try and clean up and avoid distractions from Jake after a show had proven to be quite difficult since the break. It seems all the energy they restored was now tenfold and making you and Rose stress more than usual to stay on time with bus calls at the end of the day.
You opened the door to Jake's dressing room and started tidying up by folding random clothes and sorting them into piles, cleaning up the makeup station and throwing away the random food boxes from dinner. The roars of the crowd became louder and then ceased after a moment or two, signaling the end of the show for the evening. By the time you heard the boys coming through the halls, Josh talking at a higher volume than the rest, you had just set a towel aside with Jake's shower items for him on a blank counter.
“I'll catch you guys in a bit.” Jakes tilted his chin up to his brothers before locking eyes with you in the room.
“Hey Clover,” His smile bright and his eyes gleaming with the overhead lights, you took notice of the long stem white rose he was twirling between his thumb and first two fingers. “Forgot to grab this for you earlier.” He walked towards you slowly and presented you with yet another white rose.
Your cheeks go aflame and you cannot contain your smile. “That's three roses now, I'm losing places to save them Jake.” You bring the flower up to your nose and inhale its scent as Jake pulls off the black jacket and lays it on the couch.
“Where have you been hiding them anyways?” He shoots you a questioning look.
“I have my places, away from the prying eyes of anyone else.”
“Ahh, I see.” Jake flitted around the room effortlessly, gathering up little personal items and then grabbing his items to go shower. That weird moment of tension settling through the air again. You wanted to ask Jake about the kiss, the bus, his actions towards you. All of it. Your head began to swim at the thought of his possible responses or reactions.
He had been so flirty with you still but did he mean anything by it? He hasn't brought up what happened between either of you as well. Did that mean he regretted it?
“Y/N!” Danny's voice rang through the doorway. Your saving grace you suppose. “Do you have any makeup remover? Rose is low I guess and she said she has to save it for the diva.”
You giggle and glance over to the otherside of the room to see that Jake had already retreated to the shower. “Uhhh, yeah, yes I think I do Danny.”
You stood from your spot on the couch and made your way to your bag digging out the extra bottle of micellar water and a pack of cotton balls and you handed them back to Danny across the room.
“Thanks Y/N.” He nodded at you. “Hey by the way, I think we are all meeting in Josh's dressing room in a little bit for a few drinks as a celebration. You should join us!”
You smiled at him and crossed your arms, “Sure, I just have a few things to finish up here first with Jake and I'll be there. What are we celebrating?”
“Jake is starting another band with a few of our close friends and things are falling into place. I think they will actually be opening for us for a few shows looking into next year. He hasn't told you about it?” Danny's brows furrowed.
“Wait really? No, no he hasn't.”
“Ask him about it if you dare, he's super excited.” Danny winked and closed the door as he turned to make his exit.
A new band huh..
You smiled to yourself softly at the thought of Jake's love for music and his dedication. You don't think you have met someone so passionate about their craft yet and it excited the butterflies in your stomach. You settled onto the cool leather couch in the green room and opened your laptop, you had a few invoices to log for Rose for the day that thankfully would not take too long. The sound of packing up outside the doors, keys jingling, people yelling commands at one another all quickly became background noise to you as you typed away in the excel sheet designated for you and Rose. You had been so focused on your computer screen you had not heard the creak of the bathroom door as Jake made his exit from his shower.
Your only cue was seeing nothing but wet skin and a crisp white towel in your peripheral. Your heart caught in your throat and you sucked in a sharp gasp, hoping that it wasn't loud enough for Jake to catch it. You felt like a deer in headlights, his towel left little to the imagination. You slowly studied his chest down to the little patch of previously shaved hair on his pubic bone, his hair dropping and the water rolling down his skin.
Your eyes darted to his face last and while he hadn't been looking at you, you could see the smirk he was once again trying so hard to cover. “See something you like, Y/N?” He placed his jeans and belt down on the counter across from you.
Your mouth was agape without realizing it, “I…uh-…oh holy fuck…I’m so, so sorry Jake.” You quickly shut your laptop and stood to make your way out the door.
He cleared his throat and you watched the skin across his knuckles tighten shamelessly as he gripped the towel tighter. You could ever so clearly make out the shape of him hidden away behind the cotton towel. The thought that it shouldn’t be that easy to see such a thing made your mouth run dry and your core begin to pound. You stood quickly, making haste to the closed door.
“No, wait.” he said breathlessly.
“Y/N,” Jake took a step towards you and you both froze again. “Clover..” his opposite hand holding the towel raised slightly like he was trying to calm a wild animal that had approached closer than anticipated.
“Dont.”
Your hand paused on the door handle of the green room, unsure why you listened but every cell in your body felt like you would comply with any word that passed those soft lips.
You turned back around and faced Jake slowly only to find he was now closer than before. You could smell his old spice shampoo and body wash surrounding you. You watched as a droplet of water ran down the side of his forehead, down his cheek and finally dropped off the bottom of his chin. He looked sinful all wet like this. His hair was slightly slicked back with a few pieces still sticking to his face. As he took a few more steps towards you, you could feel the heat from the hot shower radiating off of his skin.
“Clover.” He repeated, more softly than before.
Your eyes unintentionally dropped to his lips then quickly snapping back up to his eyes. You watched as he lifted his hand and felt the brush of his finger on your cheek, wiping away what you assumed was a bit of your mascara that might’ve flaked off during the day.
His eyebrows furrowed and you took a moment to admire the soft pout of his bottom lip as he flicked away the little black speck. Goodness, you wanted to feel his mouth against yours again.
His eyes lifted back to yours and he walked towards you and pushed you back against the door with a soft thud. Your breath ceased to exist for a moment. You watched intently as Jake’s eyes flickered down toward your lips. He was moving closer to you, intent on kissing you which was apparent by the way he licked his lips.
A pounding at the door made the back of your head jump slightly, “Jake cmon man hurry up! You’re taking longer than fuckin Josh does.” Sam’s voice rang out through the solid oak.
You let out a breath and Jake smirked, “Sammy boy seems to have impeccable timing.” He said softly.
“Seems so.” You returned his soft smile and hoped he would kiss you even after your interrupted moment. Your heart sank in disappointment as Jake stepped away from you and made his way across the room to his case where you had tucked away his change of clothes earlier.
“Can you run ahead and tell Sammy I’ll be there in a moment, Clover? I’m sure he’s about ready to grab Daniel to break the door down.” You watched as his thumb tucked away underneath the rolled up band of his towel, mouth going dry at the brief thought of what was hidden away by a thin piece of fabric. What probably was softly tucked up against your hip a moment ago.
“Uh..yeah, yes I’ll do that right away.” You squeaked from your dry throat.
“Thanks Y/N.”
With a wink and a soft head nod in your direction, he dipped into the bathroom once again to change. You trailed out of his greenroom desperate for some fresh air. Maybe a damn cigarette at this point. Simply anything to calm your wild heart.
***
While you had been opposed to drinking on the job, you had found Sam and Josh to be very convincing. The second you step foot into the green room down the hall you are instantly surrounded by loud music and booming voices.
“Que sera, sera! Whatever will be, will be..”
Josh had his arms wrapped tight around one of the security guards and another arm around Sam. All three of them belting the chorus to the song, legs kicking in the air in unison. Laughter followed shortly after. You couldn’t help but feel a rush of emotions. You were so grateful to have started working with Greta Van Fleet. You felt your shoulders drop and all your worries seemed to melt as you took in the scene in front of you. Smiles all around, laughter filling the air.
“Ahh! Y/N!,” Josh boomed, waving his finger in your direction. “So glad you could sneak away from my twin to join us. Come, come! Pick your poison darling!”
Josh pranced across the room towards you, still rocking one of his famous jumpsuits and rhinestones. He looped his arm with yours and dragged you over to a small table littered with ice buckets, beers, cups, liquors and mixers alike.
“We have it all! What would you like?”
“Hmm, surprise me!” You smiled.
“You don’t want that,” Jake's voice rang out beside you, making your body flush with heat. “He’ll make you a damn salty dog.”
“What's that?” You turned to look at Josh.
“Grapefruit juice, salted rim and vodka.” Jake’s nose scrunched as he grabbed a red solo cup and some ice. His hair was now towel dried and he was clad in his usual button down and favorite pants of the month.
“Ohh it’s not that bad!” Josh said, shooting daggers at Jake. “It’s the best screwdriver you’ll ever have Y/N!”
“I do like a good screwdriver.” You said, matter of factly, tapping your finger on your chin for dramatics.
Jake snorted as he poured some four roses whiskey into his cup, “Suit yourself Clover, but don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” He popped the cork back into the bottle and gave you a wink.
Josh had already begun twisting the rim of a cup in a pile of salt not too far from you, humming softly to an old bluesy song that was playing that you couldn’t quite place.
“Here you go miss Y/N!” Josh shoved the red cup in your direction a few minutes later.
You took it cautiously and glanced between Jake and Josh, Jake who was already trying to hide his smirk and Josh who looked ever so hopeful.
“Damn I didn’t know this would acquire such an audience.” You said sarcastically.
“Hush up and just drink!” Josh said.
You brought the cup up to your nose and smelled it. You were immediately hit with the pungent scent of vodka and the sourness of grapefruit. You lifted your eyebrow as you took a sip and immediately puckered. “Oh god.”
Jake let out a booming laugh and Josh looked wounded.
“That's,” you took another sip. “No.” You handed the drink off to Josh who was clasping a hand over his heart.
“Told you so.” Jake snorted, stirring his drink with a black straw.
“Y/N, I am hurt.” Josh said dramatically.
“I’m sorry love but that’s just not my cup of tea.” You scrunched up your nose as you watched Josh take a big gulp.
“Suit yourself Clover!” Josh said, pointing a finger.
You immediately caught Jake’s glare towards his twin at the use of his nickname for you. “Watch it Josh.”
Josh just shrugged and winked at Jake, suddenly getting distracted from the sound of boisterous yelling across the room.
You busied yourself making a concoction of your favorite drink from your options in front of you. Once you were happy with your mix, you stood next to Jake and watched the antics across the room unfold which consisted of a few golf balls and a red solo cup.
“So,” you smirked at Jake over the lip of your cup. “When exactly were you going to tell me about this new band?”
“Ahh,” he smirked and gave you a side eye. “Was trying to keep it under wraps as much as possible but I see someone let their tongue slip.” He took another generous sip of his drink.
You snorted, “Kinda hard to do that when you boys all have megaphones for mouths.”
“Hey!” He bumped you with his elbow. “That's awfully rude Clover.”
“Alright!” Danny clapped his hands together before you could respond. “Everyone grab a shot of tequila! Tonight calls for a major celebration for our dearest friend Jake and his new band!”
“I see I’ve found the culprit.” Jake shook his head but he didn’t seem displeased, he seemed shy. Which was shocking to you as he always seemed so confident in himself.
You hadn’t noticed but Rose had pre poured little tequila shooters in plastic cups and had a small cup of lime wedges sitting next to it. Once everyone had their respective shots, Danny raised his in the air and everyone followed suit.
“To our brother Jake! We are so proud of you for this new project coming to fruition. May this be a successful one for you!” Danny smiled wide. “To Mirador!”
“To Mirador!” Everyone followed suit.
September 7th.
Detroit, MI.
You awoke suddenly and you were met with the wall of the tour bus bunk a few inches in front of your face, the consistent pinging of your phone next to your head. Even though you could hear the air conditioning buzzing on the bus you were hot and uncomfortable. The sweat making your hair stick to the side of your neck and face. You were definitely hungover. You couldn’t believe you allowed yourself to indulge so much. You groaned as your phone pinged next to your head again. You rolled over, feeling instantly dizzy and squinted your eyes as your screen lit up the dark space.
You allowed yourself to let loose last night, that was for certain. It wasn’t too difficult after the first shot of tequila had hit your stomach and settled, you felt yourself actually relax for once. You weren’t doing your job last night, you were simply hanging out with some new friends and celebrating. By the time you had your 3rd shot of tequila and you were on your second mixed drink of the night you had been dancing with Josh to one of his favorite ABBA songs blaring on a little speaker across the room from where you were twirling away together. The more you drank, the more your eyes focused on Jake from across the room. Watching him smile and indulge in a rather obnoxious game of quarters with a few members from security and Danny. The more you drank the more insatiable you became for him.
You wanted to have him pressed up against you again. You began to wonder as Josh abandoned you for a drink refill and you were standing alone now against the wall, what would’ve happened if Sammy had not interrupted you earlier that evening. You wondered if Jake wanted you the same way you wanted him. In a way so bad you felt as if you would not be satisfied until you had him fully. The tequila was bringing out such a lustful and sinful side of you that you were not used to. As Jake caught your eye and winked at you from across the room with a smile tugging on his lips, you felt your body react in a way you hadn’t felt in such a long time for anyone else. In a way that you will definitely keep chasing, no matter what the consequences may be you decide. Josh came back along and bumped your shoulder, breaking your eye contact with Jake who just realized he had lost because he hadn’t been paying attention. Josh had a small shot of tequila and a lime in his outstretched hand to which you accepted with a wince. That ended up being shot number 4 for the night, and one of the last things you could remember.
As you lay in the bunk and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, you realized you weren’t even sure how or when you had made it back on the tour bus in the first place. You groaned softly in agony as you felt your heart rate increase slightly at the fear of what had occurred after that final shot.
You finally acknowledged the messages on your phone in front of you, realizing you had been scrolling and reading, yet not comprehending the messages themselves. The group chat you had reluctantly been added to with the 4 gentlemen, Rose, and a few others had been the cause of your disturbance. Messages had been going back and forth about plans for a group brunch somewhere in downtown Detroit. You winced at the pain shooting through your skull. Why was everyone already wide awake and ready to go? Didn’t they drink as much as you? You were surprised as you focused on the time finally, seeing it was almost 10 am. This meant you at least got some decent sleep for once on the bus and you wished you didn’t have to drink to achieve such results.
Scrolling through the remainder of the messages on your Lock Screen, forgoing any responses in the group chat, you noticed you had one single text from Jake separate from the rest.
Jake K. 9:23 AM
Carpe diem Clover, I want you to come to brunch
You see underneath that text he had called you moments before the message was sent. The bus was pretty silent for this hour and you wondered where he and the rest of the group was. You smiled softly at your phone and typed on the little bar to pull up your keyboard to respond.
You 10:02 AM
What time is brunch? I have a wicked hangover and could use a shower…
You saw the little text bubble pop up almost immediately as Jake clearly jumped to respond to you.
Jake K. 10:02 AM
SHE LIVES! I’m not surprised you were pretty drunk yesterday
Brunch is at 11. Hurry up and get off the bus, there’s some people I want you to meet today.
You 10:03 AM
Oh no..did I do anything embarrassing?
Jake K. 10:04 AM
You tried to kiss me a few times when I was trying to get you into your bunk and you wouldn’t let me leave you for a little bit
You winced, of course..smooth Y/N
You 10:06 AM
Oh my god I’m so sorry…
Jake K. 10:06 AM
Don’t sweat it Clover, it was cute. 😉
Hurry up and get off the bus already!
You 10:07 AM
Yes sir 🫡
You pulled the curtain back on your bunk and winced at the daylight, the smell of diesel suffocating your nose. You really needed some fresh air as the nausea settled in your stomach. You hopped down from your bunk, having to steady yourself across the hallway and then pulling your favorite hoodie on.
Your phone lay on the bunk mattress and you heard it chime and blushed wildly at Jake’s response.
Jake K. 10:13 AM
Careful Clover..
***
It didn’t take you too long to get ready. A nice cold shower and a few Tylenol and you had begun to feel somewhat like a human being again. You threw on your favorite comfy clothing, figuring for once you didn’t care too much about your appearance, and made your way down the elevator to the lobby. You were excited for breakfast, hoping that the boys had picked a good spot, a cheap place at least. You loved the mom and pop diners in your hometown and you had missed visiting them dearly.
The elevator chimed and you walked out into the lobby, hearing your name called by Jake from across the way almost instantly. He was standing with a group of people waving you over with a beaming smile, his sunglasses resting against his nose. Some of these people you recognized, some you did not.
“Y/N, this is my mother.” He gestured to the left of him with a smile as you approached. “Mom, this is my Y/N.”
“Nice to meet you Mrs. Kiszka.” You extended your hand to shake hers with a soft smile.
“Oh nonsense come here,” She wrapped you up in a loving embrace. “It's so nice to finally meet you, I have heard so much about you.” She pulls away from the hug, still gripping your shoulders softly and glances over at Jake with a smile.
“Mom!” Jake exasperated through gritted teeth. You blushed and gave Jake a teasing look seeing that his cheeks were the same red hue.
Mrs.Kiszka ignored him and still held heavy eye contact with you, “Will you be joining us Y/N?”
You tore your eyes away from Jake who was nervously combing his fingers through his hair and looked back at his mother, “I am yes.” You gave her a soft smile.
“Oh wonderful!,” she clapped. “Do we have everyone? Should we head out?”
She stepped away from you briefly and you smirked at Jake next to you who was sporting the sweetest pink hue across his cheeks.
***
Your fingertips traced the edge of the white cloth napkin as it sat on your lap, an anxious tick for you in uncomfortable situations. This place was expensive. You took one look at the menu and you felt the air escape your lungs. How they were about to charge people $21 for a single piece of toast, a quarter of an avocado and some olive oil drizzled was beyond you. It wasn't that your job didn’t pay you well but you felt like since you started living on your own you were more cautious than others when it came to spending money.
So what the hell were you going to eat?
Loud, joyous laughs rang next to you coming from the people sitting at your table, as well as Josh’s booming voice clearly telling an animated story. His story died down a moment or two later and the fingertips that were tracing the edge of the linen cloth were now nervously picking at the ends of your hair as your eyes frantically scanned the menu in front of you searching for the cheapest item as you heard voices around you say they were ready to order.
“What are you thinking Clover?” Jake said softly. You glanced up and saw him giving you a hopeful look, flipping his menu over to hand to his mother next to him.
“Oh uh,” your eyes quickly scanned the Sides section. “Probably just a fruit cup.”
“A fruit cup? That’s all?” Jake’s eyebrows raised as he rested his chin on his hands in front of you. “You feeling okay?” One of his hands reached across the table and rested softly on your forehead, checking your temperature.
“Yeah i-uhm…everything’s kind of, it’s just expensive.” You felt the shame settle in the bottom of your stomach. You tried to speak softly so as to not draw unnecessary attention to yourself.
Jake looked puzzled for a moment and before he could open his mouth, Mrs.Kiszka reached across the table and patted the spot in front of you. “Honey, we’re all like family around here, don’t worry about anything we will take care of it. Enjoy a nice breakfast.”
Family.
Family was a touchy subject for you. Your mother hasn’t been around since you were 6, abandoning you and your father for a “better life” with another man. While you had repaired most of your relationship with your father that had been destroyed by your teenage rebellion of not having a strong woman figure in your life, you two didn’t end on the best terms before you moved to Nashville to pursue your dreams. Your father wanted you to pursue “something great”, something similar to what he did. Something that he felt he could brag about to his friends like a doctor or even an engineer. You had seen the disappointment in his eyes when you told him you wanted to be a part of the music scene and not get a PhD.
Mrs. Kiszkas hand withdrew as the waiter came up to the opposite end of the table and started scribbling orders down, going around making eye contact with each person and chatting, sharing smiles or small laughs. The world felt like it was moving in slow motion as you realized the waiter was about to ask the security guard sitting next to you what he wanted to eat. You felt out of place. You felt wrong. You shouldn’t be here…
As the tears began to well in your eyes you stood promptly from the table, grabbing your small purse off of the back of the chair. You needed a moment.
“Clover?” Jake's concerned voice was but a distant sound behind you as you made eye contact with the restroom sign across the restaurant. The shortness of breath followed suit and the tightening of your throat snapped as you pushed the heavy door open and locked it behind you, slightly thankful this was a single person bathroom.
You let your tears fall for a brief moment. You were never good at expressing your emotions around others, always wearing a smile and pretending everything was okay even when your world could have been crumbling. You were always told growing up how awesome it was that you were so resilient in tough situations. Yet really you just masked your emotions and dealt with them in the safety of your room where no one could see what was going on. That's why you ran from that table, suddenly overwhelmed and jealous that the boys had such a loving and supportive family. Such a loving and clearly supportive mother. Something you’ve wanted since the day you turned 16…
You heard a soft knock sound against the door, “Clover?”
Fuck.
You started to run the water and splashed a little bit against your cheeks, trying to wipe away the heat that had settled into your skin and the tears that had been streaking down your soft skin. You turned it off abruptly and made it a point to run the hand dryer before taking a deep breath, then another and then another. As always, it was easy to push the strong sadness that you felt in your heart down, faking a smile in the mirror before turning back to the solid oak wood door.
There he was. Standing against the wall scrolling on his phone, one leg propped against the wall keeping him steady. His eyes snapped up as he heard the door creak open and you could see the sadness as it settled into his eyes. You hated that. You hated seeing other people’s pity for you. You didn’t need it, you didn’t want it. You had spent your whole childhood and teenage years practically alone and you learned quickly to not accept love or care so willingly because they will probably leave you when things get hard.
You stood still as a statue for a moment as you fought against that tightening in your throat once again. Jake locked his phone and pushed off the wall towards you, “Y/N, what’s wrong?” He brushed a piece of hair away from your face, his fingers not gliding as easily as they normally did due to the dampness of your cheeks.
“Uhm,” you looked down. “Nothing, I’m fine I just really had to use the bathroom?”
Great, that didn't sound convincing and gross?
“Clover,” Jake sounded sad. “We both know that’s not true.”
“Jake I really-“
Your sentence was cut off by the loud ring of your phone in your right hand. You glanced at the screen to see one of the sound techs name calling you. You held it up to Jake so he could see and held up your finger. He nodded and stepped out of your way so you could walk by him.
“Hello?” You pressed a finger into your opposite ear and began to walk down the hallway towards the exit door, the restaurant too loud to focus on talking to someone on the phone.
“Miss Y/N? I’m sorry to bug you but we’re missing a few of Jake’s guitars. Do you have any clue where they are?”
“You’re missing guitars?! How the hell did that happen!” You looked back at Jake and saw a fire ignite in his eyes.
“I have no idea, we’re missing the B stage acoustics!”
“Not to sound condescending but did you check all the crates?”
Jake made a motion at you to put the phone on speaker, nostrils slightly flared.
“Yes ma'am, of course.” The tech’s voice sounded through your phone speakers out loud.
“We will be down there in a few minutes.” Jake spoke for you, his voice pointed.
“Oh, okay, yes see you soon,” the tech was clearly nervous as he realized it was Jake. “I’m really sorry Jake I-.”
Jake had already been storming away from you back down the hallways towards the table.
“It’s okay, we will get this figured out,” you said softly trying to calm the tech down. “We will be there in about 20 to help.”
You ended the call promptly and began walking back towards the table following the same path Jake had taken.
Jake, who you had never seen properly pissed before, was gripping the back of the chair so tightly it looked like the skin was going to rip against his knuckles. “I don’t fuckin know Josh, she just got the call, we’re about to leave.”
“Hey, excuse me,” Mrs. Kiszka spoke up. “Don’t go taking it out on him, it's not his fault.”
Jake just rolled his eyes before looking back at you and suddenly everyone’s eyes were focused on you, an uncomfortable silence hung in the air after Jake’s apparent outburst.
You smiled softly trying to diffuse the tension, “Sorry everyone, we’re about to head to the venue now to figure out what’s going on and find these guitars.”
“No worries honey, I hope you can find them.” Mrs.Kiszkas soft voice and smile was all you could focus on.
“Cmon Clover, before I have a fuckin aneurysm” Jake’s hand pressed against your lower back and began to lead you away from the table. The only thing you could focus on was his strong fingertips against your hip as you exited the building.
***
The crisis has been resolved fairly quickly. After some diligent searching by yourself, Jake and a few other techs you had found th3 acoustics. One of the newer techs had placed Jake’s beloved acoustics on one of the team's tour buses instead of in their normal crates. You had taken a seat on a couch in one of the green rooms, typing away at a few emails listening to Jake rip the tech a new one in the hallway nearby. You were momentarily wincing softly at the tone of his strong voice feeling pity for the tech who was on the receiving end of his rage. You hated conflict. It made your anxiety rise and you tended to avoid situations of conflict at all costs, hence you tucking yourself away once Jake found the tech responsible for the negligence of his beloved guitars.
The harsh voice faded away and you watched out of the corner of your eye as Jake carried two black guitar cases into the greenroom shaking his head softly. “Sorry you had to hear that Clover”
“No no,” you waved him off. “I understand. I know how much those guitars mean to you.”
You watched as Jake unlatched one of the cases and picked it up before focusing back on your computer screen as the chime came through that one of your emails had been replied to.
“So Clover,” Jake began to walk across the room towards you, settling a single leg on the coffee table in front you and propping the guitar against his thigh. “Are you going to tell me why you ran away from breakfast earlier?”
You winced slightly. You hated, abhorred talking about your feelings to others. You hated bringing up your family trauma. Others before Jake had ruined that for you. Eventually using the information against you, to hurt you in times of tension, or hearing one sad story about your childhood and deciding that the baggage wasn’t for them. Your fingers stopped typing for a moment, “it’s nothing you need to worry about I promise.”
Jake’s fingers now stopped the soft tuning of his acoustic as he looked at you, “Cmon Clover, I know that’s not true.”
Your mouth opened to speak but you were interrupted by a soft knock against the door frame. “Hey!” The boys' manager Nick stood in the doorway. “I see the guitars were found?”
“Yes they were.” Jake rubbed the side of his nose and removed his leg from the coffee table.
“Sorry about that Jake, didn’t mean to disrupt your breakfast this morning.”
Jake waved him off and placed the acoustic back in its case.
“I was actually wondering if I could speak to you for a moment? It's regarding Mirador.” Paul said, crossing his arms and flashing a bright smile.
“Yeah, for sure man!” Jake’s eyes lightened up. “I’ll be right back Y/N. Don’t let those guitars out of your sight.”
You saluted the man as he walked across the room towards Paul and giggled softly to yourself. You focused back on the computer screen in front of you, sipping a drink that the venue had graciously provided even though you were here a day early before the show.
You took a brief moment to stretch your arms and your neck and your eyes focused on the black acoustic sitting so perfectly in the opened guitar case. You fought against a little voice in your head encouraging you to pick it up. It had been so long since you held a guitar, let alone tried to play it. But there was an itch in your muscles. Acoustic guitars felt like home to you. And fuck did you miss home right now.
You gave into the little voice in your head, hoping that whatever impromptu meeting Paul had pulled Jake for would last a little while as you told yourself you were just going to tune it and then place it back in its case like nothing happened. Your body had carried you so easily across the room and you looked down at the shiny black surface and smiled to yourself. You were flooded with warm, happy memories from your childhood, throwing a blanket over the tough ones that riddled your mind from earlier. You were transported back to your childhood room, your zoo animal wallpaper and your father, sitting on a small stool teaching you about tuning a guitar before playing the most beautiful melodies to ease your troubled mind to sleep.
Your throat tightened once again as you lifted the guitar from its case and walked back across the room, settling yourself on the black couch. You took a deep breath, willing the anxiety and frustration away from earlier as you strummed all the strings softly.
Slightly out of tune, but not terrible.
You closed your eyes and softly began to strum each individual string, fingers dancing across each separate knob twisting and turning until you hit that perfect note you had been looking for. You smiled softly to yourself as you found each string had finally been to your liking.
“What’s this all about, huh?” Jake startled you, a sneaky grin about his blush lips as he re entered the room. His eyes are narrowed in on his acoustic held carefully in your hands.
“Jake! I-Im so sorry!” You panicked for a moment and your eyes grew wide. You half expected him to take it from you immediately and ridicule you for even laying a finger on his guitar, knowing good and well that you’re no musician. Yet, instead of reaching for the guitar tucked away in your arms, he sat on the coffee table in front of you and when you had begun to stand up from your spot, he held a hand up and shook his head.
“May I?” He smirked as he slowly reached for the neck from your fingers, playing a few chords once it was settled in his arms. His brows raise when he realizes how perfectly in tune his strings are.
He hummed as he looked at you, a sly grin still gracing his lips. “Clover,” he jests with a giggle, a full pink hue enveloping your cheeks at the nickname that you’re not sure you’ll ever get used to. “When were you going to tell me you could play?”
“Well,” you begin, trying to figure out the right way to articulate the fact that you most certainly cannot play this instrument. How do you explain that you can only tune these things, yet can’t play a single note? “I can’t exactly play it, but I am pretty damn great at making them sound good enough to play.”
He cocks left eyebrow in confusion at you, biting his bottom lip as his grin begins to widen. “Yeah? And how does one manage to learn that trade?” He began strumming the strings softly again.
That is a loaded question, you thought. One that comes with an even more loaded answer pertaining to your challenging emotions not too long ago at breakfast. You took a deep breath and exhaled through your nose as your heart squeezed in your chest at the thoughts that plagued your mind earlier came flooding back.
“You know you can talk to me Y/N. No judgment.” The twinkle in his golden irises began giving you a sense of peace and comfort. Your heart was reluctant to share information but your brain seemed to insist.
“It’s…kind of a long one and it kind of has to do with what happened earlier,” you express, looking down at your feet.
He adjusts his seat, setting the guitar down next to him that he’d been softly playing. “I’ve got plenty of time,” he says, rolling up the sleeve of his black linen shirt to look at his watch. “Tell me all about it, Clove.”
With a deep sigh and not much of a spare thought, your loaded answer began to spill from your mouth. “My dad,” you say, swallowing down the lump that’s already started to form in your throat. No tears, Y/N. Not yet. “He taught me how to tune his guitar when I was little. He’s—well, he’s the reason I’m here, actually.”
His eyes became downturned in new found worry, as though he could sense the bittersweet memories that had begun to swirl in your mind. Memories of your life before Nashville, memories of your mom, your dad…
It’s been no easy feat getting to where you are today. The mountains you've had to climb, the people you’ve left behind— all for the sake of living out your dream of being part of the music industry.
And now that it’s become a reality, now that you’re living in the Music City, home feels further and further away with each passing moment.
Your mom left a long time ago, opting to let your dad become your only guardian. And because of that, your relationship with your dad was the strongest one you’d ever had. And what you told Jake was true; he truly is the reason you’re here.
He supported you when no one else would. He encouraged your wildest dreams, gave you room to grow and spread your wings as best as he could with his single income.
Leaving him was one of the hardest things you’d ever done. As if leaving the person who loved you the most wasn’t difficult enough, you didn’t exactly leave on the best terms. He did support you, but once it registered with him that living out your dreams meant moving across the country, he had a hard time letting you go.
You left with a thousand words left unsaid between the two of you, yet too many said out of anger at the same time. You’ve hardly spoken to him since, fearful of what emotions reaching out to him would garner. A few texts here and there, a missed call or two from him that you just couldn’t answer.
You missed him. You missed him more than words could ever suffice. And going back home to visit just hasn’t been possible since you left. Finances, time– neither of which you have enough of.
You’d managed to keep busy enough that you hadn’t had the chance to let yourself feel the things you’d really needed to feel.
“It’s complicated, but he-“ You paused as the tears welled up in your eyes again. “He used to play for me every night before bed. My mom hasn’t been in the picture since I was little and this was his way of calming me down, helping soothe my night terrors..” You took a deep breath before you continued.
“He was always busy, trying to maintain a single father's single income household so he taught me how to tune the guitars by ear that sat in my room so that when it was time for him to play music before I went to sleep, he didn’t have to take the extra time to tune them..”
“When I told him I wanted to get into music though, that I wanted to learn how to play he got mad at me. He stopped playing for me, he took the guitars and hid them from me,” you sniffled but then giggled as the pain rose in your chest, fidgeting with your fingers in your lap. “I will never forget the day I found one of the guitar cases in the basement and he grounded my ass for weeks and then removed them from the house completely.”
“Oh Clover..” Jake began to speak but you cut him off.
“You should’ve seen his face when I told him this is what I was doing and he couldn’t stop me. That I was going to move to Nashville and pursue a degree in music. He practically disowned me. Kicked me out of the fucking house he was so upset with me.”
Tears were now flowing freely down your cheeks and you watched as Jake lifted a few fingers to swipe them away.
“I went back a week later with my best friend at the time and packed up my shit into my little car and made for Nashville the same day. A lot of harsh words were exchanged between us, many I know we both regret. I went to Nash without a plan and made something of myself but never fully patched things up with my father. And unfortunately,” you paused a moment and sighed as Jake swiped another free falling tear off of your cheek. “I have not been able to get the funds to go home and see him yet. We talk every once in a while, yes but he sucks with technology. Literally repels it!” You giggle. “But fuck I miss him. I wish he could see all this..”
“Jesus Clover, I’m so sorry..” Jake stood up in front of you and practically picked you up into a hug, his hand cradling the back of your head as your arms wrapped tightly around him.
You breathed in Jake’s cologne, feeling safe in his arms, “It’s alright I guess. I accomplished my dream and he and I have talked over the last couple of years and while I know he’s not pleased with me being in the music industry, he has expressed that he is proud of what I have made for myself back in Nashville. It just sucks because I haven’t been able to go home and see him.”
Jake pulled away and rested his hands against your cheeks, “Were going to change that Clover. Once this tour is over, once we have our next break, we’ll get the first flight possible and I will take you home. I promise.”
Tears began spilling down your cheeks, only this time instead of pain you felt happiness.
“Jake, are-are you sure?”
“Course I’m sure Clove. Anything to see you smile!”
You squealed in delight and wrapped your arms around Jake again as he laughed softly. Your impulse was running wild as you pulled back from the hug and wrapped your hand around the back of his head. His eyes grew wide for a moment before he felt your lips crash against his. His fingers tightened on your waist and your lips that had once been pressed roughly against his, adjusted slightly to make the kiss more soft, more grateful.
You pulled back a moment later, reminded of where you both were. “Shit, I’m sorry!” You giggled as you looked up at him.
He smiled back down at you and leaned forward, giving you a soft pack before pulling away again, “No apologies necessary Clover.”
“Hey, you ever listened to any of our music other than what you hear on stage?” He asks as you two separate from each other. He leaned down, picking up the guitar that he had laid next to him and sat back down on the coffee table. You watched as you mirrored his potion again on the couch as he balanced it on his lap. He began to softly retune a few of the strings to match the chord he was looking for.
“I’ll be honest, I haven’t had the chance.”
He hums softly as he plucks two of the strings and closes his eyes smiling at the tone he had achieved. “Clover is like to tell you about a song called Broken Bells. It reminds me of hope in the darkest of times and I think this would be a great song for you, as a reminder to remain hopeful even when you feel like there’s no hope left.”
You watch as he pulls a pick from his jeans pocket and balances it between his teeth. You watch in wonder as his fingers begin to slowly dance across the frets in front of you, the most beautiful melody ringing through the air. You envied him slightly that he could make such a beautiful sound from an instrument. Your heart leapt in your throat as Jake pulled the little black pick from between his lips and took a soft breath and began to sing softly,
“I can see the faces through the broken glass..”
September 10th.
Washington D.C.
You would think that a day off meant relaxing, catching up on sleep for the young musicians. Majority of the time you were lucky enough that was the case and your phone was pretty silent for most of the day and you had the opportunity to catch up on missed sleep or that book you've been reading. You had arrived at the hotel around midday in D.C. fully prepared for a warm shower and a comfortable bed as it had been another sleepless night for you on the bus.
You sighed as the bus came to a halt and you swung your backpack over your left shoulder. Thankfully you had been able to sneak off the bus before any of the guys took notice. They had been arguing over who knows what in the open space above you in the upper deck of the bus. You had immediately avoided the space as you felt a migraine coming on from your lack of slumber.
You were on auto pilot mode as you strolled through the hotel lobby and quickly checked into your room, thankful that Rose had booked you a room of your own for once and also grateful that she had let you sneak ahead of everyone else knowing how exhausted you were. As you stepped under the hot water in the white walled shower, you took your time combing the conditioner through your hair, exfoliating and shaving every inch of your body. Your body moved in slow motion when you stepped out and wrapped yourself in a white fluffy towel. You silently pouted to yourself as you grabbed your bottle of lotion, wanting nothing more than to go lay down but refusing to half ass your shower routine when you felt like you rarely had the time to complete it.
The very moment your head hit the white pillow you felt your body relax fully and succumb to sleep.
***
You didn't know what time it was or where you even were for a moment. All you knew is it was dark and you were very cold. You groaned softly as you rolled over and grabbed your phone off of the nightstand next to the bed.
Jake K. 12:23 AM
Hey, you alive over there Clover?
You turned over in bed again, sitting up a bit. You were happy you got some much needed rest but you were now wide awake of course, and hungry. You pulled up the keyboard on your phone to respond to Jake.
You 1:34 AM
Possibly.
Jake K. 1:35 AM
Well that's good to hear. Get some much needed rest I presume?
Oh, he's still awake..
You 1:37 AM
Oh no I've just been sitting in my room staring at the wall for the last 12 hours or so
Jake K. 1:37 AM
Watch the attitude Clover…
You 1:40 AM
Or what..
Why are you awake anyways?
Jake K. 1:46 AM
Inspiration struck me as I was out on the town an hour or so ago
You 1:50 AM
Anything good?
You laid back in bed, smiling softly at your phone awaiting that little text bubble to pop up on your screen.
A soft knock sounded at your door a few minutes later, so faint that you almost thought your brain could be playing tricks on you. You crept over to the door and looked through the peephole, seeing Jake’s face scanning the hallway behind him. Your heart sped up in anticipation. What the fuck was he doing here.
You cracked open the door, and peaked around the side of it. “Jake?” You whispered.
“Hey Clover,” he whispered back, smirk tugging at the side of his mouth. “Can I come in?”
Your heart said yes but your head screamed no. Yet the devil on your shoulder won the almost nonexistent battle as you stepped to the side and gleefully watched him waltz into your hotel room at 2 am. This was not going to end well, this went against everything you’ve been avoiding for the last couple of weeks.
Jake stopped by the door and smirked at you as you slowly closed it shut and latched the deadbolt, clearly reading the conflict written all over your face.
“What’sa matter Clove?”
Oh he was slurring a bit. Your eyes snapped to his face and you could clearly see the droopy, red shot eyes and the smirk he couldn’t wipe off his face. Of course he smoked.
You crossed your arms against your chest, your own protection mechanism. “Just wondering what you’re doing here so late is all.”
“I wanted to see you.” He whispered as he tucked a few pieces of hair behind your ear. You felt like butter on a hot summer's day left out in the sun, you were absolutely done for.
“Oh,” you squeaked out. “Why?”
“Does there really need to be a reason why?” His eyebrows furrowed.
“There’s always a why..”
“Let’s not worry about that right now, yeah?” He asked, grabbing your hand softly and leading you further into your own room. Your sanctuary that he was currently disturbing. “I just wanted to see you, talk to you in person instead of texting. Plain and simple.”
He sat down on the plush couch that the luxury hotel offered in each room, gesturing you to do the same. Your arms had recrossed as you watched him get comfortable.
Kick him out Y/N…
“You uh, would you like something to drink?”
Okay, that’s not…
He smiled up at you, teeth showing ever so slightly between his soft pink lips. “I’d love to have something, yeah. Whatcha got?”
“Not too sure, I didn't really check out the room earlier.” You walked over to the mini fridge tucked away in the corner, very aware that his gaze had not left your body since the moment he stepped into the room. You leaned down and opened the door, “Well, I don’t have anything exciting really. Just water, sparkling water, and it looks like ginger ale.”
“Sparkling water if you don’t mind.”
You grabbed a bottle for him and regular water for yourself and walked back across the room. You handed him the bottle which he took and popped the cap on immediately and took a long sip, eyes never leaving your face as you made the move to sit down opposite him. “Hmm-mm!” He shook his head and his eyebrows furrowed as he pulled the bottle away from his lips. “No, c’mere.”
He patted his right thigh.
“Huh?” He caught you off guard.
“Sit on my lap Y/N,” His legs spread ever so slightly. “I wanna be close to you.”
Damn him and your heart for following his orders so easily.
“Jake I-,” There goes the so-called angel on your shoulder.
He lifted his eyebrows at you. “What Y/N?”
“You-you’re intoxicated aren’t you?” You still stood in front of him, arms crossed against your chest.
He took another swig of the water, you watched closely as his pink lips made contact with the bottle and his throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Just a little high is all Clover. I’m perfectly aware of what is going on if that’s what you’re so concerned about.” He smirked at you, itching the side of his nose and then spread himself out a little further on the couch. His arm resting on the pillows next to him and opening his legs in your direction, that smirk growing as he watched your eyes trail down to his crotch. Your cheeks went aflame as you realized you were caught once again.
He was so devastatingly good looking. You could feel your body pulling yourself closer to him. Needing to be closer to him. There was that devil on your shoulder…
Before you fully comprehended what was happening, your legs approached Jake for you. He smirked up at you as his arms welcomed you. You sat as softly as you could on top of his thigh that was pressing up against the arm of the couch. His hand and arm snaked under both of your legs, propping you up against him on the couch.
“Hmm, much, much better.” A soft British accent poured from his mouth, soft and saccharine.
Your arm snaked around his shoulders to help balance yourself as he had one arm across your back and, to your demise, one hand propped up against your knee already softly grazing the skin there.
“Talk to me little Clover,” his mouth was so close to your skin. “How was your day today?”
There go his fingers, you thought as they lightly started grazing the inside of your knee.
“Oh, uhm..it was good, you know I caught up on a lot of sleep, so.”
“Yeah I know, but do you feel like you’re settling in well?”
Lower, and softer his fingers went across your inner thigh now. His other hand pulling up your sleep shirt to reach the skin, oh…
“Yeah!” You squeaked. “Everyone is so, uhm, nice.”
“Hmm,” his eyes lingered down from your face to your cleavage.
You couldn’t help yourself anymore, you felt like you were going to explode. “Jake.” You practically moaned out as his fingers dipped along the hem of your sleep shorts again. When exactly he had moved that low again, you hadn’t a clue.
“Yes Y/N?”
Fuck it.
“Kiss me.”
“I thought you'd never ask.” He smirked.
His arm that was holding onto your waist snaked up to the back of your neck and pulled your head closer to his as he smashed his lips against yours. You moaned against his lips ever so softly. You missed the feeling of how soft and prominent his bottom lip was compared to the top, you missed the feeling of his teeth chasing your lips giving you soft nibbles and God fuck did you miss the drag of his warm tongue against your own.
His hand that was grazing your inner thigh moved up and grabbed across your ribcage to your dismay, but the slight tinge of pain as he grabbed at you with his hands was welcomed. Your hand snaked up across his neck and grabbed into his hair, how badly you wanted to do this he really hadn’t a clue.
Neither of you made the move to come up for air as the kiss between the two of you became wet and sloppy, the sounds of lips smacking against each other filling the hotel room. You felt Jake smirk against your lips before he slowly began to slow down the kiss to pecks between you to then pulling away.
“Clover, you have no idea what the fuck you do to me.” His voice came out husky and soft, his eyelids still half open and the softest grin on his now almost red, wet lips.
“Show me.” You said, confidently. All inhibitions out the window.
“Oh Y/N,” he whispered as he tilted your head slightly away from him. He placed the softest kiss against that sweet spot where your ear met your jaw. You gasped as he began trailing down the side of your throat. “Jake,” you started, almost breathless as his lips trailed up along your neck and then back up to that sweet spot below your ear.
“Shhh..”
“Is this a good idea?” Your mind suddenly panics.
He pulled back, the expression in his eyes unreadable. “Nothing involving me is ever a good idea Clover.”
You watched as he licked both of his lips trying to read you, his fingertips tracing a light circle along the inside of your thigh that was propped up against him. “We can stop.”
The logic in your head screamed yes, but your weeping core protested. You both stared at each other for a moment, you could tell he was trying to get a read on you. You focused on the furrow in his forehead, the curve of his nose, the soft trail of hair regrowing on his upper lip and then the shape of those soft lips you wish would never part from yours. Fuck it, you thought again.
“Jake I-.”
“Yes Clover?”
“I want you.” Your eyes snapped to his finally, holding his gaze.
“Are you sure?”
You nodded your head softly and bit your lip. His finger quickly moved to pull your bottom lip from its hold between your teeth. “I need to hear you say it again. Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want you Jake,” you paused, feeling shy. “I want you to fuck me.”
Jake smirked and gripped onto your hips, moving you so you were now strangling his lap and looking down at him. Your eyes grew wide as you realized he was already rock hard, pressing against your core.
He kissed you softly. One peck turned into two which then turned into your original pace of clashing teeth and smacking lips.
You felt his fingertips begin to drag up underneath your sleep shirt, grazing your ribs softly as you moaned into his mouth.
“Dont stop making those sweet sounds for me baby.”
Your sleep shirt was gently pulled off your body and thrown behind you. “Oh Jesus,” Jake paused to stare at your tits, perfectly sitting against your chest. “Can I?” He gestured to them, eyes snapping across your face looking for any hesitation in your features.
“All yours Jake.” You smirked at him.
“Fuck..” he moaned. You felt as his lips circled perfectly around one of your nipples, his tongue flicking against the hard bud as his hands roughly squeezed them together.
The feeling alone caused the hair on the back of your neck to stand at attention. You moaned softly and ran your fingers through his hair, scratching against his scalp softly as he switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention as the last.
A slight nip caused you to hiss, then softly turn into a moan as he soothed the pain with his tongue again. His soft brown and bloodshot eyes snapped up to your face and he began to pull away.
“How’s that my Clover?” His fingertips kneaded both of your nipples at once, before pulling them roughly causing another gasping moan to come out of your mouth and your head to tip back slightly.
“Hmm, thought so..”
His head dipped again to reconnect with your breasts when you pulled on his hair softly to stop him, his eyebrows furrowing at your action.
“What's wrong?”
“More Jake..”
You grabbed one of his hands confidently and guided him back to the waistband of your sleep shorts, “Please.”
He smirked at you, a condescending grin spreading across his face, “Someone’s needy.”
Your skin felt like it was on fire as he re-traced his way across your waistband, dipping his fingertips underneath the elastic band and lower against the mound of your pelvis.
He giggled softly, “Don’t think for a second Clover that you are in charge, you just happen to be lucky enough that I feel just as needy for you right now.”
His voice was gravely and the hair on your arms stood at attention as the feeling of his fingertips dipped between your folds cautiously.
“Oh fuuck Y/N,” he moaned, fingers dipping lower through your wetness as he eyes followed where his hand was hidden away. “You’re so fucking wet.”
You leaned your forehead against his, “All your fault.”
Your head tipped back suddenly as you felt his fingertips circle against that soft spot you loved on your clit and then quickly dipped down to your entrance, sliding two fingers into you easily. The stretch of his fingers felt like heaven. You became immediately addicted to the feeling of Jake stretching you out. You were convinced for a moment as his fingers curled slightly that you would be satisfied like this for the night. His fingertips curled with more purpose as the breath was stolen from your lungs, the delicious pressure against that hidden spot tucked away inside of you.
He clearly had other ideas as he flipped you over on the couch quickly. You let out a breathless laugh as you felt him rip your sleep shirt away from your body. Your chest was left balancing against the arm of the couch as you listened to the soft clink of his belt coming loose and his own shirt and pants were ripped away from his body.
“Oh my fuckin God Y/N. You look fucking perfect like this for me.” He moaned. You could feel his fingers drag slowly up your spine and across the back of your neck. You whimper as he twists his fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck and pulls your head up roughly. You gasp and clench around nothing at the sensation as you feel his lips graze your ear, “This never happened, got it?”
You didn’t have the time nor the mental capacity to understand what his words had really meant in the moment, you were blinded by pure lust.
You did your best to twist your head to the side and you flashed him an almost evil smile, “Yes Sir.”
He was fucked.
He knew in that moment there was no forgetting this moment like he had originally planned. He knew deep down he would crave your body more and more each day he didn’t get to touch you like this. You were now the most addicting drug on the planet.
As he dragged himself against your wetness already on the brink of ecstasy, fingers still bound tightly in your hair, he knew there wouldn't be any turning back. The gasping moan that came out of your plush, sweet mouth signed and sealed his fate in a matter of a second as he began to push himself inside of you.
Your brain felt like fuzz as you felt him stretch you out slowly. The goosebumps that raised across your skin, and the tingling feeling in your core as you felt him push all the way inside of you was unlike anything you had experienced before. Maybe you would blame the gummy you had consumed prior to him coming over unbeknownst to him. Maybe you will blame the fact that it was simply just Jake. You wished so badly you could see his face as you heard him softly whimper behind you as he pushed himself as far as he could reach inside of you, applying the most delicious pressure against your cervix.
His mouth dropped down against your ear once more, “Holy fuck Clover. You feel like fucking heaven.”
You were putty in his hands at this point. As he pulled himself out and pushed back in cautiously, the feeling of him filling you up made your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Oh fuck..” You moaned.
“Oh Jesus.”
He pulled out and roughly slammed himself back into you again, eliciting a loud whimper from you. “Oh god Jake.”
“Shh little Clover, hush now.” He said softly against your ear before pushing you against the arm of the couch. While he hadn’t moved much just yet, you already knew this position was about to push you over the edge quicker than either of you had expected. His hand that had roughly grabbed your hair now released and the pressure against your scalp diminished. The pain turned into soft pleasure fast as you felt him softly push your hair to the side so he could see your face. “Try and stay quiet baby.”
You nodded as he pulled out and slammed back into you, your eyes going wide as you realized just how deep he truly was.
He dragged in an out of you over and over and over again. He wasn’t gentle about it either. His full strokes made you feel like you were empty and full simultaneously.
“Oh fuck Y/N, your pussy is-..ahhh fuck.”
Oh, so he was a talker.
All you could focus on was the feeling of him hitting your cervix, the delicious drag of him against your walls, the feeling of his fingertips flexing against your hips pulling you back against him and the sound of his necklaces hitting his chest in time with his thrusts.
His pace sped up for a moment and you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore, “oh fuuuuhck Jake, yes yes please…”
A loud crack rang out against the walls of the hotel room and you felt the burning sting of his hand print on your ass.
“Fuck yes Clover, you look so fucking pretty like this. All wrapped around me so tight, fuck”
You glanced back at him as best as you could from your position and immediately wished you hadn’t. He was focused on watching himself fuck you roughly, his eyebrows tipped up, his lips in the softest O shape. Almost as if he couldn’t believe it was happening. You clenched around him at the sight and his nose wrinkled on the side. A few pieces of his hair were now sticking to the side of his face.
His eyes snapped up to your face, the sight of pure lust in his eyes was unfathomable. He pulled out suddenly and you whimpered at the sensation of feeling empty.
“C'mere baby,” Jake pulled you up by your torso and promptly flipped you around on your back. “I want to see your face when we cum together.”
Oh…
“Jake please..”
His eyes focused back down onto your core as he dragged himself along you. The second his pushed past the threshold of your entrance his lidded eyes snapped back to your face.
This angle sure was different, you immediately felt an even more pleasurable pressure dragging against your walls.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you let out a moan. Your eyes opening briefly as Jake’s hips began to snap against yours once more. The sight of his torso snapping against yours, the feeling of his finger tips gripping against your upper thighs. The fucking sound of his necklaces slamming back and forth against his chest. Not to mention the fucking expression on his face again. This same eyebrows furrowed again and the softest pout in his lips. You watched as he scrunched his nose again and again as he thrusted harder, faster, deeper.
“Oh god dammit Jake!” You squeaked, your hands moving down to hold onto his thighs.
He was hitting that hidden spot tucked away so secretly inside of you, you forgot it had even existed. He thrusted with such force that you could feel your body start to lose control and your legs begin to shake.
“Oh fuck Jake I think I’m gonna cum soon…”
His eyes snapped up to yours and he gave you the most evil looking smile. “Yeah Clover? You gonna cum all over my cock like a good girl? You gonna give it to me?”
“Yes, yes Jake yes.”
One of his hands released its grip on your thigh and trailed down to your clit, hard and waiting for some kind of stimulation. The second his thumb swiped against it briefly your back arched and you let out a long, breathless moan. His thumb only quickened its pace as soon as he felt you clench tightly around him.
“Oh god yes Y/N,” his thrusts had not given in. His sweat was now dripping down his face, his chest. Just like when he played on stage.
“I’m there Jake, oh fuck yes I’m right there..”
It started in your toes.
It expanded to strictly your core.
Then it traveled up throughout the rest of your body.
Your eyesight went dark and you just heard ringing in your ears as the most intense orgasm ripped its way through your body.
“Oh my god Y/N, yesss. You’re clenching me so tight. Please don’t stop, don’t fucking stop baby. I’m right here with you.”
You could barely hear the praise from Jake over the ringing in your own ears. You felt your core try its hardest to clench around him but struggled due to his size.
His thrusts became sloppy and slowed down and the most beautiful moan slipped past his lips. You hadn’t yet fully come down as he ripped himself from you and threw his head back with pleasure as you felt him release across your stomach.
It took you both a moment to catch your breath. Your eyes finally met and you both smiled at each other, one huffing a laugh and the other giggling softly.
“Holy shit.” You said.
“Yeah, holy shit indeed Clover.”
Jake leaned down and pressed a soft peck to your lips that you graciously reciprocated.
“Hang tight darling, let me get something to clean you up.”
You watched as Jake stepped back into his boxers, forgoing the sweatpants he had originally brought and walked away towards the bathroom. He made it back over to you pretty quickly and knelt down next to you. “Sorry about the mess.” He huffed a laugh as he dragged the warm washcloth against his release on your stomach..
You laughed out loud, “Jake! Oh my god!”
“What!” He winked playfully at you.
“Shut up!”
“Awfully rude to say to someone who’s taking care of you.” He threw the rag on the opposite side of the room and kissed your temple.
“Cmon Y/N,” he reached out his hand. “Come lay down with me.”
You took his hand graciously and let him lead you to the side of the bed that was already slightly messed up due to your occupancy before he disturbed it. You laid down fully and allowed him to tuck you into the white bedding of the hotel bed. He placed a kiss softly on your forehead and leaned over to switch off the lamp next to you.
You were engulfed in the dark, minus the little light from one of the plugs across the room.
“Wait! Jakey..” You sat up as you heard him walk across the room.
“What's wrong Clover?”
“Please,” you said softly. “Please don’t leave me.”
You felt the sheets pull back next to you and the bed dip with his weight. You laid back down against the pillow and waited for him to get adjusted.
“C'mere lovey.” Jake's soft voice cut through the silent room. You scooted over to his side of the bed and found his arms already played open for you, welcoming your body against his. He tucked you under his chin, the scent of his cologne radiating off of his sweaty skin. The feeling of his heartbeat against your nose.
“Get some sleep Clover, I don’t want you all crabby tomorrow.”
“Shut up Jake.” You both giggled.
September 11th
STARCATCHER
Washington D.C.
When you awoke in the morning, the sun was already peering through the curtains in the hotel room giving a soft glow to the walls around you. You stretched slightly and felt a slight ache in your muscles to which you grimaced.
You were reminded of last night's late events and you quickly turned over to find your bed empty.
Immediate disappointment radiated through your chest and your fear that something went wrong plagued your mind.
Of course he wouldn’t stay with you. Of course he couldn’t stay with you.
You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and turned over in search of your phone that was lost amongst the tangled sheets. It was show day, you had to make sure you weren’t running late. Sitting up in bed for a moment you immediately noticed the scent of Jake’s cologne now embedded onto your skin and in your hair. You took a moment to run your fingers through one side of your hair and subconsciously lifted a few strands to your nose and breathed in. The smoky amber and bergamot invading your senses.
You ran your hands along the sheets and along the edges of your pillows in search of your phone, which proved to be successful. You clicked your screen alive, 9:34 AM.
Shit. Shit! You were so late…
You scrambled out of bed and completed a half ass morning routine, grabbing a single granola bar on the way out of your hotel room door. You couldn’t focus on anything else, not even what had occurred between you and Jake as your hands shook trying to reach out to one of the runners to come get you and take you to the venue. You had never, ever been late getting to the venue the morning of a show and of course it was the night after you hooked up with the lead guitarist.
Arriving at the venue about 20 minutes later, you ran up to Rose immediately who looked slightly displeased with you and gathered her list of a few things to gather for the day. You had made your way to Jake’s dressing room, following the labeled songs from the team along the hallways and let out a soft breath as you pushed through the door.
You dropped your bag off on one of the chairs and made eye contact with Jake across the room, the tension and anxiety in your chest easing slightly as you acknowledged that you were with your comfort person.
“You snuck out this morning,” you smirked, a playful tone hinting in your voice.
“Uh, yeah,” Jake paused, his lips forming a tight line.“Listen, Y/N..”
Your heart dropped instantly in your chest at the tone of his voice and lack of nickname he used to frequently with you. This wasn’t good..
You felt your heart skip a beat, the sweat beginning to pour from your palms, the-..
“Hey Y/N?” Nick popped his head into the room, hand gripping the side of the door. “Can I speak with you for a moment?”
Your heart sank even further, this couldn’t be good. You had a keen sense for the tone of people’s voice, their body language, blame it on your past experiences I guess. And this was a double whammy.
“Uh, yeah sure.” You followed him closely, not a word spoken between the two of you as you followed him into an isolated room and he closed the door.
“Listen, these conversations are never easy,”
Your heart sped up as he crossed his arms and leaned against a table opposite from where you were standing. “Would you like to fill me in on what’s going on with Jake?”
For a moment you were confused, had he been acting differently? Was there something you were supposed to report back?
It finally clicked.
“What do you mean?” This couldn’t be true.
“What I mean is, someone has filled me in that Jake was leaving your hotel room at 5 am this morning. Care to elaborate?”
Fuck.
The room suddenly became a blur. You indeed, had been caught. Your mouth opened for a moment but you had no idea how to cover up what had happened, you knew your face turning beat red was giving you away by the second.
“Jake just needed something last minute he-..had called me and requested that I-..”
“You can save the excuses,” Nick held up a hand and you shut your mouth real quick. Your heartbeat is still loudly pounding in your ears. “I will only say this once. This is your first and final warning. If I or anyone else catches you with Jake alone past your normal hours without my knowledge either prior to or if you need to “assist him” late at night, I will be sending you on a plane home the very next day. Do we understand each other?”
Your head bowed. How could you have been so stupid to let yourself get caught. This could end your career that you had been working so hard on building.
“I understand.”
“Great,” Nick uncrossed his arms and walked towards the door holding it open for you. “I will be keeping a close eye Y/N.”
You exited the room and it felt like your world came crashing down on you all of a sudden. Your chest felt tight as you tried to take a deep breath and calm yourself down. You couldn’t believe you had let things go as far as they did, you barely even knew Jake when you really thought about it. Why did you let it go this far…and he just, left? Was he thinking the same thing? Were you just some random hook up to him? You felt like you were just an easy target..
You turned the corner and made your way back to Jake’s dressing room, intent on grabbing your things and making haste to one of the runner so you could get the fuck out and do your job. You wanted to make yourself sparse from anyone, especially Jake who had clearly started to act weird towards you. You hated that the first thought in your head had been the realization that of course he would be acting weird after hooking up. That's probably all he wanted from you in the first place…You knew he was busy with his tech at the moment so he wouldn’t be in his greenroom right now. You definitely had the ability to sneak out for the day until you got close to soundcheck.
You dipped into the dressing room and closed the door behind you taking a moment to close your eyes and let out the breath you had been holding, head thudding against the back of the door. You were thankful for a moment of peace…
“Uh, can I help you?”
A voice rang out from across the room. Your eyes snapped open at the sound of a woman’s voice. You made eye contact with a short brunette sitting on a stool not far from where you were standing.
Who the hell..?
You had suddenly found your voice after a moment, “Who are you? Do you have a pass?”
The mystery woman snapped her gum out of clear annoyance and she pulled a pass card from her hip, “Clearly, who are you?”
“I’m Y/N, I’m Jake’s assistant.”
You watched as she looked you up and down, “Mmm.” She hummed and snapped her gum before turning her attention back to her phone. “Can you go find him for me? Hes been gone a little while and left me waiting for a bit.”
“Okay but who are-“
“Do you understand English?” Mystery bitch snapped. “Go. Find. Jake.”
You couldn’t handle this. Not after that conversation with Nick. You spun out the door quickly as you could after grabbing your backpack in the corner. You desperately needed a moment alone. And to hell with finding Jake you needed to steer clear of him at this point. You needed clarity and you needed to ground yourself just for a moment outside.
Your eyes started welling up with tears as your emotions began to overwhelm your system. You panicked a bit, you needed a moment of fucking peace. Unfortunately for you, Jake had spotted you from across the hall. He had been talking to Scott and while you two didn’t get a chance to finish your conversation from earlier, he gave you a curt smile. His expression quickly turned into a frown as he realized that you were upset and you realized he had abandoned his conversation and quickly began to walk towards you. “Y/N?”
Fuck. Get away from him. Get away now.
You turned a corner and then another corner and then another, hoping that Jake eventually wouldn't be able to see where you had dipped off so quickly. You could still hear him calling your name, trying to push past people and curtains and crates to get to you. His voice finally sounded like it had disappeared just as the first tear fell from your right eye and you unfortunately had slammed into someone.
“Woah!”
Sammy.
He gripped your shoulders to steady you and immediately you felt the tears begin to pour out of your eyes streaming down your cheeks at a rapid rate. “Y/N! What’s wrong?!”
“There’s a girl,” you try to swallow but nothing was going down. “In-in Jake’s dressing room, I don’t know who she is but she has a pass. I'm just confused because I haven’t seen her, but I don’t know. I think I’m just-..She just caught me off guard and I’m just feeling overwhelmed and the moment and I just needed some fresh air an-..”
“Woah slow down Y/N, what does she look like?” Sam’s fingers gripped your shoulders a little tighter.
“Long brown hair, pretty..”
“Oh shit,” He paused, the hands that were gripping your shoulders fell to his sides. “Jake’s girlfriend must be here…”
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#diary#personal#...im really irrationally pissed off and about something very dumb.#i just dont like my things compared to something else bc i will think of said thing every time i look at my thing#and im just wondering if i should return the thing i just bought.#like. i know at least part of this is like pms but i wanna cry or hit myself or something.#self harm#im not happy. i dont wanna exist rn and deal with all this.#mn. i dont wanna get up i dont wanna work i regret showing them and i hate myself for it.#im stupid. why'd i even bother. and then i get upset when any normal person wouldnt bc its been contaminated in my head#like. dont comment on or touch my stuff!!! i hate these big fucking stories and im so upset#but bc its something no one would understand i have to work through it on my own and not mention it to anyone.#and ill just be upset and pissy till i move on.#like. ik ill just create a huge conflict if i mention anything. ik they wont sympathize. ik its not rational. but im very upset#ugh. i feel lik this is gonna easily trigger a meltdown or something.#ik most of this rn is hormones. this is why i hate being off t. periods and the like fuck up my already fucked brain chemistry#im not happy. i have nothing to read. nothing to do. i dont wanna make food. i cant make coffee today. im just rly upset.#i wish i knew someway to work through shit like this. but i dont. bc if i do some of the normal shit ill get even more angry and upset#this is why im so secretive tho!!! i love getting excited about things but a single comment can ruin it for me.#and now everything isnt special anymore. and now i want to get rid of it all.#i sometimes wish i was dead. like seriously. a human doesnt function like this. im basically one giant fucking mistake#suicidal ideation
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crossed wires, ch.2. m!spiderman!reader x civilian!scara. friends to lovers, childhood friends. 2.6k words. warnings: a car almost hits someone, no one is hurt. read ch.1/the teaser here. and remember to leave feedback if you enjoyed!
there’s quiet chatter in the blindingly bright classroom of his morning lecture. the professor is filing through papers in his office a room over, so students are free to flit from one table to the next and examine the different instruments organized for the laboratory.
he takes a seat in the chair at a table farthest from the door, a good distance from the board. it used to be an issue – just last year he was squinting to make out little letters on a powerpoint slide – but now, his gaze is crystal clear. must’ve gone to the campus café together, he notices, eyes glancing at the neighboring table of pre-med sorority girls sipping through straws while trading their phones around.
“i don’t think i’d be into him if i could see his face,” one says, passing a phone back. “like, not to sound shallow…”
her friend pulls her hair back into a pony, shrugging, “so what if you can or can’t see his face? either way, he’s still spiderman.”
“what if he’s bald?” the third one asks, scrolling to another video of the hero taken from the night before.
“some bald people are cute!” the other girl protests. “and he’s better than anyone on your roster,” she says, earning a laugh and a smack to her shoulder.
and despite them paying him no mind, he shrinks into his seat, embarrassed. he keeps an eye and an ear out, though, unable to staunch his own curiosity. he hadn’t had time this morning to see the videos the public managed to catch. the haphazard stop of a grand theft auto almost escalated into a sticky car chase with him attached to the trunk, flying in the wind like a piece of paper.
“i would let him,” the first girl admits. “unless he’s like, over forty.”
“that would make it even better,” one of them giggles.
“what are you staring at?” a familiar voice cuts through his eavesdropping and he tilts his head to the side just before scara can shove him forward, evading the playful blow. “how do you always manage to do that?”
“‘cause i know you so well,” he says, not looking up. “good morning, scara.”
“yeah, hey,” scara mumbles while pulling out the seat beside him. “signora texted me this morning saying she’s using one of her free skips and childe’s traveling for a varsity game.”
“so… we’re alone?” he tries not to sound too excited.
“for lecture and lab, yeah. it’s in pairs anyway. they’ll have to make it up together.”
a yelp from the table over startles them both as one of the girls fights her friends for her phone back in a fit of giggles. he tears his eyes away from them and looks to scara, pulling out materials for class.
“hey…” he bids and scara hums expectantly. “how do you feel about spiderman?” he rubs the back of his neck. “i heard them talking about him earlier…”
scara raises an eyebrow. “what about him?”
“like,” he blows air, “would you consider yourself like, i dunno, a fan?”
“do you?”
he chews his lip. “i-i guess?”
scara nods slowly and shrugs. “hmn.”
“what?”
“don’t really have an opinion. i haven’t thought about it.” scara’s pause stretches into seconds before he opens his mouth again. he likes to make people wait for him. “i guess if it’s one guy… it’s nice that he can protect people from like… i dunno, freak evil scientist shit,” scara says. “vigilante shit is weird. i’ll think about it more.”
“mn. i didn’t really mean morally,” he says, twisting the string of his hoodie around his finger.
“then how did you mean it?” scara asks, tapping the tip of his capped pen against his lips.
“do you think he’s… like…” he asks. “you know…”
scara’s lip puckers like he’s tasted something sour. “are you into him?” he asks like lightning.
“i asked first.”
“i haven’t looked hard enough.”
“fine, then me neither.”
scara laughs, crossing his arms. “yeah right, you’ve totally got spiderman underwear, maybe some toys to match,” he says, rolling his eyes.
“i do not!” his voice cracks with indignation. “he’s not my type at all.”
embers burn in scara’s heart, pumping hot blood to his face and turning it pink. he props his chin up with his hand, head firmly turned. “and what’s your type?” he mumbles, muffled through his fingers.
but the professor strides into the room. the chatter stalls as he readies his powerpoint and podium before staring expectantly at the clock to strike eight on the dot. textbooks slam onto the table, laptops open, pens and pencils hit paper – their conversation lost in biology.
~
he hands scara a pair of forceps, opening and closing his mouth like a fish while a question bounces around his mind a few times.
“you look stupid,” scara says, catching him in the periphery.
“i like people smarter than me,” he blurts. “a-and… mean to me. what do you like?”
scara blinks.
“still on this?” he asks, blasé concealing how his hands falter.
“don’t squeeze too hard,” his labmate says with his way of twisting a command into the whisper of a suggestion. at anyone else’s correction, irritation would pickle scara’s mood.
“are those your only qualifications?” scara snaps.
he blinks. “should i have more?”
“lots of girls are smarter than you,” he points out. “your iq’s not anything special, anyway.”
“i said people?”
“what?”
“i said people smarter than me,” he says.
scara swallows hard, looking up to meet confusion written in those eyes. “oh.” he mumbles, heart slamming uncomfortably hard against his ribcage. “…then even more people are smarter than you.”
“but not a lot of people are mean to me,” he points out, reaching over to turn the burner off before their solution bubbles over. “not like it makes a difference, anyway,” he says with a decorative smile. “because maybe the people mean to me aren’t very smart at all.”
if he didn’t know any better, scara might think he was flirting. “maybe,” he blurts, nervousness ballooning in his throat.
“so, you didn’t know?”
“know what?” he snaps, blush blooming.
“people not girls.”
“you don’t talk about it,” scara points out. “you’re secretive about… that.” he always has been, dodging truth or dare at middle school sleepovers and avoiding drinking games at high school parties like he’s afraid he’ll admit something or kiss the wrong person.
“so, you thought i was off the table?” he teases with a half-smile.
well, yeah. scara’s only ever seen him with a girl before. he remembers, the colors still vibrant and the shapes still sharp, unlocking their cramped first-year dorm without warning only to catch him tussling teeth and tongue with his half-sister, mona. scara’s mouth twitches into the ghost of a grimace in the wake of the resurfaced memory.
this time, scara successfully pushes him away, but he’s giggling as he takes stumbling steps back.
he can’t deny how revolutionary the admission is. they’d somehow veered into a timeline where the weed of affection growing a woody stem in scara’s stomach could blossom. maybe he could even pluck it as it grows up his throat and hand it to the boy next to him. and maybe he wouldn’t sneer. maybe he might quite like it, think it nice and keep it in a vase.
a part of scara hopes he might have a type. that type. smarter than him, sure. mean to him, of course. with dark hair, blunt bangs, and maybe… ugh.
“i can’t believe you kissed my sister,” scara mutters under his breath.
“i-i, what? where is this coming from?” he squeaks back, throwing a pair of hands into the air. “that was, like, years ago and it— you know what? you keep dodging my questions,” he accuses.
scara rolls his eyes, scissors slicing fine white lines of paper into test strips.
“so, what kind of people do you like?”
“i like guys dumber than me, obviously,” scara mumbles. nice to me, he thinks to himself. “maybe someone funny. i don’t know.”
and this time, in his periphery, he catches sight of a bit back smile, lips stretched over hidden teeth. “spiderman’s your type, then?”
“i wouldn’t know,” scara grumbles at the reintroduction. like the arrival of a rival, he bitterly reflects. “maybe he’s yours. i don’t care for celebrities.”
“fine,” he draws out the syllable, almost annoyed. a hand pushes scara’s shoulder as he dips the test strips into the solution, knocking him a step to the left and interrupting his ministrations. pressure builds like steam in the teakettle of scara’s little body, but before he can open his mouth to admonish, his labmate is staring at his phone.
“gotta use the bathroom. might take awhile. feels explosive,” he mumbles, body moving to catch up with how faraway his mind has already run. like a flash, it happened.
and scara grabs his wrist before he can take a second step.
“you’re lying,” he says, eyes a little wide as if he’s surprised with himself… surprised by the motion sickness surging from the unpredictable swings between giddy excitement to sharp frustration to sluggish disappointment.
the boy looks from scara’s hold, tight enough to cut off circulation, to his eyes. surprise mirrors surprise. his mouth opens, but this time, nothing comes out.
scara looks away. he pulls away. he makes himself smaller. “whatever. just go. fuck off.”
he walks away without a word.
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he sips from a juicebox while mentally mapping his patrol route for the rainy afternoon on his walk home from classes. he couldn’t make it back from the corner store robbery before the end of biology and he winces when he remembers the look on scara’s face. guilty conscience manipulates his fingers into sending another apology text that’s delivered but never read. maybe if he finishes the report before scara opens the document, his haughty prince will forgive him.
muscle memory takes him up a staircase, fingers fishing a ring of keys from his pocket to unlock a heavy 19th century door. it swings open on rusty hinges, screaming loud enough to inspire ghost stories at least three floors down. he gives a tentative hello to his aunt, smoke billowing from the kitchen as may disassembles the beeping alarm dangling from the ceiling. she gives him an apologetic smile and he rolls up his sleeves to open rusted-shut windows, fanning for a moment before she shoos his help away.
he holes up in his bedroom, keeping a careful ear listening till minutes later, like clockwork, he hears a goodbye followed by the heavy door swinging closed with another awful groan. after double-checking the stove to avoid another building fire, he’s ready to exit.
patrol is slow. between stopping a simple collision and rescuing a cat from a tree, nothing calls his immediate attention. and now, he sits in wait. the sky looks heavy, but not exhausted — just tired enough to droop. he blinks rain from the eyes of his mask, thinking to himself how useful it might be to have doc ock’s personal phone number so the guy could shoot him a text when he’s on the move. until he catches sight of an achingly pretty face amongst a sea of multi-colored umbrellas.
it isn’t stalking, he thinks to himself as he sticks close to the wall across the narrow street, unspotted by pedestrians below. just curiosity. making sure he’s safe. scara disappears into a flower shop. a few minutes later, he blossoms from the door holding a small bouquet of baby’s breath and a single carnation, eyes glued to his phone as he takes a stumbling step forward onto the sidewalk.
he smiles, a big tenderness swelling in his chest as he imagines himself wrapping an arm around scara’s shoulders to steady his gait.
until there’s an eerie tingle singing up the back of his neck.
the sound of a taxi hitting the brakes after a sharp turn echoes between buildings. tires hydroplane across slick city streets and the yellow cab hurtles over the curb like a speed bump, giving scara a single second between looking up and being hit by two tons of metal.
webs have shot out and stuck to the back of the car. the force of his superhuman pull, leveraged by swinging around a telephone pole and a streetlight, brings the taxi to a screeching halt just a hair’s length away from where scara stands.
some onlookers offer a quick cheer as spiderman jumps down onto the sidewalk before returning to busy lives, but a few linger to watch and film the superhero skitter over to the boy standing stock still in front of the car, frozen in shock.
“are you okay?” he asks, hands reach scara’s shoulders just before he’s shoved off with alien strength — shocked into the realization that he is a complete stranger.
he takes a step back and lets his eyes flit to the taxi to check if the occupants are okay. the driver’s stumbling out, unharmed and apologetic as he surveys the damage to his vehicle.
the hero’s attention snaps back to scara when he stutters, “s-sorry.” he’s white-knuckling the bouquet in his hands, stems broken.
spiderman clears his throat, coughs once or twice as he tries to drop his pitch, “your flowers,” he says. scara shakes his head like he’s coming to and looks down, quickly loosening his grip. “that was scary,” he supplies.
scara swallows hard. “yeah,” he manages. “holy shit. um, thanks,” he bows his head with gratitude. “yeah, thank you,” he repeats a bit firmer.
“no problem,” he says, devoid of all usual disarming charm as his mind conjures a world where he took a minute longer during lunch or made a left instead of a right on the boulevard.
actually, he almost throws up.
scara walks off.
he stares after him, legs moving to catch up quicker than his thoughts can.
scara glances to his right and almost jumps. “w-what? why are you following me? did i forget something?” he slows down, almost to a stop. he looks around at the eyes glued to their interaction, spotting a few phones pointed their way.
“yeah, my number,” he jokes, the delivery falling flat, tripping over the crack in his voice.
scara’s face twists in confusion. “what?”
“a-actually, i can’t give you that,” he stutters. “sorry. it’s just, that was scary. and i was worried and i’m still worried. like, i’m shaking,” he says, raising a hand to show scara the tremor. “but maybe that’s ‘cause you’re really, like, totally beautiful.” oh my god, shut the fuck up, he thinks to himself in a panic. “that’s not what i meant, sorry. wait, i do mean that. you are beautiful. that’s not the point, though, i wanted to make sure that… you’re okay? because if i’m like this, how do you feel? you know?”
he spoke so much for so long that, at the end of his stream of consciousness, the street somehow feels quiet despite the bustle.
with wide eyes, scara tries to placate. “i-i’m okay. thanks to you,” he offers, uncertainty dripping from the words.
“good!” he chirps, clasping his hands together. “okay, yeah. good.”
scara shies away from the superhero and his onslaught of audience attention as pedestrians rubberneck. “i’m gonna… go now,” he says, slowly backing away with another nod.
“right!” spiderman says, “yeah, be safe! safe-r, i guess…” he calls after scara as he’s swallowed by raincoats and umbrellas. stupid, stupid, stupid, he thinks to himself. even superhero status can’t save the idiot he becomes in front of indigo eyes.
the small crowd descends, a courageous few opening the avenue to a few lucky celebrity selfies. ugh, he always has a hard time saying no.
#scaramouche x reader#wanderer x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#i tried to incorporate prev criticisms tbh LOL#i think i avoided using a name placeholder for reader entirely this time around#ch 3 is almost written tbh it just needs heavy editing#guys it literally gets kind of angsty#anyway i really hope you like this i spent a lot of time on it#and i would love if someone left a comment or an ask#:3#its my first time writing scarafic in foreveeervevevrrr#as we know#tbh#the absence has been sorely felt
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Birthday Event: My Beloved
Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors. This is a rough translation.
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Mitsuki asked me when my birthday was, and I told her I didn't know. As a result, I recounted a scene from the royal family in the past.
My birthday was something I didn't pay much attention to and just went along with, but Mitsuki seemed to see it in a different way.
Mitsuki: "I made a bento box today. Look!"
Drake: "Wow, that's impressive."
My stomach growled as Mitsuki opened the picnic basket, loaded with delicious dishes.
Mitsuki: "I made various dishes since you like both meat and fish. There's also a thick-cut bacon baguette sandwich, cheese-salmon quiche, and pudding!"
Drake: "Really? Haha, I'm looking forward to it."
Drake: "I don't get to enjoy your cooking as often as I used to, so I'm going to enjoy it with all my heart."
Mitsuki: "Sure! Please enjoy."
I clasped my hands and reached for the baguette sandwich.
Drake: "By the way, Mitsuki, do you like picnics?"
(I'm glad I get to eat her cooking, and it's nice to have a fun first date as lovers, but...)
She was acting kind of strangely excited, so I couldn't help but wonder about it.
Mitsuki: "Not really, but..."
(Is there something else?)
She paused for a moment, then stared at me before speaking.
Mitsuki: "I really went all out today 'cause we're celebrating."
Drake: "We're celebrating?"
Mitsuki: "Yup. It might not be as fancy as those royal parties, but I really wanted to throw a birthday party for you. So, happy birthday!"
Drake: "-----!"
Drake: "Could it be that today is September 7th?"
Mitsuki: "Hehe, that's right."
I finally understood why Mitsuki was so excited.
(Come to think of it, she's probably pretty worried about me after all that talk.)
Especially since she was such a kind-hearted person.
Drake: "Sorry, but I just randomly picked that date on a whim in the past."
She shook her head when I said that.
Mitsuki: "No, it's fine. I'm glad there was a reason to celebrate. But you know, I don't think the date matters."
Mitsuki: "I'm just happy you're here with me, even if I don't know your actual birthday."
Mitsuki: "So, happy birthday. Thank you for being born."
Mitsuki: "That's what I wanted to convey."
Drake: ".........."
(She's so happy that I'm here and is celebrating me.)
At that moment, a faint memory of "happy birthday" and "thank you" from the past crossed my mind.
(Oh, right. I think someone said something like that to me a long time ago.)
Mitsuki: "Today's celebration isn't about taking advantage of the Queen's birthday or showing consideration for your friends. It's purely for you."
Drake: "Just for me?"
Throughout my life, I had only really cared about my birthday during that party. But now, receiving such genuine feelings felt strangely special and embarrassingly heartwarming.
Drake: "Alright, I understand."
Drake: "You've gone through all this trouble, so I'll celebrate it with all my heart."
With that declaration, she smiled, and I took a bite of the sandwich she had prepared.
Drake: "Mmm, it's delicious!"
The voice I unintentionally let out sounded like that of an excited child.
(I don't want to send her home yet.)
Following that selfish emotion, I invited her to the Seine River after sunset.
I sat behind her and embraced her as I observed her expression.
Mitsuki: "It's beautiful."
(Mn, just as I expected.)
She was mesmerized by the city lights reflected in her eyes.
Mitsuki: "I always love the view from your boat."
Drake: "Mhm. Even when I first took you on a boat ride at night, your eyes were sparkling."
Mitsuki: "Hehe, you see right through me. Thank you, Drake."
Drake: "That's my line, you know."
I rested my chin on her shoulder and hugged her tightly.
Drake: "I was really happy today. Thank you, Mitsuki."
Drake: "Wait, just saying thanks doesn't seem like enough."
Drake: "I wanted to do something that would make you happy, so I brought you to this place."
(Although it may not be enough to match the feelings she gave me.)
As I reflected on this day, old memories resurfaced once again.
Drake: "Hey, lil' fawn. Your celebration today made me remember something."
Mitsuki: "What is it?"
Drake: "My friends congratulated me and thanked me at that party."
(I remembered it thanks to her words.)
That was during the Queen's birthday party.
------------Flashback------------
Crewmate 1: "Captain, when is your actual birthday?"
Drake: "I honestly don't remember. I can't even recall the season."
Crewmate 1: "I see. Well, as long as we can drink, every day could be your birthday, Captain!"
Drake: "Haha! Geez. You were so shy just a moment ago, but now you're all in high spirits."
I laughed heartily, and one of my crewmates offered me a glass of wine.
Crewmate 2: "We'll celebrate two, no, three, no, four birthdays if needed."
Crewmate 2: "You showed us that sailing could be fun and that even pirates can compete with royalty. We're glad we followed you, Captain."
Drake: "You guys..."
Crewmate 2: "I know it's an impromptu birthday, but Happy Birthday, Captain. Thank you for leading us!"
---------Flashback Ends---------
(We raised our glasses again, laughed, and made a fuss.)
Now that I remember, those days were so bright that it hurt my eyes.
I never expected that my heart would be painted with despair after the betrayal that followed.
Drake: "Mitsuki, I'm not willing to be betrayed by someone I trust like you are."
Drake: "But the days I spent having fun and the trust they showed by calling me Captain, I think it's safe to believe that those feelings back then were undoubtedly genuine."
(I'm still not used to saying words like 'believe' myself.)
I couldn't find more fitting words. Besides, I didn't mind feeling this way now.
Mitsuki: "You're right. The feelings that existed between you and your comrades were definitely genuine."
Mitsuki: "I believed that too."
I felt my cheeks relax naturally as she spun the same thoughts.
(She's the one who taught me these feelings.)
(She's really amazing.)
An overwhelming feeling welled inside me as I held her in my arms.
Drake: "Alright, it's settled."
Drake: "I'll officially make September 7 my birthday."
Mitsuki: "Okay! I'll celebrate it next year and the year after."
Drake: "Haha, you're getting ahead of yourself. Today isn't over yet, you know?"
Drake: "I know I'm being greedy, but can I ask for one more present?"
Mitsuki: "Of course! You can ask me anything."
I peeked behind her, and she nodded with a smile.
Mitsuki: "Oh, but depending on what it is, I might not be able to give it today."
Drake: "It's okay. It's something you can give right away."
I traced my finger over Mitsuki's soft lips as if to tell her that it was an unnecessary worry.
Perhaps sensing my desire, she took a small breath.
Mitsuki: "Ah, Drake..."
Drake: "Remember when you asked me what I wanted the other day?"
Mitsuki: "Yes. Back then, you teasingly said you wanted me."
Drake: "My answer is still the same."
(A cute, beautiful girl and my destiny.)
(You're someone I can feel like I belong with now.)
Drake: "I want you no matter what."
(I want only you, Mitsuki.)
As I gazed at her, Mitsuki returned my intense stare and smiled gently.
Mitsuki: "Sure. I'll give myself to you, Francis."
Mitsuki: "Because I'm yours and yours alone."
Drake: "I love you, Mitsuki."
Feeling content, I gently pressed my lips against hers, savoring her warmth.
Mitsuki: "Francis, ah...nnn..."
(Being gentle alone is not enough.)
I parted her lips with my tongue and invaded her mouth.
Our tongues danced together, and she let out a muffled moan.
(Damn it, you're so adorable.)
Her desperate response to the kiss only fueled my desire.
Mitsuki: "Mmm... Francis...?"
I traced my fingers from her belly to her chest and started undoing the buttons of her blouse.
The bloodlust began to show itself, turning me into a fierce beast.
Drake: "Mitsuki."
Drake: "Can I continue beyond this point?"
Suppressing my growing desire, I let my fingertips trail along her delicate neck, and she trembled faintly in my arms.
Mitsuki: "It's okay. You can bite me."
Mitsuki: "Take me even deeper."
Drake: "Mitsuki…"
With her permission, my impulses accelerated.
(My body feels hot.)
(I won't be satisfied until I have more than just your blood.)
Following the desires that emerged from the depths of my heart, I brought my lips closer to her skin.
Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Premium End ╎ Epilogue
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So since the party has decided to split itself so that they can explore more and possibly gain more trust with the Volition, I was wondering how you think Matthew might structure this? Are we going MN Happy Fun Ball (running from Trent) where we keep everyone at the table but focus on the smaller groups one at a time? Is it going to take more than one episode to resolve both quests, possibly splitting the players and putting guests in (another Solstice) ? Also, what do you think is going to happen with the Fearne team, in connection to, hopefully, running into Zathuda, like, I'm all for Fearne/Ashley to get some big spotlight time and more UnSeelie info, but we really don't understand why he "made" her or why he's been going after her, right? Is she some kind of piece for a puzzle we don't fully know about yet? I honestly can't remember if that has been answered. Sorry if it has.
My suspicion is more Happy Fun Ball/Plane of Fire Mighty Nein strategy because the party will be able to telepathically communicate for the first hour (and uh, possibly longer if they continue to not always recall how long Telepathic Bond lasts. Which, I should note, I do not remotely mind, JOYLESS RULES LAWYER STICK-UP-THEIR-ASSES SHUT UP I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT).
I also don't know their production schedule, but there was no guarantee the party would split nor which missions they would choose. I think having guests would be an extremely tight turnaround. It's not impossible but I wouldn't personally count on it, and so you may as well have the full table.
As for Zathuda: we kind of did get an answer re: Fearne that makes sense to me. The goal of everyone involved in this plot leading up to the 843 Apogee Solstice was to get as many Ruidusborn as possible, in order to get as many Exaltants as possible. It's a numbers game. Now, we still, as far as I know, don't have the full picture of what Exaltants are specifically needed for, nor exactly why the Unseelie Court got on board with the whole Moon Plot initially since it seems like a lot of tedious, painful work with people they don't like just to oust Sehanine. I also don't think Zathuda's even been putting in a lot of effort to go after Fearne. Yu was only there for the Moontide Crown and didn't seem to be at all aware that Fearne was important. Like, I suspect Zathuda figured out somehow she was just garden-variety Ruidusborn and stopped caring. I'm excited for her to get a confrontation, but I'm not expecting a ton of answers from that specific mission. I could be wrong! But I think this will just be an opportunity for Fearne to get to have some violent catharsis and maybe get a little Unseelie Court Involvement Lore; I think Team Infiltration will be the ones getting more information about the larger plot.
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Happily Ever After Part 2...................
(warnings: none, just pure fluff🥰)
You sat there looking at your reflection in the mirror as the hair dresser finished styling your hair. You wanted to keep it simple so it was half up half down style with a soft wave flowing through it. You did your own make up, you didn't want anything too dramatic so kept it light like a barely there kinda look.
Your dress was a lace bodice with the skirt flaring out from your waist down. You weren't one for wearing heels, you always felt like Bambi on ice. So you went with a simple white sandle with lace detail for the strap.
You were putting the finishing touches to your make up when Becca came up behind you "you nearly ready y/n, the bridesmaids are all set so they're just waiting on me and you".
Becca had been your best friend since you were little and since your father wasn't around anymore and your mom couldn't make it you had asked her to walk you down the 'aisle' to Jensen. It was an emotional moment to say the least but she felt honoured you asked her.
The sun beamed down on the quaint garden where you and Jensen were getting married. The air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers, and the sound of laughter and joy drifted through the air. Your heart raced as you clutched your gown, nerves mixing with an overwhelming excitement.
Jensen stood at the altar, his eyes fixed on the path where you would soon walk towards him. He couldn't contain his smile, his heart bursting with love for the woman he was about to marry.
As you walked down the aisle, you stole a glance at Jensen, feeling a mix of happiness and nerves. The ceremony was beautiful, filled with heartfelt vows and promises. As the guests cheered, You and Jensen stole a moment alone. Your heart raced as you looked into Jensen's eyes, you took a deep breath.
"Jay, there's something I need to tell you," you said, your voice trembling. Jensen's brow furrowed in concern. "What is it, Y/n? You can tell me anything."
You took his hand and placed it on your abdomen, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm pregnant, Jensen." Jensen's eyes widened in surprise, and then a radiant smile spread across his face. "Are you serious y/n, you're pregnant, really?"
You nodded at him as he embraced you in a hug "you're not angry with me?" You asked him. He pulled back from the hug to look you deep in your eyes "why the hell would I be angry, we're having a baby y/n, a mini you and me" he kissed you hard "god i can't wait to tell everyone".
You froze after those words and pulled him back as he started to walk away. "Can we just keep this between us for now, please?". He looked at you, his eyes furrowed "of course sweetheart, we can tell them when you're ready" he kissed your forehead and you both made your way to the reception.
After all the toasts and speeches were made, some quite hilarious thanks to Jared Rob Benedict and Richard Speight Jr, you and Jensen made your way to the dancefloor for your first dance as husband and wife. Jensen had asked you if he could choose your first dance song, you told him you didn't mind what he picked. As you walked onto the dance floor Jensen twirled you settling you into his arms. The song began to play and you recognised it immediately....
I swear to you I will always be there for you,
There's nothing I won't do,
I promise you all my life I will live for you,
We will make it through, Forever we will be,
Together you and me,
Mn when I hold you nothing can compare,
With all my heart you know I'll always be,
Right there, I believe in us,
Nothing else could ever mean so much,
You're the one I trust,
The next part Jensen lifted your head from his chest so he could look you directly in your eyes...........
Our time has come,
We're not two people,
Now we're one, yeah you're second to none,
Forever we will be,
Together, A family,
The more I get to know ya,
Nothing can compare,
With all of my heart you know I'll always be right there.
Forever we will be, Together just you and me,
The more I get to know you, The more I really care,
With all my heart you know I'll always be,
And you know I really love you,
Nothing can compare,
For all of my life you know I'll always be right there.
You both stood there on the dance floor still swaying side to side after the song had finished and the music became more upbeat. You pulled Jensen down for a kiss "that was the perfect song, thank you Jay" you said as tears started to run down your cheek. He swiped his thumbs gently over your cheeks placing a delicate kiss to the tip of your nose " I chose that song because that is exactly how I feel about you y/n, I will spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you, and our little peanut" he hugged you once more before you were both pulled away from one another by friends and family wanting to hug you and wish you congratulations.
As the sun nestled below the horizon, casting a gentle glow upon the landscape, You and Jensen stood hand in hand as husband and wife. Your wedding day had been nothing short of magical – a whirlwind of laughter, tears, and love. Now, with the festivities behind you, you and Jensen found yourselves alone in your cozy bedroom, ready to embark on a new chapter of their lives.
Your eyes sparkled with excitement as you gazed at Jensen. You couldn't believe you were finally his wife, and the thought filled your heart with warmth. Jensen's green eyes were filled with adoration as he pulled you close, his lips brushing against your forehead. Your connection was palpable, and the depth of your love was evident in every touch.
With tender care, Jensen swept you off your feet and carried you across the threshold. The room, adorned with delicate floral arrangements and candlelight, felt like a sanctuary of romance. As you set foot inside, laughter filled the air, lightening the mood as nerves turned into excitement.
Cheekily, you glanced at Jensen and whispered, "Are you ready for some wedding night fun?" Jensen grinned mischievously, replying, "Absolutely, Mrs. Ackles. Our night is just beginning."
You both kicked your shoes and let your worries melt away. The beaming smile on your face was contagious as Jensen wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a sweet embrace. With each kiss and tender touch, your love for each other grew deeper, propelled by the unbreakable bond you both had formed.
As the night meandered on, your laughter filled the room, accompanied by blissful whispers and stolen glances. You or Jensen didn't need grand gestures or lavish displays of affection in each other's arms, you both found solace and joy. The night became a dance of vulnerability and passion, where inhibitions were shed, and their souls intertwined.
The room transformed into a magical playground of shared experiences – lively but gentle pillow fights, quiet moments of reflection by the window, and playful twirls around the room. Their joy echoed in the walls, a symphony of love that celebrated their union.
Hours turned into cherished memories, as the night waned, leaving in its wake a shared sense of contentment. You and Jensen lay side by side, bodies entangled, and hearts entwined. Love enveloped you both, warming the room like a gentle embrace.
As the first rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, signaling the start of a new day, you and Jensen embraced, knowing that your love would guide you through the years to come. With wedding night memories etched in both your minds, you and Jensen were ready to face whatever challenges life threw your way, hand in hand, forever united.
I just wanna thank @magssteenkamp for the song choice. As soon as I listened to it and heard the words not gonna lie I did cry and thought it was the perfect song for these two especially the journey they've been through! So thank you 🥰
I hope you guys have enjoyed this little series as much as I enjoyed writing it! 🥰❤️ Thank you to everyone that has read it ❤️🫶🏼
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essek returning has brought out the WORST in this fandom. bell's hells bashing is back full swing and i hate it. people who harassed the creators for the c2 ending are talking about picking it up again. it sort of makes me want to trash the mn back because its so grating
honestly, even as an essek fan, im not gonna stop anti essek folk from feeling their feelings presently. from personal experience once being (a minor at the time no less) in the heart of the essek fanbase, i think many of his c2-era fans are....... some of the worst people you'll ever meet, and i do genuinely as a c2 fan with all my heart think a lot of c2-era fans should be blocked & avoided at all costs. i am deeply worried & annoyed at c2 fans who would only watch the show for him, avoid how his themes extend to bipoc/women characters in this campaign, and despise astrid again when she is his narrative foil.
all i really ask is folk give him & astrid a chance narratively, because i saw no way this story did not lead to him as he is directly responsible for ashton's situation & ludinus's leg up on the luxon, and astrid & he both deserve a chance to get a hit on the man who systemically & personally screwed their entire lives. i am deeply excited to see where this thread goes, and i know between deranged c2 fans and c3 fans who strike back at them in anger, i will have to be overjoyed mostly alone.
#van speaks#asks#look i speak from personal emotional experience so bad it went from fandom wank to real nightmare inducing trauma#just#dont engage with any returning c2 fans if you can help it#a lot of them were just fundamentally bullies who hid it behind liking gay shit#and a few were. worse#the key is moderation to the best of your ability here. please have fun. dont let this aeor arc be marred by them
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The Witcher Headcanon (Modern AU) - Game Night
Jaskier loves music. It is his career, and he spends the majority of his days listening to it, creating it, and sharing it. It's an important part of his life that he is very passionate about.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't have other interests or things that he obsesses over. He likes games in particular. He'll sit down with Geralt and the other Witchers and play some video games, a card game, or a few rounds of pool. Sometimes he'll play a board game with Geralt, Yennefer, and Ciri.
But there is one game he gets really excited about playing. He is a huge fan of D&D. He has a custom D&D table, and has made a few diroamas. And he is obsessed with collecting dice. He follows several custom dice makers on tiktok, and is constantly showing the ones that catch his eye to Geralt, but he very rarely buys any.
Everytime he goes on a tour with his band, or goes on the Path with Geralt, he always keeps an eye out for places that might sell dice. He almost always comes back empty-handed.
He could easily buy anything he wanted, being a sucessful bard, and a Viscount, but he rarely buys anything for himself. He prefers to use his money for more sensible things, like taking care of his family, and making sure his band has what it needs. And making sure he is more fashionably dressed than Valdo Marx, because f**k him!
Yennefer doesn't understand Jaskeir's obsession with the dice. The closest she can compare it to is a magpie's obsession with shiny things.
He had been so excited when Eskel had brought him a custom made set of dice that looked like they contained small galaxies. He had hugged the Witcher, then run off, doing this weird little excited goblin run. The dice had been placed in a display box, on a special shelf in his room. He would occassionally bring them out to use for special game nights.
And he doesn't just use the dice for his games. He uses them when he and Geralt can't agree on something, or to make a decision.
Yennefer cannot acurately the describe the feeling of utter dread/panic/suspicion, or Impeding Doom that twisted up her stomach every time Jaskier hands her a die and says "Yen, quick! Roll this for me!"
Yennefer: *reluctantly rolls die*
Jaskier: "20!? Thanks, Yen!" *runs to the kitchen excitedly shouting* "Geralt! Geralt, 20!"
Yennefer *sits there internally panicking* 20 what? What was the number for? Was it 20 kittens? Was it number 20 on a list of options for snacks? Was it a destination? Was it the number of grapes Jaskier was going to try to shove up his a**??? She doesn't know. All she knows is that if Geralt starts laughing, it's going to be something cringey, stupid, dangerous, or possibly all three.
She hears them giggling in the bathroom later, and someone whispering "Stop laughing, you're making them fall out!"
Yennefer bangs on the door. "Jaskier! You better not be shoving grapes up your a**!"
"I'm not!"
*muffled giggling*
Yennefer: You better not be shoving grapes up Geralt's a**!
Geralt: *muffled giggling*
Jaskier: *disappointed whine* "Awww-! D*mn it, Geralt! Now we have to start all over!"
Yennefer decides she doesn't want to know.
She doesn't really have a great deal of interest in D&D itself, but she knows just about everything there is to know about it, thanks to the weekly game nights.
She was excited at first, listening to them talk about their campaigns the following day, but when she actually sat in on a game, she found it...tedious. Their characters,on the other hand, were interesting and creative.
For example, Jaskier's character (a Bard, of course) was just a pair of hands that (at first) communicated in a combination of sign language and rude gestures, played the lute, and made sex jokes.
His character later gained the ablity to speak by making a 'talking' motion with the hands. And proceeded to talk and argue with himself, carry on an almost non-stop Statler and Waldorf running commentary, sing, and make rude/inappropriate gestures. And try to randomly poke his companions in the a**.
His favorite spell was 'Mega B*tch Slap', which he'd made up, they'd argued about, but had ended up allowing it because 'why not?'.
The world itself was interesting, but the actual quests/adventures took forever. This was mostly because they spent the majority of their time rolling to end a parade of arguments. Most of the game was spent rolling to see if one of them would be allowed to do something.
They spent an hour at an Inn, rolling to see who the barmaid liked best.
They rolled to see who the horses liked better.
They rolled to see if Lambert could start the campaign completely hammered.
They rolled to see if one of them could fight a battle bucka** nekkid
They rolled for d*ck length.
They rolled to see if Geralt was allowed to turn himself into a horse.
They rolled for Horse Geralt's d*ck length.
Yennefer discovered that there was barely a serious moment in any of their campaigns. All manner of improbable and impractical things happened. Dead Cow Balloons, Dead Elf Boogie Board, Crab Tornado, Exploding Chickens, Bag of Singing D*cks... and the she couldn't forget the most powerful weapon ever forged. The Jabbing Stick of Instant Death. It was literally just a stick with a pointy end, but one jab and it was all over.
Yennefer did find all the absurdity and unpredictability amusing, but she just didn't have the patience for all the rolling.
Which is why she volunteered to be in charge of cooking for game night. That and she was appalled when she found out what they were eating during their gaming sessions.
Yennefer had walked into the game room with some drinks, "What the h*ll are you eating?"
"Grilled Cheese Sandwiches and Tomato Soup?" Jaskier had said, casually stirring his soup.
"That's not-! Those are cheese puffs floating in, in tomato sauce!"
"I put some of that chicken powder stuff in it,"
"That's not tomato soup! Or grilled cheese!"
"But it's like tomato soup and grilled cheese." Jaskier replied.
Yennefer turned at the sound of a plastic water bottle crinkling, and saw Geralt squeeze a mushy white substance into his mouth, then follow it up with a handful of shredded cheese straight from the bag. "Geralt! What the-!"
"Baked potato," Eskel explained, shaking some instant mashed potato flakes into his water bottle, letting Geralt heat the water in it with Igni, then shaking it.
Lambert glared at her, daring her to say anything about the bowl of pizza rolls covered in so much ranch dressing that he was eating them with a spoon.
There was a soft scrape of a plastic spoon against metal. Coen was eating Spaghetii-O's right out of the can.
"You all eat like f***ing stoners!!! I'm going to make you some real food!"
From then on, Yennefer cooked for them on game nights. It was simple fare, mostly things that made her feel like she was feeding a pack of children.
Dinosaur chicken nuggets, macaroni, and cheese, hotdogs, etc. But they never complained about it. In fact, they seemed excited about the food. Especailly one dish that she discovered was their favorite.
Jaskier had walked into the kitchen for some drinks, saw the cans and the hotdogs on the counter, and gone bolting back to the game room, with an excited whoop of, "F**K YEAH, BEANIE WEENIES!!!"
Sometimes, if Jaskier hadn't been too aggravating that week, Yennefer would make tavern food for them, to kind of fit the theme of their game.
Yennefer would leave them to their game and go about her evening, then curl up with her old cat plush, Sammy, and go to sleep. Sometimes she would have to make a trip to the game room to yell at them to be quiet.
And in the morning, she was woken up by The Ritual of The Most Holy Burrito. Every morning following a game night, five grown-a** men would microwave breakfast burritos, hold them over their heads, and dance through the living room while singing every verse of the sacred hymn "Yum Yum Breakfast Burritos".
She started leaving blankets and pillows on the couch after she'd gone in one morning after a game night and found them all sleeping scattered around the room and using various items as blankets.
Lambert was using a week-old pizza box someone had forgot to throw away.
Coen was under the gaming table.
Geralt and Jaskier were using Eskel.
Yennefer had started a collection of Game Night Aftermath photos that she regularly shared with Madeleine when they would go out on their Girls Only Days.
Unless the photo was so extraordinarily humorous or adorable that she would text it to her immediately.
Like the photo of Jaskier using Eskel's a** as a pillow.
Or the picture of Geralt passed out on the game table with his tits out.
And the assorted photos of shirtless Witchers in cuddle piles
Yennefer decides that game nights aren't so bad after all.
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And then after the crush reveal, Shen Jiu hunts down OG Shang Qinghua for marriage because the rat
-atleast likes him
-has a successful "career" of a majorly underappreciated peak
-his father is successful and supports his son
-who else would want a late-starting badmouthed street urchin but a rich second gen peak heir/lord who has mediocre looks and a rat like attitude.
There is a baby trap plan somewhere in there too though he gets caught (and accepted into the family- Shen Jiu; WHAT?!) And they have a hasty wedding with a fat baby 8 months later.
Bonus+
Airplane Shang Qinghua, wiping his tears. "They grow so fast."
Mobei-jun carrying multiple artifacts in a chest-"mn." While plotting to do the same to HIS DILF.
Mobei Jun: let me PROVE to you that I make a good mate by showing you just how well I can assert dominance over your son and make him obey me like I'm his parental figure.
Airplane: *looks up from his writing*
Airplane who totally was paying attention to what was going on in the room and not daydreaming about the next addition to his Diary of a Wimpy Disciple series: Oh that's nice?
-o-o-o-o-
The babytrap plan is accidentally aided by Mobei Jun who is just SO EXCITED about a new addition to the family that he steamrolls over and starts playing mother hen/overbearing mother in law to Shen Jiu, fluttering about in worry about the baby's health.
Shang Qinghua has no room to protest - if he does, Mobei Jun is ready to put him in time out (in the Endless Abyss). Plus there's a looming sect leader (and other peak lords) who's very protective of their shizi...
Also the Cang Qiong sect: Don't worry Shen Jiu, you might be stuck with Shang Qinghua has a husband and parent of your only child, but harems are a thing and we will support you if you want a harem!
Shang Qinghua: ...
[More in the #Shen Yuan and his siblings transmigrate into PIDW and are all Cang Qiong peak lords… the previous Cang Qiong peak lords au]
#mobei jun#shang qinghua#scumbag villain self saving system#svsss au#svsss#svsss ideas#scumbag villain#scum villain#scumbag self saving system#shen jiu#shen yuan#shen qingqiu#the scum villain's self saving system#Shen Yuan and his siblings transmigrate into PIDW and are all Cang Qiong peak lords… the previous Cang Qiong peak lords au
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