Request:“hc if the boys took care of you while you were sick?”
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Josh sets off several alarms to make sure that he is giving you your medicine on time.
Every five minutes he asks if you are okay.
He would be at your bedside for as long as possible and practically bring the whole kitchen into the bedroom.
So that you wouldn’t be anxious, he would hug you and sing softly in your ear.
“Are you feeling better? Do you need anything?” You smile lying on his chest. “I’m already getting better, baby.” Josh sighs softly and runs his fingers through your hair. “Are you sure?” He asks 10 seconds later. “Josh!”
Jake
Jake hates to see you sick but definitely loves to take care of you.
He would cook your favorite meals.
The two of you would spend hours lying on the couch reading books and playing with each other’s hair.
Any effort you made, Jake would complain and say that you needed rest.
You would have to beg Jake to stop kissing you so much or he would end up getting sick too.
“JAKE! You slap him on the back as Jake walks up the stairs with your body thrown over his shoulder. "You can’t try that hard” He tries to be serious and thankful that you can’t see his smile right now. “I just have the flu, you idiot!”
Sam
It’s funny to see Sam trying so hard to take care of you. You never got sick but unfortunately you had a bee allergy and when you got stung by one, Sam was about to freak out.
He would call your mother in desperation asking her to teach him what to do, while your mother just laughed and said that it was just a matter of taking some medicine and rubbing it on.
You had to spend 10 minutes convincing Sam not to take you to the hospital.
When he finally got quiet, you would watch lots of romantic comedies while eating all the candy you could.
Sam would pull you to lie on his chest and stroke your hair when you went to sleep.
“Sam what are you doing?” You were almost asleep when you felt Sam run his finger across the front of your nose. "Seeing if you were breathing" He replied as if it was obvious, “Baby, it’s just a rash, I’m not going to die” I look at him laughing
Danny
Danny would feel guilty, since he convinced you to go out in the rain the day before.
And when you start coughing, he is ready to do whatever you need it.
He would lay his head on your lap so that you can touch his hair, because he knows it calms you down.
Danny tells you he is going to the pharmacy, but he actually comes back with several gifts for you.
You would spend the evening watching golf games and seeing Danny so excited when talking about the game would cheer you up almost instantly
"I am forbidden to call you to go in the rain and you are forbidden to accept” Danny speaks during the break, I smile at him and kiss him quickly.
It had been one year since I had been back to frankemuth and it seemed like a great idea to go back to my hometown for a weekend with my old group of friends.
But now sitting in a bar surrounded by -now strange- people and having to see your ex-boyfriend? No, we never dated. Your ex-friend? No, we were much more than that, and I think we were never really friends.
Whatever, no matter what he has been, seeing him kissing another girl is weird and definitely makes going back to frankemuth seem like a bad idea.
“You guys should work this out” Josh’s voice gets louder as he approaches me.
I turn to him, probably the only person who isn’t annoying me in this environment.
“Work out what? And with whom?” I bring my beer bottle up to my mouth.
“All this sexual tension between you and Jake” He arches an eyebrow at me.
I force a laugh and look at him. “Josh I know I am your dream sister-in-law, but Jake and I were just a couple of high school kisses”
Josh looks at me like he doesn’t believe a word I said.
When a girl who was from our class walks by us almost swallowing Josh with her gaze and he reciprocates, I look at him and laugh.
“I’m going to go smoke a cigarette, I’ll be right back!” I get up from the bar and walk to the exit.
I look over my shoulder and see the girl approaching and sitting where I was. What was her name again? Bianca? Brianna? Or was it just Anna? Maybe it was Hanna. Well, I definitely don’t remember.
I hug my body as I step out onto the empty street and the cold air comes in contact with my skin.
I reach for the lighter and light a cigarette that is between my lips.
I choke when I notice a presence behind me.
“Do you have a lighter?”
I turn around already knowing who is there and hold out the lighter in Jake’s direction.
“Thank you”
I nod in response and he hands me back the lighter.
And then we remain in an uncomfortable silence until Jake decides to speak.
“Cool shirt” I laugh weakly at the terrible way to start the conversation and look at my old The Who shirt. And I keep laughing since Jake has seen this one hundreds of times.
“Thanks” I look at him, really. For the first time in the evening.
His hair is almost an inch below his shoulder. Bigger than it was when I last saw him.
I let out a puff of smoke and wish I had held my mouth when I speak. “Your girlfriend won’t like you smoking with another girl.”
Jake looks at me and I think I can see a half smile on his lips.
When I see the shit I’ve done. “I mean, I would! No no no, I mean that, oh fuck”
Jake laughs and takes his cigarette and I doubt it’s just nicotine what’s in there.
“She knows I’m smoking, she doesn’t know I’m smoking with a girl” Another drag. “I don’t think she would mind, or whatever, maybe she would.”
I focus my attention on the cigarette.
“Sorry” I say. “You know, for not answering you.
And why the fuck am I talking so much? I swear, I’ll never drink again.
When I moved to Florida for college and Jake moved to Nashville to pursue music, the only contact we had was the messages Jake sent me for a whole week, messages I never answered.
"All right, it would have been nice if you would have responded but.” He stops to bring the cigarette to his lips again. “But I guess I got over my broken heart.”
I give an anasalated laugh. “Do you have one?” I ask arching an eyebrow.
Jake laughs and focuses his gaze on me. “You know I do.”
I look away before Jake can see me blush.
I hold the cigarette between my lips and hug my body again in a failed attempt to ward off the cold.
I hear a movement coming from Jake but don’t turn to look at him.
I feel his hands on my shoulder which is now covered by his leather jacket.
I look at him and try to take his jacket off, but Jake tightens his hands on my shoulder.
“When you come in you give it back to me”
He pulls away but still keeps watch watching to see if I will take it or not.
I put some of my pride aside and embrace my survival instinct and accept the jacket, just so I don’t freeze to death. Just for that.
Jake tilts his head looking at me. “You’re still stubborn” He smiles.
“Some things never change” I speak, not realizing how well that fit for us.
Jake sighs and shakes his head.
Before being silent with Jake was comfortable and even kind of cozy. Because we both always knew what the other was thinking or wanted to say, so we didn’t have to say anything.
Now, it is uncomfortable and even a little scary to be silent with each other, for the same reason.
Even more frightening when Jake decides to break it. He throws the rest of his cigarette into a trash can behind him and comes over to me.
“Y/N, you know you just say anything and I’ll end it.”
“It? Jake, this is your fucking relationship.” I speak turning to him.
I throw the rest of my cigarette on the floor but sigh and reach down to pick it up. It’s not the environment’s fault, right?
When I stand again, Jake is closer and it is possible for our breaths to mingle now.
My whole body freezes as Jake comes closer.
But he just closes his eyes and rests his chin on my head as he slips one of his arms around my shoulder.
After a few seconds, I wrap both arms around his waist, and his hand begins to run through my hair.
And here we are, in a silly hug and acting like two idiots.
“We are chickens,” I whisper with my face in his chest.
The caresses in my hair stop for a few seconds until they return as Jake asks. “Chickens?”
“Yeah” I whisper, and lift my face a little to look at him. “Like, they’re birds, they have wings and everything, but you know.”
I smile sadly at Jake and continue talking. “They don’t fly.”
Jake looks confused at first and I make a mental note written, “NEVER DRINK ANY MORE AND NO MORE METAFORMS WITH ANIMALS.”
He smiles at me and puts a lock of hair behind my ear. “Yes, we are like chickens.”
We laugh together and I look into the bar as a Metallica song starts playing.
“We should get back” I speak and Jake seems reluctant to let go of me.
I walk past him to throw the rest of the cigarette in the trash and take off his jacket.
“Thanks” I hold out the jacket to him and Jake holds it up and heads towards the door.
I look over to where Josh and the girl I can’t remember the name of are standing together with some other acquaintances.
“See you around Jake” I walk into the bar.
“Bye, chicken” He winks at me still on the side if fuck and I have to hold myself back from laughing.
And then we say goodbye once again, not really knowing why we are doing this.
I crumple up another sheet of paper and aim to throw it in the trash along with the others but end up missing the trash and hitting Danny who enters the room at the same time.
He looks at me without understanding anything. “Did I do something wrong?”
I laugh weakly and shake my head. “No, it was supposed to go in the trash, not on you.”
Danny casts a glance over to the trash by the door. “How many more trees are you planning to cut down today?” he asks laughing.
When he realizes that I haven’t given some dumb or angry answer, he comes over to me and runs his hand through my hair, which is caught in a ponytail.
“Hey baby, what’s up?”
I try to answer yes, but nothing comes out of my mouth. I look at Danny and he understands that I don’t want to talk about it, that I can’t.
“Come here!” He pulls me by the hand and when I stand, Danny puts his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my head.
We stay in this position for a few minutes, me with my face between his neck and shoulder and Danny slowly rocking me and stroking my hair.
“I need to draw some landscape for my class.” I start to speak. “But nothing looks good.”
“Oh, I think I understand your problem.” Danny steps away from me minimally, a smile on his face. “You need some inspiration.”
Danny picks up the car keys he had left on the table and swings the key in front of me.
“Come on, miss!” Before I can deny it, Danny is already pulling me along and in less than a minute we are already getting into the car.
When I get in the car I look at my clothes and then at Danny. “Danny I’m in my pajamas.” I try to sound angry but I giggle at the end.
Danny starts the car and turns around to deposit a quick kiss on my lips. “You look beautiful love.”
As we begin to drive down our street, he nods his head to the glove box.
I open it and start rummaging through the hundreds of CDs.
After a while, I choose one and put it on play.
“Neil Young?” He asks smiling.
I nod my head and start humming ‘Try’ softly. Danny drums his fingers on the steering wheel in rhythm with the music.
“Want me to stop by and get you something to eat?” Danny asks.
I look at him and nod my head.
“But can you drive there?” I ask and Danny smiles knowing exactly where 'there’ means.
“Sure.” Danny brings his hand up to my thigh.
When 'Separate Ways’ starts playing Danny and I sing along and smile at each other.
And when the song ends we arrive 'there’.
An old city park, which only welcomes danny and me and a few old ladies visitors.
Because of the time it is possible to see the sunset behind the trees now. Danny gets out of the car and comes to my door, opening it for me.
I smile at him as we lean against the hood of the car.
I lay my head on his shoulder and laugh. “No one better show up here now, my clothes aren’t the best.” I say running my hand through my pajama pants.
Danny laughs and puts his arm around my shoulder.
More than 20 minutes pass before the sun is no longer visible.
“I think I’m more inspired now.” I say to him.
Danny smiles and looks at me, “That’s good.”
“Thanks.” I kiss him quickly.
“You’re welcome.” Danny smiles against my mouth and deepens the kiss.
I stop the kiss for a few seconds and smile at him. “I’m kind of hungry right now.”
Danny laughs and before we get back into the car he kisses me again.
I grab an old notebook that I leave on the back seat of the car and one of the pens thrown in the glove compartment.
And when 'White Line’ starts playing I finally manage to start drawing a sketch. Danny smiles at me and drums his fingers on the steering wheel again.
Josh is the kind of friend you can call anything and anywhere.
His whole family considers you part of the family, which means that besides Josh you have to put up with Jake calling you a child, even though you are only 5 months apart. But at least you can do the same with Sam and Ronnie.
He supports you in everything and will always be on your side.
Whenever you both have free time, you do marathons of old movies while Josh complains that you will die from drinking too much soda.
Stupid and senseless nicknames all the time.
You could spend hours just talking to each other about everything.
He is the kind of friend who says “I told you so” but pulls you in for a hug a second later.
Josh rarely shows that he is upset about something, but when he is, you just know and then sit down and pat your own lap so he can rest his head there and you can stroke his hair.
“Joshie!” You walk into his room, humming his nickname. “Did I mention I hate that nickname?” He speaks as he turns to the side so you can lie across from him on the bed, “I guess not today yet.” You smile innocently and push him away, causing Josh to almost fall off the bed. “Y/N!”
Jake
Being Jake’s best friend means “being single.” Because every boy you go out with is jealous of him, and every girl he goes out with is jealous of you. Because from what people say, you are very close.
But it definitely doesn’t stop you from teasing Jake when some random girl sends some kind of statement to him, and it also doesn’t stop him from teasing you whenever you cry for some kind of stupid guy.
Spending the whole day listening to the blues while sharing a bottle of whiskey and a cigarette? Always, without hesitation.
You are always the first person Jake shows you his guitar compositions.
And he learned all your favorite songs so that he could play them for you when you were nervous.
Every month there has to be a discussion between you and him about “doing a spa day”.
The discussion ends with you and Jake moisturizing your hair in your bathroom and you begging him to let you comb his hair afterwards.
Just two words: Sexual Tension
“I really think we are soulmates.” Jake hands me the cigarette. “We definitely are.” I reply laughing. “But damn we would be the worst couple in the world.” He laughs incredulously and I choke on the smoke as I imagine this scene. “We would.” I agree laughing.
Sam
Becoming friends with Sam when you were both 6 years old was the best thing you ever did in your life. Since then you are inseparable.
Your favorite activities are camping and karaoke. In the latter Sam likes to make it clear why he decided to play bass instead of singing.
You have played volleyball at school since the eighth grade. Sam never lost a game of yours. And he always made it clear that he was there, since every time you touched the ball he yelled things like “THAT’S MY FUCKING BEST FRIEND.”
Since your 7th birthday, Sam is the first person to wish you a happy birthday, he always calls you at exactly midnight.
And you do the same on his birthday.
You do EVERYTHING together. First alcoholic drink? Together, hiding in the backyard of his house when you were 14.
And this resulted in the worst fight between you. When you revealed that you had a crush on Josh and Sam freaked out that if you dated you would forget about him.
But it’s okay, you got over it, and nowadays whenever Josh talks to you, Sam makes sure to remind you of your crush on him.
“Sam, you’re drooling on my arm, you idiot!” you push his head away from your arm. “Let me sleep, Y/n! He says, leaning his head on my arm again. I snort when I see that he is already back to sleep.
Danny
Danny is the sweetest, kindest friend you could ever have.
You support each other through everything.
When you passed your dream college he was freaking out just as much as you were.
And when you moved away from the city to go to college. This doesn’t diminish your relationship.
Almost every weekend Danny came to visit you or you went to visit him.
And you would spend the whole weekend playing golf or Danny would spend the whole weekend trying to teach you drums.
On vacation you decided to take a trip to the beach. And every time you got hit by a wave, Danny would cry with laughter.
And to get revenge you would run out of the sea to get his clothes and hide them.
"Ouch, Y/n!” Danny complains when you pull too hard on a lock of his hair as you finish your braid. “No complaints.” Danny mumbles something but has a smile on his face when you finish braiding his hair.
warnings: alcohol; some dirty talks (no explicit scene); a little bit angst
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“Oh my God! Do you want to kill me, Jake?” I am startled when I open the bathroom door and my flatmate appears in front of me.
“Were you planning on living in the bathroom?” he asks leaning one arm on the door.
“And you were counting how many minutes I was in the bathroom?"I cross my arms.
"It’s hard not to when you’ve been waiting more than ten minutes for someone to come out of the bathroom so you can pee.” He smiles falsely at me and nudges my waist lightly. “Now get out.”
I roll my eyes and sigh as I walk down the stairs that lead to the second floor of the house of some friend of Jake’s, who I didn’t make a point of asking his name.
The party around me seems more crowded than when I went upstairs to go to the bathroom, it gives me the feeling of suffocation, or maybe it’s because I can’t look away from the couple on the other side of the room, I can see her fingers running through his long hair as he whispers something in her ear.
“Why do you look like you’re about to commit murder?” I bring my hand up to my chest and stifle a scream of surprise.
“Damn, you’ve got to be kidding me, Jake!” I turn around in time to see Jake hold back a laugh.
“I brought beer!” He holds out a bottle in my direction.
I smile weakly at it. “No, thanks.” I can’t control my gaze and he turns back to the other side of the room, where Ethan’s lips are no longer on the blonde girl’s ear.
They are on her mouth.
“Actually, I want.” I turn quickly to Jake and take the bottle from his hand.
He looks at me confused but then lets out an anasalated laugh while drinking his own beer.
I try not to look across the room and try to distract myself with something else.
“Why do you still like him?” I raise my head to Jake, confused, and he discreetly points to Ethan.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I giggle and try to sound as sincere as possible.
Jake smiles weakly and looks at you. “When we were sophomores, you cried because he didn’t call you to prom.”
“Do you remember that?” My surprise makes me give up lying to him.
Jake shakes his head. “And two weeks ago you were freaking out because he followed you on instagram.”
“I did not freak out!” I push him lightly with my shoulder.
Jake laughs and runs his hand through his hair. “But that’s okay, I don’t think he can be any worse than Brian.”
When you hear the name of your first college boyfriend, for the first time in the night you push Ethan out of your thoughts. “Do you remember Brian? We only dated for two weeks!” I look at Jake in disbelief.
“Yeah, and you smeared two of my shirts with mascara from crying so much.”
I look away from him, embarrassed about my own love life.
“They’re coming here.”
I look at Jake in confusion, for just a second, as I quickly notice Ethan and the girl coming toward the staircase, which Jake and I are leaning against. The stairway that leads to dozens of rooms.
I don’t know if it’s the four beers I’ve had in the night that make me do this, or the thought of having yet another frustrating relationship, or maybe it’s the fucking smell of weed. I’m starting to think it’s possible to get high on smell alone.
“Kiss me.” I turn to Jake, raising my gaze.
He looks very surprised at the time and I see him swallow dryly as he looks at me. “What?”
“Just go, they’re coming.” I take a step towards him and Jake finally seems to understand why I am asking this.
I can hear a low “oh shit” against my lips before Jake runs his fingers through my hair and his other hand lightly holds my waist, he is still holding the beer bottle and the icy touch sends shivers through my body.
I hear footsteps behind me and that should be enough to stop me from running my fingers through Jake’s torso and moving closer to him, but it’s not.
It is Jake who stops the kiss, but he doesn’t pull away and his hand remains on my waist while the other goes down my arm. “I think they’re gone.” He speaks low.
“Yeah, sure.” I finally snap out of my trance and manage to pull myself away from Jake and try to ignore how much I miss his fingers on my skin. “Thank you.”
Jake gives me a sideways smile and runs his fingers over his mouth, “I’ll get you some more booze, do you want some?”
“No, thank you!” I smile at him. “For real now!” I laugh trying to improve the mood.
Jake smiles weakly and turns away heading towards the kitchen.
After a few minutes of trying to socialize with some friends, I decide to look Jake up and ask if we were going to leave together.
I think that tonight, I walked more than I have ever walked in my entire life. I went in the kitchen, up the stairs, to the bathrooms, in the front yard and all the way around twice more, but Jake was nowhere to be found and our friends were too drunk to answer my questions.
When Ethan bumps into me on one of my way down the stairs and offers me a ride, I give up looking for Jake.
*******
3 days, 1 week, 2 weeks…
Two weeks that I’ve barely seen Jake, even though we live in the same apartment.
It’s been two weeks since Jake hardly ever sleeps at home, two weeks since Ethan and I have been out every Thursday and Friday, two weeks since my routine has been to go to college, take more baths than necessary and spend more time in my room than is considered healthy, and two weeks since I can’t stop thinking about Jake.
And after we bumped into each other in the early morning hours earlier this week while arriving at the apartment at the same time, he coming home from a party and I coming home from a date with Ethan, everything got worse.
Now our good days and good nights are reduced to slight nods.
I lie in bed, frustrated, having cancel my date and thinking about what Jake does and where he goes when he leaves the house. Who he is with.
I finally hear the shower turn off and wait a few minutes to get up the courage to leave the room.
And when I do, it is at the same time that Jake comes out of the bathroom.
The sweatpants leave the bar of his underwear exposed, the towel he was using to dry his hair is thrown over his shoulder, and his long wet hair drips water all over his torso.
“I thought you’d left, sorry.” Jake breaks the silence and I look away from his body to his eyes.
I want to tell him that it’s okay, that it’s his apartment too, and I want to turn around and go back to my room, but the words come out before I can stop them.
“I think we need to talk.”
Jake sighs softly and fiddles with the towel nervously.
“I’m going to move.”
The words he says float around inside my mind and make no sense for a few seconds.
And suddenly all the guilt hits me, the guilt of asking him to kiss me, I feel guilt for all the times Jake cancelled his plans just so he could hold me in his arms when I would come back to him crying with a broken heart. I feel guilty for every prom he took me to and had to spend the whole night listening to me talk about other boys.
“If you need anything call me, I have to pack a few things.” Jake speaks low as he walks past me to go to his room.
And when he closes the door, I realize that I haven’t said anything. I haven’t done anything.
It’s as if my feet have a life of their own and in less than a second I am walking to his room. When I slam the door and lean my body against the wood, Jake looks at me in surprise.
When I look away from him, I see an open suitcase on the bed and his guitars already in their bags.
I go to the end of the bed and bend down to pick up the only guitar that is not already in its case, not knowing what I am doing I go to the wall full of posters so that I can hang the guitar back on its hook, where it should never have left.
Before I can get any closer to the wall, Jake reaches over and holds the guitar tightly, the sudden movement but causing my body to slam into his.
I try to pull the guitar back, like a tantruming child, but Jake grabs my wrist and moves closer to me.
“What are you doing, Y/N?” If we weren’t so close, I might not have even been able to hear his low voice.
“You don’t have to move, Jake.” I pull my face away just enough to look at him. “It’s all my fault. I’m sorry.” I swallow dryly trying to keep talking. “I messed up.”
Jake lets go of my wrist and I let him pick up the guitar, he hesitates but with his free hand he puts a lock of hair behind my ear.
“Do you really think it’s your fault?” He asks and his voice becomes calm and low, and my heart squeezes with the longing I feel for him.
I whisper a “yes” as he shakes his head and walks away leaving his guitar leaning against the wall, then he sits on the end of the bed and runs his fingers through his wet hair.
“You just did what I asked.” I slowly move closer to him but we still don’t touch. “You were only helping me.”
Jake lifts his head to face me seriously, his expression is almost one of anger, but his eyes make it clear that this anger is not directed at me.
“You think so?” His hands creep up to his knee and he grabs the fabric of his pants as he lets out a wry laugh. “You think me getting hard with a fucking kiss of less than 15 seconds would be helping you, Y/N?”
I feel my blood rise up my cheeks and try to look away from him, but I can’t.
Jake lowers his head and runs his fingers through his hair, but soon he is back to staring at me as he speaks. “Do you think I was helping you when I kissed you while I thought of all the things I wanted to do to you? Do you think that just because you asked me to kiss you I had to go out and fuck the first girl so I wouldn’t go begging you to come home with me and we did all the things I’ve been thinking about for years?”
The words come out of his mouth quickly, for the first time I see Jake not having control of his actions.
I take a deep breath and speak the only sentence I can formulate. “But you don’t have to leave.”
Jake sighs and lowers his face again and brings one of his hands to his face, sighing once more. “You don’t understand.” His voice comes out muffled over his hand. “If I stay here one more day without touching you, I will go crazy.”
The reaction this has on my body is almost painful, especially when I have to force my legs against each other as a form of relief. I want to scream at him saying that he can touch me. That I wish he would touch me, but I can only whisper.
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“We want to thank all the peaceful army, for always supporting us and remember that the whole world deserves peace, love and unity!” Josh could feel his hand sweating as he held the gramophone while trying to convince himself that he was nervous about winning his first grammy and not because a certain drummer’s gaze was on him.
He could only hear a few things Sam said after he stepped away from the microphone. Josh was too busy looking at the brown haired girl with some tattoos all over her arm who was sitting in the first row.
He felt as if he could spend the whole night looking at her and might stay if Jake didn’t nudge him gently to let him know that it was time for them to get off the stage. Josh thought he saw the girl giggle shyly and turn to one of her band mates, who whispered something in her ear.
Even when they were surrounded by journalists and people from the band’s staff, he still couldn’t get her out of his thoughts for more than a few seconds.
But he did his best to cover it up and assume his responsibility as frontman.
“Guys, that’s crazy! Congratulations.” The voice of Noah, lead singer of a hard rock band from England and the boys’ label mate, was the first thing the four boys heard when they entered the break room reserved for the artists.
“I still think I’m going to pee myself at some point.” Sam said as he threw himself down on one of the couches. Danny did the same thing on the couch opposite Sam’s.
“It still hasn’t sunk in that we won.” Jake said as he reached over to the small fridge to grab some beer.
“Do you guys remember last year that Blake almost passed out?” Noah asked pointing to the bass player in his band, making everyone laugh as they remembered when the British band won the award last year.
“Didn’t even remember that shit!” Blake replied as he reached out to grab a bottle of beer that Jake had offered him.
The 9 boys spent the next few minutes drinking and listening to Sam and Blake complain about all the pop artists at the awards show.
“Shut up, Blake. Adele is a genius.” Josh lightly shoved his friend’s shoulder, who had just called Adele boring.
“She definitely is!” Everyone turned toward the door as Nina entered the room.
The lead singer and guitarist of the classic rock band smiled in the direction of Noah, her boyfriend, and sat down next to him.
Blake and Nas, the guitarist, started making disgusting sounds and teasing the couple. Josh even forgot to laugh at his friends’ joke as he watched Y/N enter the room, right behind Ashley, the bass player in her band.
The two girls sat in the only empty seat in the room while they gave out “hellos” and “congratulations” to everyone in the room.The only empty seat was the black leather couch facing where Josh, Jake and Blake were sitting.
“Who said Adele wasn’t a genius? So I can plan this person’s murder.” Ashley asked and when everyone pointed their finger at Blake he laughed nervously as he tried to disguise it by saying that’s not what he said.
Noah and Nina were still being teased by the rest of the group of friends and Ashley was fighting with Blake, who at this very moment was asking Jake for help explaining the situation, but the long haired guitarist just laughed and looked at Ashley as if she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Josh smiles at the thought, not that she wasn’t beautiful, she was, all 3 of them were. But none made him as nervous as the tattooed girl in front of him.
“Hey, can you get that for me please?” Josh turned to Y/N just to make sure she was really talking to him. She smiled shyly at him and pointed to several bottles of water on the counter behind him.
Josh looked away from her and turned to pick up one of the bottles, he smiled as he handed the bottle to her.
“Thank you!”
“You’re welcome.” Josh replied and prayed that no one had seen that they looked at each other longer than necessary.
When Y/N broke eye contact, Josh turned to his twin and noticed that both Jake and the others were getting up, he did the same without knowing why they were doing it.
“So we’ll meet you guys there, okay?” Noah said to Jake and then Josh found out that they were talking about the after party and that it was probably about time for them to go.
Josh didn’t realize that Sam and Danny had gone in the van along with another the band until Jake yelled “Fucking traitors!” at them as the two younger guys laughed, Josh was always the more outgoing and shameless twin but it was Jake who turned to Y/N and Ashley and asked if they wanted to go along since as well as half their band, their lead singer had also gone with the Brits.
“Sure!” Ashley replied and soon already started chatting with Jake as we all headed toward the parking lot.
Y/N smiled and shook his head in a silent yes.
Josh never thought that all those tattoos and rock n roll attitude hid a shy personality. This thought made him bring his gaze to his arms, noticing one tattoo in particular, near his elbow, two drumsticks with a K.M. underneath.
“Keith Moon?” he asked, Y/N followed Josh’s gaze and looked down at his own arm.
Then he turned to him and smiled, “The one and only!”
“He’s amazing! When I was learning drums, I think I listened to The Who records 24 hours a day.”
“You play drums?” Y/N looked at him surprised.
“Hm, a little, but not as well as him!” Josh laughed. “Definitely not as well as you!”
Y/N smiled and looked away a little as her cheeks flushed. “Thank you”
When all 4 were already inside the van going to one of the dozens of after parties that were called, Josh plugged his cell phone into the van’s radio, after a few seconds “The Who Sings My Generation” started playing, he smiles at Y/N, the girl reciprocates and starts laughing at Ashley and Jake who started singing (shouting) “Out in the street”
Josh felt her wriggle uncomfortably in the seat, until Y/N walked over and spoke close to his ear. “Congratulations for the award, I love that album of yours.” She increased the distance between them quickly, embarrassed.
“Oh, thank you! I was listening to your album on the way over here.” Josh smiled and moved closer to her as he spoke, this made Y/N feel comfortable to come closer to him and start another conversation that was interrupted only to laugh at Jake and Ashley.
When the van stopped in front of the Hotel, where the party was taking place, Jake helped Ashley down from the van and the two of them didn’t even realize that Josh and Y/N had fallen behind.
“You know, hm would it be really weird if I asked you out? It doesn’t have to be a date you know” Josh moved his hands nervously as he spoke “You know, just a dinner among friends maybe?”
Y/N laughed and even though his cheeks were flushed. “I would love to go on a date with you Josh.”
Josh got down from the van and held Y/N’s hand so she wouldn’t get off balance. They didn’t let go of their hands as they walked into the hotel.
Request: “two rockstars meeting in a festival, and both bands hanging out cause they are both friends with the struts, then jake starts falling in love w this person because of their personality, talent and charisma, they start to match in the second day of camping at the festival and then the bands have to play in the same day, jake tells his feeling and the reader doesn’t know how to react.”
A/N: ok i definitely have to start apologizing for the delay!!!! and also saying that this is not the final part because I thought it best to share it because maybe it would be boring to read everything together hahaha. and I SWEAR I’ll try to post the last part (and all other requests lol) as soon as possible!! hope you guys like it
“And you know that usually people knock on the door before they come in, right?” Jake looks at Sam, who responds with a grimace.
“Okay, okay I’m sorry.” He laughs. “But could the couple in love give me the privacy to take a shower, since someone spilled ice cream on me?” He looks at Poppy pretending to be annoyed but she just gives him a smile.
My mind is a mess after what Sam said, first: couple in love? second: him and poppy? and third: wow it’s probably going to be hard to get the huge ice cream stain off Sam’s shirt.
I don’t realize that Jake has gotten up from the couch until he holds out his hand for me to do the same.
I put my hand in his and stand up and feel the effect of the whiskey as the bus turns a little, Jake holds my hand tighter and laughs weakly.
“Bye bye babies!” Sam waves to us as we get off the bus and just when I think Poppy is going to do the same as us, she closes the bus door staying inside.
Jake turns to me to say something but before he can start, I interrupt him for fear that he might want to talk about what just happened.
“It’s 30 minutes until the show, we should go, right?” I don’t give Jake time to answer, I pull him towards the festival and realize that we are still holding hands.
I hear Jake laugh behind me and he walks to my side, without letting go of my hand.
When we get to the stage, everyone is already there except Sam and Poppy, obviously.
When Josh and Luke turn to greet us I let go of Jake’s hand and he looks embarrassed and shoves his hand in his pants pocket but I’m not sure and don’t even turn to him as I walk over to my friends wishing no one had noticed anything.
I stand between Ana and Jet while Jake stands next to Danny and Lexa, and I mentally curse myself for not being able to take my eyes off him.
Adam and Josh start handing out cans of beer to everyone, when Josh comes over to me and Ana, I dismiss the beer with a hand gesture and then he hands the can to Ana and I swear I could see them exchanging smiles at this point.
Institutionally I turn my head toward Jake to see if he’s looking at them too, but when I turn around, he’s looking at me.
He smiles at me and without a second thought I smile too.
I don’t know how many minutes go by when we see the band take the stage. The whole festival goes crazy at this point.
And for the first time since Jake and I kissed a few minutes ago, I can think about things other than him.
After about 20 minutes I get tired of dismissing the drinks that Josh and Adam offer me and before I know it I am opening my second can of beer.
I really enjoy that show, especially when I sing Satisfaction along with Lexa and Luke while the others imitate the sounds of the instruments with their mouths.
When the show ends I turn to my friends in disbelief. “They didn’t play Angie? What the fuck?” they all laugh because I’m probably too shocked.
“OK, come on! We have to start packing things for the bonfire.” Lexa starts, she is the most sober of us all. “And I swear I’ll serenade you by singing Angie for you, Y/N!”
Lexa puts her arms around my shoulder and I smile at her.
Ana walks past us and pushes us lightly. “Ew, I’d rather lose my ears than hear Lexa sing, Y/N please spare us this horror show”
Lexa shows her middle finger to Ana, I think that is the meanest thing she can do.
We all start walking towards the buses stopping several times in the middle of the way to take pictures of ourselves posing idiotically with an analog camera that Josh brought.
When we almost get to our bus, Lexa starts telling us what each of us has to do. Because she is Lexa and she is the only one who is good at turning us into organized humans.
“Y/N, can you grab some of our chairs at the back of the bus?”
“Sure!” I head toward the bus to open the back door.
“Ana asked me to come help you” I turn to Jake, who is leaning against the side of the bus.
Of course Ana did it, obvious!
I try not to show any reaction as I smile at him and he moves closer so that he can get more chairs.
Our shoulders touch each other all the time as we get the seats.
For the first time the silence between the two of us was uncomfortable.
“Did you enjoy the show?” he asks as I lean forward to grab a chair that is at the end of the compartment but my fingers don’t even reach the chair.
“Yeah, it was amazing” Jake makes the same motion as me and manages to grab the chair much faster than I. “Did you enjoy it?” I look at him over my shoulder.
“Yeah” Jake smiles and starts stacking the chairs to make it easier to carry. “I liked everything that happened today”
I feel my cheeks burn and I look away and focus my attention on the last chair inside the bus. Maybe he wasn’t talking about the kiss, right? Maybe it’s the concerts and lunch.
As I pull the last chair out of the bus and start stacking it the same way Jake is doing, I reply. “I liked everything that happened today too”
A/N: sorry for taking so long to bring this request (and all other)!! I said I would start posting this week but things from the new album drove me crazy lol!!! but in the next few days I will be posting more writings and sorry for the delay
When the quarantine started Josh almost freaked out because he couldn’t do any shows and would have to stay indoors, but as time went on he got better and found lots of new things to do.
Josh would show you all the songs he wrote, you were always the first to hear them.
In the beginning he spent a lot of time trying to convince you to like old country.
Nowadays you sing - scream - old country songs together.
“And even though Josh is spending a lot of quarantine time working on the new album, he always leaves days off for us to enjoy together. Some days we do old movie marathons, some days we cook together, some days we play karaoke or spend the day tidying up our record collection.
And there are days like today when we just decide to stay in bed all day.
"Josh, we can’t stay in bed all day.” I laugh trying to disentangle myself from his arms.
“Ok, baby just five more minutes.” He smiles squeezing my waist.
“You already said that.” I play with his hair. “Thirty minutes ago.”
“I did?” Josh asks trying to sound innocent.
He laughs as he pulls me closer and stands over me.
“You don’t have work today, I don’t have work today.” Josh starts playing with my hair. “Then why can’t we stay in bed?”
I look at him and arch an eyebrow. “Because we need to live?”
Josh sighs when I manage to free myself from his arms and get out of bed.
“Come on, we can eat and then watch movies!” I smile at him and hold out a hand to him.
Josh tries to hold back a smile as he stands up and holds my hand.“
warnings: THIS IS AN AU, a work of fiction. this chapter contains: mentions of physical assault, mentions of sexual violence, mentions of torture, mentions of suicide, physical violence, stabbing.
here’s a fluffy smut pice for y'all about the hottest man alive, Josh Kiszka! Let me know if you like it and want to see more of this stuff, I had a lot of fun writing it! Anyways….enjoy!
WARNINGS: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, the usual
“C’mon babe! Let’s celebrate a little!” you nagged your sweaty, grinning boyfriend. Josh Kiszka was the love of your life, and had been since you met three years ago. It was a warm August night and he had just gotten done performing his first show in months.
“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to let loose a bit” he replied with a grin. “I’m kinda tired though so do you mind if it’s just the two of us?”
“I guess I could tolerate that” you tease.
After about another hour of hearing people congratulate the boys and helping pack up it was time to go. You were able to make it to the car without being swarmed by fans, but still stopping for a few photos. You offered to drive so that Josh could sleep for a little bit. Finally you pulled up to the little bungalow you and Josh had started living in a few months ago. It only made sense for the two of you to live together since you were practically inseparable.
Entering through the garage you kicked off your shoes as Josh questioned what you had in mind.
“Well I was thinking we could put on a record and maybe cook some food? Maybe even enjoy a glass of wine if you’re feeling wild”
“You know me baby, I’m always wild!” he responds, doing a weird voice that you rolled your eyes at, but deep down you loved it.
“I think the term feral suits you better” you quip, pulling him in for an embrace.
He rests his head on your shoulder, nuzzling his face into your neck, breathing deeply. You know how stressed and anxious he has been these past few weeks leading up to the show, and it made you so happy to see him finally relaxing. Silently your bodies part ways and he makes his way over to your extensive vinyl collection in the living room. He’s flipping through records when you run up to your bedroom and come back down the stairs, hands hiding behind your back.
“Hey Frodo, I have a little surprise for you”
“Oh boy what could it be, a sacred ring or some shit?” he says without looking up, putting a Fleet Foxes record on the turntable.
“Sorry for calling you a hobbit, I just wanted to make sure I got your attention.” you say as he finally makes his way over to you.
From behind your back you pull out a single joint and a lighter, one you had hand decorated with little stars and a moon. On it you had written in gold Sharpie “You are my sun”.
“Babe this is so amazing!” he says while taking the lighter in his hand and flipping it around. Josh was always keeping your sketches and random doodles that you thought nothing of, so you thought you’d put them on something he’d get use out of.
“I’m sorry I know it’s small, I just wanted to give you a little something to say congrats.”
“Are you kidding mama?! I love it, you didn’t have to do anything!” he assures you before pulling you in for a kiss.
“I will definitely be putting this to good use, but I think we should break it in now” he says before pulling you over to the couch and putting the joint between his lips.
He passes it to you and you inhale deeply, letting the sweet smoke fill your lungs. This was an activity you and Josh liked to partake in when you had a stressful day, or when you were going on an adventure, or anytime really. Not that either of you weren’t already very laid back and silly.
After a few minutes of the two of you passing the joint back and forth it was gone, and you ashed it out in the tray on the coffee table, setting the lighter to rest beside it.
“God that was a really great present actually, I just wish there was a way I could repay you” Josh says turning to face you.
“It’s a gift, you don’t need to repay me!” you tell him, starting to feel the effects of the weed.
“But you see I’m just a giving person, and what I’d like to give to you right now is a mind blowing orgasm” Josh says, and you can’t help but burst out laughing. You cover your face with your hands before facing him and saying “Kiszka you are such a dork, you’re lucky I find you so attractive!”
Both of you are grinning as your lips collide and after a minute of making out you pull back.
“After some deep consideration, I’ve come to the conclusion that that is an offer i just can’t refuse”
“Oh my love you are in for a treat!” he tells you before pulling you onto his lap.
Your hips start to move against his involuntarily, and you can feel him growing harder beneath his shorts. You tug at the hem of his white shirt and he lifts his arms up so you can pull it off him. Once again you break the kiss to move down on to your knees, ready to tease him with your mouth.
“Oh no princess, none of that tonight. All I really want to do is taste you so you better get your ass on this couch” he says with a small laugh.
You giggle as you get back on the sofa, barely able to contain your excitement. He unbuttons your pants and awkwardly yanks them off, causing you both to laugh. Quickly, his face becomes more serious as he concentrates on running his fingers up and down on the inside of your thighs, lightly ghosting around where you need him most.
“Joshua please” you whimper as you throw your head back, becoming more and more frustrated by his teasing.
“Sorry baby, I was just admiring how wet you already are. Was it from me?”
“Mhmm” you moan in response, tilting your head back down to make eye contact with him.
“Well I suppose I could treat you, since you’ve been such a good girl” he smirks before pulling your panties to the side, running his middle finger up and down your slit.
His teeth bite at his bottom lip as he darts his eyes from your wet center and back up to your eyes. You’re unable to take your eyes off of him, the sight of him alone is enough to make you come.
Slowly, he pushes his middle finger in, down to the last knuckle, letting it sit there a moment before he starts to pump it in and out of you at a lazy pace. Your walls contract around him as your eyes start to tear up, desperate for more.
“Josh more please” you plead with him. Instantly he attaches his lips to your clit, the motion all too familiar to him, the hairs above his lip and on his chin adding extra sensation. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive bud as his finger speeds up it’s pace. You can feel the heat start to pool in your stomach as he continues his actions. He adds a second finger, taking a moment to pull his mouth away and use his free hand to pull your panties to the side more. He dives back in, more concentrated than ever, fingers curling up to hit the delicate spot inside of you. You can see him rutting against the couch and it’s enough to make you throw your head back and let out a loud and rather pornographic moan.
“I think I’m gonna-” you start to say as the fire in your belly builds.
“It’s okay baby, you can do it, cum for me” he says, flashing his gorgeous smile quickly before returning his lips to your clit, moaning around it, sending delicious vibrations through your body. Your fingers lace through his curls as his fingers pump at an insane speed, sending you over the edge.
Your body shakes as stars form behind your closed eyelids, every part of you basked in complete euphoria, oblivious to everything around you. After a minute you open your eyes as you whimper at the feeling of Josh dragging his fingers out of you, but the feeling of his breath still hot against your clit.
You look down to see Josh with his eyes closed, partially hunched over as his hands rest on his knees, your juices gleaming on his tan skin.
“Wow, I owe you one, that was fucking amazing” you sigh.
“I’d love that, but I’m gonna have to take a rain check, seems my problem took care of itself” he says, cheeks turning red.
You look down to see a dark spot on his green shorts, realizing that he was experiencing just as much pleasure from pleasuring you.
“Joshua Michael Kiszka, that is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life!” you say before pulling him into a kiss, the taste of you lingering on his lips. The thought of him getting off from eating you out alone drove you wild, he really fucking loves you.
“God I’ve never been more tired and content in my life” he says as his arms find their way around you, head burying into your neck.
“Well my prince, why don’t you go upstairs and get in bed while I get you a glass of water and a snack”
“Oh my god, how did I get this lucky?” he says
“I ask myself the same thing everyday” you say before giving him one last kiss.
