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so i know that you mostly write angst but… i am on my hands and knees for a soft and fluffy fic where sam and reader have a baby and name it after danny, and telling him and y‘all are all just a mess of tears

Danielle (sfk)

trigger warnings: a lot of platonic danny x sam/reader, disgustingly sweet fluff

A/N: this is the first fluffy piece i’ve ever written and i’m ngl i definitely cried while writing this. i stayed up all night to write this so it might be sorta incoherent in some places but it's finnneee.

After a loud, elongated scream coming from deep in your throat ripped through the air, the room was pierced with the shouts and cries of the small child being picked up from below the curtain that was covering your legs. You slumped back onto the bed in exhaustion, lip quivering as you tried to take deep breaths to collect yourself. Sam was still squeezing your hand, tears falling down his cheeks while he stroked your sweaty and knotted hair.

It felt like ages before the small, wailing creature was placed on your chest. As soon as you caught sight of the baby, you burst into tears sobbed relentlessly. Sam was close behind you, sniffling and inhaling sporadically as he watched you cradle the child.

“Oh, god.” You moaned out, throwing your head back and crying harder. Sam’s ears perked up, his worry being dialed up to the max ever since you’d been admitted to the hospital.

“What? What’s wrong?” He begged, leaning forward.

“That’s a baby. Sam, that’s our baby.” You were nearly unintelligible, between the shivering lips and the uncontained sobs.

“I know, Y/N.” He was staring down with admiration. “She’s beautiful. Just like her mama.”

“She?!” You exclaimed, staring at the doctors.

“She.” The doctor confirmed with a smile.

Just as soon as she was placed on your chest, she was taken so the doctors and nurses were able to tend to your newborn daughter. This left you and Sam sitting together, weeping into each other as his hand gripped yours like you’d disappear if he let go.

“What’s taking so long? Do you think they’re okay?” Josh nagged in the waiting room.

“They’re fine, Josh. Stop overthinking.” Jake replied, trying to hide the fact that he was fidgeting with his rings in his lap.

You’d known the Kiszkas and Wagners for your whole life, practically growing up with them and spending nearly every day at either one of their houses. Jake, Josh, Sam and Danny always included you in their adventures - separate or as a group - and you’d grown close to the twins and Danny platonically. Sam, on the other hand, was a different story.

Everyone knew there was something between the two of you early on, though neither of you wanted to address it. His brothers were constantly pushing him to make a move, and Ronnie was pushing you, but neither of you ever even acknowledged the tension until a game of seven minutes in heaven in high school.

Josh and Jake were throwing a senior party, but dragged you, Sam, Danny and Ronnie along with the underclassmen. You had settled in a circle with an empty coke bottle between the ten or so people around you, Sam sitting across from you. When it had been your turn to spin, fate aligned itself to your liking as you watched the bottle slowly end its spinning, pointing at Sam’s crossed legs. He looked up at you wide-eyed, taking your hand in his and trying to ignore the smirk painted on Danny’s face as he watched you descend into the closet.

You pulled the door shut and tried to find his face, but it was impossible in the pitch dark of the tight space. You decided to throw your hand up and feel for him, giggling as your fingers made contact with his nose.

“Sorry.” You chuckled. “I can’t see.”

“I can’t see either, hold on.” His arms stretched out until either one of his hands were rested on your cheeks, and you would have been grateful that it was too dark for Sam to see you blushing, but you were sure he could feel the hotness on your face under his palms. You mirrored his actions, so the both of you were now holding onto each other.

“This game is so stupid.” He finally said after minutes of silence.

“Yeah.”

“Have you had your first kiss?” You didn’t verbally answer, but instead shook your head, his hands moving with your movements.

“What about you?”

“Nope.”

Another few minutes went by before he spoke again. “Do you want to?”

Your eyes grew wide. “Want to what?”

“Kiss.” He said plainly.

“Uh- I mean-”

“We don’t, like, have to, but if you want-”

“No yeah, I want to, but-”

You were blabbering over each other, finally ending the interruptions when you laughed. He followed, leaning his head back as his chest bobbed.

“So…” He finally started when he was composed again.

“I don’t really know what to do.” You admitted.

“Me neither.”

You froze as you felt his body move closer to yours, his grip on your face tightening ever-so-slightly as yours moved from his cheeks to the back of his neck. He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, jumping violently as the door was shoved open. Ronnie stood before you with wide eyes and a shit-eating grin, throwing her head behind her and shouting into the kitchen.

“Jake, Josh! You owe me 20 bucks!”

When sophomore year rolled around, you and Sam were still together. Jake and Josh were adults at that point, still including you but more immersed in the music scene and their jobs, so you and Danny had grown close like siblings. Him and Sam were best friends, and Sam was delighted that his girlfriend and best friend were best friends too. When their career really took off, you were with them for every show and every step of the way, joining them in dingy bars and cheering them on until you were sitting in a stadium full of thousands watching them prance around on stage.

So when you had announced you were pregnant, the boys were absolutely ecstatic.

You accompanied them to the studio nearly every day, and they babied you to absolutely no end. They wouldn’t even let you get up to get your own snacks, insisting that you should rest and stay on the couch. You always rolled your eyes but were secretly grateful for the care.

Jake and Josh got into frequent petty arguments about who would be the favorite uncle, and you had noticed after a while that whenever the topic was brought up, Danny went quiet and almost shrunk in on himself.

Sam had noticed this one day after the twins had gone off to the kitchen after one of their famous debates. He motioned for him to join the two of you on the couch, and you scooted over so that they would fit next to you.

“You okay Danny?” Sam asked after they were settled.

“Yeah.”

Sam frowned. “What’s wrong?”

There wasn’t much Danny could hide from him, so he huffed and leaned back so his head was resting on the top of the mahogany leather.

“Just- it’s selfish.” He sighed out.

“Come on. You’re the least selfish person we know.” Sam pressed.

You took a moment to observe Danny’s face, and noticed that his eyes were slightly glossed over. “I just… I just feel like it’s gonna change when you have the baby.”

“Of course it is, but that doesn’t mean it’ll be bad. We can figure out how to work with-”

“No, Sam. I mean, like- I’m not related to you. The baby’s gonna love Jake and Josh cause’ they’re your brothers, but I’m nervous that the baby’s not gonna like me.” His bottom lip quivered, and your nose grew hot as you tried to hold in your tears.

“Danny, you’re a brother too. If this baby is a Kiszka,” he interrupted himself to turn to you and point a finger, “which it better be,” you and Danny both laughed, “then this baby is going to adore you.”

You reached across Sam’s lap to hold Danny’s hand. “Don’t tell the twins, but I know you’ll be the kid’s favorite. Those two don’t know how to have fun without fire or alcohol and there’s no way I’m letting them around the little one unsupervised.” He chuckled along with you, wiping away some of the tears that had escaped at his confession.

It was then that the twins sauntered back into the main area, freezing as they saw Danny crying with Sam’s arm around him and your hand holding his.

“Everything okay?” Jake inquired, standing near the couch with Josh closeby.

“Yeah. I just- I’m nervous that mini Sam won’t like me.” The words flew out much easier now that he had said them once.

“What? Why would you think that?” Josh nearly yelled.

“Just because… y’know, I won’t really be an ‘uncle’.”

“Oh, bullshit. Me and Josh are fighting for second favorite, we already knew you’d be the first.” Jake teased, walking towards the three of you to rub his back comfortingly.

It was only a few days later that you went into labor. You were sitting on the couch - as always - when you felt a sharp pain in your stomach. You were at a point where those were pretty frequent, so you didn’t think much of it. But the pain didn’t subside for a couple of minutes, causing your concern to grow. You watched the clock and panicked as the next wave of cramping occurred five minutes later. Suddenly, you started to regret the entire thing. There was no way you could push an entire baby out of you in a couple hours - everything was becoming overwhelming and tears started to prick at your eyes.

You struggled to push yourself up, finally balancing on your feet and waddling over to the practice area. You felt bad interrupting the boys’ playing, but figured you should probably say something sooner rather than later.

Nobody had noticed that you walked in until Sam felt a poke on his shoulder, turning around to see you standing with scared eyes and a single tear running down your face. His hands stopped playing, prompting the other boys to observe the situation.

“What’s wrong, pumpkin?” You blushed at the pet name as he rubbed the tear away with his thumb.

“I’m having contractions.”

“What?!” He screeched, standing up and sending the bass crashing to the floor, making you cover your ears.

“Sam!” Jake shouted, rushing towards you both, quickly being followed by the other two boys.

“What’s wrong?” Josh spoke more calmly.

“Contractions, we need to get to a hospital.” Sam explained shortly. “I need to get the hospital bag.” Before you knew it, he had rushed off, leaving you with Danny and Josh as Jake ran to go start the car.

“I’m so scared, I can’t do this.” You whined miserably.

“Yes you can-” Josh started.

“I can’t! Babies are huge, this is gonna hurt so bad.” You wailed.

Danny stood in front of you and enclosed your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him as he spoke with confidence. “You can do this, Y/N. You’ve been planning for this ever since you were in high school. In a couple of hours, the love of your life is gonna be laying next to you in a tiny little crib, and you’re gonna forget that it was even painful at all. It’s gonna be so worth it.”

And he was right.

Sam was cuddled up next to you in the small bed, squeezing you gently as you both stared at the baby. She was wrapped in a tiny little cloth, moving every so often and stretching out her tiny fingers. Silent tears were running down your cheeks, and you assumed Sam was crying too.

A knock on the door broke the both of you out of your trance, looking at the entrance to find the twins and Danny slowly making their way in.

“Hey-”

You interrupted before any of them could get anything out. “Come look at her. She’s so pretty.”

“She? It’s a girl?” Jake asked with an awestruck tone.

You nodded and motioned them over, grinning as Danny walked towards the bassinet. You turned to Sam and gave him a knowing glance, eyes brimming with fresh tears at the situation that was about to unfold.

The three boys leaned over carefully, reaching out to leave delicate touches on their niece’s small hands and feet. They spend minutes standing and simply adoring her, and it made your heart swell.

Josh was about to ask what her name was when he caught sight of a white slip of paper attached to the crib, standing up straight and making eye contact with Sam after he’d read it. He pointed to Danny, asking a silent question, and his eyes filled with tears when Sam nodded in confirmation.

“Danny.” Josh said softly, nudging his shoulder.

“Yeah?”

Josh took a moment to give him a good look, noticing the amazed look in his eyes and the softness in his body language and tone.

“She’s got a name.” He finally choked out, making Danny’s eyes widen in excitement.

“What is it?” He looked at you for an answer, but you nodded your head towards the crib in response. Jake had bent over and looked and was now standing silent next to Josh, holding in tears of pride and love as they watched Danny search around cluelessly.

The whole room froze as he finally found the paper, leaning in to see it more clearly. It was as if time stopped, the four of you watching him straighten up in slow motion and gaze down at the baby again. His blood-shot eyes whipped to meet Sam’s, who was openly crying now.

“Are you- is this real?” He forced out, his words wavering with the tightness in his throat. Sam simply nodded, and that was all it took for the dam to break.

His hand whipped to cover his mouth as his eyes shut tightly and tears raced down his cheeks and to his neck. Josh landed a hand on his back, pulling him in for a tight embrace. Sam had abandoned his position behind you to stand up and engulf Danny in a hug. The taller man met him halfway, nearly tackling him as he wrapped his arms around your husband and squeezed him until he couldn’t breathe.

“I love you Sam. Thank you, you have no idea what this means to me.” He whispered.

“I love you too. I couldn't have asked for a better person to name my kid after.”

He pulled away from the hug and walked to you, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. He sat down at the end of the stiff mattress, trying to contain his tears as the soft whines of your baby were echoing through the room.

“Do you want to hold her?” You asked Danny, watching as he perked up nervously.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I am. Wheel her over here, I’ll show you.”

The twins carefully pushed the baby in your direction until the cradle was directly beside the bed, and you stayed laying down as you directed Danny on how to hold her. He stiffened when he heard her begin to cry, but you assured him that it was okay. Once he had her settled into a comfortable position in his arms, he stood up tall and looked down. Almost immediately, the baby had stopped crying, making Danny soften immensely.

“Hi, Danielle.” He finally spoke, choking over the name. He stuck a finger out to stroke her cheek and let out a watery laugh as her tiny hand grasped it, not even reaching all the way around. “I’m gonna spoil you rotten.”

“Wait, that’s my job.” Josh piped up from across the room, trying to hide his tear-stained cheeks by wiping them vigorously.

“Actually, I’m her dad, so it’s my job.” Sam argued, making you giggle tiredly.

“Can one of your jobs be to come cuddle me? I just pushed that thing out of my vagina, I think I deserve to be spoiled too.” The soft and tender environment was broken by your joking, making them all laugh. Sam returned under the sheets, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. You focused on the shapes and patterns he was making, and melted into him when you realized he was spelling out your daughter’s name against your skin.

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Mess Makers- Josh Kiszka

A/N: Hi, this is my very first fanfic. So i wanna go ahead and preference that this is beginners writing so i apologize. Regardless, i really hope you enjoy if you happen to come across this tiny fic about Josh. Also, don’t mind the poor grammar:)) ENJOY!!

WARNINGS: Very fluffy and sweet. A tad bit steamy towards the end but nothing major.

“Josh”

“Yes, love?”

“Can you come help me with this?” you spoke from within the kitchen. “Be right there” he shouted from across the house.

You could hear the soft padding of his feet across the hardwood floor, slowly approaching.

Groaning with impatience, you paced the kitchen.

Finally, Josh makes his way into your shared kitchen, laughing in surprise. “It looks like a bomb went off in here. What happened mama?” he exclaimed. You cover your face in embarrassment, having expected a bit of teasing from him regarding your current situation. “Shut up, it’s not that bad. I may have just forgotten to screw on the lid to the mixer, which led to the mess you see all over our kitchen cabinets,” you grumble.

He sighs, pretending to be annoyed by your antics. “What am I gonna do with you? You seem to have a track record with making messes” he says cheekily. He is referring to your unfortunate mishap with a certain dog named Rosie. “That’s not fair, she dragged me into the water against my will,” you said with a forced frown, the smile your hiding threatening to slip through.

“Whatever you have to tell yourself, mama.” Josh grinned and trotted out of the room.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going? You said you would help me. You’re not being fair Joshua.” you gripe and swing your arms around in annoyance.

You hear him giggling in the back of the house, rummaging for something unbeknownst to you.

Searching through the cabinets, you dig around for a towel to wipe the messy kitchen down with. Josh returns silently, just gazing at you in awe while you complain about said towels being missing from its promising compartment. He continues watching, giggling to himself while he listens to your blatant annoyance.

Hearing the giggles behind you, you turn to look over your shoulder and squint your eyes at the culprit.

“Ahh, you must think this is all kinds of funny, don’t you?” you get up and storm over to the mixer that started all this mess to begin with. Asking yourself whether it would be worth making even more of a mess in the chance of getting revenge on your irritatingly cute boyfriend. Instead of giving yourself time to consider the consequences, you scoop cookie dough into the palm of your hand and throw it at him. Josh jumps back in surprise.

“Playing dirty sounds about right” he grins, launching himself toward you in an instant.

The cookie dough war continues for about five more minutes before Josh calls a truce, begging for your forgiveness and gentle kisses. He corners you with a wide smirk spreading across his face. He reaches out to swipe the cookie dough off the side of your cheek. His warm touch bringing you butterflies. Reaching up to warp your arms around his neck, the both of you gaze warmly into each others eyes, taking in the blissful moment together.

He leans forward and presses a gentle but deep kiss to your lips, sighing in content.

He finally takes in your appearance and the current state of your kitchen for the first time since it turned into your battleground. Huffing out a laugh, you glare at Josh. “You helped me make this mess, now you got to help clean it up,” you exclaim.

“Alright, alright I’ll help you clean it up, but can I finish my dessert first?” he looks at you, eyes blown wide with excitement and lust.

You roll your eyes, giggling at his change in demeanor. “I could never say no to that face, could I?” you whisper in his ear.

Josh grins till his cheeks hurt and hurriedly drags you out of the kitchen, to your awaiting bedroom.

He intends to keep both his promises of cleaning up all the messes he helped make, starting with you.

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Mahogany and Teakwood-Sam Kiszka

A/N: Hey guys! This is my second fanfic. It’s a bit longer than the Josh one I wrote, but i hope it serves you well. I love Sammy so enjoy!

Warnings: She/her pronouns. Fluffyyyy very sweet. A bit of suggestive language towards the end but nothing major.

Sam sighs in relief, glad to have finally made it home to you after being on the road for the past few months.

He takes in the view of the front porch, reminding himself to drag you outside early one morning to enjoy a warm cup of coffee with him.

Sam had been touring all over the world with the boys for the past year, never really getting a break to relax with you. Of course, touring and playing night after night is his dream come true, but being away from you for an extended period makes it difficult to thoroughly enjoy all the beauties of it. Facetiming, texts, and brief visits were not enough to sedate the longing he felt during his time away.

He missed the small things like the way you snore quietly when you sleep, or the dance parties you would throw in the middle of the kitchen with Rosie, your shared dog. He missed the way you mumble under your breath when you’re frustrated. He missed your sweet lavender scent and your obnoxious, but contagious laughter. Most of all, Sam just missed you and couldn’t wait another moment to be with you.

Sam makes his way through the front door, beginning to call out to you. He pauses and grins, hearing you sing along to the Beatles record your currently spinning on the tabletop. You are completely oblivious to the fact the man you love is under your roof, for the first time in a long time.

Rosie drags herself out of her doggy bed the moment she hears Sam’s footsteps approaching. “How’s my sweet girl doing, huh?” he asks Rosie as he bends down to pat her head.

Deciding he couldn’t wait any longer, he strolls into the kitchen in search of you. He recognizes the all too familiar smell of incense burning and soup cooking on the stove.

He silently reaches the doorway and softly smiles, watching you as you sway your hips to the beat of Something by the Beatles.

Finally, you glance back attempting to check the time, but stop yourself after seeing something out of the corner of your eye. You swing around to look at the strange figure but quickly realize it’s the man you have been anxiously waiting for all day.

Squealing and running towards one another, you both collapse into one another’s awaiting arms, squeezing tight. You wanted to pinch yourself in the unfortunate chance you were dreaming.

The past few months without having Sam around have been difficult for you. Having always prided yourself on your independence, it almost killed you to admit just how much you needed him around. You have a hard time remembering what life was like before Sam graced you with his outgoing presence, but to be honest you don’t want to.

You met Sam your last year of high school. His mom, Karen, had introduced the both of you at an after party, celebrating Sam and Danny’s graduation. Karen had been high school friends with your mom and had insisted on helping you find a job around town. Your relationship with Karen had gotten close and you enjoyed running errands with her. Every now and then, she would try to set you up with Danny, always insisting you would make a cute couple. You always politely declined, having known Danny fancied a young girl at school already. Of course, you knew of the boys but you normally kept to yourself, preferring the comfort of yourself over a bunch of people. Karen had invited you to Sam and Danny’s graduation party, practically begging you to attend so she could finally introduce you to her boys.

Karen tried to round up the boys that night to introduce you, but failed miserably when realizes they wouldn’t stay put. You laughed and shrugged it off, hoping she would finally allow you to go sit by the fire. The fire pit outside was roaring high and full of life, but no one seemed to pay it any attention. While sipping on your drink and sitting by the fire, you heard someone whisper-yelling, “Hey! Hello! Over here!”. Looking back towards the noise, you find yourself looking at a small but rowdy group of boys play fighting. One of the boys, Josh, smiled wide at you and motioned you over. Realizing he was talking to you, you began to trot on over to their little hide out. Josh ended up chatting with you for the next hour about anything and everything, talking your ear off, but you enjoyed it.

Once the conversation dialed down, you took the opportunity to glance around. Catching a certain boys eye, while doing so. You recognized the handsome fellow, and gave a soft smile in his direction. Sam of course, took that as his cue to come sit and talk with you, finally getting the chance to wow the prettiest girl at the party.

You both laughed and chatted until the both of you got sick with exhaustion. He pouted at the fact that you had to return home, begging you to stay.

The next morning you heard a knock at your front door. Not having expected anyone so early in the morning, you stroll on over to peek out the door. Upon opening the door, you grin in disbelief at the sight in front of you. Sam had drove on over to your house with a smile plastered on his face and flowers in hand.

“Hey, sorry I know its early, I just couldn’t stop thinking about you. Plus, I really want to ask you on a date, before I psych myself out of doing so. Sooo, you maybe wanna go see a movie with me sometime?” Sam says, meanwhile his cheeks have turned a nice bright red, clearly feeling flustered.

“Hmm, let me think about it, yes dork.” you chuckle. “Oh thank god, I was really nervous that you would slam the door in my face.” he exclaims.

The rest is history. The two of you have been together ever since. With time comes attachment issues, and attachment issues is what you have.

The two of you stand, swaying in the middle of the kitchen. Leaving gentle kisses underneath Sam’s ear you relish in his familiar scent, mahogany and teakwood.

You chuckle while caressing his face, feeling an unfamiliar scruff underneath your fingertips. “This is new, how long have you been growing this out?” you ask.

“The past few weeks, it looks good doesn’t it?” he spoke with a smirk.

“It makes you look like an old man.” You exclaim with a laugh.

“A hot old man, right?”

“Sure, sure whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Sam laughs, while spinning you around. He brings you close to his chest, leaning down to talk into your ear. “I bet I could change your mind. Just shimmy out of that little apron and I’ll get to work, pretty girl.”

You push at his chest and roll your eyes. “Wow, you’ve been home for five minutes and you’re already trying to seduce me. I’m truly flattered,” you groan.

“I missed you so much. You can’t ever leave me again, promise?” you spoke.

Sam nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. “Promise or you could just come with me next time,” he whispers to you. You smile at his words, wanting nothing more than that. He looks down at you with eyes full of love.

“You make me so happy. How did I get so lucky? My beautiful, beautiful girl,” he speaks to you.

You blush at his words, attempting to give back all the love and attention he has given you. He pulls you in to a deep kiss, savoring the way you taste. You both sigh, feeling more content than ever before.

“I missed kissing you. I just missed you. I’m so glad your home and all mine.” You whisper.

“You’re my home, I’ll always find my way back to you, love” he says between kisses.

“I love you, Sammy”

“I love you more pretty girl”

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A/N: Please give me some feedback! I would love to chat with y’all! Hope you enjoyed:))

Moonlight- Jake Kiszka

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first Jake fic. We stan a soft Jake. Would love to know your thoughts and feedback! Enjoy!!

Warnings: Anxiety. Fluff very soft and sweet.

The moon hung high in the sky, illuminating a soft glow that peeks through the bedroom window. The minuscule amount of light allowed you to admire the man that lies next to you. Studying his features like your life depends on it.

You had been tossing and turning all night, but to no avail, you remained wide awake. Jake had insisted you both go to bed early that night, because you had a super important meeting first thing tomorrow morning. Giving in to his incessant demand that you get plenty of rest, you followed, head hung, low to your bed. Jake had instantly swung his limbs all over you and pulled you in nice and tight. His soft snoring starting minutes later.

Attempting to will yourself to sleep, you snuggled deeper into Jake, hoping his rhythmic breathing and warmth would guide you to sleep.

But instead, you’re anxiously watching the clock turn to 3:13 a.m.

Refusing to wake Jake, you quietly guide his body off of yours, stumbling out of bed. Your already awake, why not get some things done, be productive. Picking up all the empty cans from the get together you both through two nights ago, whilst also putting away drumsticks the boys left out after having a bit much to drink that night.

Reaching out to pull you closer, Jake is met with nothing but cold sheets underneath his fingers. Confused and concerned, Jake calls out for you, hoping you had just went to the bathroom. Eventually figuring out that you weren’t coming back to bed anytime soon, he rolls off his side of the bed in search of you.

Leaning over your sink, while cleaning some dishes, you feel hands wrap around your waist. You lean into his chest, basking in his warmth. “What’s wrong, love? Can’t sleep?” he asks with sleep guiding his voice. Nodding your head, refusing to turn around in his arms. He gently spins you towards him so he can look at you, concern waking his body up with full force. His fingers come up to soothe under your blood-shot eyes.

“Do you wanna talk about it or do you want me to make you some tea?” he questions whilst nudging under your chin, begging for you to look at him. “Tea please,” you whisper laying your head into his chest.

Jake has always been good about not forcing you to come clean with what’s on your mind, always giving you a choice. He knows how bad your anxiety can get and chooses to decide if your comfortable enough to tell him. Typically, you do the same song and dance, when it comes to your anxiety. You let it build up, hoping that it will go away, and when it doesn’t it all comes out to play at once. Tonight, being no exception to that pattern.

Once, Jake has successfully finished making the tea, he guides you over to your dimly lit, living room. The both of you flop onto the couch. Jake pulls your body to sit close to him and he begins to rub soothing circles into your exposed hip.

Finishing your tea, you lean into Jake, tucking your head into the side of his neck. He quietly hums a song, hoping it calms you down enough to finally talk.

“I’m sorry for waking you up. I promise I was trying to be quiet. I won’t do it again,” you croak out, feeling tears pool up in your eyes. “Don’t ever apologize for waking me up. I want you to wake me up, every single time you feel this way, okay?” he coos.

“I think I’ve just let my anxiety build up again, which I know I shouldn’t do. I’ve just been so stressed out lately with work and family stuff. Plus, your leaving to go on tour soon, so I didn’t want to worry you,” you say, sniffling softly. “I was doing so good, I don’t know what happened. This is so embarrassing,” you whisper. He kisses the top of your head in attempt to pull you closer to him. “There is no reason to feel embarrassed. You know you can tell me anything, no matter what. That’s what I’m here for, I want you to worry the hell out of me,” he says.

“If it makes you feel better, I feel like that sometimes. I let myself get overwhelmed with the whole world, praying that my life doesn’t all come crashing down on me, but you know what brings me back to earth. You. Every time I fall, you are always there to pick me up and show me just how lucky my life is. Even if the skies came crashing down today, I would still be happy, because I have you,” he spoke.

You smile at his words, lifting up to face him. Caressing his face, you gently kiss his cheeks. “Thank you, Jakey. I’m so incredibly lucky to call you mine,” you say, leaning in to give him a soft kiss. You both grin softly into one another, wishing you could stay like this forever.

“Close your eyes love, try to get some sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up, promise,” Jake whispers into your ear. Tucking yourself tighter into Jake, you slowly fall victim to sleep.

After gazing at your sleeping form, Jake’s exhaustion catches up to him. He lifts you up into his arms, carrying you back to your awaiting bed. Climbing into bed with you, Jake holds you close, letting sleep overtake him.

“I love you Jake,” you mumble out, curled up close to him.

“I love you to the moon and back,” he whispers.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed:)))