age-of-greta

[age-of-greta]

Season Of The Witch

Author’s note: hi!! Saved the best for last, here is week 4/ the finale of our spooky series!! Hope you guys have enjoyed reading them as much as I did writing them. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! Stay spooky I’ll see you guys back soon with tarot series #3 ;) vibes!!

Pairing: Jake x reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, angst, lots of sexual content, minors DNI

Word count: 8k (oops)

Rain lightly drizzled as you stared out the window of your Uber. Orange and red luminescent glow lit up the pavement and the streets were lined with fall leaves. Despite approximately two shots of tequila coursing through your stomach you still felt odd about tonight.

“You okay babe?”

That sounded foreign coming from his mouth. You forced a small smile and nodded.

“Yes Matty. I’m good.”

He smiled back and placed his hand on your thigh. You had been seeing Matt for 2 weeks now, give or take a few days.

“Who’s party is this again?” He asked, turning his head to look at you.

“A friend’s. I’ve known him for what feels like forever.” You respond, smiling back on fleeting fond memories.

“Ah.” Matt starts. “Does this friend have a name?”

You nod and laugh. “He does. It’s Josh.”

“Josh.” Matt says slowly. “Well I’m glad he allowed me to come. I’m excited to be your date.”

“Me too.” You say with faux confidence.

A part of you felt bad. You already knew how this night was going to go, but Matt didn’t. There wasn’t anything wrong with Matt. He was conventionally very attractive. Dark curly hair, blue eyes, firm build, tall- god he hated when you went out with tall guys. Matt was a doctor. He was kind, smart, and funny. But there was one problem: he wasn’t him.

You and Jake had just broken up again around a month ago. But you hadn’t seen him in 3 weeks, since you last hooked up. You see, you and Jake were always on and off. Hot and cold. Burning passion with freezing intensity. At first things were fine. You met a few years ago and a drunken hookup in a bar flourished into a relationship. It was great for almost two years. Completely head over heels. Then one day it all went to shit. No real rhyme or reason, just a giant fight that you can’t even remember. The problem was neither one of you could let go of the other. Tethered to each other like an eternal curse. Ever since you have bounced in and out of each other’s lives like ping pong balls. Tonight was no exception. A Halloween party thrown by Josh. You had been invited before but Josh had texted you last week confirming you would still be there. Despite the shit with you and Jake the others felt like family to you.

“I believe we’re here.” The Uber driver says, putting the car in park.

“Thanks man. Happy Halloween.” Matt says, pulling out his wallet and handing the guy a twenty.

Matt gets out of the car and rushes to open your door. He reaches in and grabs your hand, helping you out of the car. Your outfit was relentless. It was definitely the sluttiest outfit you had ever put on your body. That was done intentionally. You wore a black latex bodycon dress, skin tight with your breasts pushed up and spilling out of the top. The material barely hit your mid thigh. You wore matching latex black platform calf boots with it. Your hair was full and blown out with loose curls and glitter hairspray. You had on a full face of sultry makeup, heavy on the eyelashes, bronzer, and lipgloss. You were calling yourself a witch, though the only indication of that would be the small black pentagram choker you had on with matching earrings. Your whole body was shimmering with glowy body oil and your nails were black almond shaped. You almost suffocated yourself with the amount of perfume you applied. It was the most extra you had ever been, but Halloween was your favorite holiday and seeing Jake’s face would be priceless. When Matt had come over to your apartment he had to adjust his pants after a mere hug in this get up. Matt was dressed as a zombie doctor. He had just tattered up a pair of his old scrubs, but he did look good. You saw their house illuminated with lit pumpkins and purple lights. Soft thuds lit up the house as you heard Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix get louder with every step. The rain had stopped and Matt had his arm linked with yours to balance you up the driveway. When you finally got up to the porch you adjusted your dress before opening the door, you were beyond knocking. The smell of fog machines, marijuana, various liquors, and sweat assaulted your senses as you entered the house. It was dark, only lit by soft automatic candle lights or fluorescent orange string lights. It was loud as Hendrix continued to billow out of the speakers.

“Oh shit!”

You heard from across the room, your eyes darted to see Sam beelining towards you. You grinned and embraced him in a hug.

“Fuck look at you.” He said, giving you a twirl. “So spooky.”

You let out a laugh. “Thanks Sammy. I dig your costume too. Eh- what exactly is it?”

He stares at you blankly. “I’m obviously a Niagara Falls tourist… that fell in.”

He points towards his outfit, cargo shorts, a white “I <3 Niagara Falls” t-shirt with blood smeared, a broken camera around his neck, a yellow tattered poncho also blood stained, and a fake bloody nose.

“I fucking love it.” You said with a laugh. “Very original.”

“There you are!”

You see Josh heading towards you, he’s dressed up as Elvis. “I was starting to think you had bailed on me.”

You smile and hug him. “Never.”

“Ooh you look hot.” Josh compliments, then looks to the side of you. “Oh sorry. Who’s this?”

You had almost forgotten Matt was standing there for a moment. “Josh, Sam, -this is Matt. He’s my date.” You say with a smile.

Sam smirks as Josh throws his hand out to introduce himself.

“Hey man, thanks for letting me come. I’m excited to get to meet all of her friends.” Matt announces politely, shaking hands with Josh.

Sam snickers. “Oh yeah. You’ll enjoy meeting everyone. Listen hot stuff, I’ve got to refill the fog machines and find Daniel. I’ll catch up with you later.” He quickly pecks the top of your head and scurries off to the crowd.

Josh smiles at Matt. “He’s a little shit, pay him no mind. You guys should hit the bar and grab some drinks. If the good shit is gone you know where to find the stash. Have fun you crazy kids.” Josh says, patting your back and starting to walk off yelling at someone to put a vase down.

“Shall we?” You ask Matt, taking his hand.

“Lead the way.” He replies with a smile.

You were only at the entrance of the house, so you tried to keep it cool and not scan around for Jake. You knew he’d be slinking around here somewhere with a drink in hand. You pushed past bodies and smiled when you saw Danny in the kitchen making drinks. As you headed that direction you saw him out of the corner of your eye. You only caught a brief glimpse of him in your peripheral, but you could feel his eyes searing into you. He was standing by the bathroom door, arms folded, and drink in hand just as you had predicted. You felt emboldened by that.

“Hey Matty?” You fluttered your lashes at him and got closer to his ear. “I’m going to run to the bathroom and fix my lipgloss. Would you mind getting us drinks? See the guy with the long curly hair? His name is Danny, he’s a friend. Tell him you’re with me and he’ll hook us up.”

He looked down at you focusing on your lips and placed his hand on the small of your back. “Yeah of course. I’ll meet you over there.”

You smiled up at him and nodded, before parting ways. You knew Jake was still watching you. You headed straight for the bathroom, not even bothering to glance at him. He beat you to the bathroom door.

“Sorry doll. Out of order. You can go use mine though.” That cocky grin spread on his face.

You scoffed and looked at him. “They made you bathroom police tonight? That’s quite a fitting job for you Jake.”

He smiled briefly at your banter. “Funny. What exactly are you wearing?”

“Did you get confused again? It’s Halloween, this is a costume.” You said, in a patronizing tone.

Jake’s eyes raked all over your body as he bit his lip. “A costume huh? I think dental floss would have been less revealing.”

“Oh please. As if you have room to talk. What are you? A half assed pirate again?”

He flicked his eyes up to you. “What is your costume? A whore?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes Jake, I’m a whore. That’s my costume. You’ve cracked the code with that big brain yet again.”

He looks straight in your eyes, somewhat of a playful tone creeps out. “Yeah? Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Ha.” You state blankly. “Actually I’m a witch.”

You point to your pentagram necklace and Jake chuckles.

“I said, tell me something I don’t know, doll.”

He reaches up and lightly touches your necklace. That was enough to send goosebumps up your spine, but you would never give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

He took a step closer to you. “Wanna just skip all of this and go upstairs?”

You felt something bubble inside of you. But before you could retort someone came up right next to Jake, putting her hand on his arm and handing him a cup.

He smirked at you and glanced back at her. “Thanks Mere.” Then he wrapped his arm around her. Fucker.

She was short and petite with a blonde bob and fair skin, dressed up as Alice from Alice in Wonderland in a store bought costume.

This was one of the sick and twisted games you would play. Dangling other people in front of each other. You had only done it two other times and it drove Jake crazy. The first, all you had done was flirt with a guy in a bar and Jake snatched you up and brought you home to remind you who you belonged to. The second, you had gone on a date with someone right next to their studio. It didn’t take long for Jake to see your car and catch on to your antics. Jake had done this on countless occasions. Flirting, using his undeniable charm on poor women he had no intentions with. These things never went really far. Just enough to piss you off before he inevitably took you home. You tried to pretend that it didn’t bother you, but he knew how bad it did.

You tried not to glare at her.

“You’re welcome. The beer by the fire is so much better than what’s in the kitchen.” She beams at him. Gross.

Then she turns towards you, absolutely judging what you’re wearing. She made a reactionary face that she quickly tried to hide. But you saw it. Before any words could be exchanged Matt is by your side again.

“Here you go babe.”

He hands you a cup full of something that Danny had made and you smile up at him.

“Thank you Matty.” You put a little bit of a show on, but not too much. Yet.

You glance back over at Jake who is visibly scowling at you.

“Oh sorry. Matt this is Jake and- Mere is it?”

The blonde extends her hand. “Meredith.”

“Meredith.” You say with a smile. “How long have you known Jake?”

She seems a little taken aback by the question, you could care less.

“Well I guess only a few days.” She admits with a laugh. “We met through some mutual friends. How do you know each other?”

You smiled at her. “Oh same!” Then you look directly into Jake’s eyes. “Mutual friends.”

Meredith glances oddly between you and Jake. She clears her throat and looks at Matt. “And how long have you two been together?” She asks, trying to change the subject.

Matt smiles and wraps his hand around your waist. “Almost three weeks now. I’ve got to say, no complaints. Time flies when you’re having fun.”

Shit had it been three weeks? You glanced over at Jake who was shooting daggers at you. You snapped yourself out of your thoughts and smiled up at Jake and Meredith.

“Well it was lovely to meet you. We’ll get out of your hair. Don’t want to intrude. Have a good night Jake.”

He makes a face at you as you grab Matt’s hand and lead him away. Matt looks at you slightly confused once you find a spot.

“What?” You ask with a shrug.

He smiles and shakes his head. “Nothing. I take it you’re not a fan of them?”

You breathe out a laugh. “Now why would you say something like that?”

He grins at you. “So mischievous. What am I going to do with you?”

You step closer to him and put your hand on his chest. “Hopefully something inappropriate.”

His eyes were filled with lust as he took you in. This is the most forward you had ever been with him, but you knew Jake’s eyes were still on you. You leaned in and placed a small kiss on his cheek. His hands wrapped around your waist, but you pulled away quickly, shooting him a smile. His cheeks had dusted a light shade of pink as he bashfully grinned back at you. You saw Jake already heading towards you, but you took Matt’s hand and led him outside.

“Let’s see the fire!” You half yelled over the music.

“I’ll follow you anywhere.” He responded in a giddy tone.

You lead him outside, quick to evade Jake’s interruption. There were only a few people standing outside, Danny being one of them.

“Hi stranger.” You said, coming up behind him.

He spun around on his heels and gave you a knowing smile. “There she is. I take it, you liked your drink?”

You nodded. “Best damn bartender at every event.”

He bows at you. “I aim to please. I’ve already met Matt here. Seems like a stand up guy.”

Matt chuckles at him as Danny gives him a glance.

“You’re right.” You respond. “Hey you wanna make s’mores?”

“I’ll get them. You guys finish your conversation.” Matt offers, rubbing your back and heading to the fire.

Danny looks down at you.

“What?” You ask.

“He seems nice.” Danny offers.

“He is.” You say, glancing at Matt dipping three marshmallows in fire.

“Uh-huh.” Danny pauses. “And how does Jake feel about that?”

You shift your eyes back to Danny. “It doesn’t matter how he feels about it.”

Danny sucks in his cheeks and lets out a laugh. “Right. You two are trouble, you know that?”

“Oh I’m well aware.” You retort. “Did Sam ever find you?”

Danny sips his beer. “I haven’t seen him in- I dunno an hour maybe?”

“Oh. Well when I arrived he was looking for you. Something about fog machines?”

Danny cuts his eyes. “Oh hell no. I am not doing that shit again. That was his job.”

You chuckle. “Sounds like Sam.”

“Fuck. There he is. I’m dipping before he catches a whiff that I’m out here. Don’t rat on me.” Danny says, holding his finger up playfully at you.

You salute him. “Scout’s honor.”

“Good luck with that.” Danny points towards Matt.

You wave him off and he quickly walks the other way toward the house.

Sam catches your sight and approaches you. “You seen Daniel?”

You purse your lips at him. “Nope.”

“Slippery fucker.” He says, barely above a whisper.

You cackle.

“Oh by the way Jake’s pissed. He’s slamming shit in the kitchen. Want a beer?”

You let out a breath. “Most definitely.”

Sam heads towards the keg just as Matt is making his way back to you with three s’mores.

“Where did Danny go?”

“Bartender emergency.” You lie, taking the s’more he made for you. “Thank you.”

Sam came back over and handed you a cup of beer before patting your back and heading back to the house. If you had to guess he saw Danny in a window.

Matt knitted his brows together and gave you a strange smile. “Your friends are weird.”

You chuckled. “You don’t know the half of it.”

You and Matt spent around thirty more minutes outside enjoying the fire, s’mores, and beer. Before long you had gotten chilly and wanted to go back inside. The drink Danny had made you along with the beer had started to make you feel a little fuzzy. Once back inside you spotted Jake at the beer pong table with Meredith. He had just sunk a shot and she jumped for joy when he did. Gross again.

“Hey I’m going to go pee! I’ll be right back.” You say, giving Matt a heads up.

He nods and you head for the original bathroom you had gone to. Once inside you peed, washed your hands, and stared at yourself in the mirror. A part of you wished you had just stayed home. As much as the thrill of being with Jake excited you, seeing him with Meredith made you feel like shit. You hated that it was this way. When you two were good, you were great. The highest highs and in turn, the lowest lows. Neither one of you were effective communicators, putting your pride above all else. You fluffed your hair and went to open the door, but to your surprise someone had barged in. Jake, with a wicked smile on his lips.

“Need some help in here?”

You crossed your arms. “Certainly not from you.”

“Oh tough girl, are we?” He steps closer to you and puts his face inches from yours. “I know what shit you’re trying to pull. Cut it out.”

You glare at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He backed you up to the sink and put both arms out next to you, propping himself on the vanity while sinking closer towards you. “Yes you do. Tell your friend to fucking leave.”

You smirk at him. “No. I don’t think I will.”

He slides his hand down to your thigh and you feel like you could explode.

“Don’t start with me.” He warns, gripping at your flesh.

You swallow hard and look at him. “We’re not together Jake. I can do whatever or should I say whoever I want.”

That renders him speechless as his eyes bore into yours.

You remove his hand and get out from under him heading to the door. You turn back around and laugh.

“Oh and you should get Mere to do something about… that.” You tease, motioning to the beginning of an erection bulging in his pants.

Before he can respond you walk out and close the door. You take a deep breath and adjust your dress before returning to your date.

“Tequila shot?”

Matt smiles and nods. Then you’re heading off into the kitchen. You spot Josh and yell “tequila!” It doesn’t take him long to reach you.

“Let me get the whole gang, start pouring the good shit!” Josh yells, before diving back into the crowd.

You smiled and headed to their pantry, bending down to find a liquor cabinet with a keypad on it. You type in the four digit code and grab a brand new bottle of Casamigos. It was your favorite. Then you shut the cabinet and head back to the island, reaching for the shot glasses. Danny and Sam arrive and begin to start on the shots.

“We need seven right?” Danny asks.

“Yeah. I assume when Josh finds Jake he’ll bring blondie with him.” Sam answers, digging the pre-cut limes from the refrigerator.

Sure enough Sam was right. Josh brought back Jake and Meredith, his hand was guiding her on her back.

“Alright, gather around everyone!” Josh announced. “To the original crew and a couple of new friends. Happy Halloween you fuckers! I love you all!”

You giggle and yell back, “Cheers!” in unison with everyone else. You slam the shot down on the island before shooting the liquid down. It burns but in the best way possible. Meredith chokes hers down, spilling it down her chin. Amateur. Then Jake does something that catches even you off guard. He looks down at her and swipes his thumb over her bottom lip cleaning up the spilled tequila. Then he cuts his eyes over to you. You chew on your cheek and lock eyes back with him. Sam must have noticed because he let out a small laugh.

One thing about Sam? He loved to start shit. It was one of the reasons you loved him so much.

“Hey sexy witch!” Sam called over to you. “How about one of your specialties tonight? I mean it’s only right that the newbies get to bare witness.”

Jake’s expression stiffened, but you softened and smiled.

“Pour it up Sammy.”

Josh and Danny collectively “oooooh’d” and slapped the island. Sam began to grab a shot of birthday cake vodka, topping it with whipped cream. Then he sets it down before you.

“You know the rules mama, no hands.” Josh reminds, while you nod.

You tuck your hair behind your ears and place your hands behind your back, holding your wrists. Matt looks down at you with his eyebrows slightly raised, you just wink at him and part your lips. You wrap your lips around the rim of the shot glass and just for a split second lock eyes with Jake before sucking your cheeks in. You propel the shot glass back and stand up while the sweet liquid pours down your throat. You take the shot glass out of your mouth while the guys around you, minus Jake, erupt cheer. You can feel a tinge of whipped cream on the corner of your mouth, you start to wipe it but Matt beats you to it.

“Let me.” Matt says, taking his pointer finger and wiping the small white spot.

Without thinking you take his finger into your mouth and suck the remnants off.

Matt takes a sharp inhale.

Josh clears his throat and mutters “Oh fuck.” Before turning his boisterous self back on. “The talent! Thank you for blessing us with such a sight. Sam, Danny, come with me really quick. I need help with these speakers back here.”

You glance over and Sam makes wide eyes at you while smiling. Then all three of them trudge off, just leaving the four of you in silence.

“Wanna go dance?” You ask Matt, pulling on his arm.

“Lead the way babe.”

You take him in the crowd where everyone is dancing. If you were sober maybe you would have been embarrassed with your forward actions, but as the liquor sloshed around in your stomach you couldn’t care less. You two were close, really close. Swaying on each other. Matt leaned down and placed a kiss on your neck. Then his hands trailed further down your body until they met your ass, giving it a light squeeze. You looked up in surprise at him. He leaned forward and whispered into your neck, “Wanna get out of here?”

Before you could respond you felt a firm grip on your arm. You spun around and there was Jake, seething.

“Let’s fucking go.” He growled as he pulled you away.

Matt furrowed his brows and went to grab your other wrist. You stopped and Jake turned around with a death stare. “Get your fucking hands off of her. Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to touch things that don’t belong to you?”

Matt let go and continued to stare at you in disbelief. Your feet continued to move with Jake as you mouthed “sorry.”

Jake didn’t let go or loosen his grip as he continued to drag you through the crowded house. He took you upstairs and towards a familiar door. Once inside he slammed his door and locked it before turning his attention towards you. He was mad. Furious even. Possibly the most upset you had ever seen him.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He yells with a scowl plastered on his face.

“Oh fuck off.” You say, completely disinterested.

“You’re going to bring some random fuck to my house and then rub all up against him blatantly in front of me?”

You laugh. “What about your little Meredith? You wanna put your hands all over her and when I am enjoying myself with another person it’s a problem?”

Jake scoffs. “I wasn’t letting her kiss all over me and feel me up!”

“So what? Let her.” You spit.

Jake looks at you pointedly. “You need to learn who you belong to.”

You let out a maniacal laugh. “Inform me Jake? Who do I belong to? Because it sure as hell isn’t you!”

You see his face clouding with darkness. “That’s where you’re wrong. You do belong to me.” He steps up closer to you. “You’re mine.”

That causes warmness to swell in your stomach, but you wouldn’t let him know that.

“Not anymore.” You say with as much confidence as you can muster.

“Don’t say that.” He says taking a step towards you. “It’s a lie. We don’t lie to each other. Remember?”

You scoff. “I don’t think we have ever followed through with that promise to one another. Are we done here? I’m getting bored.”

Jake half smirks at you. “Bored?”

You glare back at him unimpressed. “Yeah, bored. I didn’t stutter.”

“Bored… That’s funny. Don’t act like you didn’t wear this little.. outfit to get my attention. You know you could wear a trash bag and my eyes would be on you.”

You roll your eyes trying to keep a blank stare on your face, but internally you’re on fire.

“It turns you on that I’m jealous, doesn’t it?” He asks.

You suck in your cheeks.

“You knew exactly what would happen when you brought him here. You knew exactly where you would end up tonight regardless, but you still brought him here.”

You crack a smile at him. “I brought a tall hot guy on a date and then you cockblocked me. That’s what happened.”

Jake steps closer to you until his body is touching yours. He lightly grabs your wrists and pins them to the wall. His eyes scan your face for some sort of reaction. You’re falling apart trying to remain unaffected. You can feel your heart thudding as his breath fans over your neck. “Let’s see how long it takes for this little confidence facade to crack. Shall we?”

“Fuck yo-“

Then his lips crash onto yours. Slow and warm, which is the exact opposite of how you expected. Suddenly that hardened exterior has cracked entirely as you kiss him back with every ounce of passion in your body. Fuck, you missed his lips on you.

He takes his mouth off of yours and stares down into your eyes. Neither one of you dare say a word. Then he goes back in, kissing you feverishly. His hands grab at your waist and pulls you closer into him. Your tongues meet and you swear you could feel fireworks throughout your whole body. The truth is, no one could ever make you feel the way that you felt with Jake. This was just further proof. Jake’s calloused hands begin to rub up your thigh as you take in sharp breaths from his mouth. He fumbles around with the hem of your very short and very tight dress. Finally he makes his way up your dress spreading your legs apart. He takes two fingers and swipes them over your drenched clothed center and you shutter at the feeling. You can feel that smirk on his face while your lips are still connected. He bites your bottom lip and pulls away.

“Look at you. Already making a mess of yourself.”

You take a breath. “Yeah, Matt did a number on me on the dance floor.”

You see Jake let out a small laugh at your boldness while he also clenched his jaw. He was right, jealousy did turn you on.

“Just when I thought you were going to be sweet.” He says, popping the two fingers in his mouth. “Strip.”

You cross your arms at him.

“Strip. Now. I’m not asking again.”

He backs away from you and you give him a glare. You’re going to do exactly what he says because you’re weak for him and beyond turned on.

His eyes stare intensely at you while you reach back and grab the small zipper. You tug it down and begin to peel yourself out of the dress. You see him take a noticeably deeper breath when your breasts are freed. You grab the material from around your waist and shimmy out of it, dropping it to the floor. Only in your boots and black silky thongs, you step out of the dress and look at Jake.

“Goddamn.” He says lowly, raking his eyes up and down your body.

You reach down to begin removing your boots when Jake speaks up. “No. Leave them. You wanna dress up like a whore tonight so I’m going to fuck you like one. Knees.”

You swallow the excitement that draws up your throat from that statement while you take a few steps closer to him. You sink to your knees and Jake reaches down and softly runs his finger through your hair. He reaches down and hooks your chin under his pointer finger.

“So pretty and this makeup looks so good. Unfortunately it’s about to get ruined.”

He unbuckles his pants and lets them hit the floor, he’s already hard. You look up at him waiting for instruction. His hand returns to your face running his thumb along your lips.

“You know the rules mama. No hands.” He spits, referencing earlier.

You look up at him and nod, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. He slightly twitches at your action. The way you affected him always turned you on even more. His cock grazes your tongue and he already lets out a breath. You lick a hot stripe up his length then swirl your tongue around the tip and his hand finds the back of your head.

“Quit teasing.”

You take him into your mouth, rolling your tongue around as he travels further back into your mouth.

“Fuck.” He lets out through gritted teeth.

He sinks your head further until you gag lightly, then he pulls you back. You begin to bob up and down around him while his grip in your hair tightens. You glance up and make eye contact with him through your lashes while hollowing your cheeks around him. He looked so fucking hot. Brows furrowed, a sheen amount of sweat broke out on his skin, face pinched in concentration and bewilderment. But when your eyes meet his he lets out a groan and pulls you off of him so he doesn’t finish already. You let out a small laugh and he looks down at you still on your knees.

You start to wipe the corner of your mouth. “What’s wrong Jakey? Made a mess of yourself already?”

He smirks at you. “That mouth is going to get you into trouble. On the bed. Ass up.”

You get to your feet and make your way to the bed, propping your ass up like you were told. You’re already throbbing with anticipation, you know when he gets like this he fucks you mericilessly. You feel him step up behind you and widen your legs. He runs his hands all up and down your ass before giving it a swift smack. You let out a whimper. Then, he quickly rips your panties down to your knees. You’re expecting him to ease himself into you, but to your surprise you hear him get down on his knees. He uses both of his arms to pull your ass back straight to his face. He begins kissing the inside of the back of your thighs and you’re already worked up. He flattens his tongue and licks up your center, popping his tongue at your most sensitive spot. He continues to lick and suck until you’re gripping his sheets for dear life. When he adds two fingers, you’re done for. You can feel that heat burning in your core coming to a high, you clench your eyes shut as your legs begin to shake.

“Fuck-“ you moan.

Just as that feeling is about to bubble into euphoria, Jake stops. You whip your head around and he stands up and wipes the slick off his face.

“Jake!”

“Shhh. You know I always take care of you.” He smirks. “Come here pretty girl.”

He flips you over and climbs on top of you. He leans down and kisses down your neck while his erection presses on your stomach. Slowly but surely he makes his way down to your breasts, kissing and nipping at your nipples. You indulge in the sensation and your hands quickly wrap into his long hair. He reaches down and rubs himself all over you, you both let out breathy moans. He finally sinks into, slowly, letting you adjust. You can feel your eyes roll into the back of your head as he picks up the pace. His mouth sloppily meets yours. You’re both moaning into each other's mouth as you wrap your knees around him. You lace your fingers into his hair giving it a light tug. This causes him to lift his head slightly and he groans while diving back down to kiss your neck.

“Oh god- fuck.” You whine, as his mouth and tongue roughly suck at your throat.

“Nothing compares to you. Nothing ever will.” Jake pants into your ear. “You’re like a drug to me. I’ll swallow you every night for the rest of my life baby.”

He knows when he’s vocal like that it sends you into oblivion. And here you are right on the edge.

“Jake-“ you whine.

“I know, baby. I know. I’m right there with you. Ah fuck.”

Jake slams one of your hands down onto the bed, lacing his fingers with yours. Your other hand is gripping his shoulder for dear life. His hair is tickling your face and shoulders adding to the sensation. That familiar burn is back and you know this time that flame will spread to every orifice of your body. Jake is also rapidly becoming undone as his strokes become faster but more sloppy. You throw your head back into the pillow and let go as you feel yourself leave your body for a moment. Jake finishes just as you’re beginning to recover, he’s a mess of curse words and heavy breathing. He stays on you, as you can feel both of your hearts beating rapidly. You both stay like this for a few minutes, just trying to recover.

Finally he gives your forehead a kiss and then rolls off staring up at the ceiling for a moment. It’s quiet, but then Jake sits up and grabs a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his nightstand. He lights up a Camel and takes a puff before passing it to you. You let out a small laugh and accept it, inhaling the minty flavor. Jake tilts his head to the side and stares at you. It seems as if he is studying every characteristic about you. Like he had forgotten how beautiful you looked after he ruined you.

You exhale and turn to him. “What?”

He shrugs. “I like looking at you.”

You scoff a little.

“I do.” He insists. “I’ve missed you.”

“Funny way of showing it.” You retort.

“I don’t want to do this tonight. But I would like to have a conversation in the morning about it. Would you like to go back down or stay up here and watch scary movies?”

You think about continuing the harshness with him, but truthfully you don’t want to. “Up to you.”

Jake sucks in a breath. “Okay, can we go back down there and cook a pizza? I’ll start kicking the randoms out and then we can come back up here and put on a movie. There’s a new slasher film on Netflix, I thought you might like it.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you had already seen it, so you just smiled and said: “Yeah, okay.”

Jake matches your smile then leans over and plants a kiss lightly on your mouth before rolling off the bed. He threw you a t-shirt before heading to his bathroom. You finally peel your boots off and pad into the bathroom with him. He opens up his medicine cabinet and grabs a pack of your feminine wipes. He kept them here, which means that all of your things would still be in that cabinet. You try not to smile as he sets them down on the counter and leaves to give you privacy. You stare at yourself in the mirror and try to fix your makeup. You weren’t sure if you were buzzed off of the alcohol or something else entirely. After fixing yourself, you exit the bathroom to see Jake plopping a pair of his slippers on the floor for you.

“Probably don’t wanna walk out there barefoot.”

You nod and accept the slippers. “What about-“

Jake cuts you off before you can finish. “He’s gone. They’re both gone. Sam escorted them out.”

“Oh.” You say plainly.

Jake narrows his eyes at you. “Try not to sound so disappointed.”

That elicits a giggle from you and Jake playfully rolls his eyes, then grabs your hand. He laces his fingers with yours and leads you out of his room.

To your surprise, the party had thinned out significantly. How long were you two up there? It seemed like maybe thirty minutes but it looked as if hours had passed. Music still bumped as you made your way downstairs in nothing but Jake’s shirt and shoes. You scanned the room and didn’t see Matt or Meredith. That gave you a sigh of relief. Eventually you would have to speak with Matt and apologize. You felt a little bad as he was nice, but he wasn’t Jake. That would always be a flaw in any potential partner you could ever have. One that you weren’t sure you could ever get past.

Jake took you to the kitchen and preheated the oven yelling at a few people to “fuck off and get out” along the way.

You heard a familiar voice echo towards you. “Jake are you telling my guests to fuck off and get out? It’s only 2am what’s wrong with y-“ Josh pauses when he sees you standing there in his twin’s shirt and a smile spreads across his face. “So you two have worked things out I assume.”

You blush a little feeling silly for the show earlier in front of everyone. You see Sam and Danny approaching Josh.

“Well well. What do we have here?” Sam asks, glancing between you and Jake.

“I’m shocked- truly.” Danny adds, facetiously.

“Mhm.” Jake answers only to Josh, taking your hand back in his. “Also yeah it’s 2am it’s time to wrap this shit up.”

“Yeah which is why we need to keep this party going all night because you two have weeks of sexual frustration to let out!” Sam exclaimed.

“To be fair Sam, by the look of it, they already have.” Danny snickers.

Sam erupts with laughter. “That won’t be the last of it. Remember that last cabin trip we took? They’re like bunnies-“

“Okay fuck enough! Keep drinking, it’s obviously making you all more intelligent. Just keep everyone down here.” Jake concedes, shaking his head.

Josh laughs. “Well you heard the man! Party stays down stairs everyone!” He shouts, although no one pays him hardly any mind.

Sam slinks by you and wraps his arm around you while Jake throws the pizza in the oven. “Feel better?”

You roll your eyes at him. “Hush.”

He gives you shoulder a squeeze. “I’m just teasing. I’m glad you’re back around. They’re all so dreadfully boring.”

Jake huffs at him. “Don’t you all have a party to get back to or something?”

“Good point.” Danny says. “Have fun you two. Be safe!” Then he heads off to the crowd with Sam close behind shouting: “What he said! Daniel, wait! The fog machines!”

Josh chuckles at them and walks over to you. He wraps you in a hug and kisses your forehead. “We have missed you mama.”

“Watch it.” Jake warns half heartedly.

Josh scoffs. “Oh please. Also let it be known that Jake has done nothing but sulk around for the past few weeks! He made me text you to remind you about this party tonight!”

Jake grins at him and playfully shoves him along. “Get out of here.”

Josh throws his hands up and winks at you before diving back into the party.

Jake shakes his head and looks at you.

You grin back up at him. “Is that true?”

He blushes and takes your hand. “Ask me about it in the morning.”

**

Sunlight bathed in through the splits in the curtains. You half opened one eye, still trying to recover from your slumber. You turned your head to catch a glimpse of Jake’s alarm clock. It read: OCT. 31ST 10:42am. Jake was still asleep, softly snoring next to you as his arm draped over your side. Last night had ended quite perfectly. You had taken your pizza upstairs, watched that movie, and fucked two more times. It was almost 6am when you both had finally dozed off. You smiled a little when you thought of it, but that smile faded when you realized how full your bladder was. You attempted to wiggle out from under Jake’s arm, but he just pulled you in closer to him.

“Morning.” He says with his eyes still closed and a grin on his face.

“Good morning Jake. I really need to pee.”

He pulled you even closer and started kissing all over your face and neck. “C’mon stay in bed.”

You giggled. “Jake!”

He groaned. “Okay, off you go.”

You bolted up as soon as he released you and he laughed. After peeing you washed your hands and had yourself a glance in the mirror. There were purplish love bites all over your neck and collarbone. They wouldn’t be fun to cover up. You grabbed your toothbrush and started brushing your teeth. Jake opened the door, illuminated in sunlight with a smile on his face. He stepped in and hugged you from behind, giving you a peck on the cheek. This seemed a little unlike him, but you went with it. He grabbed his toothbrush and said “Breakfast?”

You hummed and nodded.

After you had made yourself somewhat presentable you went through the clothes on the floor to try and find your dress from the night before.

“What are you doing?” Jake asked with knitted brows.

“Looking for my clothes.” You replied.

He sucked in his cheeks. “I’ll give you a pair of my sweatpants and a hoodie. You can wear my slippers too.”

“Jake I’ll look homeless.” You say with a laugh.

“No you won’t. I like it when you wear my clothes.” He offers with a smile.

You playfully roll your eyes and accept his offer.

To your surprise you come downstairs to a somewhat clean house. Josh is poking about the kitchen, wiping down counters and softly humming to himself.

“Good morning you two- ugh! Fuck!”

You make a face at him. “What?”

“What happened to your neck? It looks like you were attacked by an octopus. Holy shit.” He states, dumbfoundedly staring at you.

“Gotta mark your territory. Right?” Jake interjects with a smirk.

Josh makes a fake gagging sound as Jake grabs your arm and leads you to the door.

“Sam was right! God that’s something I never thought I would say.” Josh yells after you two head for the door.

**

You crunched the leaves beneath your feet into a 24 hour breakfast diner that you and Jake had frequented before. There were little spider webs and skeletons hung up everywhere. Jake had ordered you both the Halloween special that had consisted of some sort of pumpkin coffee, witchy waffles, and batty bacon.

“So.” Jake said as he sipped his coffee.

“So?” You answered.

He lets out a huff. “You make me nervous.”

You laughed at him. “No I don’t.”

“Yes you do.”

Before you can speak he continues. “Okay fuck it here it goes. So yes I asked Josh to text you. In fact, I bugged the piss out of him about it for days. I did sulk for those three weeks. And when I saw you walk in yesterday with that fuck I felt a feeling that I never want to feel again.”

You swallow and glance up at him. “Oh…”

He huffs again and pushes his hair back. “What I’m trying to say here is- I want you. I want you in every way all of the time. I don’t want to keep fueling the stupid fights and breakups. I’m done with that. I’ve done a lot of reflecting and… well, I love you. I’ve loved you for years and I want to keep on loving you for years. I want us to be together and actually give it a shot. A permanent shot. You and me.”

You blink and stare at him, entirely unsure what to even say. You and Jake had technically been together for years and this was the first time you had heard him say he loved you stone cold sober. You felt like you could vomit, but in a good way?

“Please say something.” He spits out, slightly anxious.

“Jake- I…” You take a breath and swallow. “I love you too.”

A visible sigh leaves his body as that perfect smile creeps over his face.

“But I’m scared. I’m scared that you’re going to hurt me. That we’re going to hurt each other.”

He grabs your hand and laces it with his. “I know. A big part of that is my own fault. But I’m serious. I want to try. I want to communicate with you. I want to make it work. I want you.”

You chew on your lip, still unsure of his words. It felt surreal, like you were in a dream. You had been waiting for years to hear this come out of his mouth. Slowly, you nod your head and muster up a very small “Okay.” With a smile.

Jake jolts up and leans across the table grabbing your jaw and pulling you in for a kiss. Then he puts his forehead up against yours and mutters a “thank you.” Before sitting down like all eyes weren’t on you two.

“How’s your coffee?” He asks you nonchalantly.

You look up at him and laugh. He does the same.

“It’s perfect. How’s yours?”

He smiles at you with those beautiful white teeth that you rarely see.

“Perfect.” He answers back.

Your waitress brings your Halloween specials and you both eat and giggle at one another. When you’re finished, Jake takes your hand and leads you outside. The crisp air raises goosebumps on your skin, yet you had never felt more warm.

“Can I take you back to your place to get changed then we go have a spooky day? I still think we have time to pick out a pumpkin and carve it. We just need to be back before dark because I shelled out on Halloween candy this year.”

You laugh in a surprised way. “Jake Kiszka are you getting soft on me? Handing out candy to children?”

He rolls his eyes. “No. It’s a competition. The best costumes get the most candy.”

You throw your head back. “That’s sort of fucked up.”

“But you’re going to do it with me. Aren’t you?” He asks with a smirk.

“Obviously.”

He kisses your cheek and laughs. “That’s my girl.”

****

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[age-of-greta]

(Don’t Fear) The Reaper

Author’s note: hi!!! Week 3 of our spooky Halloween series here!! It’s Sammy’s turn! Next part will be out on the 30th at midnight, it’s longggggggg hehehe. Pls ignore the typos and enjoy :)) vibes!

Pairing: Sam x reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, heavy petting, minors DNI

Word count: 4.2k

It was cold. That was the first thing you noticed as you stepped out of Poppy’s car. The air was thicker with the fog machines going off everywhere, some Rob Zombie song was playing quite loudly in the background, and laser lights were everywhere. But you were cold and slightly irritated. Poppy had dragged you here to this haunted house with her tonight so she could be with her boyfriend, Josh. You liked Josh, you really did- but being around Josh meant being around all of them too. They were just simply too extroverted for your liking. In group settings you felt strange and out of place. They were always so on, something that Poppy had adapted to well. You, not so much. You and Poppy had been best friends for years, and when she met Josh all those months ago you were truly happy for her. Finally, a decent guy. She absolutely deserved it, she deserved the world, and Josh could give that to her. She wanted you to go everywhere with them, which stuck out to you as odd at first. You didn’t want to third wheel. However, once you finally got the hang of things you realized that Josh didn’t go anywhere hardly without his brothers. Alas, you were all giant third wheels that would eventually turn into a group dynamic. In these group hangout sessions you kept to yourself mostly, you had guessed you were shy. There had been plenty of times you had shown another side to you, but that always involved alcohol. Perhaps you felt so strange because you always felt two eyes that found you. You weren’t sure if you were being dramatic or imagining it, but Sam Kiszka always stared at you. You positively could not figure out why. He never even spoke to you, unless you were both inebriated- then you two carried on like you had known each other for years. However, there was this one night. You were both drinking and he kissed you. Without rhyme or reason. You wondered if you hallucinated it. He never spoke of it and you never told anyone. Despite his online persona, Sam was relatively quiet too. Often observing before talking unless it had to do with their music. He was probably the reason you felt so uptight tonight, but you didn’t know how to tell Poppy that. It would sound strange and delusional.

Now you fumbled with your fingers as Poppy scanned the crowd for Josh and company. You glanced down at your Doc’s, you should have worn thicker socks. You could feel a blister begging to begin. You stopped and bent down, tucking your light wash jeans into the spot where your boot was rubbing you. It felt better, but now you had to speed walk to catch up with Poppy. You followed her bright salmon colored vest through the crowd and the mass of blonde curls. She was always so bright and cheery in contrast to your black bodysuit that you stupidly didn’t wear a jacket with. At least there were heaters in the line portion.

“Josh!” You heard Poppy let out a squeal as she ran and embraced him. It had only been a week since she last saw him, but it looked like a reunification from war.

Then you saw the whole gang. Jake in his typical array of silver necklaces, Danny with his perfect curls, Josh in all white like a cult leader, and Sam with his hands in his pockets, his eyes had already found you.

A spark and a scream had jostled you away from your thoughts. You jumped as a clown in sliding knee pads continued to harass you.

“Fuck.” You muttered as the clown got right up in your face. “Okay, thanks for that.”

Fucking clowns.

Your face got slightly red as everyone had seen that interaction.

“He almost got ya didn’t he!” Danny yelled as you approached the group.

You let out a half laugh. “Yeah, he did.”

“Isn’t this place marvelous? Look at that giant spider! Just spectacular effects. Shall we get in line? We have everyone’s tickets.” Josh says, turning his head in awe.

“Lead the way babe!” Poppy says, taking his hand.

They lead the pact as you try and squeeze to be near Poppy, but a conversation from Jake doesn’t allow that.

“New boots?” He asks, as he matches your stride.

“They are- and I am stupid enough to try and break them in here.” You reply with a laugh.

“Ah that shit is rough. That’s why I wear my shoes until they are quite literally bursting at the seams. I hate breaking in shoes.”

“Yeah I have a feeling you will be investing in blister patches.” Danny says, jumping into the conversation.

“Thankfully I already have some.” You say, as you all get into line. It was Josh and Poppy, Danny, Jake, you, then Sam. You had hoped that Poppy would have pulled you up there with her, but she was too engulfed with Josh to pay attention. You were on your own.

“So, how was the festival?” You ask, generally to make small talk.

“It was great. There were so many people there it was a little overwhelming honestly.” Danny said, throwing his hand through his hair.

“Yeah way more than we anticipated. It ended up being electrifying, but at the beginning we were shitting bricks. Sam even took a little tumble on stage.” Jake said with a smirk as he looked at his younger brother.

Sam huffed. “Never going to let that one go- are you?”

“No.” Jake replied with a laugh. “But yeah, overall really good. Great weather, astounding atmosphere, plenty of drinks. Speaking of..” he trailed off and reached over to get his twin’s attention. “Shooters?”

Josh’s smile grew wide. “Absolutely dear brother. Alas, Daniel and I are DD-ing so only one for us.”

Josh passed around the shots, sending them down the line. Jake handed you two and raised his brow, silently asking if you were doing one.

“Fuck it.” You said with a nod.

You turned around to give one to Sam. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” He said, taking the small bottle from your hand. “Cheers.”

“Cheers.” You replied back with a small smile.

Then you all tried to secretly ingest your shot, but doing anything with them secretly was a challenge. You had gotten strange looks from everyone else in line. You never knew if it was because they were famous or slightly obnoxious when drunk. Oh well.

As the line grew shorter you began to feel anxious. You loved going to haunted houses, but typically you held onto Poppy. Now you were going to have to fight your way up there to her. Inevitably, everyone took another shot minus Josh and Danny. You could see the front now, you had retreated back to quietness as Jake and Danny carried on a conversation about some new project they were working on. Leaving you and Sam to stand in silence. You decided to try and break the ice.

“Have you been to this place before?” You turn to him and ask.

He seems off in his own world until he realizes you’re actually speaking to him. “No I haven’t. Last year we were touring around this time. Didn’t have a lot of free time for festivities and all. Have you been here?”

You shake your head. “Nope. It looks cool though. I just hope there aren't a lot of strobe lights, they make me dizzy.”

He cracked a smile. “You would hate our shows then.”

“Oh shit!” You heard Poppy giggle out.

You shot your head towards her and Josh who were giggling at one another.

“What?” You asked, confused.

“It’s two at a time!” Poppy yells back to you. “They won’t let more than two go in together!”

Jake immediately links arms with Danny. “Dibs on Daniel!”

You feel your stomach drop. That means it’s you and Sam, by yourselves. Fuck.

You slowly inch yourselves closer and closer to the front. Until before you know it Poppy and Josh go in, her arms nervously linked with his. You hear her scream immediately when they shut the doors. Jake and Danny move up to the front and Jake gives you a salute.

“See ya on the other side.” Then they go in.

Finally, it’s just you and Sam standing there awkwardly under the red neon blinking signs.

“Hello madam! Are you ready to experience the horrors behind this door?” A tall man in a twisted up clown mask asks you as he leans down close to your face. “Mhmmmm she is pretty. They’ll like her back there a whole lot. Better hope your boyfriend holds onto you real tight!”

You glance over at Sam who is looking at the clown man entirely unamused.

Fucking clowns.

“Tough crowd tonight. Let’s see how long it takes one of you to scream.” The clown yells, opening the doors of the haunted house.

It’s smoky and pitch black inside. You glance over at Sam who gives you a shrug before heading inside. You two take a few steps in before the door shuts behind you. Immediately your senses are assaulted with loud sirens as three masked figures pop out of the shadows. Pure reflexes kick in and you grab onto Sam’s arm. You thought this might annoy him, but there was no way you could go through this without holding onto someone. If he did mind, he didn’t show it. He continued to lead the way through the darkness. You made it to the first room, a ghastly kitchen seen with blood and guts splattered. Sam laughed a little at the pig chef that jumped out from behind the door. You swore you could hear Poppy scream from what sounded like a few feet away. Sam continued to lead you through rooms full of animatronics, loud noises, screaming actors, and plenty of props. You were a little frightened, but it was a fun haunted house. You were having a good time until you entered a room where immediately you see a strobe light going off. You closed your eyes trying to brace yourself from the flashing lights. Then something strange happened. You feel Sam grab you and squeeze slightly with his free hand. He guides you out of the room rather quickly, but not before a masked bloody bunny jumps out and screams at you.

As you enter the next room you can faintly hear Jake’s voice. You must have caught up with everyone.

“You okay?” Sam leans down and whispers in your ear.

His breath on your neck raises goosebumps, but you can’t fully understand why.

You look up at him and nod, unable to figure out what to say.

“Ah there they are!” You hear Poppy’s voice ring from up ahead.

Just ahead in the distance you can see everyone else halting to wait on you. It’s still dark, only illuminated by red lights. You can see Jake, he raises his eyebrows at Sam and shoots a smirk as you two approach. Danny does something similar.

“Thank God, Sam has her. Okay now that we are all together again, are we ready?” Poppy says looking back.

“Onward!” Jake yells in a moderate British accent.

Even though you’re in your group again, you still clutch Sam’s arm.

It seems as if you all have made it to the last leg of the haunted house. In a group setting, everything seemed less intimidating. Jake and Danny couldn’t take a single aspect of it seriously, that made you giggle. Poppy still shrieked and laughed with Josh at every turn. She was so happy with him. You loved that for her. You had made it to a tunnel where it was insanely dark. You could only hear your friends in front of you. But you also heard masked figures screaming and growling.

“The door is shut! What the fuck!” Poppy yelled out, attempting to lead the group out.

“Welcome to hell.” Jake laughed.

You stood around but could feel someone standing directly behind you. You still couldn’t see. Then, you felt someone grab your shoulder and pull you. You yelped as they jerked you back away from Sam in the pitch black.

“Hey what the fuck! Let me go!” You yelled trying to find your way back. Once you had been dragged to the back a split second later, a switch flipped and neon lights lit up the room to reveal a carnival tunnel. A masked bloody clown had pulled you back around two feet away from everyone else. As soon as your eyes adjusted to the light, you saw Sam making a beeline for you. He looked, angry?

“The fuck is your problem?” He spat, still barreling towards you.

Is he yelling at you?

You stood confused for a second until he reached out and grabbed your hand, pulling you back to him.

“Don’t fucking touch her. You don’t just grab and pull people.” Sam said to the masked clown, taking you back to the group.

The clown just started laughing and shrugging.

Fucking clowns.

“Oop. Sammy’s pissed!” Josh says with a laugh.

Then the door opens and you’re all herded outside into a tiny maze. Sammy still had a hold of your hand. It made you… nervous. You could feel your hand getting clammy, but you tried to ignore it. Through the maze you were met with more actors, props, and loud noises. Finally, you knew you had made it to the end when Leatherface began to chase you out with a chainsaw. Everyone roared with laughter when you all had cleared the weapon wielding maniac.

“I’ve got to say. That was pretty damn fun.” Josh said, clapping his hands and laughing.

“It was! We should go to the bonfire over there!” Poppy exclaims, matching Josh’s energy.

“That’s a yes, because they have spiked cider.” Jake replies.

“It was fun, but what in the hell happened in the tunnel?” Danny asks, perplexed looking towards you and Sam.

You hadn’t realized, but you were still holding hands. Immediately you let go and wiped your hand on your jeans, trying to play it cool.

“I don’t know. That fucking clown literally yanked me back and dragged me by my shoulders.” You said, through a laugh.

“I thought they weren't supposed to touch you?” Poppy said, puzzled.

“They aren’t.” Sam said, finally speaking. “What in the hell goes through someone’s head to yank another human like that? He pulled her so hard. It was ridiculous.”

Josh chewed on his cheek trying to hide a smile while Jake snickered at the ground.

What was so funny?

“Yeah, that's a bit much. Glad you were there Sam.” Danny says, with a shit eating grin.

Sam rolled his eyes and you stood there unsure of what to say.

**

The bonfire was interesting. There weren’t horror characters there, just a lot of people drinking. There were hay bales by the fire, which is where you and Poppy sat while the boys went off to get drinks and snacks.

“So… how was going through with Sam?” Poppy asked you, innocuously.

You shrugged at her. “I felt bad that I grabbed onto him. I’m sure he felt strange, but there was no way I was going through by myself.”

Poppy let out a laugh. “I don’t think he minded too much.”

Before you can ask her what she means Josh appears with a drink for Poppy and a bag of popcorn.

“Sam has yours.” Josh says to you with a smile.

You turn your head and see Sam carrying two drinks and a bag of popcorn. He sits on the hay bale next to Poppy. You get up, letting Josh have your spot and sit next to Sam.

“Thank you.” You say, taking the cup from Sam.

“You’re welcome.” He starts. “You can have some popcorn too, I won’t eat the whole bag.”

“Okay, thanks.” You say, reaching in to grab some.

You two sit in silence for a moment while you watch Jake and Danny find their seats on the hay bale next to you.

“This is so good.” You say, sipping the cold spiked cider.

“Yeah. You can tell it’s fresh. None of that artificial shit.” Sam offers in response.

“Sorry I grabbed onto you like that in there. I love haunted houses, they just make me anxious sometimes.” You say, trying not to sound weird.

Sam lets out a small laugh. “It’s okay. I’m the same way. I’m glad you were my partner. It would have been embarrassing to hold onto Daniel and too obnoxious to go in with Jake.”

You laugh at that and sip your cider. You were having a fun time. Maybe you had been too judgmental about doing things with them, letting your own anxieties get in the way. You enjoyed being around Sam, he just made you feel nervous. You couldn’t figure out why, he had always been nothing but nice to you.

Conversations began to flow and so did more drinks. You all had polished off the shooters and Josh and Poppy got cozy together. Inevitably, you had started to feel the alcohol and came out of your shell, having a lively conversation with Jake and Danny about Taco Bell.

“Baja blasts are so gross! It tastes like cotton candy acid!” You say giggling.

“Blasphemy! Usually I love it when you drink, because you’re fun. But tonight you speak nothing but blasphemy!” Jake practically yells.

“Okay okay. Sorry to kill these vibes but I think Pops and I are going to head out. Danny, would you mind driving y/n home?”

“Yeah of course.” Danny responds, throwing a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

Your stomach sinks. You had very seldom been alone with them without Poppy as a buffer. You hoped you weren’t a burden.

“Call me tomorrow!” Poppy states, giving you a small hug before running off with Josh.

“Have fun you crazy kids!” Jake yells at them.

You all watch them walk off. Then Jake nudges Danny and smirks at Sam. “We’re going to grab some more drinks.”

Then, it’s just you and Sam again.

“They’re going to be so sick in the morning.” Sam says with a small smile.

“Yeah I can imagine. You guys can drink like tanks.”

Sam laughs. “Thank you?”

“Just being honest. Speaking of, sorry you’re pawned off on me again. If you want to go grab drinks with them you’re more than welcome to.”

Sam frowns at you. “Pawned off on you? Is that really what you think?”

You furrow your brows at him. “Yeah I mean you had to go through with me in the haunted house and now you’re stuck entertaining me at the bonfire.”

Sam sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Fuck okay here we go. Do you not think that it has all been done intentionally? You really haven’t picked up on the way these assholes smirk and smile and scoff at us- well more specifically me?”

You’re taken aback at his words.

“I like you. There it is. Okay? I have a stupid little crush on you, I always have. Do you not remember when I kissed you? You never said anything about it, so I tried to ignore what I felt. But fuck it I can’t. I like you, and obviously I have done a piss poor job of showing it if you think I’m some sort of babysitter for you.”

You sit there absolutely stunned. No idea what to say. Maybe it was the liquid courage coursing through your veins, or the adrenaline at the admission. But you leaned over, and you kissed him. Right on that hay bale by that bonfire. He kissed you back immediately, shocked initially. His hand cupped your face and your whole body flooded with warmth. You disconnected your lips and Sam’s face was dusted with pink.

“Well… fuck me. I guess I should have said that a long time ago if I knew I would have gotten that.”

You giggled at him. “I’m sorry! I don’t know what came over me. This is unprecedented to say the least. I kind of thought you hated me.”

He scoffed at you. “Hated you? No, I have pined over you for months. I was just unsure how to even navigate that. You make me nervous.”

You make him nervous? What the hell was going on?

“You make me nervous!” You admit with a laugh.

“Well here’s to being nervous together I guess? Wanna go grab another drink?” He asks, getting up and reaching for your hand.

“Sure.” You respond with a smile extending your hand to take his.

He leads you to the drink stand and orders two more. You sip on them and giggle at one another.

“I could use a smoke. You down?” He asks.

You glance around. “We will have to go somewhere secretive. No one else is smoking.”

He smirks at you. “Go somewhere secretive? With you? Absolutely.”

You bite your lip at his playfulness as he takes your hand and leads you behind a shed. It’s darker over here, he’s only illuminated by a blue light. He fumbles with his pockets before pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He shakes then vigorously against his hand before selecting one. He puts it between his teeth and flicks the lighter. You can’t help but think how attractive he looks at this moment. He takes a drag and exhales, his eyes flicking towards yours. Then he hands you the cigarette. You take it between two fingers and bring it to your lips, taking a puff. He looks at you the same way.

“What?” You ask with a small smile.

“You’re so fucking hot. You know that? It’s been so hard for me to keep my hands to myself everytime we have drank together. I damn sure didn’t keep my thoughts to myself. I just can’t believe this is finally happening. I didn’t think I would ever have the guts to tell you.” He says, running his fingers through his hair.

You take one more drag and hand it back to him. “Yeah? Good things come to those who wait.”

He leans in, dangerously close to you and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “They do.” He coos.

His eyes are bouncing between your eyes and lips. His hand is impossible hot and you can hear your heart thumping in your chest. He swipes his thumb across your bottom lip before slowly leaning in. You kiss him back, feverishly this time. Not wanting to come up for air. This time a different sensation takes you over, not a warmth but a fire. His hand finds your waist and he squeezes you lightly, causing an unintentionally moan to leave your lips. “Fuck.” He growls in your ear as he attacks your neck with kisses. You can feel him pressed against you and you want nothing more than to take him into this shed. You pull him closer to you, practically as close as you can get and run your hand through the back of his hair, lightly tugging. He returns back to your lips, devouring every kiss. You run your hand over his waistband as he shutters into you. You’re entirely unsure how you two are going to progress this situation. However, the universe had different plans.

“Sam! Where the fuck are yo-“

Jake. Danny. Caught.

Your eyes get as big as saucers as you see them standing there with their flashlights on their phones pointed directly at you two.

“Oh goddamnit really?” Sam asks, trying to cover his pants.

“No FUCKING way!” Jake yells out. “You finally did it Sammy boy!”

“Woooo about time!” Danny yells, as he cackles and bumps shoulders with Jake.

“Would you please fuck off?” Sam seethes.

They both throw their hands up in response. “Leaving in ten with or without you!”

Sam returns his attention back to you, clearly flustered. “I’m sorry. They’re fucking brain dead.”

You clear your throat. “Uh, yeah. This will be fun to explain.”

“What are we going to explain?” Sam asks, testing the waters.

You wrinkle your nose. “I don’t know… What exactly is this?”

Sam laughs. “What do you want it to be?”

You bite your lip. “I’m not sure, but I like kissing you.”

He smiles. “I like kissing you too. Tell you what, how about I take you on a proper date. We can go from there.”

“Hmmm. I guess I could be open to that.” You say, batting your eyes.

He laughs and shakes his head. “You’re going to drive me crazy. You know that.”

“Is that a challenge?”

He leans down and kisses your head. “Let’s get out of here.”

He takes your hand and leads you back towards the cars, passing the haunted house.

“This drive back is going to be brutal. They’re not going to shut the fuck up.” Sam says, sighing.

“If my intuition is correct, Josh will be at mine and Poppy’s house. They will come in and our secret is up.” You add.

“Maybe we should just get an Airbnb for like a month. Away from them.” He jokes.

“Don’t tempt me with a good time.” You find his eyes and smile.

As you’re exiting towards the parking lot a familiar face jumps out in front of you and screams. You recognize him as the clown that sent you into the haunted house at the beginning of the night.

“Well well! Looks like loverboy finally figured out how to hold on to his girlfriend!

Fucking clowns.

Sam smirks at him. “I did and I’m never letting her go.”

**

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[age-of-greta]

Freaks Come Out At Night

Author’s note: so… hi!! Welcome back to week two of my spooky Halloween series. DANNY LANE WHERE YOU AT????? Truly, I don’t know what compelled me to write this, but here we are. Pls ignore the typos and ENJOY! <3 vibes

Pairing: Danny x reader

Warnings: a lot! Cursing, sexual content, slight violence? Minors DNI

Word count: 3k

“Yeah I’ll be over in about thirty minutes. We just finished recording. I’ll stop by and grab wine on my way.”

“Okay.” You answered, kicking your feet. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See ya.” He responded with a sense of joy in his tone.

You hung up the phone and smiled to yourself. You had approximately 20 minutes before he arrived. Your apartment was close to a lot. Plenty of shops, restaurants, just a few blocks away from their studio. Lucky you.

It started around 3 months ago maybe? You went to a party of a friend of a friend, smoked a little weed, and made eye contact by the bonfire. You still remember his smirk and the way your cheeks dusted pink when he looked at you. He was nervous to talk to you, but that only furthered your intrigue. The first night you met you had slept together. But it wasn’t a typical one night stand. He asked to take you to breakfast after that, then a movie, then lunch, before you knew if you were back in his bed the following night. It had remained that way for weeks. An unspoken agreement that you were faithful to each other, but both of you were too scared to try and slap a label on anything. You didn’t dare to potentially ruin something that felt so good. And that’s what Danny was to you- good.

You padded around in your living room in your impossibly short silk black pajama shorts with a matching tank top. You chose to forgo a bra, you knew Danny would notice as soon as he walked in. You needed to refill your wine glass that was nearing empty, but you didn’t want to drink too much before he got here. You decided to throw together a small charcuterie board for the two of you to snack on. You opened your refrigerator and grabbed some dry salami, an array of cheeses, and olives. You spread them out on your board and adorned them with nuts and dark chocolate blueberries. You smiled at your impromptu little board. Once you sat it on your coffee table you clicked on the tv, turning on Fear Fest. You loved scary movies. Danny was indifferent towards them, but had been watching them all month long with you. You were grateful for that.

The doorbell went off and you jolted out of your trance as the credits began to roll on the original Nightmare On Elm Street. You waltzed over to the door and opened it, smiling at the tall boy in front of you.

“Hi pretty girl.” Danny said, leaning in and giving your cheek a peck.

“Good evening.” You replied with a bright smile.

He stepped in and placed the bottle of wine on the counter.

“Starting without me?” He asked, looking at your baren wine glass.

“Had to have something to hold me over. You took foreverrrrrrrr.” You playfully spoke.

“Apologies my lady.” He said, grabbing your glass and replenishing it with the new wine he had bought. He got a glass out for himself and poured his glass before coming to the living room to join you on the couch.

“You’re too cute.” He said with a smile as he saw the charcuterie board you had made.

You reached your hand out and plucked the glass from him. “It’s the least I could do for the wine darling. Now, what are we watching tonight? I’m feeling something scary.”

He let out a laugh and pulled you to cuddle into him. “Scary? You? Who would have guessed.”

You flicked your eyes at him and smiled. “Have you ever seen Hereditary?”

**

“Okay that was like… super fucked up.” Danny said, his eyes still glued to the tv after the final harrowing scene.

You scoffed at him. “Would you believe me if I told you the second time is worse? If you stare long enough into the background you see all kinds of things you missed upon first viewing. It’s so fucking cool.”

He looked over at you and gave you the strangest look. “You’re a little bit demented. You know that?”

“In a good way?” You ask, already knowing his answer.

He laughs and shakes his head. “In the best way.”

You two had all but drained your bottle of wine and picked over most of the foods on the table. Now you laid over on him as he stroked your hair. Another one of the Freddy Kreuger movies playing in the background. You grabbed your phone and started to mindlessly scroll through your social media. You flipped over to TikTok and turned your volume down. You scrolled through cooking recipes, cats doing funny things, and skincare tips. A certain video of a cat screaming at a plant had Danny chuckling behind you.

You turned your head and glanced back at him. “You like cat videos?”

“I’m a human, of course I like cat videos.” Danny says, matter of factly.

“Boy do I have some good things for you.” You say, snickering to yourself.

You click on your likes videos and begin to scroll. Danny laughs and coos at the cute cat videos. You continue to scroll through the posts you have liked. Your breath hitches as a certain video starts to play and you scrolled past it immediately, hoping he didn’t notice.

“What is that?” Danny asked with a sideways laugh.

“Nothing, just horror movie stuff.” You say, trying to play it off.

“Mhmmm let me see.” He says with a smirk.

Shit. He knows.

You shake your head and he clicks on the video anyway. You could have died when the Ghostface thirst trap played. Your cheeks filled with redness, not wanting him to judge you for a stupid fantasy.

He laughs at it. “You’re into this?”

You blow out a breath. “I don’t know. I mean kinda? It’s stupid, but the whole masked killer being a kinky freak is viral right now. I mean you should see some of the insane lingerie photo shoots people take with Michael Myers.”

Danny nods his head. “Sure, but are you into it?”

You weren’t sure how to answer. You wouldn’t say it was a prevalent kink you had, but the thought of it turned you on a bit. The horror genre had always been your favorite and the first Scream movie made you feel some type of way about the “bad boy” trope. You assumed this was a logical progression in a way.

“This is embarrassing.” You say, hiding your face into a pillow.

He chuckles. “Nothing to be embarrassed about doll, but I’ll leave it. Come here.”

Danny pulls you into his lap and you two continue watching your movie marathon. After this one wraps up, you started to clean everything up before starting another.

“Want some popcorn?” You asked Danny, as he helped clean up the charcuterie board.

“Sure.” He replied. “But we are out of wine.”

“Damn. It’s okay, we can switch to water I suppose.”

Danny stood still and thought for a minute. “You know I can run down really quickly and grab some more. Before they close?”

You give him a pointed look. “You don’t have to do that. I’ll survive.”

He shakes his head. “No really it’s not a big deal. I’ll be right back.”

With that he grabs his coat, kisses the side of your head, and bolts out of the door.

Okay?

You wash all of your dishes, put away the food, and pop a big bowl of popcorn. Then you sit down on your couch and scroll through your phone. The thought of getting on TikTok at this moment still embarrassed you, so you opted to check your email instead. You were so engulfed in your vast amount of emails that you had neglected you barely noticed when Danny came back in.

“Wine secured.” He said with a smile walking towards you with the bottle.

“Amazing. You’re the best.”

He popped the bottle and poured two more glasses. You knew after this glass you would probably be on the cusp of tipsy. Wine always opened you up and made you more flirty. It was why you always wanted some when Danny came over, not that you needed to be inebriated to be with him, but it was damn sure fun.

Danny grabbed you again as you both nursed your glasses of wine. His fingers lightly grazed over your shirt causing a sensation to build in your chest. Suddenly, the movie had lost your interest. You chugged down the rest of your glass of wine and placed it down on the side table.

“Woah take it easy tiger.” Danny said with an impossibly gravely voice.

You flicked your eyes to him and gave him a smirk. “Gonna run to the bathroom real quick.”

He gave you a nod as you slinked down the hall into your bathroom. You peed, washed your hands, and glanced at yourself in the mirror. Showtime. You hiked your silk shorts up a little higher and pulled your tank top down. Then you spritzed yourself with a salted caramel body spray, brushed out your hair, and popped a mint in your mouth. You were ready, you had waited long enough.

You padded back out to the living room and gave Danny a smile. He returned your grin.

“Bored of the movie?” He asked.

“No…” You said, moving languidly towards him. “This might be one of the best Nightmare sequels, but I am ready to-hmmm switch gears a bit? Are you down?”

You stand right in front of him and peer down at him. You can see him swallow hard before giving you a smirk.

“I suppose.” He replies, grabbing your legs and pulling you onto him.

Just like that your lips finally collided. It was like an explosion of anticipation finally being exorcised. Danny’s large hands ran up and down your legs, back, and ass. You slowly began to grind on him, feeling him harden beneath you. He squeezed your hips, hard, which caused you to let out a bated breath. You bit his bottom lip and pulled, causing his eyes to flutter open. When he finally looked at you, he was ready to take you to bed. He picked you up and carried you into your bedroom as you giggled. When he laid you on the bed your shirt and shorts were almost immediately removed. You manage to get his shirt off before he tied your hands to your headboard. It’s always the quiet ones who are the freakiest. Once you were stuck in place he crawled on top of you, peppering kisses down your torso. You thought you would get the normal treatment, but he stopped just above your panties.

“I’ll be right back. Remember your safe word?” Danny asks, giving you a smirk.

You furrow your brows at him and nod.

Then you watch him leave your room in nothing but his black jeans.

Where in the hell is he going? Safe word?

You take a few breaths, obviously worked up from the past few minutes. He knew how to get you hot and bothered rather quickly. You felt frustrated as you waited on him, you couldn’t even touch yourself. Finally you heard his footsteps come towards you again as you prepared yourself for what would come. You felt his presence when he entered the room, but when you looked up your eyes almost popped out of your head.

There he was, standing there still in his jeans. Shirtless, his chest beautifully chiseled. But instead of his perfect face there was a mask. A Ghostface mask. He stood and looked at you, not saying a word. His head cocked ever so slightly looking down at you. You gulped and looked back up at him. Then you saw it, a small pocket knife in his hand, the one he always carried.

Fuck. Is this where he went when he got wine? To buy this mask?

“Danny…?” You spoke out, but you knew it was him.

He continued to stay quiet, but nodded his head. You squeezed your legs together just for the slightest friction. Finally, after what felt like 10 minutes he moved slowly towards you. He straddled you and took his finger, drawing a line from your breasts to your navel. You let out a shaky breath as you saw the blade in his hand. He took it and lightly grazed it over your stomach. The cold sensation made you nearly jump.

He has never done this before. This is why he reminded you of your safe word.

Part of you felt uneasy or unsure. But the other part of you felt absolutely ravenous.

He stroked the blade in the same line his finger had just drawn, not putting hardly any pressure on it. He wasn’t going to cut you, not really. He leaned in closer to you and brought the blade to your jaw, lightly dragging it around. Then, he leaned in close to your ear, the fabric from the mask tickled your collarbone. You felt him inhale your scent before asking; “What’s your favorite scary movie?”

You drew in a breathy laugh. “I think you know the answer to that one.”

He let out a dark laugh. “Oh I do.” He starts as he lightly trickles the blade down your chest again. “Had to give my girl her little fantasy.”

You take in a gulp.

My girl?

His hands fumble around a bit before they meet your clothed center. Slowly dragging circles around, making you whine and squirm. You threw your head back as a finger slipped in the side of your black panties.

“Fuck-“ You let out in a small moan.

You could feel how wet you were, soaked even. As he started to slowly pump a finger into you the room quickly filled with obscene sounds. He was so good with his hands. With each pump you were beginning to rapidly come undone. When he added a second finger and his thumb found your clit you were all but done for.

“Danny- fuck. Please- oh god.”

He grunted at your undoing. “Almost there baby. You’re so fucking hot.”

“Danny, I want to come with you. I want you to fuck me. Take that mask off and fuck me, hard. Please.” You manage to whine out.

You could tell he was slightly taken aback, but he had no objections to your request. Slowly, he took off the mask. His hair was a tousled mess of black curls and his eyes were full of lust. He crawled back on top of you and cupped your breast as his lips found yours again. You reached your leg up and wrapped it around him, needing him closer to you. With his other hand he reached up and yanked on the knot, setting you free. You wasted no time letting your hands melt into his body, tugging at his hair and sliding your nails up his back. He let sighs out into your mouth and you swallowed them whole, greedy for more. The time for foreplay was over, you needed him. You took your hands and undid his pants, starting to slide them off his hips. He got your hints and rolled off of you, stripping himself bare. It was your turn to be in control. You rolled your body on him and pressed yourself onto him.

“Oh fuck.” He said through gritted teeth, as you both made contact.

He drank in your body on top of his as if you were the last glass of water in a desert. You grabbed his length and slowly sunk down on it, both of your breathing through the pure ecstasy coursing through your veins. Slowly you started, rolling and rocking your hips, but as he began to get deeper and deeper you wanted more. His thumb found your clit again and you started bouncing up and down. You could tell it was a show for him, the way he watched you in bewilderment. You could also tell he was dangerously close, trying his hardest to hold on for you. He wouldn’t have to wait long as you felt that fire start to spread in your core. Then it happened, total bliss. You swore you saw stars and you couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. Just strings of expletives, moans, and his name leaving your mouth as if it were dipped in honey. He was right behind you, breathing heavily and full of praise. After, you were entirely too fucked out to even move- so you stayed there as one synching breaths. When you finally rolled off he grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Did I go too far?” He asks, nervously awaiting your response.

You turn your head to him and give him a look. “Too far? I think that might have been one of the most enthralling experiences of my life. I mean fuck Danny.”

He huffs a laugh. “Mine too.”

A few moments of quiet fills the room as he still has your hand in his.

“Would you like to do this again?” He asks.

You scoff. “Now?”

He shakes his head. “No, no. As much as I would love to it’s going to be a challenge for me to move out of this spot.”

You giggle at that. “Then yes I suppose we could do it again.”

He turns his head to you and smirks. “Y’know almost like we’ll make a sequel. Sequel rules are different.”

You can’t help the full smile that envelops your whole face. “Someone has been paying attention to their Scream movies.”

“Have to. They’re my girl’s favorite.”

“Your girl?” You ask with a smile.

“Is that okay?”

“Yes.” You answer eagerly.

He leans in and kisses your forehead. Then you both clean yourselves up before returning back to bed. You found yourself cuddled up in his arms as he turned on the television in your room. You knew whatever was on would serve as background sound and light to your slumber. Your eyes flickered as Danny clicked through the channels. You opened them once more when you heard a laugh escape his throat. On your screen was the original Scream movie. You snickered and cuddled further into his side as he stroked your back. He sat the remote down and left your movie on.

How perfect you thought to yourself as your eyes fell heavy again.

And he was, he really was.

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[age-of-greta]

Harvest Moon

Author’s note: hi it’s been a minute!!! Here we are starting our Halloween szn series eeeekkk!!! I meant to post this last week but I got caught up. My plan is to post the next two on Fridays and the final one on Halloween. Anywhoooo this was my first crack with a Josh fic so I hope you love it!! Click here for the vibes :)

Pairing: Josh x reader

Warnings: cursing, sexual content, minors DNI

Word count: 2.8k

It was a particularly yucky day outside. It was overcast, windy, chilly, and a light drizzle fell from the sky. Definitely not the weather you had anticipated when you suggested a pumpkin patch date with your boyfriend. You had been so excited to go, take pictures, choose pumpkins, drink cider, and enjoy the day with your favorite person. But the weather had quite literally put a damper on things. Maybe it’s because it was your first fall together or maybe it’s because you had felt extremely sentimental, either way you wanted this day to go perfectly. You and Josh had been together for around 10 months now after a drunken hookup at a New Year’s party blossomed into something beautiful. Almost out of a fairy tale. You struggled to put it into words, but it just felt like he had completed you. You felt whole when he was with you. Which is why you tried to remain optimistic about this day despite the goddamn weather. You adored fall, and all year long you looked forward to having someone to share these activities with. Josh had even made sure to schedule his band’s tour around your fall calendar. That melted your heart into a million pieces.

You sat now by the window staring out into the gloom fidgeting with the frays on your cream cable knit sweater. You wondered if you should change your outfit to dress more appropriately given the circumstances. With your chunky sweater you wore a brown corduroy skirt with sheer black tights and brown chelsea boots. Josh always joked when you wore them that they looked like they were straight out of Jake’s closet.

You saw headlights flash in your driveway and you jolted up with excitement and fled to your door. When you opened the door he was walking towards you with a perfect smile and flowers in hand. He looked so handsome. Light khaki pants, white high top vans, and a white sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up. He sported a triangular necklace and his hair was perfectly unkempt.

“Hi beautiful. How are you?” He asked, as he pulled you into a tight hug.

“Better now.” You gushed, taking in his scent of patchouli and teakwood.

“Got these for you.” He said with a bright grin as he handed you the orange daisies.

You smiled and accepted them. “So romantic! Let me put these in water and we can go.”

You walked back into your kitchen and found a cream colored vase under your island. You filled it halfway with water and plunged the stems in, Josh had already pre-cut them. He was exceptionally thoughtful like that.

“Ready?” You asked with excitement.

“Let’s go.” Josh said, reaching out his hand for you.

You climbed into his Jeep and he shut the door behind you. You clicked your seatbelt as Josh flickered with his phone before entering the car. The engine whirred to life as he smiled and placed his hand on your thigh. Josh hummed Neil Young softly in the background. You glanced over and studied his features. He was so pretty. So soft. Your Josh.

About ten minutes into the drive you realized that Josh wasn’t going the direction he needed to get to the farm you had said you were going to. You furrowed your browns and glanced over at his silent GPS. Forty five minutes away? That seemed impossible. The farm you had discussed was only 19 minutes from your house.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

Josh looked over at you and gave you a lazy smile before shifting his eyes back on the road. “The pumpkin patch.”

You cocked your head to the side. “This isn’t the way to Abbott Farms.”

His eyes stayed on the road but he lightly gave your thigh a squeeze. “Nope.”

You made a face, but before you could speak he continued.

“We are going to a different farm, somewhere where the weather will be nicer. I checked the radar the past few days, so I’ve been planning for alternate farms all around here based upon the weather. We are traveling southeast and the bad weather is going more northwest. We should be clear. I know how excited you are for today, so I figure the least I could do was drive you into some better weather.”

You were floored and your heart swelled with love and adoration. That was Josh. The most kind, thoughtful, always planning two steps ahead. Your Josh.

“That’s very thoughtful Mr. Kiszka. How’d I get so lucky?”

He let out a laugh. “I don’t know how you landed such a catch. By the way there are some snacks in the back if you want some. I packed them for the longer car ride. Your favorite m&ms are somewhere.”

You let out a laugh. “Josh! You’re the best. Thank you.”

He grabs your hand with the hand that’s been on your thigh and laces his fingers with yours. “You’re welcome my dear. I love you.”

**

“I like this one!” You yelled to Josh as he jogged to keep up with you.

You had just set your sights on the perfect pumpkin. It was large, round, and was the prettiest shade of orange. You and Josh had arrived at the pumpkin patch nearly an hour ago. First he took you through the corn maze, which you had both figured out rather quickly. Then you got warm apple cider before your mini photoshoot together. Josh never complained once about the hundreds of photos you made him take with you or of you.

“So this one is it huh?” Josh asked, staring down at you with your pumpkin. His hands were on his hips and he was slightly out of breath from jogging uphill.

“Mhm.” You said, giving your new prized possession a rub.

“And you’re sure this pumpkin is better than any pumpkin down that giant ass hill?” He asked, in a joking tone.

“This is the one.” You assured. “And the hill is not that giant.”

He sighed and gave you a smile. “Then we shall have it.” He grabbed the rather large pumpkin and threw it on his shoulder as you both headed back down the hill. Eventually, he would get a cart as you saw the gourds in boxes. By the time you had left you had acquired three large pumpkins, 2 smaller ones, and a plethora of gourds. You were beyond satisfied with your haul. Now it was time to go back to your house and carve them.

Josh loaded up his jeep and began the drive back to your house. It had been quite a blissful way to spend two hours. Josh slightly cracked the windows and blasted the heat so you two could admire the foliage. He truly made you swoon.

When you returned to your house Josh carried in your pumpkins while you lit fall candles and changed into more comfortable clothes. Josh had brought over his “spending the night” bag and changed as well. You wore a pair of fuzzy brown joggers with a white cropped tank. You put on a pair of socks that had little pumpkins all over them. Josh had gone with cream colored sweatpants and a black t-shirt. No shoes of course. You both settled down in your living room, an array of carving tools at your use, both pumpkins plopped down on top of trash bags. There was a black and white horror film that Josh had chosen just beginning. It was one of the many Frankenstein movies. He was such a film geek and you loved that. Your Josh.

“Okay pumpkin. What are you carving on your pumpkin?” Josh asks, giving you a particularly bright smile.

“A scary face I think. Jagged teeth all the way. What are you planning? Something elaborate?”

“Spooky. And no nothing elaborate. Probably a happy face. Everyone loves a happy pumpkin.” He says, reaching up and giving your cheek a pinch.

“Don’t forget to save the best guts! Our homemade pumpkin pie will be what dreams are made of.” You remind him.

“Got it.” Josh says, reaching over for the big knife.

He stabs into his pumpkin and pops off the top. Then he helps you get your knife into your pumpkin, safely. You two spent around 30 minutes de-gutting and carving your pumpkins. It was a surprise reveal type of situation. You had both turned your pumpkins away from one another, sitting in near silence as you both focused on your craft. You had given your pumpkin a set of triangular eyes, a small triangle nose, and a sharp set of gnarly teeth. You left a bit of the flesh out of your pumpkin to give it the appearance that it had just eaten something. You smiled at your creation, satisfied with your work.

“Almost done slowpoke?” You asked Josh, who had a look of sheer concentration masked on his face.

His expression broke and a small smile appeared. “Slowpoke? You can’t rush art baby.”

“Then how do you write songs in less than one day?”

He lets out a chuckle. “I plead the fifth. Anywho yeah yeah I’m done. This is going to blow you away.”

“Ready?” You ask, he nods.

“1…2…3…!”

You both reveal your pumpkins to one another. Josh had created, possibly the cutest pumpkin you had laid eyes on. It had round eyes with small triangles remaining as pupils, a heart nose, and a cute toothy smile.

You giggled at his pumpkin. “Josh! It’s so cute!”

He stifles a laugh. “And yours is horrifying!”

“Thank you.” You reply back with a smirk.

“Okay I’ll clean, light these guys up, and stick them on the porch. You wanna start your pie and I’ll meet you in there?” Josh asks.

You nod and get up grabbing the bowl of pumpkin guts. Josh had already picked out all of the seeds. Thoughtful.

You went through the bowl and pulled out the best chunks, putting them in your food processor to make a purée. Then you gathered the rest of the ingredients you would need. You had already pre-made the crust, so you dusted flour around your island to knead it a bit and press it in the pan. Once the crust was pressed you started to bake it slightly before putting your filling in. Josh returned to the kitchen and began to help. He was actually really good at baking. You two were always baking something together, it was a bonding time between the two of you.

“I think we should add some more nutmeg than the recipe calls for. It will give it that extra pow!”

You let out a laugh. “More nutmeg? Someone’s feeling a bit wild right now.”

“Oooh call me a rebel baby.” Josh said, in a buttery velvet voice as he approached you and planted a rather wet kiss to your lips. He reached behind you and grabbed the nutmeg, returning to the batter.

He dashed some more in and gave it a nice big stir. You grabbed the crust out of the oven so it didn’t overbake.

“Wanna try?” Josh asked, scooping some batter onto his index finger.

You nodded and opened your mouth. You made eye contact and sucked on his finger for just a second longer than necessary.

A smirk appeared on his face. “So naughty.”

“Extra nutmeg was a good call.” You said, innocently.

You grabbed the batter and began to pour it into the crust. Once the bowl was essentially empty, you sprinkled the pie with extra cinnamon and threw it in the oven.

You turned around to see Josh eyeing you. You knew what he was thinking.

Still, you pretended to be oblivious, and started to throw the dishes in the sink and clean up the island. Josh grabbed the batter bowl and slinked around to you.

“You got something right there.”

You slightly furrowed your brows. “Where?”

He stepped close to you, incredibly close.

“Here.” He said, obviously wiping batter onto your neck.

“Josh!” You said with a surprised laugh.

“So messy.” He said as he clicked his tongue. “What ever am I going to do with you?”

“Whatever you want.” You said faltering, voice just above a whisper.

He leaned in and licked a stripe up your neck, getting all of the batter off. He didn’t stop once it was gone, giving you a small bite on the most tender of flesh.

You leaned your head back and let out an exhale and his hands met your hips. He kissed up your neck until he met your lips, his tongue already eager for yours. You reached up and wrapped your hands into his hair, giving a few gentle tugs. That always drove him crazy. He groaned into your mouth and pressed his body into yours, his hands touching everything he could. Then, in a swift motion he gave your ass a nice squeeze and lifted you up onto the island. He stood in between your legs and began to kiss down your neck. You shuddered with anticipation and butterflies circled throughout your belly. He nipped at your collarbone while his hand found the swell of one of your breasts. He slowly pulled your top down before continuing his descent. His tongue rolled over your nipple as he began to suck and bite. Your head fell back and you were fighting to keep your eyes open as the sensations overtook your body. One of his hands met your hip and you were about to start begging. Luckily, he was working rather quickly as he slid your pants down leaving you just in your panties. His warm hands traveled all around your thighs as his mouth met yours again. When your lips disconnected, he made eye contact with you before sinking to the floor on his knees. He grabbed the back of your thighs and threw them over his shoulders, pulling your body closer to him. He started to lightly kiss the inside of your thighs. You threw your hands back to brace yourself, still wanting to sit up just the slightest to get to see some of the show. His tongue licked up over your clothed center and you let out a soft moan.

That’s one thing that always got Josh going. Your sounds. He loved being cheered on, call it a frontman thing.

He hooked his fingers under your panties and yanked them down, leaving you bare in front of him.

“So perfect.” He growled as he connected his lips to your center.

You let out shuddering breaths trying to breath through the ride you were currently taking on his face. Josh continued to send you over the edge as he added two fingers into you, dipping first then taking the plunge.

“Josh…” You whined lowly.

He briefly disconnected his face from you, replacing his tongue with his caressing thumb.

“C’mon baby I know you’re almost there. Be a good girl and give it to me.”

His encouragement and tongue back in that certain spot was enough to send you over the edge as you threw your head back and gave into pure bliss. Josh dug his fingers into your flesh as you ground yourself further and further until you swore you saw stars. You were a mess as you tried to come back to your senses. Josh always made you feel like you were in a sensory deprivation tank when he was done with you. The only thing that made you come back to Earth was a timer dinging.

Fuck. You thought. How long had Josh had you on this counter? The second ding is what really brought you back to life as Josh continued to slowly kiss your thighs to ease you back.

You took a deep breath to collect yourself. “The pie’s done.” You said, reaching down and wiping your slick off of his face. “Hopefully you haven’t ruined your appetite.”

He grins at you. “My appetite? Darling I’m insatiable, particularly for you. But, I’ve just had the sweetest thing known to man, not sure if the pie will compare.”

You giggle at his antics. “Wanna continue this later?”

He starts to get up and leans over and plants a kiss on your lips. “Yes ma’am. Let’s see how this pie looks.”

He helps you down off the counter and pulls your pants back around your waist, giving your ass a squeeze.

You clean up a little, then grab your oven mitts so you can get your pie out to cool. Josh opens the window above the sink as you sit it on the windowsill.

“Smells good. You’re so talented.” He said as he wrapped you into a hug from behind, pressing his lips to your temple.

He was so kind, so supportive, so gentle, so sweet. He got you in a way that no one else could even begin to. He was the flame that lit your soul. Ignited you. Preserved you. Saved you. That was him.

Your Josh.

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[age-of-greta]

The Moon

The Moon represents illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself.

Author’s note: hi!! Welcome to the last part of The Moon, the epilogue. I hope you have loved this fic as much as I did. Thank you all for following along. With that being said, I am working on a new fic (where my Josh girls at?)! Originally I planned to start it at the end of next month, but upon further reflection I might postpone it because… I am working on a very spooky Halloween series!! I plan to release one special a week in October. So stay tuned for that!! Again, THANK YOU & enjoy The Moon <3

Paring: Sam x reader & Jake x reader

Warnings: adult content, cursing, alcohol consumption, fluffffffff, maybe slight angst?

Word count: 4.3k

EPILOGUE

ONE YEAR LATER:

“Shit! Sam, can you check the oven?” You yell down the hall, still grasping for the zipper on your sundress.

“Got it out five minutes ago my love! All is well here I promise!” Sam yelled back from the kitchen.

You took a deep breath. Thank god. You had been running around all day like a chicken with your head cut off; cooking, cleaning. Now you have to make yourself presentable in twenty minutes or less. Well, that was when they were supposed to be here anyway. Realistically, you knew it would be at least thirty to forty five minutes before someone walked through that door. It was your housewarming party, sort of. You and Sam had moved into your own house in Nashville around three weeks ago. As much as you tried and worked, things still weren’t fully unpacked. Moving was dirty work, it was even harder when Sam would pause from unpacking to “christen” a new room. As stressful as it was, it had been blissful. Except now you were all sorts of stressed. When you had planned this party surely you thought everything would be in order and decorated. That wasn’t the case. Sure, some of it was. The kitchen was in okay shape and the living room. Yours and Sam’s bedroom was okay too, it was really the spare rooms and basement that was a disaster. All of that swam through your mind, but your biggest enemy today was this goddamn zipper on your dress. It wouldn’t budge.

“Motherfuck.” You spat. Then, you heard laughing in the hallway.

“Need some help?” Sam said, leaned against the door frame with an amused look.

You gave him a glare and nodded. He scooped your hair to the size and ran his hands over your back, grabbing the zipper and tugging at it with ease.

“There.” He said, looking at you.

You were wearing a pink linen sundress, it was sort of short, but it complimented your body and tan gracefully. It was a square neckline with fun ruffled sleeves. You had crimped your hair and pulled some of it back in a golden butterfly clip. You wore a gaggle of gold necklaces and a medium sized pair of hoops. Your makeup was dewy and glowy, with your eyebrows brushed ever so slightly up. You felt pretty. Genuinely pretty. Sam must have thought so too, as you could see the way he was looking at you in the mirror.

“You smell good.” He said, as he spun you around and placed his hands around your waist.

“Thank you Sammy.” You said, beaming a smile up at him.

He smirked at that familiar nickname and pecked a kiss at your neck.

You giggled. “It’s almost five and I have so much to do!”

“Relax.” Sam said, still kissing up and down your neck while his hands roamed. “I got the cheese board out of the fridge, the green beans are in the crockpot, pasta salad in the fridge, and the fish is in the oven on warm. Besides, they're always late anyway.”

You start to give in, you’re always putty in his hands.

Then the doorbell rings.

“Goddamnit.” Sam says, tearing his face away from you. “Really? The one time they’re actually on time?”

You laughed and pressed your forehead to his.

“Get the door. We can finish this later.” You said with a smile.

He kissed your nose. “Yes ma’am.”

Then he’s off and you're cleaning your appearance up. He didn’t do too much damage, thankfully. You exit the room and walk down the hallway with your woven platforms thudding against the hardwoods. You see that familiar black curly hair and smile big.

“Hi cousin, welcome to our home!” You say.

He smiles back and wraps you in a hug.

“So this is the harlot’s den that stole my best friend and roommate from me?” Danny jokes.

You roll your eyes while Sam chuckles.

“Just you?” You ask.

Danny laughs. “Yeah what do you think? I thought I’d come by early and help a bit.”

“Early?” You say furrowing your brows. “Danny it’s 5:03. Everyone was supposed to be here at 5.”

“And yet here I am, the only one here. I would say that constitutes as early.”

You groan a laugh. “Okay fine. Sam, can you give him a tour?”

**

It had in fact been 45 minutes until that doorbell rang. In that time Sam had given Danny a whole tour, had a few beers, then started eating the fruit off of the fruit pie you had made. You figured the next to arrive would be Jake- and he was bringing his girlfriend. When you heard Josh’s boisterous voice from the other room you smiled and headed out of the kitchen.

Standing in your doorway was Josh with a bottle of wine with an obnoxious red bow. But next to him was Jake, his sunglasses still on, and his girlfriend with a plate wrapped in tin foil in her hands.

You swallow before speaking. “Well nice of you to join us!” You say, making your presence known.

“My apologies for being late, my lady.” Josh says, handing you the bottle of wine and pecking your cheek.

“You’re forgiven, but only because you brought wine.”

“Hi, Jake.” You lean in giving him a light partial hug.

“Birdie.” He retorts lightly tapping your back.

“Gwen!” You exclaim, pulling her into a hug.

She hugs you back. “Sorry we’re late. Jake didn’t turn the oven on before he popped these in.”

She unwraps the plate and displays an array of cookies. Gwen was always well intentioned, but her cooking skills were awful. You couldn’t help but think that Jake may have intentionally turned off the oven.

You chuckle at her. “Sounds like him. Wanna come pop these in the kitchen with me?”

“You bet.” She says, offering a smile.

Gwen and Jake had been dating for about three months now. You liked her, you really did. She was very kind, a little soft spoken, and she was pretty. One night Josh drunkenly leaned over and said: “You know she kinda looks like you.” This caused Sam to grip your thigh a little tighter, but you brushed it off. If you were being honest, she did resemble you slightly. Except your style was a little more refined or extra if you will. Gwen loved the basics and she could effortlessly pull it off. Perhaps that’s why Jake was attracted to her. You didn’t think Gwen knew anything about history with you and Jake. Why would he tell her? If she did know, she didn’t seem too concerned with it. She was always kind to you. You couldn’t help but like her, but personality-wise you two would never be beyond surface level friends and that was okay.

“Where do you want these?” Gwen scanned the room for empty counter space.

“You can put them on the stove, it’s not on. Thank you for making them by the way, you didn’t have to do that.”

She waved her hand at you. “Happy to. I love this kitchen by the way. Your style is so eclectic.”

You laughed. “Thank you. Wanna grab the guys and start the grand tour?”

You two made your way back to the group making small talk on the way there. You took your place next to Sam, who absentmindedly wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Birdie, where’s Margo?” Josh asked, furrowing his brows slightly.

“Florida. She got called into a travel meeting yesterday. She was upset about it to say the least.”

Josh groaned. “Oh boo.”

“Tell me about it.” You replied.

Josh and Margo were… friends? They hung out randomly it seemed. You didn’t believe anything romantic had popped up, but truthfully you didn’t fully know. They seemed like the opposite version of the other but also somehow the same. But in group settings you could find them side by side joking and cackling in a corner somewhere.

“Alright!” Sam exclaimed with a clap. “Ladies and gentlemen prepare yourselves for a once in a lifetime tour this evening where your tour guides will show you every square inch of this lavish home. Except for the basement, because all of the weird sex shit is down there and my partner here gave us a red flag for that part.”

You scoffed and lightly smacked his chest. “Oh my god that’s enough beer for Sam tonight. Our basement is still a disaster right now, but next event I promise it will be open to the public.”

“So you need time to clear out all the weird sex shit?” Danny asks, in an amused tone.

You huff and roll your eyes. “Okay right this way everybody.”

**

After the tour had come to a natural conclusion everyone was sipping beers on the back porch.

“This is where we’re going to put a pool in.” Sam announces, talking with his hands.

You look at Gwen and smile. “So what did you think?”

“It’s really nice. I can’t wait to see it once you get everything finished. You should come by and decorate their house.” She says, nudging Jake.

He offers her a small smile and nods in return.

“I actually sort of did for a few days when they moved in last year. It was absolutely hectic.”

She chuckles. “With this group? Never.”

You felt as if you needed to keep the conversation progressing. “I really like your jumpsuit. Where did you get it?”

She was wearing a navy sleeveless jumpsuit and sandals with her hair pulled up in a ponytail, a few whispys framing her face, and pearls on her ears. She looked cute, sort of nautical.

“Ah, thanks. It’s from Nordstrom Rack I think? But I mean look at you. You look and smell like a birthday cake.”

You laugh at that. “A birthday cake? That’s a new one.”

“She’s just as sweet as birthday cake too.” Sam smirks, putting his fingers in his mouth and pretending to lick them clean as a lewd gesture.

Your cheeks turn pink. “Jesus Christ okay seriously no more beer for you Sam.”

Gwen laughs with no thought behind it as Jake looks off in the backyard.

Sam didn’t typically act this way, but you assumed he was taking a chance to say something like that in front of Jake. Almost as a reminder. He never brought up what happened, but you could tell sometimes he still felt some way about it. You couldn’t say you blamed him.

“I’m going to cut up some more fruit to top the pie with.” You say excusing yourself away. “Danny, no more beer for this one.” You point at Sam.

He laughs and salutes you as you walk inside.

Once back in the kitchen you take a breather and pour yourself a small glass of wine while grabbing the fruit, cutting boards, and a knife. You take a sip and begin washing the produce. You hum absentmindedly as the water runs. Once washed you begin to dry the fruit and start to chop up some strawberries. Then you cut up pineapple and decide to clean up the mess before you get to your last fruit.

“Wine?” A voice pops up from behind you.

You jump, slightly startled. Then you see Jake standing in the doorway with his hand up on the frame. His sunglasses are finally off and he has a beer in his other hand.

You huff a breathy laugh. “Yeah. Just something to take the edge off I suppose.”

He steps closer towards you. “Want any help?”

You shake your head and look back to the fruit. “I think I’m good. I just need to cut the kiwis now.”

You begin placing the sliced strawberries and pineapple on the top of the pie.

“Nonsense. I’ll cut these up for you.”

You both reach for the kiwis at the same time and your hands touch, grazing by one another. You look over and Jake’s eyes are staring back into yours. Silence. Mere seconds have passed and you feel as if it’s been forever.

“Hey Jake they’re playing cornhole if you wanna-“ Gwen states stepping into this kitchen. “Oh sorry if you’re helping I can just partner with Josh.”

You rip your eyes away from Jake and shake your head. “No, no. Go play Jake. I’ve got it from here.”

You can see in your peripheral he glances back down at you. “Okay yeah. Let’s go.”

Then he leaves the kitchen and grabs Gwen’s hand wrapping it in his.

You chug the rest of your wine and cut the kiwis.

**

“Fuck that was so good.” Josh states, leaning back in his chair.

“Yeah it really was. You two could call yourselves chefs.” Gwen says, taking a sip of her water.

You and Sam laugh simultaneously.

“What? Did you poison us or something?” Josh asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Something like that.” Sam starts. “The fish filets? They’re plant based. We’re full veg now baby.”

Sam wraps his arm around you as you continue to giggle at his antics.

“Oh son of a bitch. You two have somehow now become more annoying.” Danny teases.

“I mean what a better opportunity to make this announcement than at a dinner party where you actually enjoyed your vegetarian food?” You ask, lifting your wine glass off of the table.

“I think I would rather have been poisoned.” Josh jokes.

You all laugh at that.

“I think I’m going to grab some pie. Anyone want some?”

Jake asks, starting to get up.

Everyone raises their hand.

“Well shit let me just go put on my butler uniform and I’ll get to work on bringing that out for you all.”

Gwen laughs. “I’ll get a bell for you babe!”

You tip your wine glass towards her and nod. “Now that is a good idea.”

She lets out a laugh and inches closer to you. “Right? He’s been so weird today, it’s good to see him smile. I think he’s just tired, they were in the studio last night.”

You force a smile. “Oh definitely. They might as well take overnight bags when they go.”

Except, they weren’t in the studio last night. Sam was at home with you and you knew Danny went ax throwing. It was seldom Jake or Josh went without the other two, especially since they had their own studio in their house. You tried not to read into that too much.

Jake returned a few minutes later with the pie cut and portioned. He plopped a slice down on everyone’s plate. You all ate with an array of small talk bouncing around the table. When you were finished Josh and Danny did the dishes and cleaned up while you and Sam had gotten the fire pit going outside. Jake had grabbed one of Sam’s guitars and was sitting by tuning it. Gwen stared at him in awe, you remember those days.

But your head was glued on Sam. Watching him try to light some fancy logs you two had bought as he cursed under his breath. A smile curled up on your lips and a light laugh left you. Sam turned around and beamed a smile at you. “Hush.”

You threw your hands up in defense. Finally, he got it to light. Then everyone gathered around the campfire while Jake softly strummed. You laid your head on Sam’s shoulder while he held your legs. He smelled so good, just like himself. You swear you would turn his scent into a candle if given the opportunity.

Josh and Gwen were talking about something in depth while Danny entertained Sam. There were a few bottles of wine that were brought out, so everyone poured a glass. Sam took the light sweet liquid and brought it to his lips, softly humming and running his thumbs over your skin. He glanced down at you and gave you a wink as you grinned back at him.

You were so in love and you felt so at peace. Surrounded by the people you love the most: your friends, your soulmate, your family.

**

THREE YEARS LATER:

Wedding planning was a bitch. You shut your laptop and groaned. If you got on Pinterest one more time you might have thrown up.

“Hey it’s okay. I don’t care what anything looks like. All that matters is that it’s you and me up there.” Sam offers in a kind voice. “I’m going to make you some tea.”

You sighed. “I know Sam, it’s just so fucking stressful. I thought us having a tiny wedding would be easy. I stand corrected.”

Sam chuckled and placed a teabag in a mug. “Baby nothing with me is ever going to be easy.”

That brought a smile to your face. “I know. That’s why I’m marrying you.”

He placed your tea down next to you and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Just a few short weeks and you’ll be mine forever.”

“I already am.” You remind him with a grin.

**

The day had arrived. It was hectic to say the least, but you and Sam had spent last night together cuddled up in bed discussing how no matter what everything would be perfect. You were all back in Michigan, choosing to get married at a lake house you had been to as kids. It was secluded and beautiful. There weren’t many people invited to your wedding and you and Sam had chosen to skip the groomsmen/bridesmaids aspect. Per tradition, you hadn’t seen Sam all day, but you could hear him. He was getting ready on the third floor while you were on the second floor. You could hear him pacing about and raising his voice at his brothers. It made you giggle. He was nervous, as if you would ever say no.

“Makeup and hair is here. You ready?” Margo asks you.

You smile and nod. “Send them in.”

You were about to begin your getting ready process. You had already had various hair treatments done, your teeth whitened, nails done, toes done, spray tan, you had even gotten a special facial (not from Sam). All that was left was makeup, hair, jewelry, then dress. The dress of your dreams. It was just a plain and simple white silk dress that hugged your body perfectly. The train was rather small and you opted out of a veil. Sam would be in a classic black suit, tailored specifically for him. You had seen the previews of the suit and it made your heart skip a beat. The theme of your wedding was florals. Really just purple, blue, pink, and orange wildflowers. These flowers were scattered amongst white roses on the small wooden arch and dusted around the aisle. You would be married right in front of the lake, with a small reception at the lake house after. It was simple and small, but everything you could have wanted and more.

Your hair sat in rollers while the makeup artist rolled a nude pink lip liner over your lips.

“I’m going to run something down to Josh.” Margo announced, leaving the door slightly ajar.

You gave her a nod as you heard her click down the stairs. The makeup artists continued to focus in on your lips and you stared at yourself in the mirror. You looked beautiful. Dewy plump skin, natural contour and blush, light warm smokey eye with lashes, paired with this nude pink satin lip.

“Margo hold up!” You heard your fiancé almost yell out.

“What’s wrong Sam? Getting cold feet?” She asked with a laugh.

You heard him scoff. “No. I probably have the hottest feet in the history of feet right now. I need you to please come and fix Daniel’s tie. He thinks it’s straight and it isn’t.”

You chuckled at Sam’s concern. He had tried to be the calm one about this wedding. But deep down you knew he was just as much of a perfectionist as you were. He had been there to ground you through the stress of the planning, but you had secretly heard him get snippy with his brothers on the phone when they chimed in on the wedding. He had put a lot of thought and effort into this day, but didn’t want you to stress about it.

You sat in your chair as your rollers were taken out and your hair was sprayed and teased. Truthfully, you loved the way your hair had turned out. It was full of volume and light curls. You added your gold and pearl earrings and sprayed perfume onto your hair and body. The last thing you had to do was put your dress on. You smiled as you slipped the white fabric up your body and Margo got to work on pinning.

“Oh fuck. You look so beautiful.” She said, giving a small sniffle.

Margo looked beautiful too. She was in a light green midi dress that tied in the back. Her light pink hair contrasted it perfectly.

“Stop it right now.” You say, pushing a tear away. “I’m not crying on my wedding day.” A half sob half laugh escapes your throat.

Margo wraps you in a hug and then clears her throat. “So we’re ready then?”

You nod and give her a smile.

“I’ll go rally the troops.”

Margo heads down to get everything in motion and you stare out the window at the arch and the beautiful scenery around it. There would be no more than twenty people attending, but you still felt a little nervous.

Just then you heard a knock on the door frame. You turned around to see Jake. He had an indescribable look on his face with a soft smile.

“Wow.” He breathed. “You look absolutely breathtaking. Sam is going to cry his eyes out.”

You laughed at him. “He better.”

“I just wanted to come down and say, I’m happy for you. I’m happy for you and Sammy both. It’s a beautiful day.”

You smiled brightly at him. “Thank you Jake.”

He returned the same smile. “I’ll see you down there.”

Then he’s off down the stairs filing in with everyone else.

Only one thing left to do now, and that was to get married.

**

Sam did cry; borderline sobbing. That melted your heart. The ceremony was beautiful. Your family, Josh, Danny, Jake and Gwen, Sam’s family, Margo, aunts, uncles, a few cousins, and a photographer friend were in attendance. They all followed you and Sam into the “reception.” Which was really just the large outdoor patio. Josh rigged up speakers and acted as the DJ.

“For the first time Mr. & Mrs. Kiszka!” He bellowed into the small karaoke microphone. Everyone collectively cheered. There was the first dance, a few speeches, and of course food. You had catered a vegetarian burger joint and a modest sized vanilla cake. Everything was delicious. After the champagne toast, you took a few pictures before a majority of the crowd shuffled out knowing once the alcohol began to flow things would get out of hand. You hugged your parents and family who came, promising to meet for brunch tomorrow. Then turned your attention back to Sam who was more than eager to have you to himself. He kept his hand around your waist the whole night while everyone played drinking games and danced. Gwen had gotten incredibly intoxicated as she swayed around in her lilac dress. Jake eventually had to sit her down and force water and bread onto her, before resuming his drinking activities.

Josh was pouring more tequila shots for everyone while his vape hung out of his mouth. “Gather round! Gather round! I have the nectar of the gods!”

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother and turned towards you. “I can’t keep my hands off of you Mrs. Kiszka.”

Sam’s eyes were a little red and he had the slightest smell of alcohol on his breath. He had been incredibly diligent with pacing himself on the extracurricular activities, as you know he wanted you both to enjoy your wedding night.

You smiled mischievously at him. “We’re married, Mr. Kiszka. You don’t have to.”

Sam reached down and scooped you up while you erupted in giggles.

“Sorry Josh! No can do! I’m taking my wife to our room. An apology fair in advance to everyone staying in this house tonight. We won’t be quiet!”

You lightly smacked his arm as he walked into the house, still carrying you. “Sam! Goodnight everyone! Thank you for coming!”

You and Sam both laughed giddy with each other. He finally got you both into your room. Then, he unzipped you out of your dress and let it fall to the floor. You had on white lace lingerie underneath and Sam gave your ass a light smack as you plopped down on the bed. He sat beside you with soft eyes.

“I can’t believe I get to call you my wife. Forever.”

You grin at him. “Forever baby. I love you.”

“I love you. You’re so beautiful. Ethereal even.”

“Don’t make me blush. Why don’t you get out of those clothes? Do a little strip for me.”

He smirks at you while starting to undress. “Your wish is my command. Happy wife, happy life right?”

You playfully roll your eyes. “Shut up and come here.”

**

The next morning you woke up next to your husband sleepy eyed and well rested. You glanced over and saw him sleeping peacefully bathed in sunlight, his arms still wrapped around you. You looked over at your ring sitting proudly on your finger and couldn’t help but smile. This was your life. He was your life. You would follow him to the ends of the Earth, and he would for you as well. You started to scoot over slightly and he subconsciously pulled you closer into him. You nuzzled into his chest, content to lay like this all morning as your breaths synched. It was a preview as to how your life would go.

You and Sam, moving together fluidly as one.

Forever.

***

Fin

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[age-of-greta]

The Moon

The Moon represents illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself.

Author’s note: hi!! Welcome to the LAST chapter of The Moon ahhh! Can’t believe we have finally made it, and I hope you guys love it. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who has read, liked, or interacted with this fic. Epilogue will be out either next week or the following. Stay tuned for a surprise at the end ;) enjoy!!

Pairing: Sam x reader & Jake x reader

Warnings: cursing, angst, sexual content, adult content, minors DNI

Word count: 6.5k

PART 13:

Lavender.

So calming and beautiful. It grows wild, with no care. Sprouting up wherever it pleases, leaving beautiful splashes of purple. Free, without conviction.

Something that was the opposite of how you felt at this moment. That’s what you chose to lather yourself in, lavender lotion, in some mediocre attempt to calm yourself down. A portion of you was full of dread and anxiety. Knowing whatever conversation would take place soon would be uncomfortable and upsetting. A part of you was fucking over it. You had been so sick over this and you were over feeling this way, vomiting anytime your brain would run. Then lastly, a small part of you was excited. He was here. He was back in your house. You glanced up at the mirror, your eyes were sunken. God you looked like shit. You wished you had known he was coming by, you would have cleaned and fixed up. You didn’t want him to know how pathetic you felt on the inside. In your mind, if you looked better and your house was neat, it would help Sam remember how you two lived here- happily. Instead you felt like a shell of a person inside of a house haunted by past times.

Sam sat in your living room patiently waiting for you. You had an instinct just to hide in your room rather than face him. You had told yourself a thousand times if you had only had a chance to speak with him you could make things right. You would know exactly what to say and everything would be okay.

That wasn’t the case in reality.

You rummaged around in your room for something to wear. What was the dress code for getting your heart re-broken? Your stomach swam with anxiety as you tried to piece together what exactly Jake could have said to him. Did he go into detail as to what happened between you two? Did he tell Sam what he told you? The possibilities seemed endless. Fuck. Focus. You stomped around your room eventually grabbing a large army green band tee with small holes in the bottom and a pair of black satin sleep shorts. Your hair was a sopping mess and there was bubble bath behind your ear. You scrunched your hair out with your towel a few times until it was no longer dripping, then ran a brush through it. Not your normal hair care routine, but it will do. Next your face, also fucked. You attempted to fluff out your lashes, but they had been destroyed with all of the crying. So you took a spoolie through them and at least had them all in the same direction. You slathered on a small amount of moisturizer, hoping it might make you look more human again. Then you threw on a pair of slippers and a spritz of body spray. It couldn’t help to smell good. Right? You stared at the wall for a few minutes before gaining the gall to venture out of your room. You felt like you were in a horror movie, walking through an eerie hallway before an impending jumpscare. But that feeling abandoned your chest when you saw the silhouette of the man you loved sitting on your couch. You froze in your tracks, taking in the outline that you hadn’t seen in days. You wanted to crawl into his lap and never leave. Before your mind could catch up your feet were moving again. You could feel your heart thudding in your chest as you entered the room and crossed your arms in a protective way.

“Hi.” You said, meekly. Hovering near him, afraid to move.

Sam saw you and looked somber. “Hi.” He replied. “Wanna sit?”

You nodded your head and took the chair, not wanting to invade his space.

Sam took in your choice and nodded back. You both sat in silence for what felt like an eternity, but it was hardly a minute. Then Sam spoke.

“You look sick. Do you need soup or medicine?”

There he was, thinking of you right before a difficult conversation. That sweet Sammy, your Sammy- well, at least he used to be.

You shake your head. “No. I’m not sick, just haven’t been holding up well I suppose.”

He chews his lip, as if biting his tongue. “I’m sorry. I haven’t either.” Another minute goes by full of silence before he speaks again. “I didn’t come here to fight or yell or scream. I just want the truth. Can we do that?”

Your stomach twists at his words. You nod your head.

Sam returns a nod and lets out a bated breath. “Can you tell me what happened? I don’t need or want details. Just a general idea.”

You want to throw up. You know each word will be like a tiny stab wound. “Do you really want to know?”

Sam nods.

You take a deep breath.

“Okay. So I guess it started the day you guys moved in. The bar that night, Jake was pretty handsy in the backseat. Uh, the first night I stayed over he kissed me in the kitchen. From there it was just flirting. When he stayed behind the weekend you three were out of town, we spent the day together. We went drinking, then we went back to the house and slept together. That was it.”

Sam closed his eyes for a few seconds before re-opening them. “Then what?”

You dreaded this part. It was going to sound bad no matter how you phrased it.

“Then we stopped all forms of communication, Jake did. He didn’t want to address what happened, so I confronted him about it on the camping trip. He told me he wasn’t ready for commitment. That’s not me saying I was ready to jump into a relationship with him. I was just so angry because the whole situation felt dirty.”

Sam sucks in his cheeks. “So the same trip that I kissed you for the first time was when you and Jake ended things?”

You let out a sigh. “Technically yes, you could say it like that. But Sam I need you to understand that since that night it’s been you I was focused on. Not Jake.”

He nods. “It’s just hard not to feel like I was a rebound.”

“You weren’t.” You try to state as convincingly as possible.

“You can see why it’s hard for me not to think that though, right?” Sam asks in a calm tone.

“Sam I have never felt things for anyone that I feel for you.” You choke out. “If you want more information, at the Fourth of July party when we showed up together Jake was pissed. He wanted me to end things with you and discuss him and I. I said no. It wasn’t the only time I told him that either. If my motive was to be with him I could have been. I wanted to be with you- I want to be with you Sammy. Just you.” You say, with a white hot blistering heat arising in your stomach.

Then you feel a wet sensation on your face. You just realized you were crying. Great, there goes your composure.

Sam looks over at you and the back at the floor, his hands fumbling with one another. You can’t quite see his entire face, but it looks like a slight grimace is plastered on his face.

“I don’t like seeing you cry.” Sam says, quietly.

“Sorry.” You say back, wiping tears from your face.

“Don’t apologize for your emotions.” He says looking back up at you. He huffs and clears his throat before continuing. “You know ever since we were kids I’ve had a crush on you. You were never afraid of anything yet always the most compassionate person in the room. You loved animals, music, reading, and adventure. I always saw stars when I looked at you. But when I would look at you, you would look at Jake. So I would look away in hopes of sparing my heart. I’m done looking away.”

You stare at him. Not entirely sure what he means in this situation.

“I tried to look for other people that made me see stars, but it was never the same. I chalked it up to childhood infatuation, but then the day we moved here I saw you; puffing a cigarette in your little gym clothes, hair up but still cascading down your back, skin sunkissed, a smile that could bring the heavens down to Earth. I remember just thinking fuck. Then I saw your face light up when you saw him. I continued to notice for weeks, but I looked away. Hoping that if you just gave me a chance, I could show you we were right. Then you gave it a chance, and everyday felt like a breath of fresh air. I thought it would work, but that doubt crept in and plagued my mind. Then it destroyed it. For me, it’s always been you. Perhaps it always will.” He pauses and collects himself before speaking again. “But for you, it’s always going to be Jake. And I can’t do it. As much I want to, as much as I love you. I can’t bare having you by me while taking stolen glances at my brother.”

You feel like a hot knife has been plunged into your heart and twisted. “You’re wrong Sam. You’re so wrong.”

He takes a deep breath and looks at you with kind eyes. You know it’s over, but you can’t help but try to salvage this.

“It’s you. It’s you Sammy. You’re my person, you’re who I love. I don’t want him, I want you. I want you in the mornings when I wake up and in the evenings when I lay down. I want you, all of you for the rest of my days. And I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry that I kept that from you. I regret it immensely.”

He starts to speak, but you cut him off. “But fuck how many times do I have to tell you?” Your voice starts to pitch higher. “I love you! I want you, I want us. It’s us or nothing for me. I know you must feel shitty right now. I can’t even imagine how awful you feel. But you know what we had, what we have is real. If it wasn’t I would be fighting as hard as I am. You mentioned childhood infatuation? Yeah that was Jake. But in regards to who I love? That’s you Sam, it’s always going to be you.”

He looks at you, still contemplating thoughts. He blinks away the threat of tears. “Are you sure?”

You nod while another tear creeps down your cheek. “Yes I am.”

He takes another breath. “Are you entirely sure? If not, I’m giving you an out here.”

You stand up out of the chair, your legs are more wobbly than you thought they would be. You make your way to the couch and sit down beside him, still giving him an ample amount of space.

“My mind isn’t going to change. I don’t want an out. I want an in.” You extend your hand out and try to take his hand. To your surprise he obliged.

“Okay.” He says quietly.

Your head is spinning. “Okay?” You ask, unsure.

He sniffles and looks up at you and nods.

“I’m sorry.” You say quietly.

“Me too.” He responds, rubbing his thumb over your hand.

Your brain feels like it has shut off. You have no idea what to take away from this situation. You both told each other that you loved the other, you were certain Sam was breaking up with you, but now here you sit in comfortable silence- hand in hand.

“Sam?” You ask, mustering up the courage to speak.

He hums in response.

“So what is it exactly that made you come here? I tried to contact you for days, I even went to your house.”

Sam paused for a moment. “I know.” He says, collecting his thoughts. “I needed solitude. I wanted to try and clear my head. I shut off my phone and only turned it on for meetings. I went to this run down hotel, it was the first place we had ever stayed in Nashville when we played here years ago. Honestly I would probably still be there sulking if Jake hadn't come.”

You flinch slightly at that name leaving his mouth.

“He practically banged down the door. And the first thing he says to me is:

‘Are you fucking stupid?’

Then he marched in my room and proceeded to chew my ass for a while. At first I didn’t want to hear anything from him. His presence pissed me off. But after a while of arguing and yelling, we spoke amicably. It’s probably for the best that it was a run down hotel, if it were anywhere else the cops would have been called.”

You nod your head. “What did he say?”

He takes a breath. “He told me that you had come to the house looking for me and you were a fucking wreck. He told me it was blatantly obvious that I was who you wanted and you made that clear to him. He said you would always be the one who got away for him, but he wouldn’t stand in the way of our relationship because he loves us.” Sam clears his throat before continuing. “To be completely honest, that was hard to hear. I thought by taking the ignorance is bliss approach I could spare myself, that was incorrect. All this time I chose to ignore my suspicions rather than confront them. So that’s why I came here. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I knew I wanted to give you an out. If you wanted him you could have him. I guess I just wanted to see if he was being honest or trying to mend our relationship.”

You squeezed his hand at the end of that sentence.

“I should have told you.” You said, lightly.

He sighed. “I understand why you didn’t.”

It’s quiet for a few moments before Sam looks back up at you. His caramel eyes make your heart melt. “I missed you, a lot.”

“I missed you too.” You say, starting to choke up.

Sam notices your impending tears again and pulls your body into his. He embraces you and immediately all tension leaves your body. He’s warm and smells so good, just as you remembered. No, better than you remembered. His hand wraps in your hair stroking your scalp ever so lightly. You both lay like that, embraced with one another for at least ten minutes. You don’t dare move and neither does he. Just staying there in each other's arms, breaths syncing, hearts beating as one.

Finally, you break the stillness and glance up at him. The hurt, pain, and dullness is gone; now replaced by admiration, warmness, and love. He finally looked like Sam again, your Sam. The heat in your chest began to spread as he glanced from your eyes to your lips. You wanted nothing more in this moment than to feel his warm plump lips on yours again. You were aching for it, but you didn’t want to be the one to instigate it just in case he still had reservations. He took his hand out of your hand and lightly gripped your face, taking his thumb and grazing it over your jawline. You melted at his touch. He slowly took his thumbs and dragged it across your lips, leaving little trails of fireworks wherever his flesh touched yours. You couldn’t help but look up at him in pure awe. Slowly and finally, Sam reached down and connected your lips. This caused a blast of sensation to wash through your whole body. The kiss was slow but intentional. Full of passion and unspoken promises. The urgency for one another began to seep in shortly after. You brought your hand up and laced your fingers lightly in his hair. This caused a light moan to spill out into your mouth, which you swallowed greedily. You would like to hear that sound everyday for the rest of your life. Sam’s hands ran up and down your body as if he were discovering it for the first time all over again. In a swift motion Sam was up and lifted you barely breaking the kiss. His hands were locked under your thighs as you wrapped your legs tightly around him. Muscle memory had seemed to have taken over as he effortlessly made way into your bedroom. He paused slightly to lay you down before his mouth was on yours again. Once he was hovering over you, you felt more emboldened and slipped your tongue into his mouth. You were greeted with his and the kisses grew from passionate to needy. You needed Sam in every way and he needed you. You were panting like a dog in the summertime, trying to keep up with him. The adrenaline coursing through your veins felt better than any drug could. Sam pulled away from you first and began kissing down your neck.

“I love you.” You whispered, breathless.

He came up and stared down at you. “I love you, beyond words.”

He returned to your neck, making a line of kisses. “In fact there are no words to describe how much I love you. So I’ll just have to show you.”

He nipped at your collarbone after he spoke that last sentence which caused a high pitched whine to erupt from your throat. He continued to make his way lower and lower. He helped you out of your shirt and slid your shorts down your legs before removing his shirt as well. He wasted no time as his kisses met your core. You whipped your head back into the bed and clenched the sheets for dear life. When he added fingers you were done for, all you could do was moan. Despite his absence Sam still knew your body, memorizing every trigger and curve. Tonight he had no reservations as he devoured you like you were the last supper, and he was your savior. You were nearing the end, but he didn’t slow his relentless pace. Normally, he would ease you into it, but right now he was plunging you over the edge. You arched your back and gripped strands of his chocolate brown locks as if they were the only thing keeping you on this Earth. You whined his name, but it dripped like sweet honey as those familiar syllables danced off your tongue. Euphoria engulfed your whole body and you swear you saw stars.

“Fuck.” Sam muttered, watching what you could only imagine was a sight to behold.

Hearing his voice brought you back down to Earth, grounding your consciousness. But he wasn’t done with you. He made his way back up to your mouth, kissing you so that you could taste yourself on his tongue. You tugged at his shorts as your mouths moved rhythmically around each other. You palmed over him to feel him unbelievably stiff, just as needy as you were. You breathed heavily into each other’s mouths as he slid his member around your entrance. No words spoken, just eye contact and breathy moans. In that moment, you decided it was the most erotic experience you had ever had. It was more than just fucking, you were making love. He slipped into you with ease, letting out an animalistic moan as he sunk into you. Your eyes rolled back, finally having him inside of you again felt like home.

“So beautiful.” He cooed into your ear while sloppily kissing your jaw. “All mine baby. You’re mine.” He continued with vigorous thrusts.

“Yours Sammy. I’m yours.” You moaned back, as he continued to bury his face in your neck.

He was rapidly becoming undone. You wrapped your legs around his torso deepening his thrusts. Sam wrapped his left hand around your wrist before moving it up and lancing his fingers with yours. You both moaned as one, trying to get as close to each other as physically possible. It felt as if you were coated in ecstasy, a constant orgasm if you will. Sam’s breath was ragged as he tried to delay the inevitable just to get you there one more time. You hadn’t recovered from the first orgasm, you definitely weren’t ready for the second, but you were about to give it to him.

“Sammy.” You whined out. “So close baby.”

He groaned at that. “Together?”

You nodded feverishly as you began to feel that burning sensation come to a boil. Then, a release like no other. You felt all worry and anxiety drain from your body as an indescribable pleasurable sensation took over. You saw white, and for a moment you thought maybe you had entered some sort of afterlife until a light kiss on your shoulder brought you back into reality. You fluttered your eyes open to see him there looking like an angelic mess. Sweat dripped down his face and his hair stuck to it, breathing heavily, trembling, looking at you in a way you had never seen before. You both stayed there for a few minutes until he gave you a final kiss and rolled off of you. Your whole body was damp. You weren’t sure what was sweat and what was saliva, honestly you didn’t care. You felt absolved. Born again. Right where you needed to be. Sam grabbed you and pulled you close to him, burying his nose into your hair. You could still feel his heart beating rapidly.

“I love you.” He whispered into your ear.

“I love you too.” You responded in another whisper.

For the first time in days you felt okay again and for the first time in years you felt alive. You never wanted to leave your bed, but eventually Sam got you up and in a shower together. You shared laughs, tears, kisses, and time together that had been missed. That night you laid in your bed beside one another clinging to each other. You never wanted to let go, and you never would again.

**

“Have you seen my tie?” Sam yelled from your room, his voice borderline frantic.

“It’s on the dresser babe. I steamed it for you.” You replied, casually flipping through channels.

He was then quick on his heels retreating to the room. He came back out a few minutes later, straightening his tie and smoothing his pleated white shirt.

“How do I look?” he asked, his eyes meeting yours for affirmation.

You smirked at him. “Quite dapper.”

He grins at you. “I love you. I’ll see you soon. Make sure you text me when your car is close and I’ll come out and get you.” He says, placing a kiss on your head.

“Sir yes sir.” You say, giving a salute.

He playfully rolls his eyes at you. “Keep talking like that and we won’t make it to this party.”

You giggled at his innuendo. “Okay, okay go before you’re late. Be safe, love you.”

He gave you the same salute before heading out of the door.

It had been three weeks since you and Sam had gotten back together. In all honesty, things fell back into normalcy somewhat quickly. Margo was right when she said it before, you were obsessed with each other. Neither one of you cared who knew that. You were happy beyond words. A week after your reunification you and Sam had dinner at their house. Danny and Josh had no idea what had happened, but you got the feeling they knew that something happened. Jake was extremely reserved, which was unlike him in almost every way. You were sure that Josh noticed, with that strange twin telepathy thing they have. But poor Danny seemed oblivious. It had gone well, Jake and Sam didn’t interact much. Jake barely looked at you, but you could feel his eyes on you whenever he thought no one was looking. You could tell by the seldom glances that you did share, he wanted to speak to you. But you both remained content with a subtle nod. The truth was you loved Sam, more than anything. But, deep down you would always feel something for Jake. You would never dare say that outloud, but you assumed Jake felt a similar way. It didn’t matter though, as Sam was who you wanted- forever.

Today there was a big studio meeting followed by a party. The boys had to be there early for photos and contract signing. You would be meeting them there in a few hours. You were beyond excited to surprise Sam with how you would look. It had been all you could think about for the last week. You had meticulously planned every detail. Given the past few weeks, you thought this is exactly what your relationship needed; an excuse to dress up and further the infatuation with one another. Sam looked fantastic when he left. He wore a silver suit with black velvet loafers and a black pocket square. His hair framed his face perfectly, so long and pretty. You almost wished you had taken a picture of him just for yourself, one you would never share with the world.

About thirty minutes after he had left you had decided to go ahead and start getting ready. You put on a Pink Floyd record and began your long journey of getting ready. First, you took an everything shower and scrubbed your skin of all impurities before drenching yourself in shower oil. Then let your skin and hair air dry as you applied various creams and serums to your face. You partially blow dried your hair, putting the rest up so you could focus on makeup. You went with a classic look with a seventies flair; brown cat look eyeliner, brown shadow to define your eyes, extra lashes, full coverage face, layers of bronzer, and warm pink blush matched with a pink glossy lip. You were impressed with how it all came out. You danced around your kitchen as you prepared a glass of warm tea, you still had at least another hour and a half before you had to leave. As you steeped your tea, your phone began to ring. You looked down, it was Margo.

“Hi.” You said in a cheery tone.

She laughed. “Hi. It’s strange hearing you sound like you’re an optimist.”

“Lots of things to be optimistic about Margo.” You retort.

She scoffs. “Yeah like what? How many ways Sam is going to fuck you tonight once he sees that little dress you bought?”

You let out a laugh. “So vulgar! That’s not lady-like.”

“Mhm. I take it your look is going well then?” She asks.

“Better.” You respond. “I still have quite a while to go though.”

“Somehow that doesn't surprise me.” She snarks. “I’m just now leaving the hair salon, so I’ll probably be late. I know that doesn’t surprise you either.”

“Nope.” You respond in a teasing tone.

“Alright well I’ll see you tonight then. Save some champagne for me.”

Then you get off the phone to continue your getting ready process. You had called Margo to come over once your dress came in to get her opinion, she had said you looked like a “slutty Aubrey Plaza in the best way possible.” Whatever that meant.

You added a few lengthening hair extensions and put light curls in the ends, then added volumizing spray to your roots. You opened your closet and pulled out a black bag you had been trying to hide from Sam. He had offered to take you dress shopping, but you declined telling him that you would find something in your closet to wear. That’s when this little plan of yours was born. You took the garments out and began to place them on your body. It was a very short, very tight, black bodycon dress with black feathers lining the top. It came with matching black gloves also lined with black feathers at the top. You rolled on a pair of black sheer tights, knowing that Sam would probably rip them off of you as soon as you stepped foot back in this house. Then you put on a pair of black chunky heels that strap around the ankle. To accessorize, you put on a Vivenne Westwood pearl necklace with a small planet attached at the middle with matching slightly oversized pearl earrings. You practically drowned yourself in Gucci Guilty perfume, spraying it on every inch of your body that you could reach. You glanced at yourself in the mirror and smiled. It’s easy to be so negative when looking at yourself, that was something you had always struggled with. But being with Sam gave you a new confidence you had never had before, which is why you stood before this mirror staring at yourself. Right on cue, Sam had texted you saying that your car should be pulling up any minute. You grabbed your small black clutch and threw in some essentials before heading outside. A black Escalade was waiting at your door. The driver rolled down his window. “Picking up for Mr. Sam Kiszka?”

“That’s me.” You stated, walking forward.

The driver hastily got out and opened the door for you. Then you were off. The venue wasn’t too far, but traffic sucked as always which delayed your arrival. You felt excitement swirl around in your stomach as you neared a familiar street.

About to pull up!

You texted your boyfriend.

You caught a glimpse of him almost immediately. He was standing outside waiting for you, hands in his pocket. He walked up to the car before it was even fully stopped and gripped the handle. Once it was safe for you to exit, the door opened and his hand was extended to you. You threw your legs to the side and took his hand, stepping out of the car. His face was priceless as he gawked at you, eyes scanning you up and down.

“Jesus fuck.” He said, barely above a whisper.

“All good Mr. Kiszka?” The driver suddenly asked.

Sam cleared his throat. “Mhm yes. Thank you Langston.”

Sam took your hand and led you towards the entrance, stopping just before you got to the doors.

“Goddamn baby. You look fucking gorgeous.” Sam said, giving you a little spin.

You giggled. “Thank you Sammy. You clean up nice as well.”

He bit his lip at that familiar pet name and pulled you closer. “From your closet huh?” He says, giving your ass a light grip.

“Maybe, maybe not. Just wait until you see what’s under it.” You said with a wink.

Sam groaned. “Such a tease. Come on, let's go drop some jaws.”

Sam took your hand and led you inside, where all eyes were on you two. You noticed the group tucked away in the corner. Typical. Josh and Margo were chatting, she had already beaten you here. Danny and Jake were eating little shrimps from a bowl.

“Holy shit!” Margo nearly yelled when she saw you. “God bless, look at you!” She said embracing you.

You laughed at her. “No, holy shit to you! Look at this hair. So pink and shiny.” You said, playing around with her freshly pink curls.

“Hm should we kiss?’ She jokes.

“I’ll veto that one.” Sam says with a laugh.

“I, however, am completely for you two kissing.” Josh says poking fun at Sam. “Hi beautiful.” He says embracing you.

“You look nice. I’m happy someone else in the family got the good looks besides me.” Danny retorts, half hugging you.

“If only you got the humor too.” You said with a sigh. This garnered a snicker from Sam.

You turned your head and caught Jake taking all of you in. It was like he was fighting demons trying to rip his eyes off of you. Finally he gave you a small smile and nodded.

“Hi.” Was all he said.

You returned the small smile. “Hi.”

Then you felt Sam wrap his arm around your waist. “Wanna grab a drink?”

You nodded. “Yes please.”

You two ended up at the bar ordering two glasses of champagne. While you were there you met a few executives and friends in the industry. Sam introduced you as “my girlfriend” which made your heart skip a beat or two. It wasn’t all sunshines and rainbows. Every now and then you would catch a cold stare from a few girls in the room. You chalked it up to being hot and dating a rockstar, but you wish you could say it didn’t bother you. Which became a big realization to you that night, there would always be people who hated you because of who you were dating. But for Sam that was a risk you were more than willing to take. You couldn’t think of much that you wouldn’t do for him.

“It feels good, you know.” Sam said, smiling a toothy grin behind his champagne glass.

You furrowed your brows at him. “What?”

“Being able to show you off like this. Introduce you as mine. It’s always been a fantasy of mine, now a reality.”

You bat your eyelashes at him. “We know how good I am at fulfilling your fantasies huh Sammy?”

He smirks at you. “Naughty girl.”

You laugh and tip back your champagne glass.

“I’m going to run to the bathroom really quickly. Are you good here?” He asks.

You nod your head. “What are you going to be doing in there?”

He lets out a quick laugh. “I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it, multiple times. But there are too many people here.”

He gives you a wink and heads towards the bathroom while you giggle to yourself. You stand at the bar and turn towards the bartender to go ahead and order you and Sam another round. Then you feel a familiar presence beside you. Jake.

“More champagne?” He asks, tilting back the dark liquor in his cup.

You nod, but don’t speak. Jake grabs the bartenders attention. “One glass of champagne and one whiskey on the rocks.”

“Two glasses of champagne please.” You interject.

The bartender nods and gets to work.

“Ah yeah.” Jake says, finishing his drink. “You look nice.”

You glance around half expecting to see Sam walking back towards you.

“Thank you.” You say, in a calm tone.

“Are you having fun tonight?” He asked, fidgeting around with the rim of his glass.

You nod your head. “Yes I am. Are you?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Oh yeah. The best. Love the ambiance here.”

You let out a small laugh at his sarcasm, then turn your head once more looking for Sam.

“He’ll be a minute Birdie. I saw him head to the bathroom the same time one of the most talkative execs were.”

You chewed on your lip. You didn’t want to seem rude to Jake, but you also didn’t want to give Sam any reason to be upset as things were finally looking up.

The bartender sat down your drinks and Jake handed you your two glasses. “Don’t wanna bother you. Just wanted to say you look nice and it was good to see you. Have a good night.”

Before you could respond he takes his glass of whiskey and slinks away into the crowd. It was the last time you saw him that night.

Sam came back to you a few minutes later. By then you had already downed your second glass of champagne.

“Someone’s thirsty.” Sam said, eyeing your glass.

You laughed it off. “It’s good champagne.”

Sam never said anything about it, but he saw you and Jake speaking.

You spent the rest of the night waltzing around with Sam, saying hellos to people you had never seen before. Then you tucked away in the corner with Josh and Margo. Danny and Jake had left already, Josh wanted to, but didn’t want to seem impolite.

“Can we go yet?” Sam asked Josh. “We’ve been here for hours.”

Josh nods. “Yeah I suppose. But we need to say our goodbyes and not sneak out like the other two jackasses.”

“Should we get pizza?” Margo asked, seemingly out of nowhere.

Josh smiled at her. “That’s a delightful idea. Birdie? Sam?”

You grab Sam’s hand. “We’re in.”

Josh clapped his hand. “Hot dog! Well ladies, let’s stroll out of here and say goodbyes. Pepperoni pizza is calling my name.”

“How about cheese?” Sam asks, with humor in his tone.

Josh fake groaned. “You two kill me. Fine, I guess cheese will suffice.”

Then Josh takes Margo’s arm while Sam takes your hand and guides you towards the entrance. You two ended up walking a few blocks to a 24 hour pizza joint that served you the greasiest pizza ever. Nonetheless, it was still a night to remember. It felt good to feel normal again. Laughing with Josh, Margo, and Sam. When you went your separate ways Sam grabbed his car from the valet and took you home. He promptly removed your clothing as soon as you stepped inside and you two finished the night eating ice cream on your couch wrapped in just blankets.

You studied him, watching some old horror movie enthralled while mindlessly tracing small circles on your thighs. It was dark, but he was illuminated by the moonlight cascading through your bay windows. After a few minutes, he took notice of you studying him.

“What?” He asked, scrunching up his nose.

You smiled and shook your head. “Nothing. You’re just so pretty.”

He laughed at you. “Not as pretty as you, my love.”

He pulled you into his chest and gave you a light kiss on the top of your head, continuing the small circles but this time on your back. He was so warm and you took in the scent on his skin. It was both of you. Us. You thought as you inhaled deeply. It wasn’t long until you were almost lulled to sleep, right in his arms. Somewhere you would stay, day or night. 10 minutes or 10 years. Until your last breath left your chest. You smiled to yourself at that thought. It wasn’t a bad way to live a good life.

You had heard stories about the Sun loving the Moon so much that every night the Sun would die to give the Moon life. Then the process repeated for the Moon to die in order for the Sun to rise again.

You were the Sun and Sam was The Moon.

Always giving life to one another, rising and falling for each other. Bringing light and dark into full cohesion.

For without the Sun there would be no warmth; and without the Moon there would be no stars.

You quite liked the stars.

**

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[age-of-greta]

The Moon

The Moon represents illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself.

Author’s note: hi!! Welcome back to the moon! I’m sorry this chapter is a little, short but the next one will be meaty, I promise. Speaking of, we have ONE more chapter left, then an epilogue. Ah!! I’m leaving the country for vacation today(6/12), so please be patient for the next two parts :) As always, all parts will be posted on Wednesday at midnight est. I proofread, but typos happen. Thank you all SO much for following along. Enjoy!!

Paring: Sam x reader & Jake x reader

Warnings: angst af, cursing

Word count: 2.3k

PART 12:

127 hours.

No not the shitty movie with James Franco, that’s how long it’s been since you had seen Sam.

You’ve called him countless times, but he hasn’t picked up. You hadn’t texted him. What would you say? You hadn’t reached out to Danny. You didn’t want him to know. Of course you hadn’t texted Jake either. You didn’t want Sam to think any worse than he already does. You were stuck between a rock and a hard place. Okay so kind of like 127 hours.

You had barely left your place. It hurt, fuck it hurt. You knew you cared about Sam… a lot. But now it was evident that you loved him. You couldn’t even tell him. You think back to that day often. Part of you wishes you would have deleted the text messages. Part of you wishes you would have just told Sam from the beginning. You remember the giddiness you felt when you saw that text from Jake. That spark of excitement now felt like disgust sitting in your stomach. It wasn’t until Sam was gone, that you realized you didn’t want Jake anymore. You wanted Sam. That was a hard pill to swallow. It shouldn’t have taken this to happen to appreciate what you had, but often that’s how it works. You were completely at odds on how to handle this situation. If you showed up on his doorstep, they would all be aware of the situation. Even worse, what if Sam kicked you out? That scenario made you want to claw your eyes out. But the other option wasn’t working. You’ve called and called, he won’t answer. The last option was the worst. Give up? That didn’t seem possible to you. You had to talk to Sam. But before, you needed advice. You had rotted in your bed for long enough. You needed Margo. You shakily pulled out your phone and dialed her number.

“Hello?” She answered after a few rings.

“Hi.” You start. “Can you come over please.”

Margo laughs. “About time I heard from you. Are you and Sam trying to have a threesome? If so, I'm sorry to say I’m not into it.”

You flinch at hearing his name.

“You there?” She asks.

You swallow thickly. “Yes. Sorry, can you just please come over?” Your voice breaks.

“Honey what’s wrong? Are you okay? You know what fuck it. Yes. Yes. I’m coming. I’ll be there in twenty.”

You hang up and wipe tears from your eyes. You should probably clean up a little. You threw your bedding in the wash and took a quick shower. By the time you got out and dressed Margo was pounding on your front door.

“Hey, fuck, are you okay?” She says, taking your face in her hands.

You nod, but tears begin to well. You hated crying in front of people. It was so embarrassing.

“What happened?” Margo asked, sitting you on the couch with her.

“It’s all so fucked.” You say, wiping tears from your eyes. “I had sex with Jake.”

Margo looks at you almost bewildered. “What?”

“It was before Sam and I. It happened once. I didn’t tell Sam and he found out because Jake sent me a stupid fucking text.”

Margo puffs out. “Fuck.”

She remains quiet and then pushes her faded pink hair behind her ears. “How long was it before you and Sam?”

“I dunno. Maybe a couple of weeks?” You say.

Margo takes a deep breath. “Okay you know I love you. But I’m about to hit you with a hard truth. First, I know you care deeply about Sam. But also, I can see that you feel the same way about Jake. I’ve known that since the first time I was around you two.” She pauses for a moment. “I guess it might be hard to perceive that you’re all in on Sam. I mean you guys fucked and you didn’t tell anyone. If that were just a casual thing you would have spilled. It feels like there needs to be some self-reflection or closure there.”

You swallow hard at her words.

“But Margo I-.” You pause and collect yourself. “Yes. I had been in love with Jake since I can remember. Yes. We had sex. Yes. Jake hurt me. But that has nothing to do with my feelings for Sam. I didn’t anticipate Sam and I to be anything. It just happened. Now I wouldn’t trade it for the world, not even Jake.”

She looks at you blankly. “Have you told him that?”

You shake your head. “I haven’t had the chance. He won’t return my calls.”

She pinches the bridge of her nose. “You haven’t gone to his house.”

“No, absolutely not. I can’t face the rest of them.”

She sighs. “Babe, you’re going to have to. If you want Sam to know how you feel, you have to tell him. It doesn’t matter what the rest of them think.”

You take a breath. She was right. Fuck.

“You know I’m right.” She chimes in.

You nod.

“Well let’s go then.” Margo says, getting up.

You furrow your brows at her. “What?”

“Go clean yourself up and go see Sam.” She says calmly.

You make a face. “But Margo I-“

“Shhh!” She holds up her finger. “No more excuses. If you want him you have to go get him.”

You swallow thickly and nod your head.

It was time to go and get your man.

**

You sat in your car for twelve minutes. Staring at the front door. It was hot outside, but your blood ran cold. Your stomach was in knots going over every scenario in your head. You had never felt more anxious in your life. Margo had made you throw on shorts, a t-shirt, concealer and bronzer to make you look somewhat normal. Your hair was a mess but at least it was clean. You took a sip of water and shut your car off. You padded to the front door and prayed to god Sam would be the one to open it. You knocked and waited. Waited for what felt like 100 years. Finally the doorknob began to twitch and a sharp pain ran through your whole body. But it dissipated when you saw who was behind the door. Jake.

“Uh hey Birdie. What’s up?” He asked.

“Is Sam here?” You managed to speak out.

Jake gave you a strange look. “What?”

Fuck. Did he tell everyone already? Did he tell them that you two are over? Your mind begins to run a million miles per second, but it comes to a halt when Jake speaks again.

“What do you mean? We figured he’s been with you?” Jake asks, brows knitted together.

“He hasn’t been home?” You ask, with slight panic.

Jake shakes his head. “Not since he came and got mason jars and cucumbers.”

You feel like you're going to pass out. Was he okay?

“Hey.” Jake says, taking your arm. “Come inside.”

Your body mindless follows Jake as he takes you to the kitchen and sits you down at the island, grabbing a bottle of water for you.

“He’s okay, you know. He’s been calling into meetings. Josh has been quite hard on him because he hasn’t been there in person. We thought he was just shacked up with you.” Jake says lightly.

He’s okay. Thank god. You nod at Jake.

Jake chews on his lip. “Are you okay?”

You let out a deep breath. “No.”

Jake cautiously moves closer to you. “What happened?”

You stare up at him before responding.

“He found out we fucked Jake.” You say flatly. “He saw those stupid fucking text messages.”

Jake freezes and makes a face. “Shit.”

“Yeah.” You say, sniffling back a few tears.

“I’m sorry.” Jake says quietly. “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“I know.” You reply.

Jake looks over at you conflicted. “Did he end things? If he did he would be fucking stupid.”

You shook your head. “I dunno. He said he needed time. That was almost a week ago. I haven’t heard from him.”

Jake places a hand gently on your back and you flinch.

“Jake.” You start feeling a slight panic at his touch.

“What?” He asks, removing his hand.

“We have to hash this shit out. This is what has and is hindering Sam and I.” You start. “It’s fucked. Sam is absolutely in the right to feel the way he does.”

Jake furrows his brows at you. “No he isn’t. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I didn’t tell him. I started our relationship without trust and-“ You pause and run your fingers through your hair. “I entertained it. I thought about the what-ifs with you even though I was happy with Sam.”

Jake looks down at the floor. “That’s my fault. I should have let you go.”

You take a breath. “A lot happened and we never got closure.”

Jake looked back up at you with tender eyes. “Let me give you closure then. Birdie, I love you. I’ve loved you since we were kids.” He pauses and thinks before speaking. “I’m fucking selfish. You were right, I wanted you and the world. I didn’t treat you like my priority- Sam did. I can see that you love Sam and I want you to be happy. If Sam is who you want, I will not get in the way anymore. I promise.”

You feel tears welling in your eyes. “I do. I love him. I want him for the rest of my life Jake. But I’m not sure he wants me anymore.” You say starting to choke up.

Jake takes in the sting of your words but keeps his poker face. “That’s not true. Sam is crazy about you. Just give it some time, he will come around.”

You wipe a tear from your face. “Yeah. Hopefully.”

Jake stares at you for a moment. “Do you think we can still be in each other’s lives? I don’t want to live in a world without Birdie.”

You stiffen a laugh. “One thing at a time. But I don’t think I want to live in a world without Jake Kiszka either.”

He smiles at you. “Okay.”

You stayed there for a few moments longer producing minimal small talk before leaving. You felt slightly better hashing things out with Jake. You knew no matter what happened with Sam, you would never venture down that road with Jake. It was Sam or nothing now. That clarity and closure felt good. The only problem was, you still hadn’t heard from Sam.

**

It was now Sunday. Still no word from Sam. In a way you had come to some sort of devastating peace. It was hard to navigate your emotions. Margo didn’t want to leave your side, but you wanted to be alone. It gave you a lot of time to think, even though your head felt like a jumbled madhouse. You took things day by day. Sometimes you would think or see a reminder of Sam, cry, then continue on with your day. Others you didn’t want to get out of bed. Grief isn’t linear. That’s what was occurring, grief. Today had been somewhat positive. You made breakfast, cleaned your house, did laundry, and even made it to the gym. That productivity bug had died now, but it was Sunday. So you drew yourself a warm bath and made a warm cup of tea to drink. You stripped down and poured in bubble bath. Then lit a candle and turned off the lights. You stepped into the bath and sunk down as the warm water engulfed you. It was hard to feel anything other than contentment at the moment. When the water began to cool off, you drained some and refilled it with hot water. You then did that about two more times. Unable to fathom leaving the bath. You were unsure of how much time had passed but you guessed it was night by now. The thought of staying in your bathtub all night had crossed your mind, but you decided against it. Ten more minutes, you thought to yourself as you closed your eyes. Then you heard a strange sound, almost like someone was in your kitchen. You stayed still and listened, then nothing. Your mind was playing tricks on you. At times your imagination could run wild. Just as you had convinced yourself it was nothing you heard another sound, this one closer.

Could it be Margo? No. She would have announced herself.

Your heartbeat began to pick up as countless thoughts swam through your mind. Before you could formulate somewhat of a plan, your door knob twisted. Unable to think, you sank down deeper in your tub, hoping that whoever or whatever was on the other side of the door wouldn’t see you. The door opened and fear spread through your body, but it quickly subsided when you saw a familiar shape.

Were you dreaming? Did you accidentally drown in the tub and this is your brain's way of processing?

The figure stood there looking directly at you. You didn’t dare move.

“Sam?” You said in a near whisper.

“Hi.” He said quietly. “I let myself in.”

You were completely flabbergasted as to what to say to him. So you just said: “That’s okay.”

“Would you mind meeting me in the living room when you’re finished?” He asked.

You nodded. He began to close the door. “Wait- Sam.”

He popped his head back in.

You bit your lip before speaking. “Why are you here? I’m glad to see you, but after days of no contact I didn’t think we would speak again.”

Sam sighed a little. “Yeah.” He says running fingers through his long hair. “I talked to Jake.”

***

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[age-of-greta]

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[age-of-greta]

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[age-of-greta]

The Moon

The Moon represents illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself.

Author’s note: hi!! welcome back to The Moon! This chapter is… a lot! Get ready. Anyway, no posting schedule, but all parts will be uploaded on Wednesdays at midnight est. There are only a few chapters left, but I’m unsure when it will get wrapped up as I will be on vacation soon. Just bare with me! Enjoy this chapter :)

Pairing: Sam x reader & Jake x reader

Warnings: alcohol consumption, language, adult content, sexual situations, angst

Word count: 4.6k

PART 11:

The threat of cooler air began to creep in. That’s the first thing you noticed as you sat out on your porch. It was still summertime, but you noticed the warmth had begun to fade ever so slightly. That was the opposite of how you felt. It had been a few weeks since the Fourth of July party. You and Sam were incredibly solid. You were blissfully happy. He made you laugh until your stomach twisted. He made you smile until your cheeks were numb. He made you grip the sheets until your knuckles turned white. He gave you butterflies everyday. But there was still a twinge of doubt deep down in you. You two had never been tested. You didn’t fight. The secret you had been keeping about you and Jake loomed over you like a dark cloud. You had thought about telling him, but could never muster up the courage to say those words to him. The thought of his face twisting up in hurt made you physically ill. The thought of him leaving you over it was unbearable. So you decided you would just keep it bottled up, like a curse.

“Are you ready for tonight?” A beautiful voice asked as he sat down next to you on your patio.

You sighed. “I guess so. We haven’t been out in so long it feels a bit foreign. Are we old?”

Sam laughed. “No, we aren't old Birdie. I do get the sentiment though. However I have an inkling that once you get a few tequila sodas in you that social butterfly will bloom.”

You scoffed. “I’m embarrassing when I’m drunk.”

Sam makes a face at you. “You are not. You’re cute, and I cannot wait to see her tonight.” He says giving your cheek a light pinch.

You giggle and swat his hand away. “Yeah yeah. If you plan on showering you better go now. I have so much to do tonight.”

Sam sucks in breath. “Ooh sounds like I’m in for a treat. Not sure I can wait. Want to come jump in the shower with me?”

You playfully roll your eyes. “Go!”

Sam holds up his hands while chuckling as he heads back inside.

You two were going out with the rest of the gang. Which will be the first time you’ve all been out in a while. As well as the first time you’ve been out as a couple. That means you would be seeing Jake. Truthfully, you hadn’t seen or spoken to Jake much. A part of you mourned the friendship you once had. Sam had been staying with you for the majority of the time. You two often did things with Danny. You two had gone out to lunch with Josh, but had done nothing with Jake. You wondered if Sam or the other two had picked up on the shift. It was hard not to. Before you all were going out it was decided that you and Sam would come over for dinner then Uber to the bars after. You sat in the middle of your bedroom wrapped in a towel trying to figure out an appropriate outfit for both. You finally decided on a mini black dress with sheer puffy sleeves. It was a loose puffy dress and dipped down slightly low, but it wasn’t too much. You put it on and grabbed a pair of lacy heels to tie around your calf. After, you did a full face and took a while with your hair placing curls and fluffing. Then added jewelry and perfume before presenting yourself to Sam.

“Ready?” He said, still glancing down at his computer. He must have been working while you were getting ready.

“I think so.” You said back.

“Oh goddamn.” He said when he looked up. “Babe you look fucking incredible. Wow.”

You smiled at him and twisted your hair. “Thank you Sammy.”

He let out a breath. “You’re killing me. I’ve changed my mind. I’m taking you into that bedroom and we aren’t coming out.”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time.” You say batting your eyelashes.

Sam smiles at you and groans. “Fuck.”

You laugh. “We really should be going though Sammy. We’re going to be late.”

Sam nods his head. “You’re right, although being late is on time for us.”

**

When you got to their house they were still cooking. They had made chicken carbonara and some “vegetarian bullshit” which is how Danny put it, for you and Sam. It smelled good. Jake was in the kitchen breaking a sweat over the hot stove, he didn’t really acknowledge you. You weren’t surprised. Josh was working on making the dining room into a suitable eating environment, he was such a good host. Danny was hanging around talking with you and Sam until he was summoned into the kitchen.

“How much longer?” Sam asked, grabbing a beer.

“I dunno, maybe fifteen minutes?” Jake said, still not looking up.

Sam nodded and grabbed your hand, leading you down the stairs. “Wanna show you something.”

He led you right to his piano. “I’ve been working on this new little ballad.”

He took a seat and you propped up against the piano. He began to play and beautiful melodic chords grazed your ears. Sam was a fantastic musician, but something about him playing the piano made you feel feral. He was so focused, mouth agape, eyes fluttering, hands sliding back and forth like butter. He was a spectacle, and you were in a haze watching him. When he finished he looked up for your approval and was met with sultry eyes.

He smirked at you. “What? Did you like it?”

You smirked back at him. “I loved it Sammy.” Then you sit down next to him on the bench. “It was hot.”

He curls his lip up. “Yeah? I got something else too. Go ahead and sit up here for me baby.” He says, tapping his hand on top of the piano.

You look at him strangely for a second before doing as you were told. You had to do some wiggling to get yourself up there, but you made it.

“Sammy what does-“ You began, but then he started playing. Your eyes got a little wide and a giggle came out of you as the spot underneath you vibrated with force. He continued on and so did your giggles.

“Sammy! Oh my god.” You said with laughs. If the situation weren’t as ridiculous as it was you probably would have had a different reaction, because fuck it did feel good.

“Stay right there baby.” He said, continuing to play.

This was torture. It was like edging you for his actual touch. You took a deep breath and rode out the vibrations, still watching Sam. You were beginning to become flustered. Then, he stopped.

“Did you like that one?” He asked, smiling innocently.

Your face was starting to flush. “Yes.”

Sam bites his lip for a minute. “Can I tell you something?” He says getting up and putting his hands next to your waist.

“Please do.” You reply.

“So I’ve always had this… fantasy right?” He says with a wicked smile.

Excitement grows on your face. “Oh yeah? Do tell.”

“Well the thought of bending you over this piano has crossed my mind a few times. I think about it sometimes when I’m playing.”

You swallow hard at that. You were beyond into it.

“Won’t they hear?” You ask, but it comes out more as a whine.

Sam leans in close and nips at your neck. “Nah. They have records on, plus the kitchen noises. We should be just fine.”

You close your eyes and slightly arch your back. Sam continues to kiss down your neck and collarbone. Then gets down on his knees. He pulls your dress up and kisses your thighs. Each kiss searing into your soft skin. You take a few breaths to try and compose yourself, but it’s no use. He takes his hands and begins raking them down your thigh before he slips your panties off. A soft moan slips past your lips. He grabs your legs and pulls you towards him, then his tongue meets your center. Obscene sounds are coming from below your dress, but at the moment it’s like music to your ears. When Sam incorporates his fingers you know it’s only a matter of time before that dopamine high courses through your veins.

“Fuck fuck.” You whine out.

Sam takes his hand that was planting you in place and instead covers your mouth. Now your moans and sounds are muffled, which only further riles you up. Your legs begin to shake.

“That’s it baby.” Sam says.

Hearing that was all you needed. You moan out into Sam’s hand while arching back on the piano. Your hand hits the keys which make an abrupt sound. You don’t care. Sam comes up and sees you slightly panting, but you can tell he’s not done with you. He grabs your waist and carefully helps you down.

“Bend over for me doll.” He says undoing his belt and taking off his shirt.

You happily obliged. Sam runs his hand over your ass before giving it a light smack. Then he glides the tip around your entrance which elicits a shiver to run up your spine.

“Sammy quit teasing.” You whine.

Sam takes in a quit breath and then sinks into you letting out a groan. He starts slowly pumping in and out of you, but quickly picks up the pace. Sam reaches over and pulls your breasts out of your dress, giving your nipples a slight squeeze. You look over and see a mirror- what a sight it was. Sam’s face, the way his hands are running over your body. It was so pornographic and so fucking hot. As he starting bucking into you faster the piano began to make sounds as the keys were rattling. You and Sam didn’t care you were too busy chasing that high.

“Fuck baby can you give it to me again? I need you to try- I’m so close. Fuck you’re so good. You feel so good.” Sam praised.

That makes fire burn in your core again.

“Yes Sammy I can just for you. Keeping fucking me just like that. Oh fuck.” You say back.

Sam loves when you talk dirty, and you knew saying those words wasn’t playing fair, he would really have to restrain himself to keep going. But you knew he would get you there. He always did, typically more than once.

Sam said nothing in response, you knew he couldn’t keep talking without coming. Instead he just let out a moan and pinched his face up in total concentration. When you saw that in the mirror you were done for. Between the obscene sounds, the piano keys sounding off, Sam’s face, and the feeling-oh god the feeling. You were burning up inside.

“Sammy- I’m- Sammy” You moaned out as you fluttered around him.

Sam was right behind you. He let out a grunt as he released inside of you. Then you both stayed there catching your breath and attempting to come back down. Finally Sam departed, and you winced from the loss of contact.

“Stay right here baby.” Sam said softly.

You attempted to shove your breasts back into your dress while Sam came back with a wet cloth. He ran it up and down your legs and softly pulled your dress down while placing a kiss on your shoulder.

“Now, let’s go see if dinner is ready.” He said, taking your hand.

You let out a laugh. “You’re going to have to give me a minute to clean myself up.”

You hurried into the bathroom and fixed your hair, makeup, and dress. Then went back out to Sam. You were less of a mess, but still looked slightly disheveled. You took his hand and climbed the stairs then made way into the kitchen. It looked like they were wrapping everything up.

“Ah there you two are.” Josh said, giving you a side eye. “That was uh an interesting tune coming from the piano. What were you playing, Sam?” Josh continued with a smirk.

Sam sucked in his cheeks. “Nothing in particular. Just fooling around.”

Josh nodded his head. “Well that was evident.”

Your face started to turn red, but before any more conversation stimulated Danny cleared his throat.

“Okay well everyone to the table. Come on now.”

You started to follow the other three into the dining room but stopped when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around, there was Jake with a look of discontent on his face.

“Yeah?” You asked.

He reached down and tugged at your shoulder strap on your dress then grazed his fingers on your skin, fixing the material. That sensation caused you to shudder slightly.

“Your strap was all fucked up. Wonder why?” He stated, then walked past you.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes before going into the dining room. It was going to be a long night.

**

“Hey thanks man.” Sam said, climbing out of the Uber XL and taking your hand.

Somehow you all had ended up at the same bar you had been at that first night they were in town. Everyone was in a somewhat good mood. Even Jake seemed to have lightened up by 0.1% - which was a vast improvement. You walked in with Sam and giggled.

“What?” He asked with a sly smile.

You shook your head. “Nothing. It’s just the last time I was here I was in bike shorts and a tank top and now.” You say motioning to your outfit.

Sam smiles at you. “I thought you looked hot then, and tonight?” He chuckles. “Baby, I’m pretty sure I showed you how hot you look tonight. But genuinely, I believe you look beautiful all the time.”

You smiled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “My sweet Sammy.”

Suddenly, Josh had shimmied himself between you and Sam and put arms around the both of you. “As much as I love to see you two groping each other, can we drink now?”

You huff a laugh. “Lead the way to the bar Josh.”

Josh somehow got all of you to the bar and decided to order. “Can we get two salty dogs for me and the guy with the luscious curly hair down there, a bourbon on the rocks for the slightly less handsome version of me, and two tequila sodas for the lovebirds?” He says motioning to each of you.

The bartender gives Josh a strange look before nodding.

“You don’t always have to be so obnoxious.” Jake pokes.

Josh sighs. “You see dear Jake, I actually do. It was in my contract, just like yours says to be perpetually mopey.”

Jake snickers a laugh at that. You’re positive Josh is the only one who could say that to him and get away unscathed.

Your drinks arrived moments later and you all thanked your bartender while Josh got the first round.

“Alright, jukebox, pool, and darts anyone?” Josh suggested.

You all followed suit. The next hour consisted of pool games and a fair amount of drinks. You were buzzed, Sam was very touchy with you, Danny & Josh were intense with their pool game, and somehow Jake’s mood had lightened.

“Bullshit!” Danny yelled out.

“Yes! That’s it! That’s the money shot! I win!” Josh exclaims back.

“Gentleman! Let’s settle this in darts huh?” Sam suggested, while the others nodded.

“Birdie?” Sam questioned.

You shook your head. “No thanks. I need to pee, I’ll come watch in a bit.”

Then you head off for the bathroom, pee and freshen yourself up. You still looked good, you thought, just maybe a little undone. When you emerged from the bathroom you could see the dart game, but Jake wasn’t participating. He was sitting at a booth near them on his phone. You decided it would be weird to sit somewhere else, so you walked over and sat down at his table. He looked up at you and raised an eyebrow.

“What?” You shrugged.

He shook his head. “Nothing. Just didn’t expect you to sit here.”

“Hm. Last time I checked you didn’t own this booth, but maybe your name is etched under the table.” You quip, then pretend to check under the table top. “Shit. Nope I didn’t see it Jake.”

He cracks a smile at that. “Smart ass.”

You couldn’t help but smile back.

You both sat and watched them play, in the corner of your eye you saw an older woman head to the jukebox. You were curious as to what her music taste might be. Then you heard the opening to Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac. You laughed to yourself at the situation you found yourself in and the song.

Time cast a spell on you but you won’t forget me.

I know I could have loved you but you would not let me.

I’ll follow you down til’ the sound of my voice will haunt you.

You’ll never get away from the sound of a woman that loves you.

“Yeah, cheers to that.” Jake says, suddenly raising his glass towards you.

You look at him and laugh, roll your eyes, then clink glasses with him.

It was nice to know Jake’s sense of humor was still intact, and maybe, just maybe you two could get past all of this.

**

You woke up the next morning slightly hungover. You were in your apartment alone, as Sam had to go to the studio for a while today. You couldn’t help but feel giddy. Jake seemed to be softening, Sam continued to enthrall you, and you were starting to feel at ease with everything. You climbed out of bed and began to clean up. Margo was coming over with lunch in a bit, then Sam would be over later. He was so excited because he was going to show you how to make pickles with the cucumbers he had been growing. Secretly, you were just as excited about it too. You took a shower, did some skincare, and put on a record while you made coffee. After all of that the hangover finally started to go away. Then a knock on the door made you grin, Lana was bringing salmon and cream cheese bagels. That was just what you needed. You opened the door and gave her a smile.

“Hi.” You say.

She gives you a look. “Hi. Someone’s cheery this morning. Did you get fucked last night?”

You scoff and take the food bag from her as she walks in. “Can I not just be happy to see you?”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She pokes.

You two head into the living room and sit on the couch.

“So.” She starts. “How are you and Sam? You two seem to be living in a fairytale- you’re obsessed with each other.”

You smile at his name. “We’re great, but we are not obsessed with each other. Just the right amount.”

She laughs. “Yeah right. These bagels are so fucking good.”

You take a bite and savor as the flavors hit your tongue. Definitely what you needed.

Your phone makes a ding next to you and you pick it up. You had a text, from… Jake?

Found your panties under my bed. Shall I give them to Sammy boy?

Then accompanies that text with a photo of the black lace panties in hand.

A small smile appears. You know Jake was joking, it was nice to see him interacting with you like this again.

Bold of you to assume they’re mine.

You replied back.

You get a response within seconds.

Believe it or not, you’re the only one who has been in my bed. Plus there’s no way I could forget who these belong to. I’ll slide them under my brother’s door.

You know it feels wrong, but you giggle at that. It leaves a strange feeling in your chest.

Very funny. Just toss them.

You said.

“Oh is that Sam now?” Margo says through a laugh.

You look up in mild horror for a moment before you nod your head. “Yes.” You lie.

“See! I could tell by the way you giggled like a schoolgirl. You totally love him.” She continues.

Now you feel guilty. It’s not like you were flirting with Jake right? Just harmless banter. You shake your head at Margo and change the subject, you don’t want to revisit what you had just felt moments ago.

**

“Hi babe.” Sam says, setting down countless bags and pulling you into a deep hug.

“And that’s my cue to go!” Margo says, dramatically grabbing her things.

You laugh at her. “You sure you don’t want to make pickles with us?”

Margo snorts a little. “I’m good, but thank you for the generous offer. Call me tomorrow?”

You nod, then she pats Sam’s shoulder and bolts out the door.

“She is so strange.” Sam says through a laugh.

“She is. That’s why I love her.” You reply.

He smiles down at you and then leans in for a kiss. His hands run up and down your body, it feels like fireworks in your skin. His tongue slips in your mouth and you let out a soft moan, which causes Sam to grip your flesh harder.

Before things escalate you pull away and take a breath.

“We have pickles to make Mr. Kiszka.”

“Fuck the pickles. Take me to your bedroom.” Sam replies.

You laugh. “Later. I promise. I may or may not have gotten a new little outfit in the mail that you would like.”

Sam groans. “You’re killing me.”

You kiss his nose. “I’ll make it worth your wait.”

Sam chews on his lip. “I know you will, but right now I need you to back up about ten feet away until I can collect myself.”

“I think I can do that.” You say with a giggle, taking some bags into the kitchen.

You loved that Sam always wanted you. It made you feel so confident.

You and Sam set down the bags in the kitchen and begin to unpack them.

“Are these the cucumbers from the farmers market?” You ask, taking them out of the mesh bag.

“Yes ma’am they are. Organic.” He says, holding one up.

“You’re the best.” You say, giving him a smile.

“I know.” He replies chipperly. “So, are you ready to learn Birdie?”

“Oh I’m so ready. Teach me your ways Sammy.”

He pulls out a few mason jars, vinegar, garlic, dill, and red pepper flakes.

“Interesting.” You say, staring at the spread before you.

“Can you grab a cutting board for me?” He asks.

You nod and grab the biggest one you have as well as two knives. Then you two began cutting and washing the cucumbers.

“We are going to do spears and chips here. You cut the chips.”

You can’t help but giggle at how serious he was. “Yes, chef right on that for you.”

“Don’t cut your finger off.” He says with a smirk.

You two get all of the cucumbers cut up and Sam instructs you on the next steps.

“Okay now we are essentially just going to throw everything into the jars. So mix the vinegar with plenty of fresh dill, garlic, and a splash of red pepper flakes. They’ll be a little spicy but delicious.”

You two get everything mixed together and portioned.

“Okay actually this smells kind of good. I’m impressed.” You compliment.

“Now you get it.” He says with a smile. “But I actually wanted to add something to the chips batch that’s supposed to preserve the crunch but I can’t remember what it is.” He says furrowing his brows a little.

You start soaking the cucumbers in the vinegar mixture. “You don’t remember what it was?”

He shakes his head. “No, for the life of me I can’t. It was something simple too.”

“Just google it.” You suggest.

He shrugs. “Good call.” Then he begins patting down his pockets. “Shit. I left my phone in the car.”

You shake your head. “It’s okay go grab mine. It’s in the living room I think.”

“Okay.” He says, heading out of the kitchen.

Your hands are deep in this mixture, but you're almost done. You can’t wait to wash this off of you, and hope you don’t smell like it later when you show Sam your new lingerie.

A few minutes pass and Sam still hasn’t returned.

“Um, did you get lost? I'm putting the lids on!” You slightly yell, then begin to close the mason jars. You are sure he will make you reopen them for some reason.

No response.

You tightly secure the lids and then begin washing your hands and finally he appears with your phone in hand. He looks weird.

“Can I ask you something?” He asks with concern in his voice.

You look at him strangely. “What?”

“Why does Jake have your panties?” He says, turning your phone around to show you the photo.

Your blood runs cold and a wave of anxiety crashes through you.

Sam has a look on his face that you have never seen before. You’re so caught off guard you can’t even speak right now.

He shakes his head. “I wasn’t even snooping. I unlocked it and this immediately popped up.”

You take a breath in. “It’s not what you think.”

He frowns at you. “Did you cheat on me? With my brother?”

You begin to shake your head vigorously. “No Sam, I would never do that.”

He continues to stare at you. “So what? Did you fuck him?”

You look up at him and tears begin to pool in your eyes.

He huffs out. “Oh my god. You fucked him. You fucked Jake.”

“No Sam it was before you and I. I swear- we were drunk and it just it- I don’t know.” You frantically spit out.

The way he is looking at you makes you want to crawl out of your own skin. There’s no look of love or admiration. Just solemnity and hurt.

“And you didn’t tell me?” He asks, almost in a whisper.

“I didn’t know what to say… I don’t want to hide things from you, but it didn’t feel right to say those words to you.” You reply back, meekly.

Sam stares at the wall for a minute. “Am I some sort of second choice to you?”

“What? No, of course not.” You begin, but Sam cuts you off.

“I guess I’ve always known how you felt about him.” He says quietly.

“Sam please just-“

He holds his hand up at you. Sam sucks in a deep breath and pushes his hair back. “I need some time.”

Your face falls. “What does that mean?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know, but I need time.”

He grabs his keys and heads towards your door.

“Sam…” You say.

He stops in the doorway and his eyes linger on yours.

Then he’s gone.

And you’re standing in your kitchen by yourself with six jars of fucking pickles.

Once your body catches up with your mind, you grab your phone and immediately try to call Sam.

Straight to voicemail.

You sink down to the floor as tears begin to fall.

Fuck.

***

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[age-of-greta]

The Moon

The Moon represents illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself.

Author’s note: hi!! Welcome back to The Moon. Sorry it’s been a few weeks, life has been busy. As always I proofread, but typos happen. No posting schedule, but all parts will be posted Wednesdays at midnight EST. There are only a few more chapters left eeek! Thanks for reading along :) enjoy!!

Paring: Sam x reader & Jake x reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, sort of angst, adult content

Word count: 3.7k

PART 10:

“Hey, there is nothing to be nervous about babe.” Sam says, rubbing his hands on your shoulders.

It was the night of Danny’s big party. You were uneasy to say the least. You and Sam had decided to come out of hiding and announce that you were together. Not like making a grand announcement or anything, but allowing yourselves to hold hands and be as touchy as you liked. Danny and Margo were still the only ones who knew. You knew they would keep it a secret for as long as you wished. Tonight was a gamble. You would be staying the night at Sam’s house because everyone would be drinking. The party started ten minutes ago and you were still at your place, dragging out the inevitable. Sam noticed and tried to comfort you.

“I know. It’s just going to be… weird?” You say, unsure of how he might react to that.

“We don’t have to tell anyone if you’re not ready.” Sam says, lightly.

You shake your head. “No, I want to. It’s just- fuck it. Can you pour me a shot of tequila before we go?”

Sam laughs. “I can do that.”

After your shot you collected your things and got in Sam’s car. You had an overnight bag packed and ready. Currently you wore a strappy black bikini top with frayed jean shorts and sandals. Your hair had a nice beach wave and you wore natural makeup. You felt cute, but you were still ridiculously nervous. You had gone over a million scenarios in your head as to how this evening might play out. The shock that would grip the twins. How Jake would react. Of course it’s not like you didn’t want to tell Jake because you feared it would diminish your relationship. It was more because you were scared that what happened between the two of you might come out. You never wanted Sam to know that. In that moment it’s like Sam could sense your tenseness, because his hand found your knee and he lightly rubbed his thumb on you.

When you pulled up, you decided to take a deep breath and put on your big girl panties. The last thing you wanted was anyone to see that you were anxious and think Sam was holding you hostage or something. You giggled at that thought.

“You good?” Sam asked with a puzzled smile on his face.

“I’m great Sammy. Let’s do this.” You muster up and say, taking his hand.

There was a considerable amount of cars already outside. Knowing how these things go though, you knew more would show up. Sam left your bag in the car for now focusing only on holding your hand and getting you inside. It smelled like beer, hotdogs, and rum when the door opened. You heard Jimi Hendrix playing the Star Spangled Banner inside and you could already see that there were more people inside than you had thought there would be. Your eyes scanned the room, so far no familiar faces. You really didn’t recognize most of these people at all. They had more friends than you thought. Then your eyes landed on curly hair bouncing through the crowd heading straight towards you.

“Well look who finally showed- No fucking way!” Josh yelled through the house.

Then all eyes were on you and Sam.

“Birdie? Samuel?” Josh questioned with a huge smile on his face as he approached you two. “Is this why you haven’t been around much these days Birdie?”

You feel your cheeks turn pink and you start to answer but are cut off again by Josh.

“And you!” Josh says, pointing at Sam. “Is this where you’ve been running off to after sessions? Holy shit! I cracked the code!”

“Settle down Josh. You’re going to bust a blood vessel.” Sam says, nonchalantly.

“Settle down? This is a revelation unfolding before us!” Josh shouts. “Daniel, did you know?”

Danny just raises his eyebrows and his cup.

Josh scoffs. “Jake?”

Then you find yourself flicking your eyes over to Jake for the first time. His hair cascades down an off white linen shirt. Sunglasses dangling around his neck next to his silver necklace. His stance becomes abrasive. He looks pissed. There is a scowl on his face and he’s gripping his glass so hard you can see the white of his knuckles. He just shakes his head at Josh’s question.

“Well I’ll be damned! Congratulations you two. I think I already hear wedding bells in the distance!” Josh continues.

Sam laughs and shakes his head at his brother’s antics, giving your hand a squeeze. “I’m going to go grab us some drinks and say some hellos. Are you okay here?”

You shake your head. “Yeah I’m going to go annoy Danny.”

Sam kisses your cheek before he takes off through the house. Then you feel a hand grip around your wrist.

“Can I fucking talk to you?” Jake says, with annoyance in his tone.

You suck in your cheeks and nod your head. Jake never lets up on his grip as he leads you through the house. He takes you downstairs and inside of the recording space, shutting the door.

Then he turns around and glares at you. “What the fuck?”

“What?” You say back, crossing your arms.

Jake lets out a dry laugh. “Don’t fucking do that.”

You stay quiet.

“So what, you’re just with my brother now? Like you two are together or something? I mean you show up here with him holding hands and then he kisses your cheek. What are you in eighth grade?” Jake spits.

Now you’re irritated. “Oh Jake will you just fucking spare me?”

He scrunches up his face. “Spare you? You’re walking around publicly all cozied up to my little brother.”

“Oh would you prefer I do it in private?” You ask, condescendingly.

He scoffs. “Are you really going to act like nothing happened between us? Like nothing is here between us?”

You feel a hot bubble of anger rise. “Are you fucking kidding me Jake?” Then you laugh. “You must actually be joking.”

“I’m not, and I’d love to know what’s so fucking funny.” Jake says, crossing his arms.

“Oh fuck you!” You yell. “Jake I have been pining over you for half of my fucking life! Yet time and time again you gave me nothing except little shreds of hope. Leading me on, flirting. Then you pop back into my life like Freddy fucking Kreuger and what do you do? Continue to flirt with me, touch me, kiss me, oh and fuck me! Then say oop nevermind! I don’t want to be with you, I just want to fuck you.”

Jake is quiet for a moment. “Birdie… I- it’s not like that. I’ve felt things for you for years. I always thought you would be who I would settle down with. But it’s just… it’s not necessarily what I want right now. There’s just so much going on and traveling and-“

You cut him off with a laugh. “So you want me to be the person you end up with, but only when you’re ready right? So you can travel the world and fuck whoever you want. And I’ll stay here like a good little girl and wait for you to return in the hopes that one day I’ll be your fucking girlfriend?”

Jake sighs. “No, that's not what I meant. I do care about you.”

“Save it.” You say spitefully. “I’m not someone who is just here out of convenience anymore Jake.”

He then takes a deep breath and runs his fingers through his hair. “Fuck. Birdie will you just listen? I’m not just saying all of this shit to you. I’m not blind, I’ve always seen this thing between us.”

“But you’ve ignored it because you want to fuck other people?” You spit.

“No- I. Goddamnit okay fine. Here you go.” He pauses and paces around the room for a moment before continuing. “I care about you. I do. Hell I even think I might I lov-“

“Stop.” You say shaking your head and putting your hand up. “Stop. Do not say that to me. I’m not doing this with you. I am with Sam. I’m happy with Sam. I’m going to continue to be with Sam.”

Jake clenches his jaw. “I don’t want that.”

You feel the threat of tears brimming in your eyes, you need to get out of there. “Well this is what I’m choosing. So you’re going to just have to come to terms with it.”

“My brother? Really? Is this your way of getting back at me?” Jake says, absolutely dumbfounded.

“Fuck Jake not everything is about you!” You say, storming off.

You climb up the stairs as hot tears stream down your face. As soon as you emerge upstairs you beeline to the bathroom. You give yourself a few minutes to cry, before cleaning your face up. You know by now Sam is looking for you and you pray to god Jake doesn’t do anything stupid. Finally your face has returned to normal, so you clean yourself up and head back out to the party. You see Sam talking with Danny and his face lights up when he sees you.

“There you are. Here’s your drink.” Sam says, giving you a cup.

“Thank you.” You say with a smile. “Sorry Margo had called me.” You lie.

“No worries. Care to go for a swim?” Sam asked.

You nodded your head and took Sam’s hand as he led you outside.

Sam introduced you to a few people along the way, but no real conversation stimulated. Surprisingly, no one was in the pool. There were a few people outside, but no one was actually swimming. You stripped out of your shorts and Sam winked at you. You laughed and took his hand as he guided you in the pool.

“Fuck it’s cold.” You said as you submerged your legs.

“Aw Birdie, don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm.” Sam said, pulling you further in.

You giggled. “Sam!”

Then you’re almost all the way in. Sam grabs you by the waist and sits you on his lap as he squats in the shallow end. You wrap your legs around him and he keeps his hands on your waist.

“Told you I’ll keep you warm.” He says with a smile.

“Oh you’re too kind sir.” You jab.

“Sammy sweetheart right?” He jokes.

You laugh. “I never saw myself dating a comedian.”

You didn’t really even think about it before you said it.

A smirk spreads on Sam’s face. “Date huh?”

Your cheeks turn pink, but you don’t back down.

“Yeah.” You say, wrapping your hands behind his head.

“Now I like the sound of that.” Sam says, kissing your shoulder.

You bite your lip and your mind slips elsewhere when his lips touch your skin.

“Um, excuse me? PDA take it upstairs!”

You look up and see Danny grimacing in your direction.

You roll your eyes at your cousin.

He walks over and starts fumbling with the grill that’s next to the pool. “Josh! The grill is on. Tell Jake to get out here.”

You see Josh walking around with a cocktail, but nods his head to go retrieve his twin.

You decide to get off of Sam, but he halts you.

“Hold up baby. Let me adjust myself.” Sam says, almost in a whisper to you as he fixes the bulge in his shorts.

Right on cue Jake walks out and locks eyes with you still on top of Sam. He clenches his jaw and looks away. Well.

Jake heads to the grill and begins working on burgers and hotdogs for the party.

“Hey Jake, did you grab those veggie burgers I bought?” Sam asks.

Jake doesn’t look up from the grill or respond.

Sam makes a face. “Hello?” Then he cups his hands around his mouth. “Jake! Veggie burgers!”

Jake spins around. “No Sam I haven’t seen your fucking burgers.”

Sam sighs. “I’ll be back. I’m going to go grab our burgers and give them to captain pleasant while he has the grill on.”

You nod your head. The air is thick with tension when Sam leaves. But you nor Jake speak to each other. Jake lets out a snicker, but no words. You suck in your cheeks and let out a deep breath.

Well, this was awkward.

**

“Guys food is ready!” Josh yells.

You were sitting on a lounge chair with Sam, securing your spot for the fireworks.

“Hey I’ll go make our plates and get drinks. You stay here so no one steals our spot.” Sam says, rubbing your back.

You smile and nod your head, then Sam disappears. A few moments later Josh saunters by with Jake behind him.

“Birdie, you aren’t eating?” Josh asks with a puzzled expression on his face.

“No I am. Sam’s getting plates. I was instructed to save our spot.” You say, meekly.

Josh grins. “Aw Sam is making your plate. How cute. Danny and I are starting fireworks as soon as it’s dark. I’m excited to play with fire!”

Then Josh jets off. Jake pauses and looks at you. “So cute.” He says flatly, then follows his twin.

You take in a deep breath and close your eyes.

“All good?”

You open your eyes and Sam is back with plates in hand.

You give him a smile. “Yes, everything is great. Thank you for making my plate.”

He sits down next to you. “Of course babe.”

That made you feel warm inside. Sam kissed your cheek and you two ate while you waited for the show. It had just begun to turn into the beginning of dusk and you knew fireworks would follow shortly. You also knew Josh was itching to play with lighters. Sam laid back on the lounge chair with you in between his legs. You were laid back into him and his arms were wrapped around you. You felt comfortable, secure, and happy. You would stay wrapped in Sam’s arms forever if given the chance. Just then, you were jolted out of your thoughts when a flare of red shot up into the sky and sparkled.

“Woooooahhhhh.” Sam said, being a little cheeky.

You giggled. “Horrible for the environment, veterans, dogs, and generally all other creatures that don’t understand what’s going on. But yes, woah.”

Sam let out a laugh and rubbed your arm. “There’s my cynical girl.”

Then you caught a glimpse of Jake heading back towards the house.

“Jake!” Sam yelled.

No response.

“Hey Jake! Come watch with us!” Sam continued.

Jake threw his hand up and continued inside.

You could feel that Sam was furrowing his brows, even though he was behind you.

“The fuck is his problem?” Sam asks, with a hint of nastiness in his tone.

You swallow slightly hard and then shrug.

**

After the fireworks, a lot of people had cleared out. Only a few stragglers remained, and it seemed like they were just waiting on their rides. Josh was positively buzzed while simultaneously high on his firework display. You were currently sitting in the kitchen nursing a margarita with Sam by your side, listening to Josh ramble to the remaining guests. Jake and Danny were still cleaning up outside.

“Tired?” Sam asks, wrapping his arm around you.

You look up and nod.

“You better not be! The night is still young and we are playing poker!” Josh says, entirely too loud.

Sam groans and you sigh.

“No no none of that now! I’m going to grab the other two and I’ll meet you guys in the living room. Sam get the poker set from under the table.”

Then Josh pads off while the last of the guests exit. Sam takes your hand and leads you into the living room.

“One game.” He says, trying to reason with you.

You nod. “One game.”

Josh returns with the other two and they all plop down on the floor. Jake makes a point not to look at you, in fact he looks bored or annoyed.

“What kind of poker are we playing here?” Danny asks.

Josh lets a smirk creep up on his face. “Strip poker?”

Sam shakes his head. “I’m going to go ahead and veto that one.” Then he puts his hand on your leg.

Jake scoffs.

“You’re no fun Samuel. Texas hold ‘em it is then. Jake you’re dealing first.”

**

One game turned into about 6. Danny had won the most, he was a card shark.

“Okay okay I think we’re out.” Sam says, placing his cards down.

“Aw, how come?” Danny says with a laugh.

“We are ready to go to bed and I’m tired of getting my ass kicked.” Sam replies.

Josh whistles at that. “Uh oh! Try to keep the noise to a minimum please.”

Your face burns red at that. Jake crosses his arms.

“Didn’t need that visual, Josh.” Danny says lightly.

Sam takes your hand and leads you upstairs to his room. Already you feel as if a weight has been lifted off of you. It’s been so full of tension, but you persevered for Sam.

“Fuck.” Sam says with a chuckle sitting down on his bed.

You laughed and sat down next to him. “Tell me about it.”

Sam wrapped his arms around you. “Shall we have a shower?”

“Hmmmmm.” You contemplate. “I’m game but we have to be quiet, remember?”

Sam smirks at you. “Oh baby I’m going to have you screaming my name.”

You let out a laugh and lightly smack his chest. “Yeah right loverboy.”

“Okay, maybe just lightly moaning my name then?” He suggests, cheekily.

You get up and take your shorts off. “Maybe. If you work hard enough.”

Sam smiles at you and follows you into the bathroom, undressing himself as well. His mouth meets yours before the water is even turned on.

**

You awoke the next day wrapped in Sam’s arms. You smiled to yourself. You loved waking up this way. Sam was still peacefully sleeping, but woke up when you began to stir.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Sam said, in the raspiest voice you had ever heard. Then he planted a small kiss on your jaw. Your heart swelled at that.

“Morning Sammy.” You say softly.

“Did you sleep well?” He asks.

You nod your head. “I did. Did you?”

He grins. “Best sleep of my life.”

“You’re so cheesy.” You say, joking while getting up.

“I’m going to pee and brush my teeth. Do we have plans today?” You say stretching.

Sam eyes your body before responding. “Babe, we always have plans.”

You let out a laugh. “Thought so.”

When you came out Sam went in. He needed to shower, so you decided to get dressed. You threw on a black tank top with the same shorts and sandals from yesterday. Then you slapped some makeup on your face and decided to go find Danny. But, to your dismay when you came down the stairs all you saw was Jake sitting at the counter with a mug.

You chewed on your lip for a bit before finally deciding to say, “Morning.”

Jake glanced up at you. “Morning.” He replied flatly.

It was quiet for a few minutes and you were plotting ways to get out of this situation, but then Jake spoke again.

“Coffee?”

It was good he was talking to you, you guessed.

You shook your head. “No thanks. I think we’re about to go get breakfast.”

Jake looks at you blankly before letting out a snarky laugh. “Right.”

You were annoyed with his attitude. He had no right to be acting like this, and you were about to let him know.

“You know Jake you don’t have to be such a fuckin-“

“Ready babe?” Sam cuts in, entering the kitchen.

You take a small breath and smile. “Yes.”

Jake smirks at you and raises his mug.

Asshole.

You walk over to Sam and grab his arm while he leads you to his car. Your inkling was correct when you pulled up outside of a pancake house. Sam grabbed your hand and took you inside to your table.

“So.” You say, sitting down.

“So.” Sam replies back.

“Did you have fun last night?” You ask.

Sam smiles brightly. “Oh I had a lot of fun last night baby.”

You snicker at that. “No I didn’t mean that. I meant at the party.”

Sam shrugs. “Yeah I guess so. I wouldn’t say I’m the most patriotic guy out there, but the red, white, and blue shots were damn good.”

“I know what you mean.” You say through a chuckle.

“Jake seemed weird though.” Sam said, grabbing his coffee.

You felt your blood run cold a bit at that, you have no idea what to say so you just nod.

Sam looks at you. “I mean I’m not crazy right? He did seem like something crawled up his ass last night.”

“Yeah, I noticed too.” You say.

Sam nods his head. “Oh well. He’s probably just weirded out about us. But I’ve got to say, they all took the news pretty good. Josh was annoying, but that was to be expected.”

“Feels good just to get it out there. Not have to hide or keep some big secret.” You say.

Sam smiles at you. “Birdie, are you getting soft on me?”

“Never.” You reply back with a smirk.

**

After breakfast Sam took you home. You two spent the day cuddled up on your couch watching movies. Then Sam put on some records and you two cooked dinner and baked cookies. While the cookies were in the oven Sam slow danced with you in your kitchen to John Denver. It was a perfect day. One of your favorite days. That night you couldn’t sleep though.

You glanced over at Sam. He was sleeping so peacefully. He was so beautiful, inside and out. You wished you could engrave this view into your brain forever.

You weren’t sure why you felt this impending doom sensation in your chest. You were prone to self sabotage, but you didn’t want Sam to go anywhere- ever. He made you happy, deeply happy. But there was that part of you that still deep down felt something for Jake. You weren’t sure what that something was, and it wasn’t close to being on the same caliber as to what you felt for Sam, but it was there. You let out a small sigh and stared at the ceiling until you had fallen asleep.

The sensation of impending doom had faded.

Eventually you would find out why it was there.

But that’s a story for another day.

***

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[age-of-greta]

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[age-of-greta]

The Moon

The Moon represents illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself.

Author’s note: hi!! welcome back to The Moon! No posting schedule, but all parts will be posted on Wednesdays at midnight EST. This chapter is… whew! Just enjoy!!

Parings: Sam x reader & Jake x reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, sexual content, smut, minors DNI

Word count: 3.6k

PART 9:

Things were weird.

Not necessarily in a bad way, just strange.

It had been about two weeks since the camping trip and you and Sam had naturally escalated your relationship- if you could call it that. You two were together anytime that the both of you were free. In fact Margo had become incredibly suspicious that something was going on with a guy, but you denied. Sam stayed over at your place a few times, but you didn’t stay at his. You two had kissed, a lot, and he even stayed in the same bed as you. But that was all that had occurred. You were increasingly cautious for obvious reasons, but Sam never pushed you or made you feel uncomfortable. He was content to kiss you and hold you while you binged whatever shows or movies. It never felt awkward or forced, but it was still something that you couldn’t articulate.

You were expecting Sam at any moment now. He told you he would be right over as soon as their session ended. You had fixed yourself up, eager to see him. When you heard that knock on your door you felt a bit giddy inside.

“Hey pretty lady, can I come in?” Sam says, greeting you with a smile.

You smile back. “Of course you can.”

“So I was thinking.” Sam states, following you into your living room.

You snicker. “Uh-oh. That’s a dangerous thing.”

He huffs out a laugh. “I would like to take you on a proper date. I think it’s about time, don’t you?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that idea.”

“Great- go get ready?”

Your face twists up in mild shock. “Now?”

Sam chuckles. “Yes, now. I’ll sit here and wait as long as you need.”

“What’s the attire?” You ask.

“Something comfortable. I promise I’ll take you somewhere fancy in the morning, but tonight just wear something you’re comfortable in.”

**

You ended up going with light wash jeans with ripped knees, a white tank crop top, a pair of nude platform sandals, and a lot of gold jewelry. You put a few curls in your hair, added a fair amount of makeup, and spritzed yourself down in perfume. It had taken about 40 minutes, but Sam waited patiently the whole time.

“Okay, I think I’m ready.” You say, stepping out of your room.

Sam stood up and put his hands in his pockets. “You look beautiful, as always.”

You approached him with a smile. “Thank you.”

Sam tilts your chin up and gives you a sweet kiss. “Ready?”

“Let’s go Sammy.”

**

You couldn’t contain your elation when Sam pulled up outside of Dave & Busters.

“Sam! Oh my god. This already is going to be the best date I’ve ever been on.” You say with a laugh.

“I’m actually really glad you said that. I was a little nervous that maybe you might think it was cheesy or something.” Sam says.

You shake your head. “Not at all. It’s perfect.”

Then you two head inside and grab a table. You got a round of beers, mozzarella sticks, and two salads.

“These are the best mozzarella sticks I think I’ve ever had.” Sam says, breaking one apart to reveal the cheese pull.

You laughed. “I’m glad you enjoy them. They are good. But they’re definitely the frozen ones that they’ve stuck in a fryer.”

“The art of American food.” Sam says with a smirk.

“What a fine art it is. I hope you’re ready to get destroyed in skee ball by the way.” You say, stabbing your lettuce.

Sam’s face lights up at that. “Oh you’re on babe.”

That was the first time Sam had really used that word or any of it's kind with you. That made your stomach feel excited.

Once you two had finished up, you made your way to the game room. Sam got a card with a considerable amount of money on it. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“What? I don’t play around here Birdie.” He said with a smile. “Now take me to the skee ball games.”

**

“You fucker!” You yell with a laugh.

Sam smiles with pride. “I’ll take my crown now.”

You two had just finished an intense session of skee ball and Sam had won on a last lucky shot in the 1000 hole.

“You know what, I submit. Good game.” You say extending your hand out.

“Aw what a good sport. C’mere.” Sam says, pulling you into a hug. “Anything else you want me to beat your ass in?”

You break the hug. “Okay Mr. Cocky! Consider the good sport gone. This is war now.”

Sam belts out laughter at that. “No no. I wave the white flag. Let’s work together so we can get some tootsie rolls in the prize shop.”

You bat your eyelashes. “Oh wow Sammy. Tootsie rolls just for me?”

Sam smirks. “You bet baby. If you keep on batting your eyes like that I’ll buy you the whole damn company.”

You shake your head and laugh. “Come on, let’s find the games with the most tickets.”

**

You were giddy. You felt butterflies and you also had a few tequila sodas. You were leaving with a bag full of goodies and your hand in Sam’s hand. Truthfully this had been such a fun “first” date. It was pure fun and most importantly you got to be yourself. You got to laugh with Sam, joke with Sam, and look at Sam. Everyday you felt yourself growing closer and closer to him. But after today you felt your heart swell in a way you had never before.

“Let me get the door for you my lady.” Sam says, opening his car door for you.

“Why thank you good sir.” You say, climbing in.

Sam took the bag of prizes and put it in the backseat, then climbed in the driver’s side.

“Ready?” He asked as he cranked the car.

You smile at him blissfully. “Thank you for taking me. I had the best time.”

Sam grins ear to ear at that. “Thank you for coming with me.” He tucks a small piece of hair behind your ear. “Birdie, you’re so beautiful. I mean that in every way.”

You start to feel a bit bashful and bite your lip. “I think you are too Sammy.”

“Can I kiss you?” Sam asks, softly.

You nod.

Then his warm lips are on you. Your hand moves over to his chest while he grips your face and your hip. Fuck.

You felt a little bold so you parted your lips and slightly slipped your tongue in his mouth. You were greeted with his own and felt a squeeze on your hip. Things were getting very heated, but you realized you were still in a parking lot. You slowly pulled away.

“Take me home?”

Sam cleared his throat a little and nodded fastly.

The whole entire way back to your cottage Sam had a grip on your upper thigh. Periodically lightly squeezing and rubbing you. That was all the edging you could take. You knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as you both got inside and that lit fireworks inside of you. The anticipation sat like a lump in your throat.

When he finally pulled in it felt like it had been a million years. You both got out and Sam laced his fingers with yours. You fumbled with your keys and unlocked your door. Why did you feel nervous? It was Sam. Then it dawned on you. It was Sam. You never thought you would cross any threshold with him, but now you wanted to- badly.

As soon as you got inside you wrapped your arms around his neck and the kissing ensued. It was way more aggressive than the normal soft kisses. Sam’s hands were planted firmly on your hips, but when you lightly bit his lip he groaned a little and shifted his hands towards your ass. That ignited a fire in you and you wanted more. You shuffled towards your room and shut the door, then your lips were on his again. You kicked off your shoes and started to slip off his shirt. Once his shirt was off he looked down at you, trying to read you.

“Are you sure you want to-“ he starts.

You look up at him and bite your lip. “I want you to fuck me.”

Sam’s mouth falls agape slightly at that. He’s absolutely flabbergasted at either what you just said or how you just said it. You see him take a sharp inhale before he says. “Yes ma’am.”

Then his hands are all over you. Before you know it you were both stripped down to your undergarments. Sam’s lips traveled down to your neck as you laid down on your bed. You let out slightly moans when his teeth would graze your collarbone. Sam continued his descent. While his hands rubbed around your waist. He licked a hot stripe down your stomach which caused you to shudder. Then he spent at least five minutes teasing you. He rubbed your upper thighs, kissed them, quickly ran his thumb over your clothed center. You were squirming each time, but tried to keep your composure.

“You’re so beautiful.” Sam said in between kisses as he slid your panties down.

You arched your back slightly as your breath hitched.

Sam takes his fingers and lightly begins rubbing them over your clit while still kissing your thighs.

Soft moans slip past your lips and they frequent more often when Sam’s lips meet your center. His fingers dip into you while his mouth is focused on your sweet spot.

“Fuck.” You say softly before a deep inhale.

Sam hums at you which brings a different sensation. After a few minutes of bliss you feel yourself beginning to shake and Sam can too.

“Sam- I’m gonna- fuck.” You squeaked out.

“I know baby I’ve got you. You’re doing so good. Such a good girl.” Sam coos.

That was all you needed before that wave of pleasure washed over you. It was euphoric as you screwed your eyes shut and rode out your orgasm.

When you came back to your senses Sam was still right there. Kissing you through everything. He came up and lightly kissed your lips a few times. It was so tenderly sweet. Which is something that was unexpected at first. The passion. Sam is itching for release of his own, but he’s still going as slowly as he was before. You grab Sam’s bare back and lightly scratch at it, giving him the okay that he can fuck you now.

“Do I need a condom?” He asks, lightly.

You shake your head. “Birth control.”

He kisses you again then slips into you and groans out- as do you. He gets a nice rhythm going, but you want him to have more. He had just given you one of the best orgasms of your life and it was time to put in the same effort. In a swift motion you switched him off of you and climbed onto him. You sank down on him and used your hand to brace yourself on his chest.

“Goddamn.” Sam said with a moan.

One of his hands was guiding your back while the other slipped up around your stomach and breasts. He was mesmerized watching you lightly rock yourself on him. His eyes never left you, it was intense. But god it was so hot. You had never felt sexier than in this moment. You began to build momentum and your movements became faster. Sam was coming undone and his hips were bucking back into you. His hands were now both wrapped about your hips keeping you locked into place. Moans were coming out of your mouth and Sam’s.

“I’m not going to last much longer, baby. Fuck you feel so fucking good.” Sam said, an octave higher than normal.

That caused you to squeeze around him and moan. “Sammy- right there- don’t stop.”

Calling him that in this situation lit a fire that you could see. He was holding back the floodgates at this point, but he was determined to make you come again.

“Right there baby? How’s that feel?” He cooed.

You were there.

“Yes fuck Sammy. Sammy-“ You moaned as your body locked up. He was right behind you. His mouth fell open as moans fell out. You tightened around him and felt his release. He squeezed your hips tightly and your head fell back. Sweat, expletives, and sex filled the air.

When you gained consciousness again, you slipped down onto him. You hadn’t realized it, but his legs were shaking. Sam pulled you into his side and stroked your hair while you both tried to breathe regularly again.

“Shower?” You finally said looking up at Sam.

He smiled warmly at you and kissed your head before nodding.

Then he fucked you again in the shower.

**

You awoke the next morning barely clothed, wrapped in Sam’s arms. You were so giddy reminiscing on the night before, you felt like you could vomit rainbows. Sam was still sleeping, so you quietly slipped out of bed. You went to your bathroom and took in your appearance. You had purplish love bites over your collarbones and a few on your breasts. You traced them and it felt electric. You couldn’t help but smile. You were smitten. You freshened up and slapped on some light makeup and touched up your hair. Then made way to your kitchen to make you and Sam coffee. Shortly after you felt arms wrap around from behind you and a kiss placed on your neck. You melted into his touch.

“Good morning.” He purred into your ear.

“Good morning Sammy.” You responded cheerfully.

You turned around and planted a kiss on his lips, he tasted like mint toothpaste. He had freshened up for you too.

“Can I take you to breakfast?” He asked.

“Hmm I was just making us coffee. But I suppose that would be alright.”

Sam smirked at you. “Finish making your coffee love. I’ll wait.”

He looked so damn good in the mornings. It gave you an idea that waking up like this everyday wouldn’t be so bad.

**

Sam led you down the streets of Nashville with your fingers intertwined with his. He made good on his promise and brought you somewhere fancy. It was a cute brunch spot. You wore a blue and white floral dress with puffy sleeves and white heels. Sam told you how pretty you looked at least a dozen times. You two sat outside and soaked up sunshine while smiling at one another.

“Can I be candid with you Birdie?” Sam asks.

You nod your head. “Of course.”

He smacks his lips together. “I really like you. I mean really like you. I would like to explore this further, if that’s okay with you.”

You smile at him. “I like you too. What does exploring further look like to you?”

He pauses for a moment. “I want to date you, exclusively you.”

“Okay, yes exclusively.” You say back softly with a smile.

He grins ear to ear and then the waiter comes up and takes your orders. You felt content just staring at Sam all day. Being near him felt like being near sunshine- he made you warm and happy. When you were with him it was impossible to think of anyone else. Truthfully he had snuck up on you. But you were so glad that he did.

After brunch Sam took you to an early movie before dropping you off back at your apartment. He had a recording session this afternoon and you wanted to clean your apartment. Before you parted ways he walked you up to your doorstep and kissed you, then made plans to see you later.

You walked inside and smiled, standing with your back planted at your door.

“Um, what the actual fuck?”

You jumped out of your skin when you saw Margo sitting slack jawed on your couch.

“Oh fuck! Margo! You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack!” You exclaimed.

She jumped up. “I broke in with my spare key because I wanted to surprise you with smoothies, but then you weren’t here. I started to leave but then I heard voices outside and then I saw it with my own eyes. Sam? Sam?”

You bite down on your cheek. You hadn’t told anyone about you and Sam yet. “Yeah, well it’s new.”

“Sam? I swear to God I thought it was going to be you and Jake. I knew you were sneaking around with someone and I thought it was Jake. But Sam? What?”

You flinch at his name. He hadn’t been in your mind in a while. “I know it might seem strange. But Sam and I have been spending a lot of time together this summer. I really like him Margo.”

She looks at you for a minute. “I can see that and I’m happy for you. But why didn’t you tell me?”

You huff. “Honestly, it snuck up on me. I didn’t anticipate it- it just happened.”

Margo laughed. “Well good for you. Based on how you’re acting, he fucked your brains out didn’t he?”

You gasp and laugh at the same time. “Shut up.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Okay enough! Can we have our smoothies and you catch me up on you while I clean?” You ask.

“Smooth at changing the subject. But yes I’ll accept because I'm a narcissist.” She jokes.

That was one person down who knows about you and Sam, only the whole world to go.

**

“Coming!” You yelled, throwing down your oven mitts. You fluffed your hair before approaching the door.

It had been a few days since your “exclusively” conversation and you two had been inseparable. He had stayed with you almost every night and he would leave in the mornings so you could work. Then usually return around dinner time.

Currently, you were cooking dinner for you and Sam. Tofu vegetable stir-fry. You had insisted on this because Sam has given you grief about the taste of tofu. You were excited to prove him wrong, but more excited just to see him. You beamed a smile when you opened the door, but it wasn’t Sam.

“Hey stranger.” Danny said, stepping inside.

You made a face, but fixed it fast. “Hi Danny, come on in.” You say sarcastically.

He chuckled. “Thank you. You don’t look too excited to see me, cousin.”

You shake your head. “It’s always a pleasure to be in your company. I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Oh come on. How many times have I just showed up unannounced?”

You shrug. “Fair.”

“I came with a purpose today however. I wanted to come by and invite you to the Fourth of July party this Saturday. It’s at our house collectively, but it’s really Josh and I throwing it. When I say Josh, I mean he’s in control of the fireworks and alcohol.”

You scoff a laugh. “Fireworks and alcohol. Fantastic, I'll be there.”

Danny walks past your kitchen and stops. “Smells good. You’re cooking?”

You hum in response.

“Birdie, are you expecting someone?” He asks, suspiciously.

You felt tongue tied and began to feel a little frantic. Sam would be here at any moment.

“Yeah- I uh-“ You started.

Danny lets out a loud laugh. “Hey I’m just fucking with you. I know Sam is probably on his way.”

You furrow your brows and cross your arms. “He told you?”

Danny shakes his head. “No, but it wasn’t hard to put together. Sam has been very absent lately, so have you. I knew you two had become close, but when I saw the way you guys interacted on the camping trip I got suspicious.” He laughs a little. “Then you’ve got Sam showing up to sessions giddy as hell, leaving sessions and not coming home, and I’m the only one who notices.”

You decided to stay quiet and plead the fifth.

“Y’know it’s funny.” Danny states smirking at himself.

“What?” You question.

“Well growing up Sam always had the biggest crush on you. I mean the biggest crush on you. But he never said anything because we always thought you would end up with Jake. It’s just funny how things turn out.”

That made your heart flutter. Sam had been crushing on you your whole childhood, but you never noticed.

Your attention diverts to your door when you hear a knock. Shit, he’s here.

You open the door and there he stands as pretty as ever, but with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. He leans in to kiss you as you melt into him. But as soon as that moment flees, you’re hyper aware that Danny is there.

“Hi babe. It smells fantastic in here. These are for you.” He says with a cheery smile extending the flowers to you as he walks inside.

“Um- Sam.” You say, but then he walks in more and freezes when he sees Danny.

Danny is standing there with the biggest smirk on his face. “Nice flowers Sam!”

Sam turns to look at you and you just shrug awkwardly.

“Well, shit. This isn’t how I wanted you guys to find out.” Sam says, breaking the silence.

Danny laughs. “No no. It’s just me. Listen, can we just skip all of the weirdness? I miss hanging out with you guys. I guess I’ll just have to third wheel it now.”

“Sounds good to me. Come make your plate.” You say heading to your kitchen to put your flowers in a vase.

Danny and Sam say a few words to each other and laugh, but you can’t hear it. Then they’re in the kitchen with you.

“Oh god. Fucking tofu Birdie?” Danny exclaims.

Sam chuckles. “Right?”

That now made two people that knew about you and Sam.

**

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[age-of-greta]

The Moon

Author’s note: hi!! Welcome back friends. As always I proofread, but typos happen. No posting schedule, but all parts will be posted on Wednesdays at midnight EST. Enjoy this chapter :)

Pairings: Sam x reader & Jake x reader

Warnings: angst, language, cursing, adult content

Word count: 4.4k

PART 8:

During the next week or so you and Sam had spent a lot of time together. Sometimes he would come over with Danny, sometimes just alone. In fact you had two additional sleepovers since. You would get high and fall asleep watching movies. It was nice and you found that your feelings towards him hadn’t faulted. You chose not to respond to Jake. You had been avoiding him. The only time you went over to their house was when you knew Jake wasn’t there. Like today, you pulled up outside and smiled when Jake’s car wasn’t outside. You knew he was supposed to be at the studio working on his parts, so you timed your visits carefully.

“Birdie!” Josh announced as he opened the front door for you.

“Hi Josh.” You said, giving him a hug.

“We have much to discuss.” Josh says, as soon as the hug ends.

You pinch your brows up and let out a laugh. “Do we?”

“Damn, can you let her come inside first?” Sam says, appearing behind Josh.

You give Sam a look as he takes you into the living room.

“Hello dearest cousin. Have they already informed you?” Danny asks.

“What is going on here?” You ask, still confused.

“Camping trip. This weekend.” Josh says casually, popping onto the couch.

Sam sighs. “What we are trying to say is, would you like to go camping with us this weekend? It was sort of a last minute decision. Danny bought a ten person tent and then ran with it. So now we are going camping this weekend.”

“It was on sale!” Danny chimes in.

You giggle. “Who all is going?”

“Just us four and hopefully you.” Danny replies.

Us four. Which means Jake too. Fuck.

“So, what do you say? Sam asks, beaming with excitement.

In the moment you couldn’t possibly think of an excuse to say no. There was a part of you that didn’t even want to say no. But how would you feel being around Jake for a whole weekend?

You nod your head. “Yeah, sounds like fun.”

“Good, because I bought five sleeping bags.” Danny adds.

You laugh, but your breath catches when you hear the door open.

“How was your session? You’re early.” Josh says.

“Shit. The power went out.” A familiar voice rings.

“That’s unfortunate. But Birdie is going camping with us. So make sure when you go to the store you get enough for five.” Danny says, nonchalantly.

“Cool.” Jake says as unbothered as possible.

You glance back at him and regret it. He’s staring at you. You can’t place what the look on his face means. Is he angry you’re going? You couldn’t give less of a shit. Is he upset? Good. He should be.

Jake grabs his guitar and heads downstairs to the studio. You’re glad and wonder if anyone else picked up on the tension. If they did, they didn’t show it.

**

You picked at your nails as you waited for Sam to come and get you. You had packed everything you could have needed and more. Fortunately, this campsite has a rest area where you can shower, brush your teeth, and use the bathroom. Your confidence has wavered about being around Jake. But you were certain you wanted to be around everyone else, especially Sam. Your stomach was twisted in knots, but they quickly dissolved when you saw Sam at your door. You engulfed him in a hug.

“Well I’m happy to see you too. Are you ready?” Sam asks, squeezing you back.

You nod and he grabs your bags. You both situate in his Tesla and put your seatbelts on.

“It’s not a far drive, but there are snacks in the back if you want anything.” Sam offers.

You laugh. “You’re really working for that five star rating huh?”

Sam smiles a toothy smile at you. “Yes ma’am.”

You fumble around with the music until Pink Floyd comes on shuffle. Sam quietly sings along to the lyrics and you couldn’t help but steal glances at him. His hair was tied up in a bun, sunglasses on his face, his skin glowing in the sunlight. Why had you never noticed Sam like this before? Perhaps it’s because you were always so hung up on Jake. But now, you were certainly paying attention.

You pulled up to the campsite and saw the other three already there putting up the tent. You parked right off the road and hiked down to your spot. It was right by the river. Surprisingly it was insanely peaceful despite the awkwardness that would come. You and Sam climbed out of the car. You grabbed your backpack, but Sam got the rest. You paused to take in the view. The smell of pine filled your nostrils and the sunlight shined on the lake. Then you feel Sam drape his arm around you.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” You say, a little coyly.

Sam turns and looks at you. “It is beautiful.” He says, leaving a double meaning there.

You smile up at him. Then you two are heading down to meet with the others. You weren’t as on edge as earlier, even as you trotted down to face Jake.

“Goddamnit this shit is caught again.” Josh says, huffing out.

“Josh I swear to god I’m going to strangle you if you touch this part again.” Jake snaps back.

Sam chuckles. “I’m glad to see how well the tent construction is going boys, and as always the pleasantries.”

Everyone turns to look at you two, mostly smiling greetings. Jake bit his lip and went straight back to untangling the tent.

“It’s almost done. This is the last part.” Danny assures.

“Care to make a fire pit with me?” Sam asks you.

“Absolutely.” You answer.

Then you and Sam are collecting stones and sticks to build a mediocre fire pit at best. It wouldn’t really provide heat, but it would definitely roast some marshmallows.

“There! Perfect!” Sam announces, proud of your accomplishments.

You laugh at the somewhat sad looking pit.

“Birdie, where do you want your sleeping bag?” Danny asks.

By now the tent was done and everyone else was inside setting up. You think for a minute.

“Just put me with you and Sam.” You say back.

Danny nods. You wonder if he or Josh or even Sam notice the shift between you and Jake. You assumed they had, but didn’t know what they thought.

Once everyone had gotten unpacked it was decided that the first night would be spent lightly drinking and chilling. Tomorrow would be an eventful day. The itinerary was a hike up to a swimming hole, then s’mores later back at camp. You all gathered around the small fire while Danny distributed supplies around for roasted hotdogs, he even got veggie dogs for you and Sam. Jake was across from you which was the furthest away he could be. Sam was at your side.

“Should we tell ghost stories?” Josh asked, taking a swig of his beer.

You laughed at that. “Have a few more beers and then yes Josh. I want to hear your ghost stories.”

Everyone snickered at that, even Jake to your surprise.

“Ha ha very funny Birdie.” Josh said, sarcastically. “I’m sorry I’m just trying to make this an authentic camping trip.”

“Hey if you want an authentic camping trip, come with me and collect some wood. We need more before we start trying to roast all of this.” Danny says, getting up.

Josh groans, but gets up to follow.

“Hell no. I worked too hard on this fire for them to get wood that’s just going to put it out. They need supervision, I’ll be right back.” Sam says, patting your knee.

Before you can offer to join he’s up and off. Leaving just you and Jake sitting there in silence. It’s uncomfortable, awkward, and full of tension.

Jake breaks the silence by clearing his throat. “Can we talk?”

You press your lips into a line. “There’s nothing to talk about Jake.”

“Birdie, don’t be like that.” He pleads.

“Me? You’re telling me not to be like that?” You spit.

Jake takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I don’t want tension with you. I don’t want you to be upset with me.”

You scoff. “I would say it’s a little late for that. Don’t you think?”

Jake pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m trying to think of a way to formulate this. Fuck- Birdie it’s still me. It’s still me and you. I shouldn’t have slept with you. Not to say I didn’t want to- of course I did. It’s just I’m not ready for a commitment right now. But it’s still us, it’s still me and you.”

Your head is spinning at that. You feel rage, sadness, and anger filled your veins. You take a deep breath and open your mouth to speak. But before words come out wood plops down in front of you.

“Sammy the lumberjack, but not on mushrooms this time.” Sam says, smiling down at you.

You let out a small laugh. Even though you feel like a deflated balloon. Then everyone else returns and the night resumes. You catch Jake stealing glances at you, trying to gauge your response. You wouldn’t dare give him the satisfaction of any reaction. Instead you put on your big girl panties and acted like all was well. Josh did tell drunken ghost stories and they made you laugh, genuinely. But it had gotten late and you were tired and a little cold.

“Hey guys I think I’m going to turn in. I’m exhausted.” You say getting up.

“Yeah me too.” Sam says.

“I’ll be there in a bit.” Danny adds.

“Goodnight you two.” Josh coos.

“Yeah night.” Jake says, softly.

You and Sam slip into the tent and find your sleeping bags, they’re right next to one another. You flip on the lantern and snuggle down in your bags. Laughing and joking about Josh’s antics.

“What are the chances he’s too hungover tomorrow to hike?” You ask.

Sam lets out a breathy laugh. “Honestly slim. He has an iron stomach.”

Then you hear the tent flap open. You can see who it is.

“Jake, tell Birdie about Josh’s iron stomach.” Sam says to his brother.

“Oh yeah. He’s a machine.” Jake says, nonchalantly.

“Are you guys talking about me?” Josh says, then hiccups, also entering the tent.

“Us? Never.” You say slyly.

“Okay everyone in their sleeping bags! We have a hell of a day tomorrow.” Danny announces.

A few laughs are had. “Well okay mom.” Josh says.

Then everyone hunkered down and fell asleep. It took you a while, just staring off. You didn’t hear Jake’s soft snoring yet, you wondered if he was having trouble sleeping too. However, for you, eventually sleep won.

**

The next morning you opened your eyes to typical arguments. It was bright already and you were nowhere near well rested enough to feel peppy about the day, but you were also too awake to go back to sleep. You rolled over and scanned the tent. It seemed that Sam and Danny were still asleep, but the twins were up. You would have stayed in your cocoon until one of them woke up, but your bladder was in pain. You needed to pee, badly. You unzipped yourself out of your sleeping bag and krept out of the tent, grabbing your backpack. Jake and Josh were sitting around the small fire drinking coffee.

“Good morning Birdie.” Josh said, cheerfully.

“Morning Josh. Any idea where the rest station is?” You ask.

“Mhm.” Josh says, halfway through a sip of coffee. “It’s just through those trees. Jake, can you walk her over? I’m going to start on breakfast for all of us.”

Jake stayed quiet for a moment, but eventually got up. “It’s over here.”

You sucked in your cheeks and followed Jake through the trees. It was silent besides the occasional crunch of leaves and sticks.

“It’s right up there.” Jake says, stopping and waiting to see if you’ll say anything else.

You nod. “Thanks.” You say as you pass by him.

“You’re welcome.” He says back, lightly.

Once inside you pee, brush your teeth, and wash your face before changing in your bathing suit. You went with a sage green ruched bikini that complimented your tan. You threw on black bike shorts and a white tank over it since you would be taking a small hike. On your way out you ran into Danny, also heading back to your campsite.

“Sleep okay?” He asked.

You shrugged. “Sort of? It didn’t feel like a five star resort, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”

“Well, good, I think. I’m glad you came. I assume work has been a little hectic as of late. You haven’t been around often.”

You could tell he was prying, but Danny would never force you to talk about anything you didn’t want to.

“It has.” You lie. “But hopefully that’s behind me.”

Danny looks at you for a minute. “Yeah, I hope so too.”

When you arrived back at camp everyone was up and at it. Except you didn’t see Sam. You laughed and assumed he was still asleep in the tent, but when you checked he wasn’t there either.

“Where’s Sam?” You asked the group.

“Bathrooms still I guess.” Danny answered.

“Y’know you and Sam have become quite the pair.” Josh states nonchalantly.

You wonder if there is any sort of suspicion behind those words.

You just nod. “He’s a good friend.”

Jake is eyeing you a little, but you don’t meet his gaze.

Everyone focuses on packing for the impending trip. Sam returns shortly after and greets you with a pleasant smile.

“Good morning Birdie. Ready for today?”

You smile back. “Good morning Sam. I am ready today. Are you?”

“You better believe it. I plan on pulling these shorts up and getting these thighs tan.”

You laugh at that. “That will be a sight to see.”

“Hey everyone!” Josh shouts while clapping. “We are leaving out here in ten minutes!”

“Sir yes sir!” Sam yells and salutes.

You salute too.

Josh gives you both a smirk. “I don’t like it when they team up on me.”

Then you all finish packing and are off. The hike wasn’t difficult. It was relatively flat ground and clear paths. Josh kept on pointing out various plants and foliage to pay attention to. At some point Sam made a joke about boy scout camp and that caused a giggle. To which Jake spun around and looked at you. He tried to play it off, but he seemed a little weird. More than normal anyway. Finally, you got to the swimming hole. The water was beautiful and surprisingly clear. There was no one else there yet, which gave you all the time to pick out the perfect spot. You chose somewhere almost hidden on the beach by a large tree. You sat all of your things down and you were ready to get in. You were hot and sweaty, but so was everyone else. You kicked off your shoes, threw off your shorts and tank, then clipped your hair up. Everyone else was also undressing. Josh ran in first in the smallest pair of underwear you had ever seen. Then Danny was behind him. Jake was fumbling around with his bag, not really doing much. You wondered if he was stalling.

Then Sam came and put his hand on the small of your back. “Ready Birdie?”

You nod your head. “Beyond.”

“If any fish touches you, just climb on.” He says in a joking tone.

Then you two are walking into the water, leaving Jake behind.

The water felt amazing. It wasn’t freezing, but it’s cold. Which is nice after the shocking sensation dulls. You waded out to Josh and Danny, who were a little past waist deep. Jake followed behind shortly after. They all dunked under and you felt like you wanted to as well. So you took your hair clip out and let your hair fall.

“Anyone have a pocket in their trunks?” You asked, holding up your clip.

There was a collective shaking of heads until you heard, “I do.”

It was Jake, of course. You passed it along to him and he zipped them up in his pocket.

Then you went under.

It felt almost like a baptism. Cleansing away the negative energy, feelings, and thoughts. You came up and took a deep breath pushing your hair back. Then the strangest thing happened. You felt… peace. An inner calmness that had been missing for a while. You took a deep breath and smiled.

“What?” Sam asked, giving you a funny look.

“Nothing.” You said, shaking your head. “I’m just happy to be here.”

Sam smiled at you. “Well that makes two of us. Wanna race?”

“Oh you’re on.” You said with a giggle.

**

“Fuck that’s cold.”

“Sammy! Just be still, I'm almost done.” You said, spraying sunscreen all over his back.

He chuckled. “You’re the sunscreen police.”

You and Sam were the only ones to come in from the water. You decided you wanted to lay out and read. Of course, Sam wouldn’t let you go alone.

“Okay now my turn.” You said.

Sam took the bottle from your hands and sprayed your whole front side down.

“Shit.” He muttered.

You cocked your eyebrows. “What?”

“It’s out.” He said, banging the can around.

“Oh, it’s okay. I have some of the lotion type in my bag.”

Sam bends down and starts digging around. Then you hear him shake the bottle up.

“Wanna lay on your towel? Might be easier.” Sam suggests.

“Okay.” You reply back, with a twang of something in your voice you can’t describe.

You lay on your stomach and you can tell that your bottoms have ridden up. You could only imagine the view Sam had.

You hear him take a small breath and get on his knees near you.

“Can you untie my top? I will burn there if I don’t have sunscreen on it. I’ll tie it back when it all soaks in.” You say with bated breath.

Sam clears his throat. “Yeah, yeah.”

Then you feel his hands pulling at the strings around your back. He carefully places them to the sides, then grabs the bottle. He warmed up the lotion in his hands before putting it on you. He rubs up and down your back and shoulders slowly, maybe even slower than needed for proper application. You weren’t complaining. As he made his descent to your lower back you held your breath. You felt silly, but there was something incredibly erotic about the way his hands rubbed all over you. He moved down to your calves, almost massaging up your legs. It felt nice in more than a few ways. When he got to your upper thighs you had to bite your lip to avoid a potential sound coming out. He was careful when he got to the swell of your ass. Just lightly rubbing the lotion in, not lingering longer than he needed.

Sam takes a little inhale. “That should do the trick.”

“Thank you Sam. You know if the whole musician thing doesn’t work out you should be a masseuse.”

He laughs at that. Then lays down next to you, he tries to ever so slickly adjust his swim trunk but you could see it.

For some reason that gave you a bout of butterflies, in your chest and elsewhere.

A few minutes later everyone else came strolling in. You had re-tied your top and were sitting up reading as if nothing had happened. Sam had his nose in his book too, completely unbothered by the other three. Jake popped down next to you.

“Want an orange?” He asked, presenting you with the fruit.

You shook your head. “I’m good. Thanks.”

Jake stares at you for a moment before bobbing his head.

The rest of the afternoon went by pretty decently. You all had laid there soaking in the sun, chatting, and relaxing. You had chosen to hike back so that you could get dinner ready before dark. Sam stuck by you most of the way back, with Josh of course leading the pack. Jake was in the back, mostly by himself. Danny had tried to initiate discussion, but Jake was short with his words. You weren’t too bothered by it. All you could pay attention to was Sam’s corny jokes. Finally you made it back and decided you needed a shower. You parted ways with everyone else while they prepared camp.

The showers were okay. Nothing spectacular, but at least they were clean. You quickly showered and jumped out before the water got too cold. You wrapped a towel around yourself and stared into the mirror. You were beautifully sunkissed, cheeks pink, and hair wild. You decided you liked the way you looked. Like you had been hiking- perfectly imperfect. You scrunched your hair and lightly combed out the curls. Then threw on a semi-large sweatshirt with a pair of spandex shorts. Then threw on sneakers, deodorant, and a light layer of lotion to prevent any sort of burn. You were ready.

You trekked back to camp to see a whole bunch of food out. S’mores, hot dogs, chips, veggie kabobs, and a plethora of alcohol.

“Wow what a spread.” You say motioning to the scene in front of you.

Sam met your eyes and smiled. His hair was wet, he must have gone and showered too. “Just for you Birdie.”

“Now that we have all been reunited, shall we eat?” Josh asks.

Danny dispurses the plates among everyone, then the cheffing commences. You and Sam had made a system, he would do the veggies and you would do the veggie dogs. Then do s’mores together.

“Fuck, they’re a little charred, but I believe it’ll be okay.” Sam says, handing you your kabob.

You laugh. “Beautiful, thank you. Here’s yours.”

“Thank you chef.” Sam says, taking the stick from your hand.

“These hot dogs are great. Nothing like freshly roasted flesh over an open fire, huh Birdie?” Danny says, with a smirk.

“Fuck off.” You huff out with a laugh.

“Can we do s’mores now please?” Josh asks impatiently, as everyone is finishing up the last of their foods.

“Yes Josh.” Jake states a little amused.

“Can someone throw me another roasting stick?” You ask the group.

Josh laughs. “Hold your horses Birdie. It’s time for s’mores. By that I mean a s’mores shot.”

“How fitting.” You quip.

Then Josh is pouring up shots that are rather large and hands them out.

“Cheers.” Josh states, before clinking glasses.

Then you shoot it, but recoil at the sweet stinging.

“Holy shit that’s strong.” You state, wiping your mouth.

“It’s a s’mores shot Birdie, so three shots in one.” Jake says.

“Well can we do real s’mores now?” You ask.

“Already ahead of you.” Sam says handing you all of the materials you need.

Then you guys are making your s’mores. You and Sam pretend to sword fight with your marshmallows which keeps you giggling. The warmness has settled in your stomach and you feel carefree.

“Mine is so fucked.” Sam says with a chuckle, staring at his blackened marshmallow.

“Here” You say, taking his stick. “Let me make one for you.”

You roast the marshmallow and assemble his s’more before handing it back to him.

“Much better. Thanks.” He says, smiling at you.

Something about the way that the flames illuminated Sam made you feel a certain way. He looked so pretty with his hair tucked behind his ears. A long sleeve shirt that’s just slightly too big on him and a pair of colorful shorts that’s just slightly too short on him.

You all had done another s’more shot shortly after, but knew that one would be your last. The group dynamic was incredibly fun, especially now that everyone had a bit of liquid courage in them.

“I have to pee. Care to join me?” Sam asks you, extending his hand out.

You take his hand and pop up. “Yes, my bladder is also full.”

“Be careful you two! Take flashlights!” Danny yells as you two walk off.

“He’s such a Dad.” You joke.

Sam laughs. “He really is. You should see him on the road. He’s the one telling everyone to get their seatbelts on and turn out the lights.”

“I can totally see that.” You reply. “Hey Sam?”

He hums in response.

“I’m really glad that I came on this trip. I’ve had a lot of fun with you.” You say, feeling a little bold with the alcohol in your system.

Sam flashes a toothy grin at you. “Oh yeah? Well that makes two of us.”

Then you two arrive at the bathroom and go your separate ways. You pee, wash your hands, and fluff your hair in the mirror. When you head back outside Sam is waiting on you. You two start to head back to the campsite.

You begin to bring up a conversation about the stars, but then you feel your foot slip out from under you on wet leaves.

“Woah! You alright?” Sam says grabbing you before you can hit the ground.

“I think so. Remind me to not mix alcohol and dark walks. Also don’t tell Danny. He will ridicule me for not taking a flashlight like he said.”

Sam lets out a loud laugh. “Noted.”

He still hasn’t taken his hands off of you. You’re both just staring in each other's eyes with smiles on your face.

Then, ever so slowly Sam takes his hand and grips your face. Lightly rubbing his thumb on your jaw. You felt like this moment lasted hours but it was only a few seconds. His fingers left trails of sparks down your face. You were unsure what would happen next, until Sam leaned in. Your lips touched and the sparks on your face transferred to electricity in your lips. The kiss was gentle, soft, and warm. When he pulls away you have a visceral reaction.

Sam stares at you for a moment. “Sorry.” He says lowly.

You bite your lip trying to hide a smile. “Don’t be.” You reply.

Sam leans back down to you, but this time kisses your forehead. “Should we head back?” He asks.

You nod your head and continue on down the path, even though your whole body feels tingly. You were unsure what this meant, but that was a thought for another day. All you knew was that Sam was the catalyst for many future endeavors. You just hadn’t thought out what those endeavors might be.

***

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The Moon

The Moon represents illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself.

Author’s note: hi!! welcome back to the moon! Things are falling into place now… as always, I proofread but typos happen. No posting schedule for this one. But all parts will be posted Wednesdays at midnight EST. How about them teasing us with this new album huh???? Anyway! Enjoy :)

Parings: Sam x reader & Jake x reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, drug use, angst

Word count: 3.1k

PART 7:

It’s been two days since what happened with Jake. You haven’t spoken to him since. You had a brief conversation with Danny about their trip, but that was about it. You felt like you were going crazy. Did you hallucinate the things that happened between you and Jake? The things he said to you? It was all you could think about. There was so much anxiety in your body at all times hoping he would call or text you. Which is why when your phone rang you nearly jumped out of your skin. But it was Sam. You answered.

“Hey Birdie. What are you up to this fine morning?”

You clear your throat in an attempt to sound normal. “Nothing too exciting. Just working through some emails.”

Sam scoffs. “Sounds positively enthralling. So, funny story, I was unpacking my bags and I came across the stringiest black bikini I think I have ever seen. For a minute I got it confused with mine, but then I checked the size and realized it must be yours from the beach trip.”

You chuckle at his antics. “Oh shit yeah I definitely thought I had left it in the airbnb. I’m glad to know it’s safe and sound with you though. Sorry I must have thrown it in your bag or something.”

Sam laughs. “It’s quite alright. Would you like for me to bring it to you?”

Then a devious idea pops into your head.

“Actually, you know what? I can come by and grab it. I have to head over there anyway to stop by the office within the next hour.” You lie.

“Yeah sure, cool.” Sam says. “I’ll see you soon then?”

“Mhm I’ll be leaving here in a bit. I’ll bring over an early lunch.” You say, thinking of ways you could stall in the house.

“Birdie, you’re too good to me.” Sam says.

Then you hang up and sprint into your bathroom. Thankfully, you had already showered and done your hair. You really did need to go by the office, but that wasn’t until later. But you couldn’t wait. You had to see Jake. You had to know how he would react. You threw on a black skirt with a white tank top and a light knit cardigan. Then you threw on a pair of tall black boots, chunky gold hoops, and did some makeup. Finally you sprayed yourself down and threw on your sunglasses. This was record timing that you were ready. On the way you stopped by and got you and Sam salmon bowls from a local cafe. Then you arrived at their house. You saw Jake’s car sitting there and a wave of hope ran through your body. You collected yourself and went up to the door. You were greeted by Sam.

“You look lovely per usual.” He says, embracing you in a hug.

“Why thank you. I brought us salmon bowls.” You say holding up your offering.

Sam takes the food bag from you and says. “You’re an angel.” Before escorting you to the kitchen.

Josh and Danny are in the living room, but there’s no sign of Jake.

“Damn you didn’t bring your own cousin anything?” Danny asks, throwing his hands up in faux disbelief.

You chuckle. “Hey I’m repaying a favor here.”

He waves his hand off at you while Josh gives you a big smile. You and Sam sit down at the island and he immediately goes into conversation. You try to listen and participate, but your eyes are wandering around the house. Where is he? You continue to poke around at your bowl.

“Something on your mind?” Sam asks, in a lower voice.

You shake your head. “No, I'm good. It’s just been a strange past few days with work and all.”

“Well if you need a little escapism just know I’m your guy. We can go anywhere you want.” Sam offers.

You smile at him. For a moment Sam had made you feel better. You felt grounded. But that was yanked right out after you once you heard their front door unlatch. In walks Jake with a cocky smirk on his face. Then Danny and Josh start clapping and cheering at him.

“I take it your night went well?” Josh says, in a tone you can’t quite describe.

“Oh you bet your ass it did. Look at him, she did a number on him.” Danny chimes in, nudging Josh.

She?

Jake laughs. He doesn’t see you yet.

He opens his mouth to speak, but his eyes look over at Sam- then he sees you. Immediately that smirk is gone off of his face. You can tell by his demeanor and disheveled appearance he had just come back from sleeping with someone. You feel your heart physically shatter.

Jake quickly approaches you. “I didn’t know you were here.”

You nod your head. “Yeah I’m just grabbing something from Sam.”

“Oh shit, yeah let me go get that.” Sam says, getting up.

Jake just stares at you, he looks concerned. Like he knows how fucked up all of this is. You stare back at him blankly. Neither one of you speak a word to one another. Then Sam is back.

“Here you go. I was going to wash it, but with all of these strings I didn’t know how that would go.” Sam says.

You snap yourself out of your trance and force a smile on your face. “Thank you Sam. I actually better be off. I still have to go by the office. I’ll catch you later though.”

Sam boos you. “But you just got here!”

“Not all of us can live the lifestyle of a rockstar.” You say through a chuckle, but then immediately glare into Jake’s eyes after.

Jake sucks in his cheeks and hangs his head down a bit. You say your goodbyes and then get out of these as fast as you can. You don’t even make it to your car before the tears start flowing. You didn’t make it into the office that day.

**

You were gutted. It had been days since you left your apartment. You spoke to Margo briefly and then shut off your phone, only answering emails that you needed to for work. Honestly you weren’t even too sure what day it was. You decided today you would try to be a little better. So you got in the shower. You really ended up just sitting down until the water turned cold, but you did manage to bathe. Then you brushed your teeth and combed your hair. You slapped on some moisturizer and decided that was good enough. Then you changed into a huge t-shirt and sleep shorts. With your wet hair still dripping down your back, you decided you needed some tea. So you began the process of making green tea and threw a bagel in the toaster while you were up. It was bad, but you had absolutely neglected your body while you were wallowing in self-pity. If you ate, it was nothing more than a bag of chips or whatever candy you found in your drawer. When all of your things were ready, you decided to sit at your table and eat. It was a sunny day out, maybe you would go for a walk. You think the sadness had left your body, now you only harbored anger and resentment. You hated feeling this way, but nothing could change your mind. Then, your doorbell rang. You had no idea who it would be, but a small part of you hoped it was Jake. Hoping he would be there saying it was all a misunderstanding. That he’s sorry. But when you opened the door you saw Sam.

Sam doesn’t say anything at first. He just stares up at you, maybe even a little concerned. Then finally, he hits you with a “Hi.”

“Hi. Danny isn’t here.” You say softly.

Sam makes a face at you. “I know that. Can I come in?”

You nod your head and allow him inside. Your place could have been cleaner, that’s for sure. But Sam never said a word about it.

“Birdie. Are you okay? You’ve been radio silent the past few days. I came over to check on you because I was worried.” Sam says as soon as he’s inside.

“I’m fine. Just have a lot going on right now.” You say, not really looking Sam in the eye.

He bites his lip. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head. “No actually. I think that’s the last thing I want to do.”

“Okay.” Sam says, walking off to your living room and plopping down.

You huff a laugh. “What are you doing?”

Sam smiles up at you. “Not talking about it.”

You smile at him. You think it’s the first time in days that your mouth has made this shape.

“I’m not going to let you sit here and mope around on such a beautiful day. Go put on some outside clothes.” Sam says.

“Sam-“ you start.

“Nope!” He says, putting his hand up. “I’m not hearing it. Come on now, daylight is wasting.”

A part of you wants to just go crawl into bed. But you decide to do as Sam says. You hair is almost dried at this point, so you let it go naturally wavy. Then pull out a simple sage green sundress. It’s spaghetti strapped and linen material that comes to your lower thigh. You decide to forgo a bra and slip on brown sandals with it. You put on a small gold necklace and some pearl studs. Then slap on concealer, a little bronzer, and brushed through your lashes. This was all you had energy for so you decided it was good enough. On the way out you grabbed a pair of tortoise shell sunglasses and sprayed yourself with perfume.

You came back to Sam about twenty minutes later announcing you were ready. He complimented you and then you were off. You really didn’t know where exactly you were going, but it felt good to leave your house.

Sam didn’t talk much on the way there. He just put on music and asked you if it was okay if he rolled the windows down. You said yes. Before long you couldn’t tell what hair was yours and what was Sam’s when the wind was flowing through, but it felt peaceful. The sun on your face, wind through your hair, music playing softly like the soundtrack of your life. You looked over briefly at Sam. He had a content smile on his face and gripped the wheel with one hand. You took in a deep breath and thought everything was going to be okay.

Eventually, Sam had pulled up outside of a park.

“Ready?” He asked, unbuckling his seatbelt.

You smile and nod.

You two casually stroll onto the sidewalk. It was a nice day, so there were quite a few people about. Children were playing and riding bikes. Many people were walking their dogs. Sam couldn’t help but smile and say hello to any dog he saw. That made your heart feel warm.

“So Birdie, how would you feel about ice cream?” Sam asked.

You pretend to contemplate. “Hm. I guess I wouldn’t protest.”

“Great. Because the reason I took you here was for that.”

He turns you and points about fifty yards to your left. There is an ice cream truck with a giant cow on the top.

“You’ve been here before?” You ask.

Sam shakes his head. “No, but it’s listed on trip advisor in the top ten of hidden date sites in Nashville.”

Sam’s cheeks grow pink and he doesn’t say anything else. It’s like he suddenly realized how he worded that.

You notice, but opt to make him feel comfortable so you smile. “Well let’s go.”

You had gotten a strawberry cone while Sam went with a pistachio cone. You two had made your way to a bench. Licking up your ice cream in comfortable silence.

“If you want to talk about what’s bothering you, I hope you know I’ll listen.” Sam suddenly says, softly.

You glance over at him then sigh. “It’s really nothing. Some guys just suck.”

It’s quiet for a moment, then Sam speaks. “Fuck em. Whoever it is, I’m certain you deserve better. Hell, you deserve the world Birdie. Don’t ever settle.”

You smile and reach over, putting your hand on his and give it a squeeze. “Thank you Sammy- and thank you for making me get out today. I feel better.”

Sam smiles and nods. “It’s the ice cream isn’t it?”

You let out a laugh. “Yes, most definitely the ice cream.”

**

You and Sam had walked around the park for a while until the light began to fade. Truthfully, you had forgotten mostly about your broken heart. You had been caught up in the conversation with Sam. Talking about anything and everything. You had decided to go back to your house to order food and watch a movie.

“Pizza?” Sam asked, sitting down at your counter while you got some seltzers for you two.

Your stomach fell at that. “Pass.”

“Okay. What about Chinese?”

You hum. “Vegetable fried rice and spring rolls?”

Sam smiles. “You’ve got yourself a deal. I’m going to call them. Go change into something comfy.”

You nod and Sam heads outside to call them. You pad back to your room. It feels good to take off the dress and be comfortable. That’s what it was like with Sam, comfortable. You opted for a pair of knit shorts with a large t-shirt. No bra, but the shirt was big enough that it wasn’t super noticeable. Then a pair of fluffy socks. When you headed back out Sam was back on your couch, smirking at you.

You give him a look. “What?”

“The food should be here in about twenty minutes, but I do have some party favors. If that interests you of course.” Sam retorts.

You let out a laugh. “Oh Sam I don’t know if you can keep up.”

“Me? I don’t think you’ll be able to hang Birdie.”

“Glad to see we’re both still degenerates.” You say, sitting down next to Sam.

He smiles at you. “Me too. But let’s eat first so at least we can taste this food. Do you have snacks?”

“Oh yes Sammy. In fact I have nothing but snacks. We will be good to hole up here for the night.”

Sam chuckles. “Perfect.”

**

The rest of the night consisted of you and Sam eating, smoking, eating again, watching documentaries, smoking again, and eating some more. You had both overcompensated on your tolerance, trying to impress the other. At the end of the night you insisted Sam stay and you both had a sleepover in your living room. It felt nice not to be alone. You had dozed off with your head on Sam’s shoulder, and you woke up in a similar position.

The sun was bright as you batted your eyes. Your mouth was insanely dry. It was hot. Then you realized why. You were in a ball on your couch and Sam was right next to you. You glanced up, he was still out. You needed to stretch so you quietly got up. You pinched your shoulder blades together and felt a satisfying crack. Then you made your way to grab a bottle of water, you drank the whole thing. After you went to pee and brushed your teeth. After you headed back into the living room and laughed at the scene. There were snack wrappers everywhere, blankets strewn about, the tv was still on, and Sam cramped on the couch. You covered him up and began cleaning. It was only a matter of minutes before he was awake.

“Good morning Birdie.” Sam says stretching up.

“Hi Sammy. Happy to know you survived.” You say with a smile.

He laughs. “Yeah me too. But I am going to steal a water.”

Then he’s up heading for your kitchen. He also slams a whole bottle then rejoins you. He jumps right in and helps you clean up everything. He even lights a candle to try and help with the faint odor leftover.

“Can I take you to breakfast?” Sam asks.

That makes your heart beat a little irregular.

“Yes.” You say with a smile.

Sam freshens himself up and you change. Then you’re both at a pancake house. Smiling and giggling at one another over coffee and hash browns. Giddy. That’s the only word you could think of to describe it. Sam had made you feel so at ease. He was caring, sweet, thoughtful, dependable. That was swirling in your head as you listened to him tell you a story about a camping trip he took. His smile made you smile. His laugh made you laugh. You were realizing that you were feeling…feelings? Is that what it was? Or was it a rebound from Jake? Just something to fill the void? You tryed not to think about it too much, but this was different than what you felt for Jake. But you had no idea how to formulate that into words.

“And then a fucking fire broke out from that idiot not dumping water on the embers. I single handedly stopped a massive wildfire from breaking out by sacrificing my favorite flannel.”

You giggled. “So you’re saying you’re the next Smokey the Bear?”

“Damn right. Sammy the lumberjack who was on mushrooms.”

You laugh again at him.

“Can I get y’all anything else?” The waitress asks.

“No ma’am. Just a check please.” Sam responds.

The waitress rips off your ticket and lays it on the table.

Sam picks it up without hesitation and pulls out his phone and wallet. “So I was thinking.” He says. “Would you like to get dinner later maybe? I have to run by the studio for a bit to work on some keys, but after I would like to take you to this vegetarian cafe. You don’t have to if you don’t want to or anything-“

“I’d love to.” You say with a smile.

Sam smiles back at you and lets out a breath. “Great. Ah shit, do me a favor Birdie. My phone is dead. Can you calculate twenty percent?”

You nod and begin to dig through your bag. You hadn’t really touched your phone in a few days. You turned it on and immediately became bombarded with messages. A few from Margo, Sam, one from Danny, and then…fuck.

One from Jake.

Can we talk?

That was it. He sent it yesterday. Nausea washes over you.

“You okay?” Sam asks, brows furrowed.

You swallow. “Yeah, yeah. What was the total?”

Sam told you and you calculated it, then turned your phone off again. You knew you couldn’t continue on like this.

You had to let it go.

You had to let Jake go.

***

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[age-of-greta]

The Moon

The Moon represents illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself.

Author’s note: hey!! another chapter of the moon is upon us. As always I proofread, but typos happen. Finally here is a ~spicy~ chapter. Enjoy!!

Parings: Sam x reader & Jake x reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, adult content, explicit sexual content, minors DNI

Word count: 5k

PART 6:

“Hey I’m outside, can you come help?” You say into your phone while getting out of the passenger seat.

“Aye aye captain I’m en route.” Danny says back into the phone.

You had been home from your trip for a few days now, but hadn’t seen the guys since. You and Sam texted about your trip, but never mentioned the borderline cuddling session that had taken place.

A few seconds later Danny and Sam were both at your car getting takeout boxes out, leaving you to bring in nothing but yourself.

“Hey Birdie long time no see.” Sam says embracing you in a hug.

You scoff at him and hug him back then go in for a hug with Danny.

“Were you trying to feed the army here? Geez this is a lot of food.” Danny cackles out.

“Not the army, but might as well be with as much as you four eat.” You banter back.

You three enter the house.

“Hey stranger!” Josh yells, embracing you in a hug.

You hug him back. Then you look over and see Jake sitting at the island. He’s wearing a smirk and drinking brown liquor from a whiskey glass. You take your time, but eventually make your way over to him.

“Birdie.” Jake says with a nod.

“Jake.” You reply back.

Jake shoots you a smile. “You had a good weekend I trust?”

You sit down next to him. “I did. It was a lot of fun.”

“I could tell. I liked your outfit by the way. Orange suits you.” Jake says, taking a swig of his drink.

You think for a second. How did he know what you were wearing? You never post on social media, it’s not really your thing.

“Thanks.” You start. “But how did you see what I was wearing? Are you stalking me Jake?” You poke.

He chuckles. “You wish. Sam couldn’t help but show us the pictures from the trip. As he was scrolling we saw the adorable pictures of you two.”

You nod. “Ah well thank you for appreciating my outfit.”

Jake looks at you and sucks in air. “Anytime anytime. I bet the tan lines are interesting.”

You laugh. “Yeah they are.”

“Okay everyone to the table please!” Josh yells throughout the house.

Jake groans and gets up. You’re right behind him. Sam had a seat right next to him saved for you. Jake lifts his brow up at that, but heads to his chair right across from you.

“This food looks great.” Danny says to you.

“Yeah it does.” Sam agrees.

“So much pressure.” You joke. “I hope it lives up to your expectations.”

Then everyone is passing around the takeout boxes and drinks. Then everyone starts to eat. It feels so nice and comfortable. Small talk is being passed around the table and everyone agrees the food is as good as it looks.

“Oh Jake.” Josh says through chews. “They need to know if you’re coming this weekend after your expo or not.”

Jake glances at you for a half a second before speaking. “Nah. I’ve already been told that it’s going to take a while so I wouldn’t get there until the meeting was almost over anyway.”

Josh nods. “Fair.”

You feel like you’re a little out of the loop. “What’s this weekend?”

Sam perks up. “We got a call from one of our managers. We need to meet with a few different execs this weekend in Detroit. But Jake won’t be able to go because he’s had an expo planned at this guitar convention thing.”

“Oh. Interesting.” You say through a nod.

“Except it’s probably going to suck. So Jake is a lucky bastard for being able to get out of it.” Danny adds.

Jake laughs and shrugs his shoulders.

**

After dinner everyone had started cleaning up. You had found out that they were leaving tomorrow night for their meeting. Which is why they had been so adamant that you come over today. You finished collecting all of the garbage and peered over to see Jake tuning an acoustic on the couch. Sam and Danny were doing dishes while Josh put away leftovers. You slinked over and sat down next to him pretending to be busy on your phone.

“Birdie.” Jake said.

You hummed in response but didn’t look over to him. When it stayed quiet you flicked your eyes over only to see Jake staring intently at you.

“Don’t make any plans this weekend.” Jake stated.

Butterflies felt like they were going to rip out of your chest. Had Jake not agreed to go to the meeting just so he could spend some alone time with you?

You decided to play it cool. “I’ll check my calendar.”

The next thing you knew Josh was stumbling into the living room with boxes of board games. “Let’s get this party started shall we?”

**

Today was the day they were all leaving. It was Friday and you were full of anxiousness. Anxious for Jake to text you or even let you know somewhat of a plan. Since his little revelation a few days ago it was all you could think of. Or maybe fantasize would be a better word for it. But the day ticked on and there was no word from him. Night fell and still nothing. You sat on your couch with a glass of wine in hand just staring at your phone. The time read 9:48 pm. Then ten more minutes passed by. Nothing. How bold of him to tell you to not make plans this weekend yet he has the gall to do this? You were beyond irritated. You took off your makeup and climbed into bed. You tried to read the book you were working on, but you found that it didn’t seem to help. Your mind was too wired. So you pulled out your phone and mindless began scrolling through Pinterest. You saved dozens of recipes that you would likely never end up trying. Then you clicked your phone off and huffed. You might as well try to get some sleep. You woke up around 8 am the next morning. There was a sense of weight on your chest. Immediately you checked your phone. The only notifications you had were a text from Sam, a missed call from Margo, and a Facebook notification of your old science teacher’s birthday. Not a peep from Jake. You decided to try Margo, knowing she would still be asleep. But to your amazement she answered.

“Hey bitch!”

“I’m surprised you’re awake.” You quip.

“Yeah. Me too. But I’m sort of doing the walk of shame right now. I met up with a guy from Tinder last night and we went bar hopping. Side note, I’m never drinking amaretto sours again.” Margo says, faking a gagging noise.

“So you called me at-“ You pull your phone away and check the time she called you last night. “12:34 am to tell me how amazing your sex was?”

“Honestly it was mid, but that’s not why I called you. I was drunk but guess who I saw last night when I was out.”

Your stomach knots up. “Who?”

“Jake.” She states. “I didn’t say hello because I saw him for just a brief second. He was at this table with a group of people. None of the others were with him. I don’t know why I needed to tell you that so badly, but drunk Margo apparently thought it was important.”

That fucker. He had you waiting around for him all night while he was bar hopping and doing god knows what else?

“You there?”

Margo’s voice snaps you out of your trance.

“Yeah yeah. Sorry I got sidetracked, I’m in the middle of an email.” You lie. “But yeah everyone else is out of town for a meeting or something. Jake stayed behind for some expo and apparently a night of drinking.”

Margo laughs. “Sounds about right. But hey don’t let me hold you up. Finish your email. I’m about to go home and sleep all day before meeting my parents for dinner tonight. Brunch Sunday?”

“Count me in. Be safe.”

Then you get off the phone. A part of you doesn’t even care, but the other part cares too much.

Whatever. You were sick of feeling hung up on Jake Kiszka. There were other people in the world. You got off the phone and took a shower, then did skincare. You blankly stared at yourself in the mirror while you rubbed various creams and serums on your face. Then you let your hair air dry and threw on your black silk robe. You put on a Neil Young record and began making coffee. Today you were going to relax. You took your coffee and picked out a book, then plopped down on your couch. Your mind started to drift off in the words on your page, then there was a knock at your door. You scrunch your face up unpleasantly. You want whoever is out there to just go away. Then there’s another knock. You groan and slink off of your couch. When you open the door you’re met with those goddamn brown eyes.

“Hello Birdie.” Jake says all peppy.

He’s standing there on your doorstep with his hands behind his back.

“I come bearing gifts. May I enter?”

A part of you wants to tell him to fuck off, but you know you can’t. So you step back and leave your door open. You head back to your living room and hear his footsteps behind you.

“So I figured you needed these in your collection.”

Then Jake presents his arms out and has a few sealed vinyl. Then you realize it’s their music on vinyl. All of it to date actually.

“Maybe if you play your cards right I can get these signed for you. I sort of have a connection.” Jake jabs playfully.

You laugh and take the records. “Thank you. You’re too kind, really.”

“So I’ve been told. So Birdie, what are you up to?” Jake says, sitting down next to you.

You sigh. “Nothing much. Just reading. I thought you were supposed to be at some convention?”

Jake smiles and throws his hands behind his head. “Yeah, I was. But I got out of it. I did my part yesterday and then took the people I had made obligations to out last night. Now they’re too hungover to care.”

So that’s what he was doing last night? You feel a rush of butterflies come back. Did he do that just to spend the day with you?

You decide to test the waters. “Why did you skip today? Is it boring or something?”

Jake cracks a smile at you. “Boring? No. I think you know why I skipped.”

You scoff at him and focus your face back down to your book to hopefully avoid a flush of color going to your cheeks. You would never intentionally let Jake see that he’s made you flustered.

Jake reaches over and lightly pats your knee. “Are you going to get your nose out of that book so we can go have some fun?”

You swallow hard at that. Then place your book down and just stare at Jake. Waiting, even daring him to do something.

Jake eyes you for a minute before letting out a swift little laugh. “Go get dressed for me.”

You’re totally confused. “What?”

“Go get dressed.” He repeats. “We’re going somewhere.”

You cock your eyebrows at him. “Where?”

He gives you a smile. “Will you just go get ready?”

You ponder for a moment, then get up and head to your room.

You dig through your clothes trying to figure out what exactly to wear. You thought about asking Jake what to dress for, but you knew he wouldn’t give you a straight answer. Then you thought about gauging your outfit based on Jake’s, but that was hard when he wore almost the same thing everyday. He was impossible.

After many minutes of digging and thinking you decided to go with something semi-casual. You chose a pair of mid-washed flare jeans with the knees ripped out and paired it with a light brown tank-top. Then slid on a pair of similar colored chunky slide-on low heels and a brown bag. You put a few loose curls in your hair and sprayed it then did minimal everyday makeup. Finally you put on a small gold necklace with matching earrings then grabbed your black sunglasses and you guess you were ready. You walked out and Jake gave you a smile. “Now don’t you look nice. Ready?”

You nodded your head. “I guess. I’m nervous.” You say with a laugh.

Jake chuckles. “Aw Birdie. Do I make you sweat a little?”

He was so cocky.

You are trying to find words, before deciding to take the abrasive approach. “Yeah right. I was referring to where you’re taking me. God knows where we’ll end up.”

Jake exhales a breathy laugh. “All good things, all good things. Let’s go.”

Then you two are officially off.

**

Jake had taken you to the heart of the city where you two grabbed brunch. Then after you walked down the art alley, admiring a ton of different work. Jake had bought a few things and dropped them off in his car.

“Where to now Captain?” You asked as you climbed back into his car and latched your seatbelt.

“Birdie, don't call me that if you don’t plan on doing anything about it.” Jake says, slyly.

You scoff and brush off the insinuation.

“Actually, I’m going to run you by your house. Can you pack a bag for tonight? I figure we can do that and then grab an Uber from my house. The next part won’t mix with safe driving.”

He wants you to stay the night. Fuck. Okay.

You nod your head and play it cool. “Yeah sure.”

Jake lets you run in while he calls Josh to discuss whatever they’re doing on that trip.

You are freaking out a little bit, but now is not the time to lose your shit.

The first thing you do is change your bra and underwear to a plain, but nice black set.

Then you throw in shorts and a tank to sleep in and an outfit for tomorrow. You grab all of your toiletries and makeup. You guess you were ready?

On the way out you took a shot. You would need it.

**

“Okay the Uber is about 10 out. Want me to throw your bags in my room?” Jake asked.

“Presumptuous aren’t we Jake?” You tease.

He gives you a smirk and then throws your bags on his shoulder. Then he’s off to his room.

You realize your hands are sweating. It’s not even 4pm yet. In a way you wish you could fast forward through time so you can see whatever in the hell is going to happen between you two tonight. The anticipation is killing you.

A few minutes later Jake is back and you two are heading out to meet the driver.

The Uber ride is comfortable. Jake can’t help but chat the guy up about music. At one point the driver says “Young man you really should start a band or something. You have a vast knowledge of rock n roll.”

Jake nods his head. “Yeah maybe I’ll look into it.”

You can’t help but grin wide at that.

Jake was always so charming. He captivated a whole room. He was magnetic.

Eventually the car stops and you and Jake are walking up to a cart? Then you realize. It’s one of those traveling cocktail cars that totes you around the city. Though this one is centered around Nashville’s music history with themed cocktails. You’ve got to admit, it was pretty cool. Jake helps you on and you two grab seats at the end. A group of guys get on and choose to sit next to you. The one closest is cute you supposed, but not your type. He glances over at you and smiles before nodding. You give him a polite smile back. Then you feel Jake’s hand on your thigh. You glance over and he raises his eyebrows at you. Then the guy next to you is no longer looking in your direction. You tried to hide your giddy grin at that. The possessiveness? Not something you would have necessarily expected from Jake in that moment, but god did it make you feel good.

The tour began and cocktails were being distributed. Jake was very respectful and did not talk while the tour guide or bartender spoke. You did the same.

“Did you like it?” Jake asked about the first cocktail when they started prepping for the second.

“Yeah. I thought it was great. This is really cool Jake.”

Jake smirked at that. “Yeah? Well good. You’re a hard girl to impress so I’m glad I didn’t fuck it up.”

You feel like butterflies could fly straight out of your stomach. Truthfully Jake could take you to McDonald’s and you would be just as happy.

The rest of the tour was intriguing, but as the cocktails began to flow you and Jake could no longer suppress your giggles. You two were constantly cracking up with the other, but to be fair the whole crowd had. It seemed that most everybody on this cart was tipsy or on their way there. The last drink was being presented, you really tried to pay attention. But truthfully you had no idea what was in it. Still you knocked it back like a champion. Then just like that the tour was over. It had only lasted a little over an hour, but it had served its purpose.

“Alright that’s all y’all! Remember not to drive and get to your next destination safely!” The tour guide called out.

Jake smiled at you and reached back for his wallet. “Now do you know why we took an Uber?” He said as he laid a large bill down on the bar for the bartender.

You lightly laughed. “Yeah it’s starting to make sense.”

“Let’s get out of here.” Jake says, taking your hand.

You oblige and follow him off. As soon as your feet hit the ground you hear, “Um hey excuse me?”

Then you hear it again. You turn your head around and it’s the guy who was sitting next to you. He’s definitely sauced. You guessed you didn’t really notice before as you were so preoccupied with Jake. He was much taller than you expected and for a moment you began to feel a little uneasy until he spoke. Jake paused and turned around to look at him.

“Hey man. I just wanted to say your girlfriend is an absolute smokeshow. You’re a lucky guy I mean like really congrats bro.”

Jake chuckled. “Yeah, I know. Thanks.” Is all he says. Then as you two are walking off he mutters. “He’s that big, but still can’t handle his shit huh?”

Which sends you both into laughter. All you can think about was that comment and Jake’s reaction. In fact it’s all you would think about for days.

Jake continues to lead you down the streets then finally you’re back to another Uber. It’s dark by now, but not super late.

“Where to now?” You ask.

“Home.” Jake answers.

Well okay. Unexpected, but you weren’t opposed.

This car ride back was a little more touchy than the first. Sure you both had alcohol in your system, but it felt like your bodies were gravitating towards one another. Full of desire and energy. But of course you were in a car with another person, so you shoved most of those thoughts into the back of your head like you usually did. Finally when you pulled back into their house, Jake thanked the driver and took your hand while leading you into the house. You thought something might happen then and there. But Jake just casually walked into the kitchen and said “Wine?”

You nodded your head, then excused yourself to change. You just threw on a small pair of black shorts with a matching black tank top and white tube socks. Of course you freshened yourself up as best as you could. When you made your way back down, Jake made popcorn and glasses of wine for you both. Then you were in the living room sitting on the couch. Jake was flipping through movies on some streaming platform when the doorbell rang. He jumped up and grabbed the door. For a moment you were confused as to if company was coming over, but all of that cleared when Jake appeared back in with pizza, your favorite pizza.

You smiled with delight. “Jake.”

He shrugs. “I take notes. How do you feel about Pulp Fiction?”

You take your wine and raise it in the air. “Please play it.”

Jake sat the pizza boxes on the table and flashed you a smile. “My girl.”

His girl.

**

After you had both drunkenly eaten your pizza and watched Pulp Fiction Jake put another movie on. You know it wasn’t necessarily late, but a part of you was ready for something more? Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was because Jake had begun rubbing circles lightly on your thigh. But you wanted more. Of course you would usually be content to just be in his presence, but after the kiss and the flirty behavior all night you were desperate to know that Jake harbored the same desires for you. After ten more minutes had gone by, you had enough.

“Jake.” You say as you sit up a little impatiently.

He flicks his eyes over to you. “Birdie.”

You huff a little and try to figure out how to word this. But you can’t think of how to eloquently state it so you just say, “Are you going to kiss me or what?”

Jake’s face twists up in a smirk. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

You roll your eyes a little. “Obviously.”

“Then yeah, I’ll kiss you Birdie. But I can’t promise that I’ll stop there.”

You swallow and look up into his eyes. “I don’t want you to stop there.”

Jake licks his lips. “You know, I’ve thought about this for a while. But when I saw you standing there in my driveway the day we moved in, I was counting the seconds until I could touch you. You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

You feel like you could gag just hearing those words come out of his mouth. You had wanted to hear them for so long. Before you can respond his lips are on yours, softly.

Then.

Ecstasy.

That’s the only world that could possibly describe the feeling. He takes his hand and lightly cups your jaw while deepening the kiss. God you had wanted this badly. You had wanted Jake badly. Finally you were getting it.

Jake takes his other hand and lightly gropes your hip. That causes you to inhale a breath, then Jake bites your bottom lip slowly. Fuck. He doesn’t stop there. He’s now running light circles with his thumb on your jaw while his other hand is running up and down your bare legs. It felt so good, but you just wanted him to touch you there. But he continues to take his time with you. He caresses your whole body and you feel like you're melting. You decide to take the reins a bit, then you sit up on your knees before straddling his lap. You can feel him under his jeans and when his hands meet your ass you can’t help but grind down a little.

“Fuck.” Jake says lowly.

That right there made your heart beat ten times faster. Jake’s hands are running up and down your back pulling you tighter to him.

“Take me to your room.” You say between kisses.

Then Jake is up taking you by your hand and leading you inside. Once inside the door is barely closed before you two are once more touching. Jake kicks off his shoes while you’re making quick work of the buttons on his shirt. Then he’s tugging down at your shorts and they fall right off. His hands instantly go to the soft flesh of your ass. Squeezing and grabbing handfuls. Jake backs you up to the bed and you sit on the edge. Lips still connected, you begin undoing his pants. He’s about to burst out of them. Jake climbs on top of you and takes off your tank top. Leaving you both just in your undergarments. Jake slowly kisses trails up your body and you can feel his cold necklaces sliding down your abdomen. You shutter entirely. His rough fingers graze over your still clothed center and you moan. Then he’s hovering over you again kissing you while his fingers slip in your panties. He makes quick work, it’s obvious he knows what he’s doing. Two fingers slowly pump inside of your while his thumb swirls small tight circles. You try to kiss him back, but after a while you can’t contain the sounds coming out of your mouth. Jake seems completely content just to sit there and watch you. Squirming under him. He’s getting into too, you can tell by his face. Fuck you’ll never forget those faces he made.

“Come on baby. Come on baby. Shit.” Jake coaxes.

That’s all you needed and you're coming hard and fast. You know what they say. Guitar fingers.

Jake barely lets you catch your breath before his lips meet yours again. Now you’re beyond ready to give Jake what he just gave you. You sit up and take off your bra.

Jake chuckles a little and says, “Yeah definitely interesting tan lines.”

Then he immediately starts groping your breast and lightly pinching your nipples.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He says, a little exasperated.

You reach down and stroke him through his boxers and he draws in a sharp breath. Jake is beginning to look almost desperate which excites you in ways you could never describe. He sits up and grabs a condom from his drawer, ripping the packaging with his teeth. Then takes off his boxers and rolls it on.

“C’mere fuck.” Is all he says to you as he pulls your panties down. Right before Jake looks up at you, asking for permission. You nod feverishly. Then you feel him slowly sink into you. Your eyes roll back into your head and the sounds in the room could only be described as obscene. It started off slower, but Jake quickly found his pace. He grabbed your legs and threw them over his shoulders while his hips snapped back and forth. At that moment all you could think about was how he looked the same on stage when he was shredding those solos as he did now when he was plowing into you. It made it even hotter. You knew this wouldn’t be a long session, so you tried to just focus on the sensations and Jake. Once you honed in on that you felt your core tighten. Jake’s hair was stuck to his neck and face. There was a sheer coat of sweat encasing his whole body. Expletives fell out of his mouth every other second. He was so fucking hot and he was about to make you come for the second time.

“Oh-fuck Jake fuck.” You whined.

Jake groaned at that. “Yeah baby? Tell me how it feels.”

You shutter at his words. “Fuck so good. So fucking good.”

“I love hearing dirty words come out of such a pretty mouth. Keep talking baby.”

“I can’t.” You moan. “I’m about to-“

Jake cuts you off. “Yeah me too baby. Fuck come on give it to me. I want you to come for me again.”

You reach your fingers down to push yourself over the edge and then you’re there. Your whole body is throbbing, erupting in sensation. Then Jake’s right behind you. He squeezes your thighs so tightly as he comes you think you’ll have tiny bruises. If you do, you’ll never want them to go away. Once you both have rode out your highs Jake folds down onto you and gently kisses your lips a few times. Your fingers find their way in his hair and everything just seems right. Like this was exactly how it was supposed to be. You and Jake were two puzzle pieces that fit right into each other. After everything had been cleaned up you found yourself nuzzled into his bed with his arm over you. Never had you felt more content in your life. You were sure that you and Jake had elevated your relationship. Things had to be different now. They had to be. Which made what happened next hurt even worse.

**

The next morning you awoke to an empty bed. Truthfully you were a little hung over. You know you looked a mess. Makeup was smeared all down your face, your hair looked like a bird’s nest, and your head was pounding. Where was Jake? You sat up and squinched your eyes together. The room was brighter than you would have preferred, but it was empty. You climbed out of bed to head to Jake’s bathroom but paused on your way there. There sat a note.

Had fun last night. Went out to get the guys from the airport. Flight came in earlier than expected. We are going to the studio after.

Jake

After all of that he left you a note. You felt your heart break a little, but this wouldn’t be the only time Jake made you feel this way.

***

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