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samkiszkasfacialhair · 2 years

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Tell Her That You Love Her

Tell Her That You Love Her

Pairing: Sam Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: Sam has a confession that he’s been holding in for 7 years.

Warnings: Angst, Alcohol, Drinking/Partying, Underage Drinking, Mentions of Arrest, Mentions of Marijuana, Cigarettes, Mentions of Sex.

Word Count: 3.3k

Requested by Anonymous

It was your best friend's 21st birthday and you planned an entire surprise party with the help of her brothers. Jake agreed to host the party at his apartment and Josh agreed to supply the food and alcohol. That left you and Sam in charge of the logistics and guest list.

All the preparations came together easily and the night of the party came quicker than you thought.

You’d been best friends with Ronnie for almost ten years; and your friendship with her, came with a friendship with her brothers. You had become close with all three of them over the years. From middle school to now. Even as their fame grew and they became big rock stars, they always kept contact with you and invited you to events and shows. You, Ronnie, and Jake’s girlfriend formed a nice group of friends to support the guys.

It was around 9 at night and Ronnie was expected to arrive at 10 to “pregame at Jake’s” before going to a few bars around Nashville. She thought it was going to be a pretty low key night and the four of you had done a good job keeping her clueless about your actual plans. A ton of her friends, including you, hadn't turned 21 yet so this was a much better plan to have everyone together. Everything was ready to go for the night and now you were all just putting the finishing touches on things.

You sat at Jake’s kitchen table as Josh mixed a bunch of different liquors and juices into a big bowl. You and Sam picked at decorations and sorted out what you were going to use. Jake was in the living room, setting up a table for beer pong.

“So, is Loverboy coming?” Josh asked as he poured out a bottle of vodka into the bowl.

“Ooh, Loverboy!” Jake teased from the other room.

“He has a name!” you argued.

“Asshole?” Sam asked, flashing you an obnoxious smile.

“Shut up, Sam,” you retorted. You turned back to Josh, “No, he’s not coming.” you sighed.

“Thank God.” Sam said under his breath as he opened up a bag of confetti.

You glared at him from across the table. Sam had never liked the guy you had been seeing for the past few months and he let it be known. Every time you brought him around, Sam made little comments and digs at him. You couldn’t put your finger on why though. Ronnie had always said Sam didn’t like him because once he made a claim that B.B. King was overrated and Sam never let that go. Though it made perfect sense for Sam to hold a grudge for that, it still didn’t explain his deep disgust for the guy. In Sam’s defense, the guy you were seeing wasn’t perfect in any way. To be honest, you kind of settled for him. But, it was fine and no one better had come along so it was what it was. You stared at Sam, wishing you could read his mind.

The sound of Josh’s voice snapped you back to the present moment.

“Try this for me, let me know if it's good.” he said, handing you a red solo cup half full of his most recent concoction.

You tasted it and nodded approvingly at him. It was fruity and sweet but you could still taste a hint of alcohol. It was the type of drink you could drink all night and not realize it was getting you wasted until you were too far gone. It was perfect for the occasion. He poured more into your cup, poured three more cups full, and passed them out to his brothers.

Jake walked back into the kitchen to grab his drink from Josh.

“So why isn’t he coming?” he asked as he lifted the cup to his lips.

“He just couldn’t make it, that’s all,” you replied. That was a lie. But they didn’t have to know that. The truth was, you didn’t want him to come. You wanted to have a good time tonight- without him. You also didn’t feel like hearing any remarks from Sam about him.

Without saying a word, Sam picked up his drink, got up from the table, and walked out of the kitchen and down the hallway. You all heard the door to Jake’s guest bedroom slam shut.

The three of you exchanged confused looks.

“What's up with him?” Josh asked.

“Don’t know,” Jake replied, “He’s been like that all day.”

You all shrugged it off and continued your last minute preparations. People would be arriving soon and time was ticking before Ronnie would show up.

Before you knew it, Jake’s apartment was filled with people and the party began picking up. You spent some time with Jake and his girlfriend, in addition to some of your close friends. Sam came out after a bit of time and you saw him out of the corner of your eye, drinking, talking, and being a little flirty with some of the other girls there.

Girls always liked Sam. Well, that is, once he got his braces off, grew into his nose, and grew his hair out. He had always been Ronnie’s nerdy little brother up until a few years ago when puberty hit him like a truck. Now, his looks, combined with his brains, and the way he played bass on stage had girls fawning over him left and right. The craziest part about it was that he was kind of oblivious to it all.

Ronnie arrived right at her scheduled time and she was definitely surprised. Once she was there, the party really went into full swing. You took shots with her and all your friends, stole a few hits from random peoples’ joints, and screamed the lyrics to the songs on Jake’s party playlist. Everyone was having a good time and you were especially happy to see your best friend having the time of her life. For the time being, you actually forgot about Sam and the little fit he pitched earlier.

As the party rolled on, you stood in the living room, watching Jake and Josh go against each other in beer pong, screaming at each other from across the table and changing the rules as they went. As you looked to your right, you caught a glimpse of a little glow of orange light coming from Jake’s balcony. The silhouette of a tall, skinny, long haired figure was outlined by city lights in the distance.

You snaked through the crowd of people and walked out onto the balcony.

The noise of the sliding glass door opening caused Sam to turn around. When he saw it was you, he turned back around, not acknowledging you. The sounds coming from the party were muffled by the door and combined with the noises of the city in the distance. A slight breeze blew through the air, sobering you up a bit as it hit you.

You walked over to him and leaned on the railing. He was holding a red solo cup in one hand and a cigarette between his fingers in his other hand. He looked straight ahead, staring off into the city lights, taking a drag of the cigarette every so often and then hitting it on the railing so the ashes fell off.

After a few minutes of silence, Sam spoke.

“So what's the real reason why he’s not coming?” Sam asked, putting the cigarette out on the railing and flicking it off the balcony onto the empty city street below.

“I told you,” you began, “he couldn't make it.”

“Hmm, yeah, I don’t believe that for a second,” he said with a hint of attitude hanging on his words. He rested his elbows on the railing and took a sip of his drink, staring out at the city lights ahead of the two of you, still not looking at you. If there was one thing you knew about Sam, it was that he could see through a lie instantly.

“Okay fine. You want to know the truth?” you sighed. “The truth is, I, I didn’t invite him.”

Sam nodded his head slowly and raised his eyebrows almost as if he knew that was what you were going to say.

“Why’s that?” he asked.

“I didn’t want any drama tonight. I know you’re not exactly his biggest fan and-”

“That is an understatement,” he interrupted. He looked at you with that obnoxious smile on his face, like he had just won an argument.

You rolled your eyes and looked at him for a second before you got the courage to ask him what you’ve wanted to ask him for months now.

“Why don’t you like him, Sam?”

His smile faded and he took another sip of his drink before answering. “He’s kind of an asshole if I’m being honest. Not to mention he treats you like shit. There are so many other guys who would love to be in his position. You deserve someone better than him. And I think you know that.” He looked over at you and gave you a serious look.

You let out a sigh, closed your eyes, and shook your head. You’ve had heart to hearts with Sam throughout the years in the past. You were there for him the morning after he got arrested when everyone else was making it a joke and he needed someone to talk to. He was there for you even when he was on the road, listening to you cry on the other end of the phone over how stressed you were in school to the point of him writing essays on books you never read and sticking your name on them so you wouldnt fail your classes. You were always there for each other. But this heart to heart tonight was different. The two of you had never really discussed relationships before. Sam has had girlfriends come and go and he’s had relationship problems. But he never brought any of it up to you. That was a topic for Jake, Josh, or Danny. Similarly, any boy problems you had was a topic reserved for you and Ronnie.

“Sam,” you began, “Guys don’t like me. He’s the only guy who has ever paid even an ounce of attention to me. What do you expect me to do?”

“Have some self respect?” he replied harshly.

“Sam I already told you, guys don’t like me! This is all I’ve ever had. I have to take what I can get, okay?”

He shook his head and laughed, “No. Guys like you, trust me. They’re just intimidated by you.”

“Yeah right,” you scoffed.

“It’s true,” he began, “You’re pretty. You’re smart. You’re independent. Guys don’t like that. Guys are afraid of girls like you.”

He crossed his arms over the railing and dropped his head for a second before lifting it back up again and pushing his hair out of his face.

“Besides,” he continued. “I know someone who liked you. A lot.” he said, taking another sip of his drink and smiling to himself.

“Oh yeah? Who?” you asked bluntly, waiting for him to make a stupid joke.

“Danny.” he replied casually.

“Danny Wagner?” you asked, more confused than ever.

He nodded and smiled. You couldn’t believe he was ratting out his best friend like that. But you also were dying to know more. You knew he wasn’t lying to make you feel better either. For as long as you knew him, Sam never lied.

“Well, why didn’t he do anything about it?”

“Because,” he paused, “There was someone in his way. Someone else who liked you too. Someone who liked you first. And Danny’s too nice. He didn’t want to risk ruining a friendship or making things weird. And that other person, like I said, was intimidated by you.”

You hated how vague he was being. You were forced to put the pieces of his puzzle together yourself. You replayed his words in your head for a minute.

Danny, someone else in his way, and the risk of ruining a friendship.

When you looked back over at Sam, he was tracing the rim of his cup with his index finger, not looking up.

It was him. It was him who was in Danny’s way. It was their friendship that would be at risk if Danny did anything. It was him who liked you.

“You,” you whispered.

“Yeah,” he sighed. He looked to the sky, laughed to himself, and then looked over at you. “I’ve had a crush on you since I met you. I remember the day actually. You were in eighth grade and I was in seventh grade. It was Ronnie’s 14th birthday party. You came over and I remember you had on this sparkly lip gloss and I thought you looked really pretty. And I, I wondered, ya know, what any 13 year old boy would have wondered.”

He stopped himself, almost as if he was unsure if he should continue talking. But he continued anyway, “I wondered what it would be like to, to kiss you.”

He paused for a minute and extended his hand out to you. He brushed your hair back behind your ear and continued. His voice got softer as he spoke.

“And here we are again. It’s Ronnie’s birthday party, I’m looking at you, and I’m wondering the same thing that I wondered seven years ago.”

“You’re wondering what it would be like to kiss me?” you whispered.

He nodded slowly, biting his bottom lip. You watched his eyes move from your lips, to your eyes, and back down to your lips again.

“Why don’t you find out?” you asked quietly, moving your gaze to his lips. They were full and looked soft, with just a bit of shine to them.

Slowly, his face made its way closer to yours. His hand reached up, rested on the side of your face and wrapped around your head. His fingertips were rough and his hands were big, and cold. He rubbed his thumb over the skin right next to your ear and he pulled your face in towards his.

He breathed you in and closed the gap between the two of you. The kiss was slow, soft, and sweet. The taste of the sweet drink on his lips mixed with the lingering taste of his cigarette was intoxicating. Sam broke away from you and opened his eyes, leaving your faces just an inch apart. His hand still rested on your face. His eyebrows furrowed and his mouth hung open just a bit. He was looking into your eyes deeply. Deeper than anyone ever had before.

“I, I,” he began, “I’ve been wondering about what that would have been like for years. Now I finally know. And now I never want to forget it.”

You looked down for a second when you felt his fingers move down to your chin and lift it up so your eyes met his again.

Something took over you and you couldn’t help it. You needed more of him and you couldn’t wait. Especially considering he’d been waiting seven years. You connected your lips with his again. This kiss started off as soft as the first one but gained passion quickly as you both deepened it. His hand snuck around to the back of your neck and yours snaked up to his. His tongue slid along your bottom lip and you let him in, swirling your tongue over his. You gave the hair at the base of his head a little tug and he let out a hum.

You continued going for more of each other when the sound of the sliding glass door opening back up and the noise of the party flooding out to the balcony brought you both back to reality. You snapped out of it and turned your head quickly to see Josh standing there, leaning against the doorframe, with a huge smile on his face.

“Listen, I know you guys are getting out like, years of pent up sexual tension but, Ronnie’s wondering where you are,” he said, pointing at you. “And you promised you’d verse the winner of beer pong,” he said, pointing at Sam. “And that winner just happens to be me,” he said, pointing at himself.

You laughed, burying your face into the crook of Sam’s neck so Josh wouldn’t see how red your cheeks had just turned.

“We’ll be there in a minute,” he assured Josh.

Josh smiled and went back inside, muffling the noise of the party as the door closed with him behind it.

You pulled back from Sam a bit and he crossed his arms behind your back, still holding onto his drink between his fingers.

“So what does this mean?” you asked, running your free hand up his chest and taking a sip of the drink that was still in your hand. You looked up at Sam as you took a sip and watched the tiniest smile spread across his face.

“Dunno,” he replied. “But I can tell you this… You’re not driving home tonight and Uber’s are way too expensive this time at night in the city. And me? I’m sleeping in Jake’s guestroom tonight and the bed is very big, and very warm, and very comfortable. If only I had someone to enjoy it with. And I was thinking that I really want pancakes for breakfast tomorrow. If I only had someone to go get some with.” he teased.

“It sounds like we need to find you a girl, Sam,” you teased back.

“Oh I found one. And I waited seven years for her. So I’m not letting her go now,” he said, giving you a squeeze and pulling you closer to him.

You giggled and he gave you a soft kiss on the lips. You pulled away from him and started to walk back inside, grabbing his hand and interlocking your fingers with his.

“So, do you still have that sparkly lip gloss?” he asked, sliding the door open for you and gesturing for you to go in first.

“Sam, we will not be fulfilling your teenage wet dream fantasies any time soon,” you replied with a laugh as you walked back into the party.

The two of you stood across from Josh and Ronnie at the beer pong table. As Sam rearranged the cups on the side closest to the two of you, he looked at you and leaned in a bit.

“Oh also, I’ll tell you another reason why I didn’t like What His Name. One time he said B.B. King was overrated, and I never forgave him for that.”

You laughed and pushed yourself into him just a bit. “Sam, you have to learn to let things go.”

“I would do that, but if I let you go, we wouldn’t be here. Now would we?” He said, aiming a ping pong ball at a cup, letting it go out of his fingers, and watching it land perfectly into the cup he aimed for.

Author’s Note: I’ve never written angst before so I hope this works and people like it. Notice how it got cute and fluffy at the end because I can’t help myself? To the anon who asked for this, I hope I didn’t let you down. I truly had fun with this one so thank you!

Songs:

U2: I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For

Briston Maroney: Under My Skin

B.B. King: Please Love Me

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gretavansteph · 2 years

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be my baby | s.f.k

good morning!! happy Friday the 13th ! normally on these days nothing really happens to me but earlier when I was making breakfast I was adding a tiny bit of salt and then a big glob just plopped out onto my eggs and I just 🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️

anyway I hope everyone has a lovely day, I’m off to buy menstrual necessities despite the fact that I don’t want to leave my house but sadly, I must. This feels like a mini written vlog of me just over sharing and I like it

alsoooooo

MASSIVE thank you to everyone that has taken the time to read, like, comment, reblog, etc. any of my posts. truly makes me happy to see you guys enjoying the shit I cook up in my head 🤍

anyway this is long enough already SO

since I’ve written a good amount of angst I think it’s time to come back to the fluff

enjoy, my lovelies 😌

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When Sam was asked where he saw himself in five years, his answer always remained the same.

“Married, maybe a baby, definitely more dogs.” he would answer confidently every time, the biggest smile on his face.

When he met you, everything was amplified by a thousand.

It was love at first sight for him, no other girl in the world mattered to him except you. He’d kiss your feet if needed be, if there was a puddle he would let you walk on his back all to not get your shoes wet. He cherished the ground you walked on, always praising you and showering you with his love every chance he’d get. He gave you anything and everything you ever wanted, he was every girls dream.

And you were completely and utterly in love with him.

He did everything right, since the beginning. He treated you like a princess, insisted it was the least you deserved despite it being before your time as a couple. He treated you as if you were the rarest form of gold there ever was, much too valuable to ever be tainted and far too worthy of just any regular man. But Sam wasn’t just any regular man to you, which was why he was over the moon to have been the chosen one when it came to your affection.

When you had first met he was the one that had been instantly pining over you, though you had made it clear you only wanted to be friends. That didn’t stop him, not even close, if anything it motivated him even more. It was in his blood to never give up, you had come to find out after meeting his brothers.

“It’s a Kiszka thing,” his brothers had said, giving you the biggest and brightest smiles as if to say “you might as well give in now”.

But you had to admit, you loved the chase. You relished in the feel of being wanted by someone in such a pure and intimate way. Though it wasn’t much of a chase really, as he managed to all but tackle you at the 7 month long finish line. You gave in, once you realized the butterflies that fluttered in your tummy at the mere thought of him were never going to go away. They never once did throughout those 7 months, and they never did for the next 4 years.

Throughout your relationship he always kept you on your toes. Treating you to this and buying you that, cooking you this and singing you that. You did everything together, and neither of you would ever dream of getting tired of the other.

One of your favorite things to do together was listen to music in the comfort of your cozy living room, a random record spinning in the corner as you built a puzzle together. The others laughed at the two of you, but it wasn’t in mockery, except for the teasing comments saying how old you guys behaved when you were only in your early twenties. But it was an activity the both of you enjoyed. You enjoyed going out and getting drinks with everyone every once in a while, but lately the two of you had been loving just staying home, making dinner together then moving to the living room, one of you picking a puzzle and the other picking a record. The way it was decided who got what job, was through a good ol trusty game of rock, paper, scissors.

“Ready to lose?” you teased, getting into position.

Sam scoffed, rolling his eyes mumbling what sounded like ‘as if’ under his breath before beginning the countdown.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

Your hand flew out into the motion of scissors, while Sam’s hand went out flat on his palm. He pouted as you stuck your tongue out at him.

“No fair,” he mumbled. “Best two out of three!”

You rolled your eyes but resumed your position. “Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

And you beat him, again.

You giggled as he got ready for the last and final round, mumbling words of encouragement to himself only to lose all over again. Your head was thrown back in laughter as he pouted even more than before, arms crossed over his chest even going so far as to throwing a stomp of his foot into the mix. He always enjoyed picking the music, wanting to show you something new he had found on one of the many record store adventures you had both gone on, or ones with just him and the boys. Most of the time he would win, but tonight luck was on your side and you made sure to flaunt your win in his face as much as you could as you all but skipped over to the record player to pick the music for the night.

You sifted through your shared record collection, majority of them belonging to Sam but you had added a good amount to the mix. Doing a little happy dance as you found the one you were looking for, you slipped it out of the sleeve and popped it onto the record player, setting the needle in place before making your way to the center of the room where Sam was waiting for you, the puzzle he had picked out already opened and laid out on the coffee table.

“What did you pick?” Sam asked as you took a seat across from him.

“You’ll see.” you said with a smile as you began to sort through the puzzle pieces.

He didn’t press any further and you two began flipping the pieces over, connecting what you matched along the way. The beginning notes of the first song began to play, and Sam snapped his head up from the table to give you a knowing look. You gave him a big cheesy grin, and he couldn’t help but match it as he rolled his eyes playfully, shaking his head.

“You and this damn record,” he said, turning his gaze back to the puzzle.

The record you had picked was the soundtrack to Dirty Dancing. It was one of your favorite movies ever, and the soundtrack was absolutely perfect. It didn’t take long for Sam to realize it was your favorite, as it was the only movie you ever wanted to watch and you played the record any chance you’d get. You would spin it as you cooked dinner, pausing in between to pull him to dance with you. He loved pretending like he hated it, but he secretly loved it. You would catch him swaying to the music, tapping his fingertips on his knees to the beat, and he always wore the biggest smile as he spun you around the kitchen to the music.

“Oh hush,” you said. “You love it.”

He simply hummed, but the smile remained on his face as he snuck occasional glances at you while you worked quietly on the puzzle, listening to the music as you enjoyed each others presence. You continued working on your puzzle, which was one you realized you had never built before.

“Where did you get this puzzle?” you asked Sam after a while. “I’ve never seen it and it’s hard.”

The last part came out with a pout, making him smile, though he didn’t offer much information about the puzzle, simply saying he had found it on the shelf. You had been at it for what felt like ages, but really it had only been about 30 minutes, the damn puzzle was only half way finished. It normally didn’t take this long for you to build a puzzle, but this one was extremely hard as all of the pieces were black. When the light would hit them at a certain angle certain colors would pop up, but for the most part it was all black.

You let out a sigh as you pushed a few pieces away from you and towards the center of the table, and just as you were opening your mouth to complain an all too familiar tune sounded through the record player and you let out a squeal of excitement instead. You shot up from your spot on the carpet, stepping over towards Sam with your hand held out.

“Dance with me.” you said to him, to which made him let out a groan as you dragged him up and off of the carpet.

He wrapped his arms around your waist as you brought yours up and around his neck, tucking your head into his chest as you swayed to the sounds of Otis Redding.

These arms of mine

They are lonely

Lonely, and feeling blue

These arms of mine

They are yearning

Yearning from wanting you

And if you

Would let them hold you

Oh, how grateful I will be

You continued to sway to the song, and you kept on dancing as the next song played. It was the song that played during the love scene, and Sam knew, which was why he attempted to dip you the way they do in the movie, almost dropping you and him onto the ground as he did so. You were both a giggly mess as you straightened back up. You danced to the remainder of the song, but near the end you decided to go back to the puzzle.

You felt a tug on your hand as you turned to sit back down, and you turned to face Sam.

“One more,”

You gave him a look, he was never the one to initiate any of the dancing especially to this record. Normally he’d be the one itching to go and sit down, but not tonight. You grinned happily and resumed your position, tucking yourself into his chest as he held your intertwined hands close to his chest. As the next song began to play, you felt him begin to sway the two of you once more. You felt him lean down a little, feeling his warm breath on your ear, tickling as he began to sing.

The night we met I knew I

Needed you so

And if I had the chance I’d

Never let you go

So won’t you say you love me?

I’ll make you so proud of me

We’ll make them turn their heads

Every place we go

So won’t you please

Be my little baby

Say you’ll be my darling

Be my baby now

Oh, oh, oh, oh

The smile that took over your face as he sang one of your favorite tracks to you was one so big you were afraid it would all but fall off of your face. He had sang to you before, but not like this. This time it felt different, more intimate, like it was coming from him with some sort of underlying message. You couldn’t figure out what it was so you didn’t give those theories much thought, you simply cuddled into him more and let him sway you as he continued singing the rest of the song.

I’ll make you happy, baby

Just wait and see

For every kiss you give me

I’ll give you three

Oh, since the day I saw you

I have been waiting for you

You know I will adore you

Until eternity

You stayed in each others arms as the song came to an end, and when it did you turned your head upwards to face Sam, only to find him already looking down at you.

“What was all that for?” you asked, leaning in to his touch as he brought his hands to each of your cheeks, holding you in place. He simply shook his head with a smile before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. You felt your body melting into his, the same effect his kisses have had on you since the first one you shared. Which felt much like this one. Soft, yet firm, warm and filled with equal parts love and passion. Every time he kissed you it was nothing short of love that poured through his lips and into you, but this kiss in particular felt very different. You pulled away after some time as your lungs needed air, and without much else of a word he pulled you over to the coffee table where you were meant to finish the puzzle. You were so dazed from the kiss that you weren’t of much help, but a comment from Sam had you snapping out of your thoughts.

“All done!”

You blinked, one, two, three times as you settled your eyes on the now completed puzzle in front of you.

“How the hell did you do that?” you asked, your mouth slightly open due to your shock.

“One of my other many talents I guess,” he answered smugly, giving a small shrug of his shoulders.

You smiled at how cute he was, even when he was boasting about the many talents you already knew he had. You moved your eyes down to the puzzle, not seeing anything special except a full picture in black.

“So...what am I looking at exactly?” you asked, causing Sam to stand up excitedly to shut the lights off.

“You have to hold a black light to it,” he spoke, switching the lights off before he made his way back over to you.

You felt his presence behind you, his legs pressed against your back and you jumped slightly when something that resembled the feel of a flashlight was positioned in your hands.

“Okay, on the count of three shine the line on the table,” he instructed, and you voiced your understanding.

“1...2...3!”

You flicked the light on and shone it on the table, taking notice of how the once upon a time all black puzzle was now lit up, displaying different neon colored letters. You furrowed your brows in confusion, but before you could say anything you felt Sam’s hand come around and grip the wrist that was holding the flashlight, and he positioned it at the top left corner.

“Start here,” he spoke quietly.

You followed his instructions, and went about shining the light from left to right, revealing a few words as you went.

“Will.....you,” you read aloud, moving the flashlight down and over once again. “...marry,”

You gasped, your eyes widening as your eyes trailed over the rest, but it was another voice that had spoke the last word.

“Me,”

You turned to face Sam, who had moved over to switch the lights back on once you finished reading. He was now down on one knee behind you, a ring clasped between his thumb and pointer finger as he held it against his chest, specifically over his heart.

“Be my baby,” he spoke again, and you couldn’t help but smile as he quoted the song. “And do me the wonderful honor of marrying me.”

You felt your knees shaking, your lip trembling and your vision went blurry as the tears spilled from your eyes. You took a step towards him, looking down at him as he looked up at you with nothing but love filled hopeful eyes.

“Abso-fucking-lutely!” you all but squealed, throwing your arms around his neck as you tackled him onto the floor.

His loud laugh was the only thing heard for miles and miles, you imagined. You laughed along with him but it was more of a cry laugh as you sobbed within the arms of your now fiancé. You gasped at the thought and felt him pull you up into a sitting position, holding your hand in his. It took a few tries to get the ring on, both of your hands equally as shaky but once it was on it was staying on. You stared down at it in awe, then back up at Sam, complete and utter disbelief written on your expression.

“That puzzle wasn’t actually just on the shelf, huh?” you asked.

He shook his head no with a big smile. “I ordered it a few weeks ago, I’m surprised you hadn’t noticed it sitting there this whole time but I’m glad you didn’t.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest at his confession, hearing that he had this planned for weeks now made the butterflies in your tummy flutter like never before.

He pulled you into another hug, this time giving you a spin around the room, your laughs bouncing of the walls as the room was filled with nothing but love and adoration. Once he came to a stop your wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands coming to sit on both his cheeks, thumbs lightly caressing his face.

“What are you thinking?” he whispered.

You smiled, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss. Your kisses trailed over towards his cheek then back once more to his lips before you pulled back.

“Will you be my baby?”

He grinned as you repeated his words back to him, and you watched in adoration as he happily shook his head.

“Your one and only, baby.”

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y’all i’m an absolute WHORE for dirty dancing the sound track is TOP TIER i just had to incorporate this now excuse me while i go bawl my eyes out at the movie

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jordie-gvf · 1 year

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little star - sammy kiszka

summary : you and your sisters boyfriend have a good relationship, but will it turn into something more?

word count : 2.7k+

warnings : fluff, angst, language, arguing, bad boy danny 🫦, mentions of cheating, kind of friends to lovers, smoking, marijuana, parties, mentions of being drunk, mentions of vomit, dismissing someones feelings, four year age gap

enjoy!

Out of all Noel’s past boyfriends, you loved Sammy the most. He had treated you like his little sister. You two hung out together, just you two. You would smoke together. Whenever he came over to the house, he would hug you first, and say he missed his little sister. You would go to his on your own,

You parked your car in his driveway and called out to him,

“Sammy?”

“Oh, Y/N/N, I missed you!” he said to you.

“I missed you too and I miss my Rosie! Where's my Rosie girl?” You asked him.

“She's upstairs with Danny,” he told you. You went upstairs and heard Danny on the piano. All of you had been close, ever since Noel had started dating Sam. You walked into the music room, as Sam called it, and saw Rosie on the couch. She got up and walked over to you, tail wagging in excitement.

Danny got up and hugged you. You and Danny had been the closest out of all of you. You sat on the couch as Danny played, listening to him. Rosie was cuddled up next to you. Sam came up the stairs and saw you staring at Danny as he played. He smirked and looked at you, he motioned his head over to Danny and raised his eyebrows. You shook your head and laughed. Rosie got up and you went to the bench to sit next to Danny.

He smiled at you as he played and scooched over to let you sit. He asked if you had anything in mind to play, you shook your head and let him play whatever.

Sammy came over to you and asked if you wanted to smoke with him. You nodded and got up, saying bye to Danny and wrapping your arms around his neck from behind.

You followed Sam downstairs and he grabbed a few joints. He handed you one and you two sat in the backyard on his bed swing, together. You grabbed your lighter and lit the end.

Whenever you two would smoke together, things got personal. You would let out some random story about one of your high school hookups to him. He would let out something about him and Noel's relationship, nothing sexual, just stuff he needed to get off his chest. He put his hand on your knee and sat up.

“Listen, before we get too high to function, I need to talk to you about something.” He said.

You sat up and asked, “Is everything alright??”

He nodded and told you, “Danny has a bad track record with girls. I need you to listen to me when I tell you, he's not good for you. I don't want to see you get hurt. I've been with Noel for 5 years, which means I've known you for 5 years, and I know how easily attached you get.”

You scoffed and said, “For the record, Sam, you don't know anything. Why does it matter to you if I date Danny or not?” You got up and went inside, him following you.

“Y/N, turn around and look at me. I don't want you to get hurt, I love you too much. I couldn't stand watching you deteriorate, that's why it matters to me, because I love you, you're like my little sister and I need you with someone who's going to treat you right.”

You looked at him and said, “Whatever Sam, I'm leaving,” went out to your car and left.

After you had gotten to you and Noel's home, she saw you looking visibly upset in the kitchen. She looked at you and said, “Sam told me to keep an eye out for you, what happened?” She sat you down at a bar stool and you explained to her,

“Your boyfriend tried to give me relationship advice. He told me to watch out for Danny, that he has a bad track record. How could he talk about his own best friend like that? He said he doesn't want me to get hurt, that he knows how easily I get attached, but sorry Noel, your boyfriend doesn't know shit.” You got off the barstool and went up to your room. You showered and then went out to the balcony.

You grabbed your pipe off the dresser and sat outside in your chair. You heard Lindsay, your other sister, knock on your door. You told her she could come in, that you were outside. She came over to you and said, “I heard the whole conversation. You know what I think? I think he's become emotionally attached to you, he doesn't want you to date Danny, because he wants you to date him.”

You looked at her in astonishment and shook your head, “He's dating our sister, he doesn't want to date me. Besides, he's 24, and I'm 20. That's kind of weird.”

“Me and Fernando are 6 years apart. It's not weird, I think you need to talk to him, alone. No Danny at the house, you two should meet somewhere,” Lindsay said.

“I don't want to see him right now, give me a few days.” You said to her. She got up from the other chair you had and slid the door closed. You continued to smoke, alone.

Your mouth had started to get dry, but you remembered you had water in your room on your nightstand. You opened the balcony door and went over to your nightstand, head down. You grabbed your water, ready to take a sip, when you saw Danny in the doorway.

He came over to you and asked you, “You need a smoking partner?” You nodded and told him to follow you. You two were on the balcony when he spoke up first, “Y/N, I'm going to be honest with you, ever since Sam introduced you to us when you were 18, i've been in love with you. You and Sam started hanging out, and he would tell us about his day with you. When you and I started hanging out alone, it was so riveting to me. Y/N, will you be my girl?”

Your mouth hung open and you said, “I would love to be your girl, D.” He smiled and kissed you. He pulled away and said, “Finally.”

A few days later, you and Danny decided to tell everyone you were dating. You had told Lindsay the day of, considering you two were attached at the hip. He wanted to tell the guys together with you.

Sam was hosting a party for Fourth of July. You, Noel, and Lindsay were invited and were going. Lindsay was the only one who knew about your relationship with Danny.

The three of you showed up first, then it was Trinity and Josh, then Catalina and Jake. Danny showed up last, a girl with him. You had never seen her before, but Danny told you she was his sister, Josie, that she was visiting. You and Josie had gravitated towards each other, you two were close in age.

Sam was making jungle juice in the kitchen and Jake was outside grilling. You waved to Sam in the kitchen, but he ignored you. Danny came up behind you and put his hand on your lower back. You two went to take your spots at the outdoor table, next to each other. Lindsay was on your right and Danny was on your left.

Next to Danny, was Sam. You were dreading the conversation of telling everyone today. Jake brought the burgers over to the table and all of you made your burgers. You made mac and cheese, Danny brought macaroni salad. Rosie was under the table at Sam's feet, eating her food that Sam brought out.

Everyone had noticed that Danny had his arm around your chair. You reached into your purse and pulled out a joint. You and Danny had passed it back and forth. Sam took notice of this, as it was usually you two that shared weed. Danny stood up and said, “Y/N and I are dating. We have been for about a week.” and sat back down. Sam looked up at him astonished, then looked at you, angry. Noel was next to Sam, trying not to go off on you. Jake and Josh, had no care in the world and Josie was happy for you two.

You grabbed everyone's paper plates and went inside to throw them away and get more drinks. Sam followed you into the kitchen. You were opening the trash can when he said, “Are you fucking kidding me? Really? After I tell you not to be with him. You completely disregarded my worry for you!”

You turned around and said, “What I do with my life is no one's business but mine. Who I sleep with and who I date, is also no one's business, Sam.” You filled your cup and walked back outside. You could tell something was off with Danny. You sat next to him and smiled at him, nothing. You thought nothing of it, until when you started talking to him and he said, “Can you just shut up, please?” and turned his attention back to Jake.

You slumped back in your chair and stayed quiet, not wanting to deal with this right now. Sam had invited his neighbors over to light fireworks. Josh and Jake were manning the fireworks when Sam came up behind you and asked, “Having fun?” You nodded and he said, “You should be, with your new boyfriend,” scoffed and walked away from you.

He sat down in his chair and you walked over to him. “What the hell is your problem?!” you asked him.

He looked at you and said, “Let's not do this here.”

“Well then let's go inside then, because we need to talk. Right now.” you scolded him. You walked inside and he trailed behind you. You two went into the first floor guest bedroom, the room you usually slept in. You sat on the bed and he sat directly next to you.

“Why do you have such a problem with me dating? What's wrong?” You asked him.

He responded with, “it's not that I have a problem with you dating. I have a problem with you and him dating.”

“Why?! Why does it matter to you who I date?” You had stood up and yelled out to him.

“Because I love you! Okay? I don't want to date Noel, I want you. I have been wanting you. I don't love your sister anymore, not since she cheated on me. God, I am so in love with you, you have no idea.” he said, equally as upset.

You shook your head and said, “No, you don't. You're just mad I'm with Danny.” He stood up and chuckled, “Why are you invalidating my feelings? Can't you see that I love you? Isn't that enough?”

He grabbed your face and you pulled away from him. “Sammy, I can't. I love Danny.” you said and left the room.

You and Sam hadn't talked since that day, six months ago. You were depressed as all hell. You missed your best friend. It's not like you could ask Noel, she cheated on him again. You two got into an argument about that,

“How could you cheat on him, again? How hard is it to stay loyal? He never once did anything to you. You are a wicked bitch.” you remember yelling at her.

“Why do you care so much?! Are you in love with him or something?” she had said to you.

You were quick to shut that down, “No, but he was my best friend at some point, and I will always defend him. No matter who it is!”

You had thought about your relationship with Danny that night. You were happy with him, but he didn't seem happy with you. He would always disappear at parties you two would go to together. You had found him once, passed out on someone's bedroom floor, choking in his own vomit.

You had pushed him to stop drinking so much, that he was slowly killing himself, and he yelled at you. “Don't tell me what to do with my life. You're not my fucking mother.”

You started distancing yourself from him. He would only call you or text you whenever he was horny or if he needed weed. Your relationship with him was slowly deteriorating.

Josh and Jake had thrown a New Years Party and Danny had invited you to go with him. You drove over to Danny's and you left. You arrived hand in hand, but by the end of the night, you couldn't find him. You sat on the front steps of their house, blunt in between your fingers.

You had not brought a jacket, not expecting to be outside for most of the night. The front door had opened and out walked Sammy, a furry jacket in his hand.

“Saw you from the window, shivering. Figured you might have been cold.” he said, sat down and handed you the jacket. You said thanks and grabbed it. You wrapped it around your shoulders and Sam wrapped his arm around you, holding you close to him, warming you up.

“Where's Danny?” he asked you.

“No fucking idea, left me alone in the kitchen.” you told him. He scoffed and shook his head. “I'm sorry, Y/N.” he said. You asked, “for what? You didn't leave me alone at a party.” He rested his head against yours and said, “Not for that, just for everything that happened six months ago.” You smiled at him and placed your hand on top of his.

The front door opened and out walked Danny, drunk as all hell. “Hey princess, need you to drive home. Can't see straight. Hey Sam.” Sam waved to him as you got up, taking his keys from him. Sam looked at you from the front porch with pleading eyes, silently begging you to stay with him. You mouthed to him, “I'll talk tomorrow,” and went over to the car. You strapped Danny in the front seat. You made your way to the driver seat and got in. When you two got back to his apartment, you two took your shoes off and went into the bedroom to change. You were in the closet, getting clothes when Danny asked you, “Do you still love me?” springing one up on you.

You looked over at him and nodded, “Of course I still love you, what makes you think I don't?” He glanced at you and said, “Baby, I see the way you look at him. He was your best friend before we started dating. You need to tell him.” You started crying and said, “Danny, I'm so sorry.” He turned to you and said. “It's alright. Come here. It's alright.” He scooped you in his arms and embraced you as you sobbed. “Go, I'll be fine here. I've got Paco,” he picked the little dog up and put him in the bed and laid down. He called out for you and you turned around, “Go get him, tiger.” he said.

You ran to your car in your pajamas, a shirt and pink flare sweats. You called Josh and asked if Sam was still at the party. He said no and you drove straight to Sams.

When you got there, you noticed a different car in the driveway. You got out of your car and knocked on the door. A girl opened the door, who looked like Jake. “Hi, I'm Veronica, Sam's sister. What can I do for you?” she said.

“Hi, I'm Y/N, Noel's sister. Is Sam home? I really need to talk to him.” you asked her.

“Y/N? What's wrong? Have you been crying?” you heard from inside. Sam walked over to the door and Veronica left the door, leaving you and Sam alone.

“Sammy, I love you. I loved you before July 4th. I just never said anything, you were with Noel. Sammy, I've been in love with you since we were in high school.” you told him, not even inside the house.

He gave you a blank stare for a few seconds, but slammed his lips against yours. He pulled away and said, "Noel is gonna kill us, little star”

You looked up at him, he threaded his hand on the side of your head. “As long as I die loving you.”

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hyperfixated-gvf · 1 year

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Chapter 3

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner | Rated Explicit | Words: 4.2k

Warnings: Language, angst, nudity in the form of skinny-dipping, age-appropriate foolishness

Chapter Summary: Sam pulls away and Danny is left wondering what the hell he did wrong.

In collaboration with/edited by @gretavanfreaky

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As they headed further south down the coast, playing shows and passing through Connecticut and New Jersey, then Virginia, and finally approaching their next venue in the very southern part of North Carolina, the colors of the kaleidoscope leaves slowly but surely began muting in vividness until they all seemed to be a greenish-brown - like time was slowly rotting away at them, instead of making way for new life to grow.

It wasn’t nearly as beautiful, but it didn’t really matter at all to Danny, who spent so much time in his head that the outside world could have been on fire and still, the only thought running cyclic through his mind would have been:

What have I done?

Sam had barely talked to him, barely even looked at him since they had gotten tangled up at the peak. They’d been so high (in every possible way) and he’d thought that maybe as they came down, one of them would muster the courage to talk about it, but Sam had only driven them back into town, to their hotel, where they’d met up with Jake and Josh, who’d apparently left their friend’s house earlier than they’d anticipated because of something they’d said about the band.

Soon after that, it was like a flip had switched, and Danny had no clue why. Sam had been into it – the kissing, the touching, the orgasming – he’d been joking with him, so what had Danny done wrong? What had changed in the short couple of days that had them going from fooling around, what he’d thought had extended past just experimenting with their bodies and maybe encroaching on…feelings and shit to this silent state of a cold shoulder and obvious disdain?

All he got were one-word answers when he tried to start conversations, sometimes nothing at all, and he pursed his lips and furrowed his brows when Danny talked, these days, as if the sound of his voice couldn’t be more unwelcome if he tried.

Before, Danny knew his role. He was the mediator, mostly, but when push came to shove, they were a pair and he was in Sam’s corner.

But it was like Sam didn’t want him there anymore.

Right now, they were in the van, riding rather quietly to another hotel. The air was on, even though they were less than a week from Thanksgiving, making this one of their last shows before flying back to Michigan.

They were also exactly one week and two days from what happened at Pike Peak - Danny was hopelessly, perhaps pathetically, keeping track of it, as if watching the memory of it fade with the color of the leaves would make him feel better.

It didn’t. In fact, it only made him feel worse.

Their tour manager had informed them with an apologetic frown, when Josh had asked, that they wouldn’t be able to stop by the beach this time, because the timing just wouldn’t allow for it. Plus, if any of them got sick from the frigidness of the East Coast ocean water at this time of year, then they’d basically have to cancel the last two shows, since they were so close together.

Jake and Josh were both still trying to convince their band babysitter to let them just see the ocean, to feel the sand.

“You guys literally have beaches in Michigan,” he sighed, obviously unphased by the constant pestering of the twins to get what they wanted.

It was a quick gasp and argument from the two older boys. “That’s not the same and you know it! Sam, tell him about that gnarly cut you got on your foot,” Jake demanded, pulling in the attention of his little brother, who sat quite unusually sullen in the seat just behind them, but right in front of Danny. “You remember? From that broken champagne bottle?”

Of course Sam remembered. He’d been put on crutches for the entire time that the stitches were healing and hadn’t had to wear a proper shoe on that foot to school - that wasn’t something someone just forgot.

He’d milked that injury for all it was worth, and they’d gotten special permission from the principal for Danny to leave class early so that he could help Sam with his books.

“Yeah,” Sam agreed, voice scratchy from disuse. He cleared his throat and tried to brush the thought of Danny out of his head. “Those beaches suck ass. Buncha rich people on the other side of the lake always dump their trash and it washes up and then you get your feet cut open ‘cause of it.”

He was glad that his brothers weren’t annoyed with him anymore after having to clear out the middle seat so that he could claim it. Well, he was glad that Jake wasn’t annoyed with him, because it was his guitars that they’d had to find new homes for. All 6,452 of them, even though Jake didn’t need them all for a tour as short as this one was.

They’d all grumbled at the hold-up when they stopped in Massachusetts for gas and ended up staying for closer to 45 minutes rearranging instead of the 10-minute ‘fill-up and stretch your legs’ stop that it was supposed to be.

But as glad as he was that Jake was no longer pissed at him, he still couldn’t find his usual pep and response that he got when they were this close to the holidays, and the idea of spending some time with his parents and their dogs was imminent. He had his own bed to look forward to, a kitchen and warm meals, time away from the band to pursue some of his other hobbies, and yet…

He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to shake this guilty, gnawing shamefulness that had been ballooning inside of him.

It started when they got back, and he was no longer in a blissed-out state of happiness in what felt like a fairy-tale land – the real world hit him, and he…he freaked himself out. Which wouldn’t have been a big deal if it didn’t snowball into this giant, sharp-toothed anxiety that stabbed him in the gut when he thought about the repercussions of their relationship.

He’d never been one to consider repercussions seriously, but when it came to Danny, there was no way that he couldn’t. The face that he’d fixed Sam with when he asked for the middle seat to be cleared out so that he could stretch his legs, though…Sam had felt like he was gonna to throw up, and it only added to the guilt and shame that had been brewing in his chest.

Because now, on top of being an asshole for starting something he couldn’t morally finish, he was also an asshole for making Danny sad on multiple accounts.

In all honesty, he hoped Danny hated him for it. He hoped Danny saw him for the asswipe he was instead of doing what Sam knew he would do and agonize over it like it was his fault, but he couldn’t even turn around to peek at him without simultaneously feeling like he was going to spontaneously combust in stomach-dropping shame and tummy-turning, guilty arousal of all things.

So, he settled on moping with his one-person pity party and tried to ignore what he was almost certain was the whisper of Danny’s stare on the back of his neck.

It was.

They’d gotten into plenty of arguments over the years, even ones where either Danny or Sam stopped talking to the other for an indefinite amount of time. But this felt different. Like a line had been crossed and Danny could only sit and stare at it as he and Sam diverged from their places side-by-side.

There was no more stage banter, he no longer caught Sam watching his drum solo – Sam had even gone so far as to choose to get dressed in the bathroom, if they weren’t given separate dressing rooms, and only emerged once Jake called them all together for their pre-show rituals.

Every time, it made Danny’s face burn with humiliation and shame. The only plausible reasons he’d do it were if he didn’t want to see Danny get undressed, or if he didn’t want Danny to see him get undressed – as if Danny would…would do something inappropriate.

He knew that his brain was coming up with the worst possible explanations, but Danny had dived too deeply into the “what ifs” and the insecurity and the doubt that being rejected brought. And this time, he didn’t have anyone to drag him out in the way Sam’s tough love did.

Danny’s phone pinged and he pulled it out, thankful to have a reprieve from the desolation he was sinking into.

Jake: I hope you packed a swimsuit, cause we’re going swimming.

The message was sent to all four of them, and Josh immediately sent back, “Ain’t no swimsuit for me, I’m flashing the fishes.”

Danny huffed out a chuckle, but only hovered over the messaging box, watching Sam’s upper body to see if he would check his phone, as well.

Sure enough, his shoulder moved and his head tilted down, but instead of his other arm joining in to reply, Danny saw no ellipsis to signify there would be any response from Sam, and he returned to his previous position without responding at all.

Danny was stuck – did he initiate the interaction by opting to sneak down to the beach and offer an olive branch to Sam? Or did he wait for Sam to agree and then tag along with so that Sam could only backtrack or be forced to stay with the group?

In what he could only classify as a cowardly move, Danny refrained from answering and closed his eyes, letting his actual exhaustion drift to the front of his mind so that he could have an excuse for his lack of response.

It worked, until three hours later when they reached their hotel and he was awoken from his restless daze by the sound of the doors opening from all directions.

“Wake up sleepyhead,” Josh said from behind him, grabbing his bag from the back. “We’re here.”

Danny hummed and disengaged his seatbelt, noting that Sam was already climbing out and Jake was right behind him. He was the last to grab his bag, and their tour manager came trotting out from the lobby with their keys in hand.

“It’s a share night, tonight, boys,” he said, offering one pack of keys to Josh and one to Danny, since Jake and Sam were still rummaging around the back of the van for their bags.

Share nights were rather common, just to save money on short stops between venues or one-day shows where they were packed up and on the road again before they got to sleep in the bed.

Danny took the keys without thinking, still a little bit out of the game from being jarred awake so late at night, and then turned around to get in line for the game of ‘where’s my bag in this pile of tour shit?’

But when he finally tuned into the conversation that was happening between Sam and Jake, he stopped short and his blood ran cold before shooting up to heat his face.

“Will you just switch me tonight? It’s the last shared stop of the leg, and I–”

Jake crossed his arms, face marred in a Kiszka frown that reeked of stubborn resolve and a slightly patronizing judgment. “I said no, Sam. Clean out your ears.” Sam’s lips thinned and Danny could see the frustration take over in his posture and expression, but he stayed silent. “Josh and I had to throw a bunch of shit together last time ‘cause we were late, so he’s got some of my stuff and I’ve got some of his.”

Sam refused to look at Danny, even though he knew he was there. He’d meant for the exchange to be quiet, so that Danny didn’t know he was trying to switch room partners, but Jake apparently hadn’t caught on to his hushed request and decided to blurt out that Sam was a horrible friend to the entire world.

“That’s fine, then,” he mumbled instead, turning from Jake to Danny. It was still difficult to look him in the eye and not embarrass himself with an erection at the memory of his closed eyes, open mouth, wild, wet hair splayed across the seats– “Can I have a key?”

Jake didn’t drop the issue at first, and he glanced at Danny with an uncharacteristically apologetic look in his eye, “Why do you want to room with Josh so bad, anyways? It’s always been you and Danny–”

“I said it’s fine, Jake,” Sam snapped, pinching the edge of the card and slipping it out of the paper holder before handing it back to Danny. “Drop it.”

He stalked off towards the entrance of the hotel and tried to ignore the stares from his brothers and their tour manager. His mood didn’t change as he entered the room, and he claimed one of the beds then immediately began his nighttime routine, ignoring the door out of humiliation when it opened and shut again, signifying Danny’s presence.

But Danny appeared in the doorway of the bathroom, and Sam quickly looked down when they met eyes through the mirror. “Jake and Josh were asking if you wanted to join – we’re, uh, sneaking down to the beach for a little bit. They’ve already scheduled an Uber.”

“No thanks, I think I’ll stay here. I’m tired.”

He hated how short his tone came out to be, but he really wasn’t in the mood to deal with anyone. The stress from his lamenting and the pressure that he was putting on himself was taking its toll, and with the already existing effects that touring had, he was achy, homesick, exhausted, and restless all at once. And, to make matters worse, he wanted a blunt, but Josh had the whole stash in his room.

Danny nodded and backed away from the door. It was obvious that Sam wasn’t going to change his mind. “Oh…okay, yeah, I’ll tell ‘em.”

Perhaps once upon a time, Danny would have been excited for the challenge – usually, it was Sam trying to convince him to break rules, and having the opportunity to flip the scripts would have been a ‘once in a blue moon’ kinda thing. But considering what happened after the last time he initiated something that was slightly illegal, Danny wasn’t brave enough to really push the envelope this time.

So, he grabbed a random pair of shorts to use to swim in, or not – Josh definitely could have been serious about skinny dipping – and absconded to the hallway to meet with the twins, knocking on their door when they didn’t come out. Danny felt a bit of a fool standing in the liminal space of a hotel corridor alone.

Josh opened the door with a grin, but narrowed his eyes when he saw Danny standing by himself. “Sam didn’t come?”

Danny certainly would have felt a little bit of an outcast and very dejected had Josh not followed up Danny’s responding, “No, he said he was too tired,” with, “That little rat-bastard of a brat child.”

But that’s exactly what happened, and Danny realized that their little situation had been noticed by the twins after all.

“I’m gonna go wrangle Sam,” Josh whisper-yelled back to Jake, and Jake, from in the bathroom, made a noise of assent.

If there was anyone who could drag Sam along with them in their shenanigans, it was Jake and Josh – that was, after all, the reason they were Greta Van Fleet as they were. If they didn’t have that innate, older-brother power, they’d have been hard-pressed to find a bassist with the natural musicianship that Sam had.

Danny lingered at their door after giving Josh his key, and soon Jake appeared, starting down the hall to the elevators. The other two would catch up, Danny knew, so he followed Jake in, staring at his blurry, distorted reflection on the metal wall. “So is Josh actually planning on skinny dipping?” he asked, slipping his hands into the pockets of his joggers.

Jake snorted and peeled the waistband of his own sweatpants down an inch, revealing nothing underneath them. “He’s not the only one. Are you actually not planning on skinny dipping?” he shot back, a tease in his tone. “Lame.”

“Hey now, I haven’t said anything about not doing it!” Danny defended, tucking his shorts behind his back, even though Jake had already seen them. It was all fun and games, though, and he didn’t really care all that much in the end.

“Your safety shorts say otherwise,” Jake sang, sauntering out of the elevator with all the confidence in the world.

Sometimes, Danny wished he could be more like Jake. A lot of the time, actually. He had a swagger that Danny wanted to match – a level of cool that he was sure they’d all grow up and laugh at, but in the moment, served him better than anything else he could have been, and that was admirable. But at the end of the day, honestly, he was just glad to be his friend.

That thought swiped the smile off his face.

It was that way with Sam. Had been, at least. The way he loved Sam to a degree that it shouldn’t have shocked him that he’d begun to feel a certain way once he was introduced to a world in which Sam was, for all intents and purposes, touchable. Attainable.

But he’d rather have Sam as he was than what they were now. They’d been good, and then Danny had to go and fuck it all up. He knew in his head that it was both of them – that he wasn’t the sole instigator – but it didn’t matter when the dust settled. He was still at least partially at fault, and at this point, looking back at the haze of weed and arousal, he was convinced that it must have been him who initiated the kiss, else Sam wouldn’t be acting this squirrly around him.

The Uber was already parked outside the hotel when they left the building, so they sat in the back seat, making conversation with the driver until Josh and a very pouty Sam came through the sliding doors.

“Look who decided to join after all!” Josh said cheerfully.

Sam did not reflect the attitude.

Josh pushed Sam towards the back seat, where Danny had been delegated the middle, and Josh took the front, listening in and contributing to Jake and the driver’s continued conversation while Sam and Danny sat silently.

They were both ramrod straight, and their legs were drawn tightly together so that they only touched on bumps. Danny was a little apologetic that it meant he had to squish Jake a little bit, but with Sam still pissed at him, he didn’t want to contribute to it by being oblivious.

He’d play along for now, and maybe after their break, everything would resolve itself, and Sam would forget about the whole thing and forgive Danny by the time they all met up again after Christmas.

But that was then, and now, the car stopped in a small parking zone near a wooden pier. They all said their goodbyes and got out, the salty air and sounds of the waves perking them up a little. Sam actually looked a little bit excited to be out and about, now, and Josh had already stripped off his shirt.

“Wait, are you – are you actually going swimming?” Sam asked, staring at his brother incredulously because, as well as the sound of the ocean was lifting his spirits, he still wasn’t gonna be stupid. “Because it’s pitch black out. And you know that sharks hunt at night, right? And that the East Coast is notorious for shark attacks?”

The twins shrugged and started walking towards the sounds of the ocean. “We’re not gonna go too far in! Just enough to get our feet wet.”

The other two followed the older boys, and Sam continued to question their sanity. “Then why are you taking your shirt off?” He got no answer and grumbled, “I’m gonna end up interviewed for Shark Week.”

Danny chuckled, seizing the opportunity to spark conversation. “Well, at least we’ll still have our 15 minutes of fame,” he joked.

Sam didn’t laugh. “Yeah, I guess,” he said instead, before speeding up to be closer to Jake and Josh.

It wasn’t hard, not with his long legs and their short statures, and Danny was hot on his heels, obviously dejected if the sound of his feet dragging over the wood was any indication.

God, he couldn’t stand himself. But even Danny’s soft joking sent flashes of panic through Sam, and he felt hot and cold and clammy simultaneously, like he did when Rachel Griggs palmed him over the pants for the first time – like he had a stupid schoolboy crush.

And that was a better analogy for this, because Sam wanted everything except Danny not to like him, but that was all he seemed capable of doing in the face of feelings he didn’t recognize and an anxiety that wouldn’t subside.

“You’ll get in with us, right, Danny?” Josh asked, and Sam silently prayed that Danny would say no. The last thing he needed right now was Danny succumbing to a shark without making things right.

He just didn’t know how to do that properly, right now.

It didn’t seem he was a favorite right now when it came to prayer, though, and Danny said, “Yeah, of course. Never been ocean swimming at night. And I’m willing to take the risk.”

“YOLO!” Jake joked, sighing when his bare feet hit the cool sand.

Sam blinked. Was he being hyper-sensitive to everything Danny said, or was that last part about risks geared toward him? “Well,” he said grumpily, his good mood dissipating in the blink of an eye. “I’m staying on solid ground and away from the dangerous fish in the water.”

His words were dismissed almost immediately, and everyone was shucking off shirts and pants and oh god Josh was actually serious about skinny dipping, and it seemed that everyone else was following his lead, as well. Including Danny, which Sam had to avert his eyes from for boner prevention.

But at this point, Danny was so in tune with what Sam was doing at every point in time they spent together, yet unable to read him like he had before, and seeing him look away so quickly with that grimace on his face almost made Danny pull his skivvies up and sprint back in time to the rental car, tell Sam that they couldn’t go hiking because it was gonna rain, and then avoid all this drama and disappointment entirely.

“Since when have you been such a goody two-shoes, Debby-downer?” Jake scoffed, baring himself to the open water and shivering in the wind.

“Ask me that after you get fucking hypothermia, and maybe I’ll have an answer for you then,” Sam deadpanned.

Josh let out a maniacal laugh, and then started waltzing towards the black abyss that was the ocean. “We laugh in the face of danger, and keep our dice on the table when odds are against us - have you learned nothing, brother?” he dramatized, putting the first foot into the ocean and tensing up. “But shit is this water gonna hurt.”

There was a sudden ‘whoop’ from beside Sam and he snapped his head towards the sound. The next thing he knew, Danny was throwing himself into the ocean, yelling profanity and unintelligible sounds while Jake and Josh cheered him on.

Sam, though, was frozen in disbelief that Danny would actually be so reckless. Did he feel like he was overreacting? Maybe.

But he was the one who took risks that would land him in hot water (or…cold), not Danny. And he could only believe that this sudden outburst of rash behavior was partly caused by what transpired in Vermont or, at the very least, how Sam responded to what transpired.

It wasn’t that Sam was actively trying to dissect every choice Danny made and trace a string back to their hookup, but it seemed like too much of a coincidence to look at it any other way.

In all honesty, though, he knew he was lying to himself. He really was searching, because even if he couldn’t have Danny as a lover, or what seemed like even a friend, then Sam would rather have him hate him than be totally apathetic to the things that should — that would — have mattered.

He was angrier at himself than he was at Danny, and worried that his friend was going to get himself sick and take more heat for having to cancel shows than what was due.

But it was more than that. He was worried that this would change them forever; worried that their friendship was the wax on Icarus’ wings, and that the moments of bliss they had shared, the sun that would melt it instead of lighting the way for them to fly together.

And Sam didn’t want to see them plummet.

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basiccortez · 2 years

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Ghosts- S. Kiszka

Prologue word count: 1.k masterlist playlist warnings: mentions of suicide, death, guns, drinking, drugs, sex, anger, near death experience, murder.

Art by @capturethechaos

THIS IS AN AU. A complete work of fiction. Nothing in here is a reflection of how the boys act or how they are. It is purely an act of fiction.

After the sound of that final shot rang out, he looked around the chamber at the hanging dead body and at his best friend. His eldest brother had made his way up the stairs in silence, not bothering to look back at them. Danny gave his best friend a look, before nodding to one of the guards standing by to help him bring the dead body down.

Danny undid the chains that held up Francisco’s corpse and let him drop to the ground with a thud. Sam jumped at the sound and quickly turned around, following up the same stairs his brother went to. Sam walked out into the backyard, seeing Josh sitting in a chair in the back. Two bodies were strewn across the ground, the aftermath of the tragedy that took place moments before. Sam stood next to his brother, the sight almost peaceful, the white scene being tainted with blood splatters and bullet shells.

“Why-”

“He didn’t want to live without her,” Josh said, answering Sam’s question, “He wrote a note a couple days ago, changed some things around with the will. I think he knew all along something like this could happen.”

“What do we do with them?” Sam couldn’t look away from the bodies. Her perfect white dress had a large blood spot from where the bullet had pierced her skin.

“Reaper’s on his way,” Josh said, pushing himself up from his chair, “Gianni said they’ll decide on what they want to do with her, let us bury her in the family vault or they take her back to Italy.”

Sam nodded, as Josh patted his shoulder before walking back into the house. Sam took in the silence of the backyard. His eyes clouded with tears as he sat down in the chair Josh was once in. Sam held his head in his hands as he sobbed. Sam didn’t allow himself to feel, he had been hiding his emotions for years, something he had to do when Jake showed up at MIT and dragged him home.

Sam was angry at Jake. Angry that he had gotten his way out, something that Sam had wanted for years. Sam had seen this moment, but the roles were reversed. Jake was the one alive, his heart beating in his chest, his blood warm, and Sam was the one on the ground, a self-inflicted bullet wound to his head.

“You fucker. . . you motherfucker!” Sam yelled out, “How could you fucking do this!? You coward! Your love got torn away from you and you make us all suffer! How the hell is that fair?!”

Sam ran a hand down his face. He didn’t even know if he had tears to cry over Jake. All he could see was red. Red in anger, red in envy, and the red blood on the ground. He took a deep breath and pushed himself up from his seat, and made his way into the house. He didn’t even bother to look at the faces of his two living brothers as he went straight to his office. Sam sat down in his chair, looking at the bottle placed in front of him. The bottle of Irish Whiskey that was given as a gift to celebrate Jake’s engagement. Sam bit his lip, reaching forward and opening it.

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It had been three years since that fateful day at the Kiszka Mansion. The images of the two lovers laying side by side in peaceful death were forever ingrained in the mind of Samuel Kiszka, the youngest of the three boys. He was the one who found Jake, and it took Josh and Danny to pull him away from the mafia leader's dead body. Josh had the lovers buried in the Kiszka mausoleum, side by side, like they would want.

It took Sam months to get over that day. Every time he closed his eyes, the image of his sister in law falling into his brother's arms would play. Sam could still see the look of fear in both of their eyes, something he never wanted to see. Sam would wake up in the middle of the night, screaming for Jake and his wife, only to have Josh barge in and hold him, as he sobbed.

He found solace though, drowning the images in booze and pussy. He spent most of his days staggering around the clubs fully plastered. Danny usually brought him home, carrying him bridal style to his room. Sam was basically useless to the operation of the Mafia, and he didn’t have an issue with that.

If it were up to Sam, he never would’ve joined his family business. He wanted nothing to do with it, ever. He thought he had escaped it, going to MIT and studying software engineering. But after the death of Jake’s first fiancé, they needed Sam. Sam was too smart for his own good, being able to design and hack into software people only dreamed of doing. Sam had protested and begged his older brother to let him stay in school, to let him have a normal life, but Jake refused, leading to a huge argument between the two.

“Just because you couldn’t protect your girlfriend doesn’t mean you have to ruin my life!”

“I’m not ruining your fucking life! I'm saving it!”

“No. you’re placing your guilt for not being able to save Katherine on me.”

Jake stormed over and grabbed his baby brother by the neck, slamming his body up against the wall. Even though Jake was a little shorter, he was stronger, holding on to his brother's throat with a tight grip. Sam stuttered out breaths, gasping as he tried to get his brother to let go.

“You will do as I say. I'm in charge. You got that shit, Samuel?”

“loud and clear, Jacob”

Sam finally snapped out of his mood after Josh got hurt. He broke down, crying to Danny in the middle of the night. He couldn’t lose anyone else in his family. Josh and Danny were all he had left, and he’d rather die than lose one of them. So Sam dove in full force into the business. With Jake gone, they all had to take on more responsibilities. Sam had taken over the financial side of things, splitting promoting duties for the various clubs with Danny. Sam had become a zombie of who he once was, helping build back relationships that had been broken and buried along with his brother.

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thisiswhatlifeisworth · 2 years

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Sam Kiszka x Reader

warnings: angst. angst, angst, angst. apparently, I wanted to destroy my own feelings with this one so I strung together a handful of angst prompts. the tiniest bit of swearing. allusions to nudity.

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It started out slow. Meals you usually had together would get missed because of schedule conflicts. Phone calls or texts would go unanswered for hours, both of you playing phone tag only to get the other’s voicemail. But you would both always be home together at the end of the day to watch a movie or listen to a record to wind down before bed.

Then, small signs of affection that used to be so frequent came less and less. No more pulling your legs into his lap when you were sitting on the couch together, coming home with one coffee for himself instead of two like he always would, and quick kisses (that at one point you couldn’t have paid him to stop giving you whenever he could) became all but non-existent.

Your friends said it was normal, that the two of you had been together so long that a rut was bound to happen sooner or later. He said it was nothing and he was preoccupied with preparing for tour. You knew they were both full of shit.

When it finally came time for him to leave for tour, you were shocked when he wanted you to take him to the airport instead of an Uber or riding with his brothers. You made light small-talk on the drive over, he even pulled your hand from your lap so he could give it a quick kiss and hold it over the console. For the first time in months, you felt light a weight had lifted off both of you and that maybe your friends were right.

Pulling up to the curb to drop him off for his flight, you smiled and waved when you saw Jake and Josh waiting for him. You got out to help him with bags and so you could take over the driver’s seat and he pulled you into him after he closed the trunk. You smiled up at him as he squinted down and brushed your hair out of your face. Even though he was wearing his sunglasses, you could have sworn you saw a look you’d never really seen him give you (sadness? regret? guilt? you couldn’t tell.) and as you leaned up to give him a kiss goodbye, he cut you off with a kiss on your forehead that lasted a little longer than usual.

“I better go before Jake loses his shit” he chuckled, finally pulling away from you.

“Yeah, okay… Have a safe flight.”

“I will. I’ll call you when we land, okay?”

“Okay, love you.”

He smiled and you saw that same look you had seen a minute ago, “You, too. Get home safe.”

You kept in touch as well as could be expected with time differences and your work and school schedule. The conversations were always relatively short but normal enough but with each call he started sounding further and further away.

After a couple of months, there was a break in the tour and they had a handful of days off before they had to head back out on the road. You asked if he wanted you to pick him up but he said he would find a ride since he was going out with his brothers and that he would see you at home later. So instead, you took the time you would have spent sitting in traffic there and back, and got ready to see him for the first time in a while. You cleaned up the house, took a shower and did a little pampering, put on an outfit you knew he loved, and got out one of your favorite bottles of wine. By the time he had gotten home, though, you had drank half the bottle waiting for him and had shut yourself in your shared bedroom, watching a mindless movie to try to assuage your anger.

Pausing the movie, you heard him kick his shoes off and set his keys down by the door. You thought he would come straight to bed ready to apologize but instead you heard the door to the hall bathroom shut and the shower turn on after a couple of minutes. Deciding that if he wouldn’t come to you, you were going to go to him (half because you were still feeling the effects of that half bottle of wine, and half because you missed your boyfriend) so you quickly got out of bed and crept down the hall to the bathroom. You slipped in as quietly as you could before stripping down and pulling the curtain back a bit.

“Want some company?”

He jumped a little, pushing his hair out of his eyes and turned to you, “Shit, you scared me. Not tonight baby, I’m almost done.”

Suddenly feeling extra exposed and embarrassed, you muttered a small “oh” before quickly picking his t-shirt up off the floor and throwing it on.

“Hey,” he said, stopping you before you could get to the door. He reached for you hand and pulled you closer once you grabbed onto his, “I’ll be in bed soon, okay?”

All you could do was nod.

“Okay.” He smiled before giving you a quick kiss and closing the curtain, going back to his shower.

Back in your room, you couldn’t do anything besides sit on your side of the bed, your mind going a million miles a minute. You were embarrassed, hurt, sad, and so confused. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t hear him come into the room, only looking up when you felt the mattress dip down beside you.

“Sam?” You couldn’t look at him for this. You kept your stare locked on your hands on your lap. When did they start shaking?

He didn’t answer, but you could see him turn to you out of the corner of your eye. You both knew what was coming.

“There’s something you’re not telling me.”

He tried to take your hands in his, but you pulled them away, looking up at him, expecting to see some neutral or even cold expression only to be met with his brown eyes tearing up just like yours.

“Who is she?”

He closed his eyes and shook his head, “There’s no one else.”

“Please don’t lie to me. You owe me the truth, at least.”

“I’d never lie to you. I promise, there’s no one else.”

“Then what is it?” You couldn’t help the panic rise in your voice as you finally turned to him to look at him head on. “What’s been going on? You’ve been so distant, and I can’t figure out why. Did I do something?”

“No.” he said almost immediately, “no, you didn’t do anything. I just-"

“Just what? If it’s not because of someone else, and it’s not something I did, then what is it?”

It was his turn to stare down at his hands, you heard him take a couple shaky breaths as you got down on your knees in front of him, pulling his hands to get him to look at you.

“Why can’t you talk to me? Don’t you trust me? Don’t you love me?”

His face crumbled and all of the air felt like it was sucked out of the room. He tried so many times to get the words out, but he didn’t need to, his face said it all.

After what felt like forever, you had both moved yourselves so you were sitting on the floor shoulder to shoulder, resting your backs against your bed.

“So. When did you stop loving me?”

“I don’t know.” You snorted. “I don’t. It’s not like I woke up one day and it was gone. But it just… happened.” He sounded so defeated, like he knew he had failed you.

“We were supposed to grow old together.”

“I know.”

“I love you so much, Sam.”

You heard him sniffle, “I know. I am so, so sorry.” It was the most genuine he had sounded in months.

“So what do we do now?” you sighed, scrubbing your hands over your face, before looking over at him, trying to take in as much of him as you could.

“I’ve been looking for a house.” He said, clearing his throat. Been. Not going to. Been. “I know it will take some time to sort everything out so I’m going to stay with Daniel.”

Every time he opened his mouth, new, hot tears sprang to your eyes, “Wow. So you’ve really put thought into this. This is really happening.”

He shook his head, as if to clear it, “There isn’t anything you’ve done wrong, I couldn’t spring this on you and expect you to move out.”

“Right.”

“Y/N,” you looked at him, waiting, “I really am sorry.”

“I know.”

“Come on,” he sighed, standing up and pulling you with him. Pulling back the covers on your side of the bed, he held them up while you crawled in. After tucking them around you, he turned to leave.

“Sam?” you called out, your voice sounding so tired and small.

“Yeah?”

“Can you stay?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, flipping the light switch before crawling into his own side of the bed, immediately holding his arms out for you to curl against him, giving you both one last night together.

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welightthefire · 2 years

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Coming soon…

sam kiszka x female!reader

Summary: The way people exist in our lives is left up to our own perception of them. To some, these people could seem to place every singular star in the sky each night with the delicate touch of their hands. To others, these same people could be the cause of a cataclysmic earthquake, shattering everything they knew about their world around them. For you, he was both.

General warnings: ✯ Angst // ❂ Fluff

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readyforthegarden · 2 years

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Could you do 21 and 36 (angst) with Sam, please?

So....what made you want to destroy my heart and set it on fire? Hmm? HMMM??!?!?!??

21. “You can’t just act like nothings wrong when it is!” and 36. “Don’t tell me to calm down!”

It had been weeks. Maybe a month now, since you first felt it. You kept trying to tell yourself that it was just you, you were just anxious because of the big project presentation at work was coming up and there was still so much to do for it, and it was seeping into your relationship.

But still, you thought back to that night. That small movement of Sam tugging his hand from yours at the table was different. He was a hopeless romantic in most cases, and always made sure that if he was pulling away from you, for most any reason, it didn't leave you in a lurch. But the quickness and almost carelessness of how he pulled his hand away after you gently took it in yours under the table, felt off. The first fissure in your relationship.

Since then, you began to notice changes in his actions towards you. Kisses were short, or placed on the forehead and cheeks, or not at all. He slept with his back towards you, and you could tell when you would wake in the night that sometimes he was on his phone, the dull screen light illuminating his side of the bed. Conversations were mostly one-sided, monosyllabic answers being his go-to now. You also figured out that you were getting less and less invites out with him. He'd tell you it was a work thing, or his brothers needed him for something, and you'd nod and tide yourself over with leftovers or a frozen meal. It wasn't until Jake texted you asking if you were feeling better that you started to get angry.

You waited up for Sam tonight. It was almost one in the morning, and you were debating if you should've just thrown the bag you packed into your car and let him come home to an empty house. But no, you needed answers, and you needed them now.

You heard his keys jingling in the lock and rolled your shoulders back as you straightened your posture on your seat on the couch. The couch you helped him pick out, and where he first told you he was in love with you. When he walked in and saw you sitting there, you could tell as his face fell, this was it. The end.

"Is there something you want to tell me, Sam?" you asked quietly. You watched as he tossed his keys in the key bowl. He slid off his coat, hanging it up in the closet, letting the tension between you thicken and build. You wanted to scoff; everyone considered Jake the dramatic Kiszka, but Sam could put him to shame with his theatrics.

"What do you mean?" he finally asked, standing in the entryway to the room, leaning against the wall. You held back the eye roll and took an even breath.

"Do you want to tell me why you've been so distant lately?" you rephrased the question. Sam sighed, looking annoyed and tired.

"I haven't been distant, I'm just busy lately." he answered, lying through his teeth. "C'mon babe, let's go to bed."

"Sam," you shook your head. "Something is going on. I know it, I can feel it."

"I don't know what you're talking abou-"

"You can't just act like nothings wrong when it is!" you finally let go of your calm demeanor, glaring at the tall man across from you. "Something is wrong, and something has been wrong for a while." Sam stared at you for a moment, and the only sounds in the room where the two of you breathing.

"I'm sorry." he conceded, looking down at his feet like a dog that was being scolded. You were bubbling with rage now. No way did he get to play the victim here.

"Who are you fucking, Sam?" you asked through clenched teeth. "Who are you staying up and texting while I'm asleep, huh?! Does she make you happy?! Does she fill in the gaps for you where I fail?!"

"Y/N, calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down!" you seethed, glaring at him. "You fucked someone behind my back. You cheated, Sam."

"It just happened." he said softly.

"Oh, and then it continued to happen, you just fell and your dick landed in her by accident every time? How fortunate for you she was there to catch your fall."

"Y/N, I'm sorry." Sam looked up at you, bleary eyed. "I didn't want it to end like this."

"Do you love her?" you asked. You met his eyes, staring him down, daring him to answer honestly. "Or do you think you're falling for her?" Sam was quiet for what seemed like hours.

"I do." those two words smashed your heart into millions of pieces. The two words that you and Sam had, only a few months ago, teased each with as they talked about the possibility of marriage. You pushed past him, grabbing your keys and the bag you packed with everything of yours that you could find and would fit.

"I hope you have a really great life, Sam." you told him as you opened the door. "I hope you are in love with her, and you two make it work. And I hope as soon as you're sure nothing could go wrong, that she breaks your fucking heart. Just like you did mine." Sam opened his mouth but you slammed the door shut behind you, moving to your car as quickly as you could, and tossing your bag inside. You wasted no time backing out of his driveway and taking off, clutching the steering wheel as tears poured down your face. You tried to think positively, at least to get yourself to stop sobbing as you drove. Thinking of this new life you were going to lead.

A new life back in your own place, where you could play pop music whenever you wanted.

A new life where you could hang out with your friends instead of his brothers.

A new life without having to eat mostly vegan all the time.

A new life....without Sam Kiszka.

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sacredjake · 7 months

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Teach Me- Part Three

pairing: Professor!Sam x 21+ College Student Reader

word count: 7.8K

warnings: 18+MDNI! cussing, fluff, small angst, drug use (weed), oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex, penetrative sex, nicknames, soft sammy. let me know if i missed anything!

part 3 is finally here! i apologize for the long wait, i hope this made up for it. huge thank you as always to @malany-gvf for letting me talk through my ideas with her. and a thank you to @gold-mines-melting & @ageofhearingloss for helping as well <3 love y’all! linked below is a song that inspired bits of this, and a visual of sammy :) enjoy and thank you so much for reading and waiting!!

Stars On The Ceiling

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The leaves outside had turned from lively green to vibrant shades of reds, oranges and yellows signifying that fall was here, and a month had passed since that day in Professor Buckley’s office with Sam. Since then things had only progressed. The… relationship between the two of you developed more into just that. A relationship.

Nothing was made official per se, but the foundation of your connection wasn’t based on just sex. Sure the sex was good. Like really, really good, but that wasn’t what kept the you tethered to one another.

Everything about the two of you just made sense. You shared almost all the same interests which lead into constant conversations about practically anything. With Sam it was just so easy. The flow was natural as if you were meant to be with one another in some way.

Sam was kind, funny, extremely smart, spontaneous and incredibly sweet. He was also just an overall goofball and sometimes a smartass, but you admired every part of him you’d come to know on a personal level. He never failed to make you feel anything less than special, and made sure to constantly tell you in case his gestures didn’t already show it.

While you avoided going out together in public, he would still take you on dates to a neighboring town. Neither of you were willing to risk getting caught by anyone who didn’t already know, which was a short list of just Macie, and Sam’s best friend Danny. You had met Danny several times as he and Sam are roommates, and you got along great with him. He was kind and funny, and practically perfect for Macie, who was dying to meet him.

Which is where you were headed right now.

When you had told Sam that Macie wanted to meet Danny he came up with the idea for the four of you to head over to an arcade in the next town over as a group. Sure it was more of a set up for your two best friends, but they didn’t really need to know that. You each had just told them that since they were the only two people who knew, that it would be nice to hang out with friends together. Both of them agreed to go almost immediately.

“Will you please stop that, you’re stressing me out.” Your eyes were trained on the road as you drove, but you could see Macie squirming in her seat every few seconds. It was driving you up a wall.

“I can’t help it, y/n! I’m nervous!” Macie exclaimed with a huff, wringing her hands in her lap. You let out a breathy laugh and set your hand on top of hers to stop the movement.

“It’s just Sam, Mace.”

You knew that Sam was not, in fact, why she was so nervous, but you were hoping maybe it would make her laugh. And it did, kinda. It was more of an annoyed laugh than a genuine one.

“He is not who I am nervous about! I’m nervous about meeting Danny!” With the movement of her hands ceased, her leg began bouncing up and down violently against her seat.

“Danny is not in any way intimidating, okay? Just calm down, you will get along just fine.” You tried to give her your best reassuring smile, but the jerky action of her leg made you falter. “And for the love of god stop bouncing your leg!”

Her knee froze and settled down on the seat with a muttered “Sorry”, unaware of the subconscious action.

When you pulled into the parking lot of the arcade you were able to spot Danny’s car quickly along with a spot in front of him. This was definitely an intentional move on your part. You knew the guys would be waiting in the car for you and Macie to arrive, so by parking in front of Danny you were able to get Macie’s immediate reaction.

“Oh. My. God…” She did fairly well at making herself look busy so that she wouldn’t be caught gawking at Danny through the windshield.

“You didn’t tell me he was a fucking greek god!” Macie exasperated in a hushed tone like she was afraid they would hear.

“Are you going to keep pretending to look for something in your purse, or are you going to get out of the car?”

You didn’t leave her the option to reply as you opened your door and stepped out of the car to greet Sam and Danny. Danny looked like the usual Danny you saw at their apartment. He was wearing a backwards cap over his gorgeous curls, a loose t-shirt, black skinny jeans and white vans. Very Danny, which was cute. Sam’s outfit was also very Sam, and was easily one of your favorites. He was wearing an oversized white button-up with pops of color on the shoulders, and a pair of fitted gray trousers. His hair was down and wavy, looking absolutely flawless as always.

“Hey toots! About time you two showed up.” Sam beamed at you, grasping your hand pulling you in for a quick kiss. When you pulled away you pushed his shoulder lightly and laughed before greeting Danny and introducing Macie.

“While you two have technically already met,” You gestured between Macie and Sam, “You’ve never met in person, so… Sam, Danny, this is Macie. Macie, this is Sam and Danny.”

“Nice to know you’re more than just a floating head!” Sam smiled brightly as he shook Macie’s hand, his comment earning a laugh from your best friend. Danny just shook his head at Sam, way too accustomed to his antics.

“Ignore Sam, he’s an idiot.” Danny muttered to Macie, his voice still loud enough for you and Sam to hear. They shook hands as she laughed, smiles stretching both of their faces.

“Hey, I happen to be working on my Master's degree right now!” Sam scoff feigning offense, a hand over his chest.

“Come on you two,” You rolled your eyes playfully and started pulling Sam towards the entrance of the building, “We have games to play and I can’t kick all of your asses if we stand out here and listen to y’all argue over whether or not Sam is an idiot.”

“Whether or not I’m not an id- Wait, did you just say you were gonna kick our asses?” You looked back at Sam briefly, shooting him a cheeky smile and humming an ‘mhm’.

“Oh, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, honey, but I am quite the champ at laser tag. No way you’re kicking my ass.”

There was an unintelligible whisper from Danny behind you followed by Macie’s giggles that led you to believe he had made fun of Sam in some way. You both chose to ignore whatever he had said and continued to walk into the building.

The first thing everyone decided to do as a group was play a game of bowling. It was a nice way to talk and still play some sort of game, the conversations between Macie and Danny flowing easily as you suspected. You got to learn more about what Sam was like growing up, and they were told all about your college escapades.

Not shocking to you, but shocking to the guys, Macie beat everyone at bowling. It was a little secret you kept to yourself that she was oddly good at the game. Danny seemed quite impressed whereas Sam vowed to take her down in laser tag later in true Sam fashion.

“I’m pretty hungry, is anyone else ready to eat?” Macie dropped her ball off at the return rack, the rest of your group in tow.

“I could go for some food right now.” Danny agreed.

“I’m okay right now, might check out some of the arcade games.” You lied as you placed your ball on the rack. While you were definitely hungry, this was a great opportunity for Macie and Danny to get to know each other.

Sam opened his mouth to respond and you shot him a warning look, trying to telepathically tell him about your plan. You knew he was probably going to say that he could eat. When he caught your eyes he stopped talking and gave you a weird look before realizing what you were doing.

“Yeah I’m with y/n, I can wait a bit. You two go ahead and we’ll meet up later for laser tag?”

The four of you went your separate ways. Danny and Macie to the bar for some lunch, and You and Sam to the arcade portion to play a few games. Together you picked a few two-player games, each of you winning one here and there. Even when you played a game meant for only one person, the other would play after keeping up the friendly competition. Eventually you both decided you’d play a round of skee-ball and then grab a bite to eat.

“You’re pretty sneaky.” Sam nodded his head over to the bar area before throwing his ball up the ramp. Following his gesture your eyes landed on both of your best friends chatting away as if they had always known each other.

“I just knew they would hit it off,” You admired them a few seconds longer before returning your attention to your own game, “They look cute together anyways. I hope it works out.”

Sam hummed in approval, taking his last shot and landing the ball in one of the one hundred slots. The machine lit up wildly with lights, and bells rang making it known to everyone that he had scored a hundred points. He grabbed the tickets that spewed out of the game and walked over to watch your last throw.

“Think they know this was kind of a set up?”

“Maybe, but I don’t really think they care all that much. They seem to be enjoying each other’s company.” You threw the last ball and watched as it sank into the fifty point slot. Sam snagged the tickets that had dispensed and handed them to you.

“Should we go pick out a prize, babe?” He waved the absurd amount of tickets in his fist around, wiggling his eyebrows. You nodded your head with a smile and grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers with his as you walked towards the prize room.

----------------------------------

“What is that?” Danny eyed the box tucked underneath Sam’s arm as the two of you approached the laser tag area.

When you finally made your way over to the bar for a bite, Danny and Macie had already left so they didn’t get to see the prizes you had picked out. Macie had texted you letting you know that she and Danny were going to do a quick ax throwing session while you ate and they’d meet up with you at laser tag after.

“It’s my prize!” He held the rectangular box out so they could get a better view of it, excitement written all over his face.

“A lava lamp? That’s pretty sick.”

“Hell yeah it is! Cost me all my tickets.” He beamed, looking over the box again like a child on Christmas morning. His reaction when he first saw the item was absolutely adorable and you urged him to get it. It was a pretty cool lamp too. The base of it was black with silver stars littered about, the ‘lava’ inside was a neon, lime green color and the light inside was blue.

“What did you get y/n?”

“I didn’t really see anything I liked, so I helped Sam get the lamp.”

It was partially a lie. You had seen something small that you wanted, but Sam’s reaction to the lava lamp convinced you to do whatever it took to get it for him. Even if that meant you spent your tickets on him. Seeing his joy was worth more to you than the silly item you saw.

The four of you continued to talk until the game before yours ended. Macie and Danny recounted their ax throwing experience, noting that Danny was a natural while Mace struggled a bit. To which of course Macie said that she was just going easy on him because she had already beat him at bowling and felt bad.

Finally your group was called to start your game. You entered a prep room, vests and laser guns lining the walls. The room was mostly dark, the only light illuminating it coming from black lights that reflected neon paintings on walls. Each of you stood by a vest and listened as the worker went over the rules and basis of the game. Once he was done explaining everything, he instructed everyone to put on a vest before opening the door to let you inside.

The goal was simple, you were split into two teams. You and Sam against Macie and Danny. The objective was to hit the opposite players as many times as possible with the laser from your gun. Hits to the shoulder sensors were worth ten points, the back and chest were worth twenty-five.

Each team would also have a base in which they should be guarding. Hitting the base from far away was worth fifty points and hitting the base from underneath was worth a hundred. While this particular set up was meant for larger parties, the four of you decided it would still be fun.

As soon as you entered the main room Sam pulled you through the maze of walls and objects towards your base. The clock had already started and there was no time to waste.

“Alright so here’s what I think our plan should be. I know Daniel is gonna stay and guard the base, so I think you should stay here while I go down.” From the top of the base you could see the entire playing floor, including the other team’s base. The black lights illuminated neon barriers and walls throughout the course along with more artwork.

“Are you sure? You’re wearing a bright white shirt and I’m wearing black. You’ll be an easy target for either one of them. They won’t see me coming.”

The sides of his mouth twitched up as he thought about it, amusement spread across his face. He grabbed your face in his hands and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

“You’re so smart, did you know that?” He dropped his hands from your face and turned you around to the stairs leading into the main floor. “Now go get us that win, I’ll cover you from up here as best as I can.” His hand connected with your ass cheek, sending you on your way, but not before you threw a playful glare over your shoulder at him.

You jogged down the stairs making sure your steps were soft in case Mace or Danny were nearby. Staying close to walls and under the bases, you made your way over to the other base. You figured if you couldn’t see the other base, they couldn’t see you from the aerial view.

Out of the corner of your eye there was a flashing light that streaked by, signaling that someone was close. You pressed yourself into the corner of the wall and waited to see if whoever it was would come closer. Within a few seconds, Macie walked by. She was walking away from you, her back exposed and not noticing you were there. You took the opportunity to shoot her back plate several times before running to safety in another tucked away spot.

From this spot you had a clear shot of their base. While it wouldn’t earn you the maximum amount of points, the shots would earn fifty each time. Until you were found or could get closer, this was a great option. You were also hoping that maybe it would draw Danny out since you were so close.

You started firing round after round after round at the giant sensor on the roof of the base. Each round made the object light up with red alarm lights and an automated voice signaling that the base was under attack. You kept shooting at the base until you felt your vest vibrate repeatedly. Danny had finally left his spot and found you, shooting at your chest as quickly as possible.

Not wanting to risk him racking up more points, you ran by him and back towards your base, a new plan formed in your head.

“Alright so when you see Danny leave the base, you need to run over and shoot it from underneath. I’ll take the hits from him, but if we both shoot the base then we'd be able to outweigh whatever he scores off me.” You were out of breath from running back to your base, chest heaving and slightly bent over.

“That sounds like a great plan. We only have like ten minutes left of game time, I think we should wait a little while.”

“Agreed. Once Macie sees you’ve left the base she’ll come running over here. We can’t give her a lot of time.”

“Start with five minutes left?” You nodded in agreement and straightened back up placing your hands on the back of your head.

“Are you gonna come stay at my place tonight? We could put on a movie, order some pizza and relax? Maybe smoke a little if you wanted?” Sam asked as you caught your breath.

“Yeah, that sounds nice. We can use your new lava lamp too.” His face lit up at your response, smiling fondly at you.

“I got something else the other day that I think you might enjoy, but you’ll have to wait to see what it is until later.”

“Ooo so mysterious.” You grinned back at him, wondering what he could’ve possibly bought.

The next few minutes passed with the two of you trying to decide on a movie to watch for tonight while keeping an eye on Danny and Macie. With five minutes left in the game it was time to move.

You followed the same path as before, tucking yourself back into the previous corner. And as before you started shooting their base as quickly as the trigger would allow. It didn’t take very much time at all for Danny to find you, however, by the time he had reached you, Sam had made it underneath their base. The look on Danny’s face was absolutely priceless, realization and shock setting in.

“Son of a bitch!” He shouted quickly, turning back where he came from to attack Sam. You followed behind him, laser aimed at his back the entire way and lighting him up with each hit.

By the time he got back to the base and Sam, it was too late. Twenty seconds remained on the clock and Sam had already scored well over a thousand points. There was no catching up.

“Oh c’mon Daniel, you have to hand it to us, it was pretty clever. Don’t be such a sore loser.”

“I am not a sore loser.” Danny rolled his eyes at his best friend with a grumble, arms crossed over his chest. You were all standing out by your cars just talking shortly before heading your separate ways.

“Whatever you say, Danny,” You teased, “To be fair, I did warn everyone that I was gonna kick their asses.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Both Danny and Macie waved you off as you walked by them to open your car. Sam was following behind you to say goodbye, and give Danny a moment with Mace.

“Alright so I’ll see you around 6?” Sam was leaned in close to you, arms resting on the top of the open car door between you.

“Yeah, I think that’ll work.”

“Perfect. Let me know when you make it home and are on your way over? I’ll order the pizza when you’re headed my way.”

“I will, and you do the same please.” He simply nodded in response before leaning in to kiss you and say goodbye.

You got in your car and shut the door with Macie following not too far behind. There was nothing but silence while you navigated the beginning of your journey home. Although you definitely noticed the small grin plastered on your best friend’s face.

“Did you have fun? You and Danny hit it off pretty well?”

“Uh… Yeah,” Her cheeks pinked more and more by the second, “I had a good time. He, uh, asked for my phone number so we could hang out just the two of us.”

“Oh hell yeah! See I knew you two would get along so well!”

“Yeah, Yeah.” She rolled her eyes playfully at you, still smiling. “Thank you, though for introducing us. He’s really sweet and funny, and definitely super hot… I just hope he’ll actually text me.”

“Mace, he’ll text you. Danny isn’t the type of guy to lead someone on.”

“I didn’t get that vibe either, which is nice, but we’ll just have to see.” You nodded your head showing that you understood what she was saying while keeping your eyes on the road.

The rest of the car ride home was filled with talk about upcoming school assignments and plans the two of you had together with your other roommates. The four of you hadn’t hung out in a few weeks partially due to school work, but also because you were spending a lot of time at Sam’s. Macie had been covering for you and keeping Sam’s identity a secret for now.

Chloe and Sadie knew that you were seeing someone, but you wouldn’t tell them who. Not that you didn’t trust them of course, but the less people who knew, the better. It kind of sucked because you wanted to do nothing but gush about Sam to your friends constantly, but you weren’t willing to risk anything.

Eventually you made it home, running inside long enough to change, pack a small overnight bag, grab your backpack and freshen up before you walked back out the door. While you had spent the whole day with Sam, you were eager to see him again so soon. You were especially ready to relax and hang out with just him.

The air was chilly, wind sweeping through your hair and cutting through the thin material of your cardigan that you wrapped tightly at your sides. You walked quickly through the small parking lot to his apartment, trying to lessen your time outside. Sam met you at the door, already having it open since you texted him that you were there.

“You look a little chilly there, Bug.” Sam called out leaning up against his doorframe. He was wearing a red crewneck and a pair of black sweats with a blanket draped over his shoulders, and no shoes but fun tie-dye socks adorning his feet.

“Me? Chilly?” You chirped between chattering teeth, “Never. Not at all.” You laughed slightly, your body shaking even more due to the shivering.

“C’mon let’s get you inside. I have pizza waiting anyways.” As you walked through the threshold he pulled the blanket from his body and wrapped it around yours instead. With the door shut behind you, his hands returned to the tops of your arms rubbing up and down and placed a light kiss on your cheek.

“Go ahead and get comfy, I'll bring in the pizza and drinks.” He said, ushering you towards his bedroom. You followed his instructions and made your way to his room through the decently sized apartment.

Kicking your shoes off next to his door and dropping your bags next to them, you climbed into his bed noticing the lava lamp from earlier now sitting on his nightstand. It must’ve been on for hours already, probably since he got home, the ‘lava’ flowing to the top and floating back down steadily. The small lamp fit in nicely with his room.

While you waited for Sam to join you, you pulled out your phone to busy yourself for the time being. A text had popped up onto the screen from Sebastian, and you opened the messages app to see the preview of the text first. The text that had come through from your older brother made your heart drop to your stomach, and your stomach drop to your ass, panic flooding your entire body.

Are you at Oakridge? Thought I saw you walk into Sam Kiszka’s place as I was leaving Brandon’s.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You sat there completely frozen staring at the text, wondering what the fuck you were going to say. When Sam walked in with the pizza and drinks your eyes shifted from the screen to his face. Immediately he could tell something was wrong, stopping just at the foot of the bed with the pizza still in hand.

“Everything okay?” He sat the pizza box on the bed before moving to the side and setting down the waters on the nightstand. Your eyes followed his movement, never once leaving him.

“My brother just texted me… He asked if I was here because he thought he saw me walking into your apartment.”

“Oh fuck…” Sam ran a worried hand through his hair before it settled on the back of his neck.

“I don’t know what to say.”

Sam rubbed the back of his neck while he thought up a lie as to why you would be here. Sure you were in his class so maybe you needed help with something outside of class, but that’s still unprofessional. With each passing moment the expression you wore grew more worrisome, your face becoming more pale. He sat on the bed across from you with criss-cross legs and gently took your hands in his.

“Hey it’s gonna be okay, I can tell you’re freaking out, but it’s gonna be okay.” Sam tried to reassure you, his soft brown eyes locked on yours looking more downturned than usual. You looked like you were going to cry, eyes becoming red and shiny nearly breaking his heart.

“Daniel is a tutor. Just tell him that he’s tutoring you in one of your classes because midterms are coming up. He knows that Daniel is my roommate and does tutoring on the side for extra cash. He’ll believe it.” He handed your phone to you before placing his right hand on your cheek. “It’s going to be okay, no need to worry right now.”

You nodded your head silently and unlocked your phone again, the screen still on the messages app. Sam’s hand on your cheek found new purchase on your knee resting lightly and giving it an encouraging squeeze.

Yeah I am. I needed some extra tutoring for one of my classes since midterms are around the corner, and Danny Wagner is my tutor. I had no idea he was Sam’s roommate.

Both of you waited for a moment, watching as Sebastian read the text. The text bubbles at the bottom of the screen danced while he typed his reply.

Oh okay. Should’ve just asked me, I could’ve helped.

A sign of relief exhaled from your lips, your shoulders dropping from the release of tension. His response was normal, something he says every time you tell him about tutoring. You typed a quick reply explaining that he had enough on his plate and you didn’t want to overload him before looking back to Sam.

“He bought it, thank god. I was really freaking out,” A meek smile spread across your lips, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being calm and calming me down. For not getting angry. You have a lot more on the line than I do…” Your voice drifted off into a whisper. The Ex’s in your past would have never handled a situation where they could face serious reprimands so calmly, and certainly would have blamed you. Tears pricked your eyes distorting the vision of Sam gazing down at you softly.

“Oh, sweetheart… C’mere.” He moved to sit up against his headboard, pulling you to sit between his legs once he settled. You leaned into his chest, your back laying flush against him with your head resting in the center of his chest. He pressed play on the TV, the movie both of you had picked earlier coming to life. Sam wrapped his arms around yours and weaved his fingers overtop of your own before crossing both your arms around your waist.

You sat in comfortable silence just watching the silly romcom and let the rise and fall of his chest ease your breathing. His chin sat on top of your head, the scent from your shampoo drifting lazily in the air. Half-way through the movie and between bites of pizza, Sam spoke.

“Any interest in smoking tonight?” He looked at you with raised eyebrows and a light smile on his lips making his eyes crinkle at the corners ever so slightly.

“Yeah, just a little bit though.” Sam smiled wider and sat his pizza in the box so he could move off the bed. He moved around his room towards his closet, turning on the light and walking in. When he re-emerged he was holding a small light green hand-blown glass bong with dark green ivy leaves that ran up the sides of it, his red grinder, and a lighter.

You didn’t indulge in smoking often, but you figured why the hell not, right? Sam also had really good weed. You never had to smoke a lot just to feel the effects, and the strain he smoked never made you feel anxious like others had in the past.

He set the items down on the nightstand and began to prep the bowl, packing the finely ground weed into the bowl using the butt of his lighter. Once the bowl was packed Sam returned the grinder to its spot in the closet. He started the bowl taking a rather large hit before handing it off to you. You sealed your lips on the mouthpiece and held the lighter to the weed for a few seconds. Once satisfied with the amount of smoke you had produced, you pulled the bowl out of the downstem and pulled the air up into your lungs, clearing the chamber. Sam watched as he always did, mesmerized at your ability to inhale all the smoke no matter how much was in it.

“Perfect,” You handed the piece back to him and met his eyes staring at you with adoration, “You are literally perfect.” The smoke from your exhale drifted into the open air through the smile Sam had caused. You could feel heat crawl its way up your neck and onto your cheeks from his praise, no doubt looking rosier than usual.

Sam repeated the steps you had just taken, yet again taking a larger hit. He cleared the chamber and set the bong back on the nightstand before turning back to you, the corner of his lips lightly pulled up. The smoke never left his lungs as he beckoned you towards him with a wave of your hand. You obliged knowing what he wanted you to do.

With your face centimeters from his, Sam’s hand gently held the side of your neck, his long fingers reaching the base of your skull. His thumb stroked your jaw softly as your lips parted slightly. Smoke began to flow smoothly from Sam’s mouth into your own, sucking in the air he released. You held his eye contact for a few moments feeling the soft intimacy of the moment wash over you. Breaking away from his gaze, your eyes fell to his lips that turned up into more of a smirk the longer you looked at them. When you drew your eyes back up to him he was already staring back, the outer corner of his eyes drooping with relaxation the high brought. His top lip curled, turning his smirk into a toothy grin filled with nothing but pure affection.

The hand resting on your neck pulled you closer to him to close the gap, your lips meeting delicately. His mouth moved against yours slowly like he was savoring the feel and taste of your lips. His tongue dragged across your bottom lip with a languid stripe inviting you to open your mouth fully to him.

Needing to be closer to him you climbed into his lap hooking your legs around his waist and looping your arms around his neck, never breaking the kiss. Sam’s arms snaked around your back, his right hand tangling in the hair at the back of your head.

Like smooth velvet, his tongue danced against yours, exploring the space like he had never done so before. Each pass of tongue on yours made you melt further into him. You felt that soon enough you would surely just become a part of him. But maybe that was the weed. The tip of his tongue grazed the roof of your mouth before he pulled away, leaving slow, open mouthed kisses along your jaw.

When he finally came to the corner of your jaw finally dipping down towards your neck, his tongue swept over the skin knowing this was one of your sweet spots. His hand at the back of your head held your exposed neck to him, your head lulling backwards with an airy gasp. Traveling down the column of your neck he continued to leave sweet kisses in his wake. You needed more of him, your hands finding the hem of his crewneck at either side of his hips and pushing the fabric upwards.

Sam only disconnected his lips from your skin briefly to pull the sweatshirt over his head and toss it to the floor. While he rid himself of his shirt, you pulled your cardigan off and threw it off the bed onto the floor. His fingers lifted the bottom of your shirt and you raised your arms to aid him as he pulled it over your head before it too was flung to the ground.

Instead of returning his lips to your throat he kissed your lips, following the same pace as before. Sam pulled you closer, both of your bare chests pressed flush against one another. With his arms around your back he began to lean forward, sending you backwards slowly until your back met the mattress. Your legs were still wrapped loosely around his waist connecting his hardening bulge to your core. The thin material of your leggings allowed every bit of him to feel the growing heat between your legs as he kissed you.

His hips pressed further into yours, driving his erection slowly against your clothed heat drawing soft, low moans from your lips. Your hands threaded into his long chestnut tresses, nails lightly scraping his scalp. His hand ghosted the skin of your side, passing over your ribs like a feather as he made his way up to your breast. With another roll of his hips he took your hardened nipple between his fingers, rolling it with gentle pressure.

You could feel the high of the weed begin to wash over you, and you weren’t entirely sure that you weren’t floating above the bed right now. Every inch of your skin burned and tingled. It was one of the best feelings you had ever experienced.

Sam trailed hot kisses down your body, taking his time along the way. Once low enough, the tips of his fingers slipped under the waistband of your leggings and underwear, dragging them down. He continued to leave kisses on your body, and never stopped to tease, going straight to your dripping core.

With a flat tongue he licked a stripe up your pussy, changing to a point as he passed over your clit. His tongue passed slowly through your folds again repeating the motions from before except when he reached your clit this time he pulled it between his lips, sucking lightly. Your hips bucked upwards involuntarily, hands pressed against his head holding him closer to you. His eyes met yours, his pupils so blown that they overtook the iris making his eyes almost completely black. With his lips still wrapped around your clit, his tongue began massaging the sensitive bundle with his tongue.

“Oh Sam, fuck.” Your chest rose and fell rapidly, the words full of air.

“You taste so sweet, baby,” Sam murmured between smooth laps of his tongue, “Like fresh honey.” He returned his attention back to your clit for a moment, babying it as he did before. “Could stay here with my tongue in this sweet pussy all day.”

Instead of drawing up your core as he had been, he slipped his tongue inside you and let his thumb rub slow, tender circles over your hardened bud. His thumb moved in sync with his tongue, dragging in and out against your walls. Each motion of both pushed you closer and closer to the edge, moans and praises drifting from your parted lips.

“That’s it, sweet girl,” He coaxed you closer to your release with just his thumb and words, “Almost there.” He watched your orgasm begin to take with soft, loving eyes. Every noise he drew from you was like music to his ears, the most beautiful symphony leading to his favorite crescendo.

Your orgasm washed over you slowly with Sam talking you through it, praising you over and over again. He watched in awe simply admiring how beautiful you looked, your skin flushed and glistening, back arched, and head thrown back against the blankets with your mouth hung slightly open.

“God you look so pretty when you cum,” He stopped mid-sentence, his tongue sweeping through your wetness once more to collect the fresh nectar that dripped from your cunt, “Can’t wait to watch you cum again.”

He moved back up your body, slotting his lips into your own. He was careful to keep distance between your sensitive core and his clothed length to avoid overstimulation. You could taste your release on his tongue as it slid over your own, humming and pulling him closer to you.

“Sam please.” You begged, pushing the waistband of his sweats down his hips. His hand cupped the side of your face and lifted it to urge you to look at him.

“Easy now sweetness. I wanna take my time with you tonight,” He placed a kiss to your cheek, “Adore you,” Another one to your other cheek, “Savor you,” The tip of your nose, “Worship you.” Finally placing the last one to your lips.

“C’mon, let’s move you up to the pillows.”

You nodded lazily, completely in a daze at how lucky you had gotten with Sam. He was the first partner you’ve had that did exactly as he said he wanted to do. Praise and worship you in every way you deserve.

He moved off of you allowing you to move up the bed towards the headboard. While you laid against his pillows, he shed himself of his sweats and boxers freeing his hard erection. Your mouth watered as you took in his beauty. Every single part of him was like perfection, handcrafted by Aphrodite herself. God’s greatest creation, you were sure of it.

Sam made his way back over to you, but stopped on his knees at your propped up legs. He placed his hands on either side of your knees and delicately pushed them apart. You watched him take his pointer and middle fingers into his mouth and wet them, eyes glued to his lips as the digits slipped past them. His wet fingers began to draw circles on your clit, the small bundle growing harder with each swipe.

Never stopping the motion of his fingers Sam drew closer to lean over you, the tops of his thighs meeting the backs of yours. With his other hand he guided his length along your slit covering himself with your slick. When he reached the base, he drew back and pushed through your wetness again.

“Already so wet.” He pumped his hand along his pulsating member, spreading your arousal to coat each inch of his velvety skin.

Sam pulled his hand away from your clit and rested it on your cheek peeling your eyes away from his hand pumping up his shaft to look him in the eyes.

“Ready for me?” You nodded in favor of a verbal reply, your brain foggy from your previous orgasm and the weed.

The hand he had pressed to your cheek moved next to your head pressing into the pillow as he braced himself. You wrapped your legs around his lower back bringing you closer to one another as He lined his swollen head up with your entrance and pushed in slowly. His other hand found purchase on your waist while he sheathed himself inch by inch, the slow stretch a delicious burn. As he disappeared inside you he watched loving the way your walls sucked him in.

When he was fully seated inside his head dropped back, a shaky, “Oh fuck,” escaping his lips. He didn’t move for a few moments as both of you got accustomed to the way the other felt.

“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart, can I move?” He whispered, eyes meeting yours, pleading and longing.

“Please, oh my god, Sam please.”

He began to withdraw from you immediately, slowing himself to feel every inch of you against him. He pulled out almost completely, leaving just the tip in before he pushed back in with a steady roll of his hips. Each thrust in and out was slow, calculated and deep. Oh, so deep. With every push inside you took all of him down to the base, his tip grazing that sweet spot causing the imaginary coil in the pit of your belly to tighten.

Just when you thought he couldn’t get any deeper than he already was, Sam pushed his torso away from you, his hands reaching up to grip the headboard above you tightly. The leverage he gained from the bed frame allowed him to drive further into your core, pressing directly into your most sensitive area. He kept up the same slow, yet strong and deep pace continuing to build your orgasm steadily.

“Oh god, Sam- fuck, that feels so good.” The praise bubbled from your chest, fucked out and pitchy, your hands gripping his hips firmly. “Plea- Please don’t stop.” You whined, earning a groan from the depths of Sam's chest.

“Not gonna stop, baby. Won’t stop till you’re cumming around my cock. I can tell you’re almost there.”

He moved one of his hands on the headboard to your clit, toying with it and setting your core on fire. You could feel your walls clenching around him the closer you got to your climax. Neither of you would last much longer, both of you peering over the cliff edge.

“I’m about to cum, baby. Look at me.” You met Sam’s eyes as he asked, enamored with the sight of him above you. Wavy chestnut hair fell around his face, eyebrows pinched lightly, and his plump pink lips parted. Breathtakingly beautiful.

“Oh fuck” He moaned as your eyes gazed back into his, “You are so beautiful,” He punctuated the praise with a deep roll of his hips, “Angelic perfection.”

“Sammy.” His name drifted off your lips in a gasp, dissipating in the air.

“Let go, cum for me. Wanna see that pretty face.”

If your first orgasm washed over you, the second crashed into you. You felt it all over your body in an instant, every muscle contracting. Sam came shortly after, slowing his thrusts to work you both through the high until he became too sensitive. He collapsed on top of you pressing kisses to the inside of your neck and on your cheek while you both caught your breath.

Sam pushed up on his arms bringing his face to yours. He brushed the hair out of your eyes with his hand, a fond smile etched onto his face and eyes trailing after his hands.

“I meant it, you know.” He said softly, taking in every detail of your face like he was committing it to memory.

“Angelic perfection.”

Heat flamed your cheeks along with a goofy smile stretching across your lips. Your hands covered your face trying to hide the silly blush that inked your skin, but Sam was quick to pull your hands away.

“Hey, hey,” He giggled, matching your smile, “You’re not allowed to cover that pretty face.” He kissed your lips sweetly, humming and smiling into the kiss.

It was short lived though as he pulled away abruptly, nearly jumping off the bed.

“I almost forgot!” You sat up in his bed pulling the covers over your naked body, watching him walk around his room searching for something.

“Oh here it is!”

He came back to the bed, setting an oddly shaped light on the nightstand. It was a dodecahedron with a black stand and hundreds of different sized dots on each face. He plugged the object in and quickly turned off the salt lamp that had been illuminating the room along with the lava lamp. When he turned the new lamp on, your breath was taken away.

Hundreds of stars along with a few constellations were displayed around his room in a beautiful blue light.

“It’s so beautiful, Sammy.” You stared in awe at all the different little stars, your head whipping around. Sam climbed back into bed with you and pulled you to lay on top of him, your cheek pressed to his chest. The sound of his heart thumped in your ear, steady like his breathing.

“I thought you might like it. Pretty neat, huh?” He studied your face as you gaped at the fake stars, the smile from earlier gracing his features again.

“It’s stunning. I love it.” You drifted back to Sam’s face taking in how pretty he looked in the blue light with stars speckled on his skin.

“You’re stunning.” He cupped your face with both of his large hands, unable to tear his eyes from you. The bright smile on his face faded into something softer, his eyes following suit as you looked at one another.

“I think I’m falling for you, y/n, and I know it might be cheesy, but I wanted to ask if you’d be my girlfriend?”

Cheesy or not, your heart melted at his confession, warmth encasing your whole body.

He was falling for you.

You didn’t need to think about your answer. You knew the moment he asked.

“Yes, of course, Sam.” You beamed, threading your fingers through his that laid on your cheeks.

“I would love to be your girlfriend.”

His smile widened to match yours, and you could feel the way he felt about you just from his soft eyes locked on yours. Pulling you closer, he kissed you with happy excitement, both of you smiling into the kiss.

You fell asleep that night with Sam’s bare body pressed into your own thinking for a second time how lucky you were to have stumbled upon Sam. He was everything you had ever wanted and so much more. In such a short amount of time he had become your everything, and you were quickly falling in love with him.

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Karma Sutra | Sam Kiszka X Reader | Part 5

Warnings: None really! Fluff, some slight angst on Sam's part (guilt).

Word Count: 4.4K

A/N: This is somewhat of an "in-between" chapter where we see a little more development in the relationship, as well as how Sam is feeling with the bet weighing on his shoulders as he finds himself falling for Y/n. Also! We will meet Danny in the next chapter!

Summary: With things getting more serious in your relationship, Sam invites you to his family dinner...but he also has another proposition lined up.

“So, what’s he wearing?” Paige asked, tossing pretzel pieces into her mouth. You were an hour and a half into the dress hunt for the winter formal.

“I’m not sure,” you admitted, shrugging your shoulders. “We haven’t gotten that far yet.”

“Too busy doing other things?” She said with her mouth full, her eyebrows raising as she teased you.

“Shut up,” You said, embarrassment forcing you to chuckle nervously. You covered your face from her view with the taffeta fabric of the next dress.

“For real, though. I’m really happy for you guys. You look happy. Happier than I’ve ever seen you, I think.” Paige looked at you for a long moment before dusting her fingers off on her pants and standing up from the dressing room bench, clapping her hands together. “Okay, let’s try this one on,” she said. “You’re not tired of trying these on yet, are you?” She asked, turning her attention to the handful of dresses you had already said no to.

“I was tired after the first two,” you admitted. “But it has to be perfect. I want to feel comfortable. Those weren’t doing it for me.”

“So nothing super tight?” Paige asked, walking with you into one of the unoccupied stalls. “Y/n, can I offer some advice?” She asked again, shutting the door behind her, leaving the two of you inside the small dressing stall.

“Sure,” you sighed, putting your hand on your hip as she unfolded the next dress in her hands.

“Take a risk,” she said. “You can look sexy without feeling like you’re being someone else. Let’s try to find something that makes you feel comfortable, but that flatters your figure. You’ve got a beautiful body. You should show it off. I promise you we'll find something that looks phenomenal on you. We just have to be patient and you have to keep an open mind.” You nodded after a moment.

“Okay, okay, give me the dress,” you said, pulling off your clothes. Paige bunched the dress methodically in her hands, pulling it over your head. As the dress fell over your body, she shook her head with rejection..

“Nope, it’s not the one,” Paige said, looking into the mirror from behind your shoulder. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s pretty. But it’s not a show stopper, and it’s not your dress.” You turned, looking at yourself at different angles, agreeing with her.

“Yeah, it’s too…” You couldn’t come up with the words.

“Boring? Yeah, it’s too safe. And generic. You need to step out of your comfort zone, don’t you think? Something with less…frills,” She said, ruffling the pleats and folds at your shoulders. You snorted through your nose. A few minutes later, you walked out of that dress shop empty-handed and disappointed.

“Where next?” You asked Paige.

“I actually have an idea…you’re not going to find your dress at this broke-ass mall.” She said, hitching her purse further on her shoulder with determination. “We were stupid to try to put you in a Dillard’s dress. I don’t want anyone to have the same dress as you. We’re gonna go downtown to the boutiques.”

“Paige, I don’t have that kind of money,” you told her, your eyes widening with discomfort.

“I didn’t ask you if you did,” She said, winking at you as she stepped forward to leave. “Don’t worry about it. You’re gonna get the dress you love.”

Twenty minutes later, she had driven you half-way across town, navigating to a small, but expensive and trendy boutique called ‘Harrah & Company.’ The storefront was unassuming, but behind the glass you could see hundreds of remarkably beautiful gowns lining the shop.

“Come on,” Paige insisted, taking your hand and leading you into the store with her effervescent smile. “I’ve gotten a lot of my dresses here,” she said to you over her shoulder. “They never disappoint.”

“Hello ladies, welcome to Harrah’s! What’s the occasion?” A young, chicly dressed woman asked, stepping around the racks of dresses.

“My friend Y/n is looking for a dress for our winter formal,” Paige began, pulling an arm around your shoulder.

“Lovely. What kind of style are you looking for?” The clerk asked.

“Something classy, and elegant,” you said. “Not generic.”

“She has someone she’s looking to impress,” Paige inserted, helping out the trajectory of the shopping excursion. The sales clerk offered a bright, white smile.

“I’m sure we can make that happen. Come, follow me,” She said, leading you both further into the store. After a brief conversation with the clerk, she pointed you out to specific racks that included both your size and the styles that you were considering. “Take as much time as you need–I’m gonna go reserve a dressing room for you. Would you remind me of your name?”

“Y/n, thank you,” You offered with a smile, feeling a bit relieved when she stepped away to give you full access to the store. The racks were full of dresses of every length, color, and style…

An hour later, you found the dress of your dreams, only finding it when you were just about to purchase a dress that you had liked enough. It was hanging, misplaced on the wrong rack, hidden from your view.

“Oh my god,” You said when you found it, almost slinging the other dress to the floor, immediately forgotten. As you pulled it off of the rack, you immediately fell in love with it. The dress was made of deep, wine-red velvet, embellished with thousands of the tiniest sparkles that made the dress look like it cost thousands of dollars.

“You have to try that one on.” Paige said, her eyes widening. “That dress is gorgeous. Don’t look at the price tag, just get your ass in a dressing room,” She continued, ushering you back through the store.

The dress was very fitted, but not in an overly-uncomfortable way. Paige pulled and tugged on the ties in the back so that the dress would flatter your figure. “There is no way in hell you’re not getting this one,” She said, opening the door. “Come look in the big mirror.” She held the door open for you, and you hiked up the dress, stepping past her into the showing area of the dressing room. You looked at yourself in the large floor to ceiling mirrors, and immediately you knew that Paige was right. The rich, burgundy color looked impeccable against your skin, and your breasts filled out the top of the dress as if it were custom-tailored to you. You didn’t realize initially the dress was off the shoulder, but the way the fabric laid on your arms was extremely flattering, complete with a deep V that showcased your cleavage in an understated, elegant way. The A-line of the dress created a shape that flowed away from your hips into just the right amount of fabric that swept the floor as you walked.

“Oh wow,” the clerk said, returning to the dressing room to pick up dresses that others had passed on. “You look remarkable in that dress,” she said, pausing in her tracks. “But you need one more thing. What size shoe are you?” She asked.

“I’m an eight, sometimes eight and a half.”

“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.” She floated out of the dressing room area, returning a few minutes later with a few pairs of shoes. “Something like these would be perfect for the extra length of the dress,” she explained, pulling open a box and revealing a black, patent leather stiletto. “How experienced are you with high heels?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

You smiled sheepishly. “Uh…do kitten heels count?” She chuckled.

“Try these on,” she said, stepping in front of you as you sat on one of the ottomans. You took each shoe from her, putting them on your feet. Standing up went well, at least. You stepped back in front of the mirror and saw what she meant about the length of the dress. Now, there was no sagging in the fabric. It dropped magnificently to the floor, with only three of four inches of drag on the floor, as the designer had intended.

“Good luck speaking to anyone other than your special someone at your dance,” the clerk said, biting at her bottom lip. “They’re not gonna let you out of their sight.” The clerk took the dress and shoes to the checkout counter for you, and you anxiously got dressed, dreading the price.

“Put it on my card,” Paige said before the clerk had announced the price out loud. “Run it as credit, please,” She said, handing her card over the counter.

“Paige-It’s okay–” You said, protesting immediately.

“No, no. I want you to have this dress, and you know what? Dad pays off my credit cards at the end of the month anyway. I’ll just have to work my magic so he doesn’t kill me at the end of the month. Don’t even think about saying no,” She said, coming over to squeeze you in a reassuring side hug. “You’re gonna have Sam slobbering all over himself.”

***

“So, are you guys still a thing?” Christian asked Sam, throwing a handful of popcorn into his mouth as he and his roommates walked out of the movie theater.

“Yeah, what’s the status with that?” Matthew asked, forming a circle with his pointer finger and thumb, sticking the opposite pointer finger though the ring, raising his eyebrows in question.

“Shut the fuck up, Matt. Do you ever think about anything else?” Sam asked, punching Matthew in the shoulder. “Yes, we’re still together.”

“Okay, but have you fucked?” Christian asked, reaching his hand back into his popcorn bucket.

“No,” Sam answered, pulling out his phone, considering texting you in order to escape the situation.

“Awe, look at you two,” Matthew crowed, snatching Sam’s phone out of his hand. “You’ve got her as your lock screen! You’ve gone weak!”

“That pussy has got you whipped, my man,” Christian chuckled.

“Don’t fucking talk about my girlfriend like that,” Sam ordered through his anger.

“Your girlfriend? What happened to the bet, hm?” Christian said, grabbing Sam by his shoulder. “You’ve already come so far, you gonna back down now?” He asked. “You already lost out on part of the bet anyway,” He continued.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Sam asked, stepping away from them.

“You said one month,” Matthew interjected.

“It’s been more than that. I guess she is Mormon after all. We wish you the best in your marriage. Give her the best fuck of her life when you two finally decide to get hitched.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Sam said with a sneer. “Good luck finding another ride home.” Sam lowered himself into his Tesla as Christian and Matthew glanced dumbly at one another.

“Now wait a second, man. We were just fucking with you–” they said almost in tandem, lifting their arms in the air with resignation as Sam peeled out of the parking lot.

“Thanks a lot! Fucking asshole,” Christian huffed under his breath, watching the car leave.

“So what now?” Matthew asked, scratching his head.

“Gee, I don’t know, Matt. We call Miss fucking Frizzle?” Christian asked, his voice leached with sarcasm. Matthew looked up at him, confused.

“Order a fucking Uber, dumbass! Fuck!”

The mention of the bet sent Sam’s gut churning with guilt and worry. He couldn’t care less about the bet in general, but he cared more than anything about you. He was in over his head now, and he had failed the one unstated rule of the bet. Don’t get attached. Hell, he broke that rule on the first night. Here’s the truth: Sam was not good at playing games, though he made everyone think he was. He didn’t want to go home, and he didn’t want to talk to you, either. He wanted to drive–so that’s what he did. It was well-past eleven, and the highways were no longer teaming with cars. He drove for a long time, listening to your favorite songs, thinking about ways to get the bet to go away. How could he be sure it wouldn’t make its way back to you? It would destroy you, and he knew it. Sam gripped the steering wheel tightly as his head swam.

His pocket buzzed. Daniel.

“Hello?” Sam answered, wishing he had let the call go to voicemail. Even though Danny was Sam’s life-long best friend, he didn’t have the wherewithal to pretend tonight.

“Sam, why haven’t you been returning my calls?” Danny asked, more bluntly than he would usually begin a call.

“Well, don’t you sound cheerful, Princess,” Sam responded, annoyed.

“Samuel. What’s going on, man? You’ve been practically invisible for the last month. What’s the deal?” He asked, concern lacing through his speech.

“I’ve just been busy,” Sam said, sighing, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

“With school? You and I both know you haven’t been focusing on grades. So what is it?” There was a long silence that drifted between them before Danny spoke again.

“A girl?” Sam straightened in his seat as he turned onto a new street.

“Maybe.” He answered protectively.

“Maybe? Are you back with Andrea again? Or is it Riley this time?” Danny asked, fully aware of Sam’s history of dancing between women.

“Neither. Her name is Y/n.”

“Tell me about her,” Danny asked casually. “Pretty?”

“Gorgeous,” Sam said. “She’s smart, funny, and she’s confident.” Sam explained, his thoughts drifting to you again.

“Yeah? So she’s not like the others? She actually has a brain this time?” Danny asked, his tone somewhat judgemental of Sam’s previous escapades, though Sam let it slide.

“Yes, she has a brain. I really like her, Dan. Like really like her. But I’m scared I’m gonna fuck everything up.”

“Why’s that? I mean besides you being you?” Danny said, and Sam could hear the smirk in his voice.

“I did something stupid. Before she and I were even a thing…” Sam said, purposefully remaining vague.

“Okay, what did you do?” Danny asked, prepared to give advice, if there was any that he could offer.

“I made a stupid bet with the boys, and it’s just–I fucked up.” Sam sighed with frustration, checking his mirrors as he drove.

“Is it money? Is that the problem? Did you lose a lot of money?”

Sam shook his head. “No. I bet the boys that I could take Y/n’s virginity in a month.” There was an extended beat of silence.

“Sam….” Danny said in a reproachful tone.

“I know, I know,” Sam cut him off.

“That’s bad,” he said softly. “How many people know about this bet?”

“Just the boys and I. But I don’t trust them.”

“Then you really have to tell her the truth. All of it. Now.” Danny advised. “I don’t know how you’ll do it, but you better figure it out.”

“Yeah, I’m well-aware.”

“Can I change the topic for a moment–something on a lighter note?”

“Sure,” Sam said, turning back onto the main strip that would lead him back to campus.

“So the wedding is coming up. I know you were planning to come by yourself, but now that you’re with Y/n, I thought it might be nice to invite her, don’t you think? I’d love to meet her.” Danny had followed his highschool sweetheart, Meredith, to college. Unfortunately it meant that he and Sam didn’t end up at the same University, though they lived only miles apart.

“I’ll have to talk to her about it. I asked her over for family dinner the other day.” Sam entered the parking lot of his dorm and turned off the ignition, but stayed in the car.

“You’ve never invited a girl over for dinner,” Danny said, his voice rising with interest. “Are you really thinking about settling down?”

“I’m willing to try for her. Listen, I’m a dick head. A big one. A fuck up–but I really just need to get–”

“Your head out of your ass?” Danny suggested, and Sam chuckled.

“Exactly.”

“So here’s what you do. Have her meet the fam, invite her to the wedding and show her how much you care about her. Stop with the partying and drinking.”

“That’s kind of hard to do when I live with the–”

“Sam–”

“Fine, fine. You’re right.”

“Mere is calling in, let me take it. Love you, Man. Keep your spirits up. Listen to the people who really have your back, huh?”

“Yes sir. Love you. Talk to you later.”

Danny had always been a constant in Sam’s life, though Sam kept a lot of the uncharacteristic shenanigans away from him. Danny would judge. He would remind Sam of the ways he was raised, of his intelligence and potential. For a long time, it was the last thing Sam wanted to be reminded of. Today, however, it was a welcome intervention. Sam wanted his best friend back, and even though they remained close, there had been an emotional disconnect between them both for a while now.

***

“Morning,” Sam crooned, knocking softly on your cracked door with donuts and coffee in tow.

“Y/n?” He asked softly, stepping into the bedroom. “Hey,” Sam whispered, touching your shoulder as you dozed. You jolted awake, your eyes springing open.

“Jesus!” You sputtered suddenly, seizing in place.

“Sam, you scared the fuck out of me!” You said, pulling the sheets and comforter over your head, disappearing under the comfort of your blankets.

“I’m so sorry,” He said, setting the food on your dresser before approaching you, pulling the covers back down with a soft, apologetic chuckle. “You’re the one who gave me the key.”

“Yeah, but I mean like–you could have called me. How do I know you weren’t watching me sleep like Edward from Twilight?” You sat up in bed, pulling the covers over your lap, scooting so that he could move in beside you. You watched him remove his shoes and pull open the sheets.

“Did you just compare me to a sparkling vampire? A stalking, sparkling vampire?”

“Maybe,” You said, tilting your head and pursing your lips as you waited for him to kiss you. He lowered himself to you naturally connecting with your lips.

“Mmm, morning breath,” He said, rolling on top of you, continuing to bathe you in kisses. “My favorite.”

“You are literally so mean to me,” You said, chuckling softly.

“I am not mean in the slightest, Miss Halitosis.”

“Stop it!” You said, reaching for a pillow, thwacking him with it. You began to wrestle with him, your arms flailing about playfully as you both laughed, reached methodically for each other’s weak spots.

“Whatever you say, stinky!” Sam said again.

Eventually the moment died down into contented silence as you laid with him, staring up at the ceiling. “So I was thinking,” Sam said. You turned to watch him speak, propping yourself up by your elbow. “Mom and Dad are having dinner this Friday night, right? You still interested in coming along?”

“Of course. I’m a little nervous to meet everyone though,” You admitted.

“Really?” Sam asked, and he seemed genuinely surprised. “My family is so easy to get along with. If you’re good with big personalities then you’ll do just fine.”

“What’s your family like?” You asked him.

“Well, dysfunctional is one word for it,” he said, scratching his chin. “But also super fun. Josh and Jake are always arguing about something,” He said. “Usually it’s Josh feeling intimidated by Jake questioning his intelligence.” You grinned as you watched him talk about his brothers. “Danny will be there, too. You haven’t met him yet, but we practically grew up together.”

“He’s a friend?” You asked.

“He’s kind of like another brother, if I’m being perfectly honest. You’ll love him. He’s usually the one speaking sense into people–well, me. If only you could have seen the amount of arguments he’s refereed over the years.” Sam thought about the open invitation to Danny’s wedding, but he didn’t want to load too much on you at once. He would wait to mention it during or after meeting his family.

***

“So the drive is about three hours, so we’ve gotta stock up on snacks before we go,” Sam said, having arrived at your apartment already late.

“You looked at your phone screen. Sam, you said you were going to be here like half an hour ago,” you grinned.

“What can I say? Greatness takes time,” he said, reaching up to stroke his face exaggeratedly before stepping forward to kiss you softly. “Bad habits die a hard, painful death, sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes with a soft smile, but it faded instantly.

“Oh my god, weren’t we supposed to make something?”

“Uh….” He responded, looking at you. “...maybe.” He offered an apologetic smile, raising his eyebrows.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it handled.”

“Maybe we can stop by the grocery store and grab a rotisserie chicken or something?” You offered, reaching for your purse and phone.

“Sure, and I’ll be super quick going in.” He assured you.

“Nope, not this time.” You patted his chest playfully. “I’m going in and you’ll keep the car nice and cool while you wait.”

“You don’t trust me?” He said, looking at you.

“Nope. You’d literally get distracted by the exotic fruits section. Come on,” You said, turning away from him and flipping the lights to your bedroom, going through the apartment to make sure that everything was taken care of for the evening.

“Paige! I’m gone!”

“Okay! You guys drive safe! Sam, take care of her or else,” She said, tilting her head in a humorous display of intimidation. She pulled her fists in front of her.

“Oh no, trust me. We will get there in one piece, or I’ll have six people, no seven people looking for me.” He grinned, coming over to give Paige a friendly hug, which surprised you. Why, you weren’t sure, but you were impressed with how he was beginning to integrate himself completely into your life, determined not only to be your boyfriend, but someone who was reliable and present. He wanted you and your friends to notice that he wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.

Seemingly as soon as you were on the road, Sam pulled into a large gas station, stopping the car and hopping out for snacks. “What do you want?” He asked you, bending down through the door of the driver’s side.

“Uh… Can you grab some of the cheddar cheese bugles? Ooh and some oreos!”

“Done and done. Do you want a drink?” He asked.

“Surprise me,” you shrugged.

“Got it,” He tapped the window before stepping inside.

Ten minutes later he stepped out of the store with a large plastic bag. Your eyes followed him as he walked around the car and got in, placing the bag in his lap. “Okay so I got the goods.”

“And some more,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “What else did you get?”

“For your drink, I got you a Yerba Mate. Pomegranate flavor.”

“What the hell is that?” You asked, turning in your seat.

“Basically a fermented tea.” You turned your face up in suspicious disgust. “Sam, why couldn’t you just go safe? With I don’t know…a water? Or a diet coke?”

“Have you known me to play it safe?” He asked. “And besides! I thought ahead.” He lifted a diet coke from the bag.

“But I want you to try it.”

“Fine, but don’t be upset if I spit that shit out.”

He chuckled, setting the can into the cup holder, along with your diet coke. “Next, I got your bugles,” he said, handing you the orange bag. “And a sleeve of oreos. I will be stealing a few of those,” he said, setting the oreos in your lap.

“Thank you, baby,” you said with a satisfied smile. There was more in the bag. “What did you get yourself?” You asked him.

“These,” he said, lifting out a bag of kettle-cooked bag of dill pickle flavored chips.

“You are so strange!” You told him. “Where did they find you?”

“On the side of the road. I’m sorry you had to find out this way. Don’t feel bad for me, though. I’m healed,” he said, placing a hand on his chest, mimicking a moment of tenderness. He reached and placed his chips in your floorboard between your feet.

“What else?” You asked, noticing one more item in the bag.

“I solved the family dinner issue,” He said, reaching into the bag.

“At a gas station?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “Please show me.”

He pulled out a paper bag, containing prepared food that was almost bright orange in color.

“These,” he said, tilting the bag to you.

“What are those?” You asked, looking at the rolled monstrosities.

“Taquitos…nacho cheese flavored.”

“Sam. You’re bringing nacho cheese gas station taquitos to family dinner?” You asked him, keeping your tone as neutral as you could, though you felt like busting out laughing.

“I’ve gotta keep it interesting somehow,” he said with an enthused grin. “They’ll love it.”

“Be sure to tell them that I had nothing to do with that,” you said.

“Oh no. We do everything together, Y/n. It’s what you get for being with me.”

“You’re the worst.”

“And you love it.”

You couldn’t deny it. He made you feel alive in ways you hadn’t in so long. You had laughed so much in the last month and a half, and so much of it was because of Sam. He was fun, and he knew it, too. He pulled you out of your safety-zone, urging you to do more things that you wouldn’t have done without his encouragement.

“I can’t argue with you there. Come on or we’ll really be late.” You said, putting your seatbelt back on and adjusting in your seat.

“Aye, aye, captain.”

End of Part 5.

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builtbybrokenbells · 3 months

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Reaching New Heights

While under the impression that she has the house to herself, y/n enjoys some much needed alone time. Jake, planning on coming home to surprise her, walks himself straight into a whole new world.

Based off this request 🤍

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 11k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, virgin reader/losing virginity, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), masturbating (f!receiving), simultaneous orgasm, multiple orgasm, very soft dom type beat, slight cockwarming if you squint, dry humping, touch of spit play, touch of voyeurism, praise, dirty talk, name calling, begging, very very sweet Jake ☹️, anxiety, fluff, swearing, talks of bad dating experiences, sorry if I miss any!

thank to the lovely anon who requested this! sorry for all of my other requests waiting, I promise I’m getting there! I had an idea like this already sitting in the drafts, so when I saw this request I had to write it! I hope this is what you were looking for, and I do apologize for this basically just being pwp. As always, enjoy, be kind, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes! 🤍 (extremely lightly edited)

Intimacy, especially in the sexual context, had always been a touchy subject for you. It wasn’t because of any moral dilemmas, nor because of bad past experiences. You weren’t saving yourself for marriage, and you did not value your virginity as a ‘virtue’. You simply chose not to engage because you had never met anyone who you believed was right for you. You had plenty of dates and failed talking stages with men who only ever seemed interested in getting in your pants, but you had never met someone who seemed interested in you beyond anything sexual. You wanted to explore, to test your own limits and discover yourself with another person, but you could not bring yourself to undress for someone who only wanted (and planned) to leave after the fact.

You were comfortable with your own routine, and after a while it seemed more likely that you would remain a virgin until your hair turned gray and you were sat in a nursing home. At first, it bothered you, but then it became the most normal part of your life. You would rather keep to yourself than give away a part of you to someone who would not appreciate it. Most people weren’t interested in dating once you specified that you would not put out on the first date, and to you, that was okay; they weren’t worth your time or effort. Life was simple without anyone else empeding on your routine, anyway.

Then, one fateful day at a lovely, locally owned music store, you found yourself in front of someone who changed your world entirely, flipping it on its axis and throwing your whole life off course. You had (literally) run into him when you were least expecting it; he had stepped in front of you as you were bustling to the counter to pay for your handful of vinyl records. He apologized profusely, landing a gentle hand on your arm to make sure you were steady on your feet and he hadn’t hurt you. You were too enthralled in the beauty of his face to comprehend the words he was speaking, anyway. His long brown hair hung down to frame his face, and his warm, chocolate coloured eyes seemed to be staring straight into your soul. His smile was inviting, and his charm was unexplainable. He’d made you fall for him without even trying.

Once you managed to overcome your nervous staring, you forced a smile and assured him you were alright. He introduced himself, hesitant to believe you were telling the truth, and insisted on buying your records for you as an apology. After a drawn out back-and-forth argument, he eventually managed to convince you that it was the only apology he would allow for himself. Before you ventured to the counter, you took interest in the specific guitar he was fawning over on the wall. After explaining the details to you, you were left feeling disappointed at the prospect of having to part with him once you stepped out the door.

He ended up buying your records, and the guitar hanging on the wall, but he didn’t seem to want to let you leave without anything more, either.

So, instead of going your separate ways, you ended up at a diner just down the street, sharing lunch and getting to know each other as best as you could in the limited time you had. Laughs were plentiful and fulfillment was felt from all sides. Jake Kiszka was the man you had been waiting for, someone who saw you as a person, not just something to fuck. He was interested in every small detail, and he wanted to know everything he could about you. He was a bit shy, and very nervous, but he was sweet, kind, and he took your breath away. When you left the restaurant, you had a new found excitement for life, and a phone number in your contact list that would now be called on the daily.

At first, the relationship was built slowly and carefully. The two of you started as friends, texting each other regularly and trying your best to discover all of the intimate details about each other. Then, when you guys built up enough courage, you started going on small dates; movie nights, dinner dates, Sunday afternoon drives… you wanted to do anything and everything with him. He quickly became your closest friend and your most trusted confidant. You spent so much time together that it was almost strange not being in the same place. Of course, eventually, his time to tour came around, and it threw your life so violently off track that it was nearly hard to function.

When he first told you, you tried to force a smile and pretend all was well, but he knew you better than that. He could see the sadness in your eyes, and the apprehension. You were both so head over heels for each other that it made it hard to think of anything else. All of the late night phone calls and evenings spent immersed in each other had finally resulted in something much bigger. You were in love, and you were terrified for him to leave you. You feared that once he was gone, he would find someone more exciting, more interesting. Little did you know, he was afraid of all the same things.

So, as you sat in his living room while he packed up the last of his things, he dropped a sly comment about you taking care of his place while he was gone, coming over and watering his plants, and even staying the night if you missed him too much. It was his indirect way of giving you a key to his house, and in turn, his heart. He slipped the spare key from his pocket, handing it over and giving you a smile. Before he went to the airport, you found yourselves confessing your hearts and kissing with tears running down your face. He asked you to be his girlfriend before he ever got on the plane.

Every night, when he was holed up in a different hotel room, he was calling you with excitement, unable to wait to tell you all about his day. It was a different kind of feeling, falling in love with someone without anything other than emotional connection. After a year of touring and only being home with you for a few days at a time, he was growing restless and more eager to be with you again. By the time he got home from traveling the world, he missed you so much that he rarely let you leave his side. Within a few months, your belongings were packed up and ready to be taken to his house, and not long after that, it was no longer just Jake’s house, it was yours, too.

When the two of you were together, it grew increasingly more difficult to navigate your lack of sexual experience. He was very affectionate, his hands always on you and kissing you whenever he could. You felt that he was getting frustrated with your rejections, and it forced you into a corner. You had to open up to him, to tell him the truth and that your avoidance was not because of him at all. You sat him down not long after the two of you moved in together, knowing that you should have confessed to him sooner, and fearful that it would change the way he viewed you.

But, almost as if Jake was put on the earth to challenge every single previous idea you had about men, he smiled and held you, expressing his gratitude that you were comfortable enough to share such things with him. He fell in love with you without sex, and that did not change anything for him. You were worth much more to him than that, and he wanted to make sure you knew it. He thanked you for telling him, and he apologized if he ever made you uncomfortable with his actions before your discussion. He promised that he would never push you, and you could take as much time as you needed to open up and explore that with him.

He was a dream come true, and after a few months, you could easily see that he was determined to stay true to his word. He didn’t once make you feel bad for wanting to wait a little longer, and he never pushed you to do anything that made you uncomfortable. Soon after, you began to realize that Jake truly was the one for you, and that all of your previous fears were quickly becoming obsolete. He did not want you for sex; he loved you for your heart, and when you were ready, he would love you for everything else, too.

Even while you found yourself amidst heated make out sessions, and you could feel how much he wanted you, he never pushed you further. When you laid in bed, and he inevitably found his hands becoming more and more curious, he stopped himself before you even had to say anything. He looked the other way when you were getting changed, and even closed his eyes and left the room if he accidentally walked in on you in an awkward position. He was the epitome of patience and kindness, and the longer you watched him respect you in such a way, the harder you fell for him.

You made sure to thank him often, expressing your appreciation for his patience and his willingness to wait. He valued you so highly, and your comfort was always his top priority. Sometimes, you feared that if you made him wait too long, he would begin to lose interest, but every day he proved to you that he was in it for the long haul. He wanted to be with you, and it did not matter in which way. He loved you, and if waiting made you most comfortable, then he would wait forever for you. It quickly became apparent to you that he was the love of your life, and the prospect of sharing that part of you became more enticing every single day.

It was not like you didn’t want to have sex with Jake; if anything, you wanted it so badly that it made it hard to think of anything else sometimes. Once the fear faded away, it was replaced with awkwardness and uncertainty on the topic. You feared that because of your lack of experience, it would be disappointing for him. There were so many questions that you did not know the answer to, and they plagued you almost every time you thought about it. What if he thought you were stupid because you didn't know what you were doing? What if he wasn’t interested in you once you took your clothes off? What if you did nothing but embarrass yourself?

It was all too much sometimes, and you knew the best way to deal with it was to talk to him, but the topic was daunting for you, and it was embarrassing. It was something you knew little about, and it made you feel silly and even a little naïve. You didn’t know what you liked, and you certainly didn’t know how to do anything that he liked. You knew that with the patience that Jake had shown you, he would be nothing but kind in bed, and he would certainly help you figure everything out, but it was so scary to think about, and it was easier for you to avoid it. You were afraid of looking dumb, and the fear hindered you more than anything else. In the time you spent with him, it became more clear that Jake was what you’d been waiting for the whole time, but now you were facing a whole new challenge; being vulnerable enough to let him show you the ropes.

Every so often, curiosity got the best of you, and you let your eyes linger on him a little too long when he was shirtless, and an unfamiliar feeling would blossom in your stomach. He would move a certain way, or his hand would move a little too far up your thigh, and you would be plagued with temptation to touch him. He would wear certain clothes that would drive you crazy when you looked at him for long enough, and it was becoming harder to ignore every single day. He was what you wanted, and it was so difficult to feel that way when you felt paralyzed at the thought of progressing any further. Jake was driving you crazy, and he wasn’t even doing it intentionally; he was just existing, and that was enough to push you closer and closer to the edge.

Like when he would stretch, and a peek of his tanned stomach would be visible, showing you his treasure trail and a slight hint of a v-line, or when he was sleeping so soundly and turned on to his side to pull you to his chest. The feeling of his body against yours was intense, and the longer he held you to him, he more turned on he would get. An ache would begin between your legs as he slept soundly behind you, his erection pressing into your ass. He wouldn’t even realize it, but he would pull you closer to relieve the ache and give him some much needed friction. You would let it play out; you enjoyed it so much, but you could not seem to voice that to him while he was awake. When he woke and realized the extent of his actions, he apologized profusely while you continued to imagine what it would be like if he kept going, pulling your shorts down just enough to give himself access to you.

You imagined what it would feel like as he rested himself against your entrance, speaking softly in your ear as he talked you through it. How he would put his fingers in his mouth, collecting enough spit to lubricate them before his hand drifted between your thighs. You wondered what it would feel like for his fingers to be tracing around your clit instead of your own, how excited he would be just from touching you alone. Your skin tingled at the thought of his rough fingertips gently working at you as he whispered encouragement in your ear, eventually working you up enough to add his cock to you, too. The picture of him being inside you was too much to bear, and just the thought of feeling so close to him was intoxicating. You had to force a smile on your face while apologized, assuring him you were alright while you thought of all of the filthy things that he could be doing to you. You wanted it so bad, but when you finally found enough courage to ask that of him, the words seemed to get stuck in your throat.

When he would leave for errands, or when he would go to work in the mornings, you would think back on the incidents that caused the flutter in your belly. The longer you focused on it, the more uncomfortable you became. You would work yourself up to the point of no return, and you would have to relieve yourself before Jake got back. In your shared bed, you would let your hand slip between your legs as you thought of all of the things Jake did to you without even knowing it. It wouldn’t take long until you were a mess, muttering his name as you reached a climax that was stronger than any you’d ever felt before.

It was almost routine, now. You were so needy that every time Jake stepped out for a moment, you would have to take the time and get yourself off. It was the only way you could keep up with the temptations without having to open up to him about it. He would come home, and you would smile and kiss him as if your fingers hadn’t just been playing with your own cunt while you imagined it was him doing it, instead.

This small ritual was exactly what happened on that specific day; you had grown so comfortable with it that when Jake left for the studio in the morning, you couldn’t wait to finish your household chores so you could cut straight to the point. You kissed him goodbye, wishing him a good day, and watched as he walked to his car, guitar case in his hand as he blew a kiss to you over his shoulder. The jeans he was wearing were tight, hugging every inch of his legs and showcasing every small detail to you. The denim sat nicely over his ass, and unfortunately for you, every other part of him that you tried your best not to think about. His shirt was old, the button up beginning to fray at the sleeves and the fabric becoming thin and worn. He had the last two buttons done, but left the top open as always. The soft, tanned skin of his chest made your mouth water and your stomach twist with desire. You did not know how much longer you could hold yourself back.

He got in his car and drove away, but you stayed at the door, watching the now empty space for a moment longer while you collected your thoughts. You were so worked up that your cheeks were burning and your heart was thudding dramatically against your chest. You forced yourself to shower, taking some extra time to shave and really make yourself feel good. You did the dishes, and you grabbed something to eat, and you wondered if you might be able to curb the urge that day. Once you were away from him and busy with other things, the need seemed so much smaller.

As you sat down to eat, you knew that it was absolutely impossible to ignore such a feeling, because the minute your mind was left without a distraction, Jake was the only thing it wanted to focus on. You forced your lunch into you, remembering that Jake said his day at the studio might be a little longer than the last. You had ample time to really draw the whole experience out, so that’s what you did. When you made it to your bedroom, you knew you had about an hour until he was home again. You took off your clothes, put on some music, only quietly so you could hear if the front door opened, you turned off the lights, and you laid on his side of the bed. You closed your eyes, breathing slowly as you remembered the morning the two of you spent together. It started sweet, like always.

You woke up with Jake next to you, the scent of his shampoo lingering in the sheets as the soft sounds of his snores filled your ears. You looked back over your shoulder at him, smiling as you admired the peaceful expression on his face. He was shirtless, as always, only a pair of boxers on as the comforter covered up his lower half. You watched his chest rise and fall as he breathed, and his stomach, too. You knew you shouldn’t have looked for so long, because the longer you stared, the more curious you became. You reached out, settling your hand on his stomach gently, a little lower than you usually would. You let your fingers drift over the skin, sending a light tickle through him. He tensed slightly at the feeling, but did not wake. After a few seconds, he woke up just enough to realize it was you touching him.

He moved onto his side, draping an arm over your waist as he pulled you closer to him. Every morning went the same, and you looked forward to it every day. He guided you into him, resting your back against his bare chest. His warmth was comforting, and you wished to live in the moment forever. His hand that was wrapped around you drifted underneath your shirt, resting on your stomach as he brought you even closer to him. The curve of your ass fit perfectly against his hips and his nose was brushing against your shoulder. His head was buried in the crook of your neck as he placed a gentle kiss on it. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine and you closed your eyes. He seemed more awake than he usually was, but not completely aware.

You brought your hand under your shirt, too, resting it on top of his own. Once you felt like he’d drifted off to sleep again, you guided his hand upwards even further, so it was resting on your rib cage just below your breast. You wanted to take it further, but instead, you pushed your ass back into him a little. In his sleepy state, the small feeling prompted a physical reaction. His breathing quickened, but he didn’t move any further. For a moment, you had to question if he was awake too, or if he was stuck in a dream about the exact position you were laying in. His rough fingertips against your skin was intoxicating, and you needed more, but you were too afraid to wake him and tell him so.

You moved your hips against him again, feeling his fingers tighten against you. His knuckles brushed against the underside of your breast, and even in a sleeping state, he could recognize that feeling from anywhere. On his own, he moved his hand up further, cupping it in his palm as his head nuzzled further into your neck. Your breath caught in your throat and that familiar feeling began to pulse in the pit of your stomach. His grip grew stronger, and for a moment, you really did believe that he was awake. His thumb drifted over your hardened nipple, causing your hips to move against him again.

You could feel his erection growing against you, becoming more noticeable as each second passed. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling the ache begin to make itself known. Your breathing sped, and your heart pounded against your chest. His hand stayed on your chest for only a moment until a small noise escaped him, his own need showing even while he was asleep. His hand traveled down your body, landing on your hip as he pulled you back on him. Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to keep yourself quiet. You bit down on your lip, scared to make a sound in case he woke and the moment ended.

His fingers held you tightly as he pulled you back on to him, his cock painfully hard as his hips moved against your ass. The throbbing between your legs was unbearable, and you could only imagine that he was feeling the same type of desperation amidst his dreams. Then, as your heart raced, you heard him whisper your name so delicately that a shiver ran down your spine. He wasn’t just dreaming of sex; he was dreaming of you.

Instead of focusing on what came after, when he woke up with embarrassment written in his features and apologies on his tongue, you pretended what it would be like if you had the courage to tell him to keep going. As you thought of it, you let your hand slip between your thighs. You were already aching for relief, your arousal pooling and showing you just how bad you needed him. You let your middle finger begin tracing slow circles around your clit as your mind clung to thoughts of Jake and just how much you wanted him to take care of you.

You imagined his dark eyes growing heavy as he woke, apologizing being the last thing on his mind. You imagined the desperation in his movement as his fingers dipped below your shorts, moving back from you only for long enough to pull them down over your ass. You thought about how good it would feel to have his hand drift to your cunt, relieving the ache that he’d become so good at causing. You didn’t want him to ask if it was okay, or for any type of permission. You wanted him to have you however he wanted, and you would just be thankful that he was giving you anything at all.

“How does that feel, Angel?” He asked, his voice raspy and rough from sleep as his fingers trace around your aching clit. “Does that feel good? Is this what you want?”

“F-fuck, yes, Jake.” You whine, moving your hips forward to meet his hand, so needy and he barely even touched you yet.

“Just want me to take care of you, baby? Need me to show you how good I can make you feel?” His normally sweet and doting personality was gone, replaced with an animalistic desire after waiting so long to have you. You could feel his cock pressing into your ass, still aching to be touched. He needed you so bad that it was impossible to hide it. “You know I’ll always take care of you, sweet girl… give you anything you want.”

“Y-you, Jake. I want you.” You pleaded, feeling yourself clench around nothing. You wanted him so badly, and you weren’t sure if you could wait any longer.

“You want me, sweetheart?” He crooned, the sound of your desperation sending a shiver down his spine. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes please,” you plead, feeling your stomach twist with pleasure.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he whispered, his tone resembling a growl. He drew his hand from you, pulling his boxers down just enough to free himself. He brought his hand to his mouth, spitting on it and stroking himself for a few moments. He moved his hips forward, resting the tip of his cock against your entrance. “How bad do you want it, sweetheart.” His low tone settled deep in your bones, making your entire body quiver.

“So bad, Jake. I need you.” You squeeze your eyes shut, your breath stuck in your throat as you feel him push inside of you.

You worked yourself up to the point of absolute desperation. You felt like you were on the brink of insanity, your skin was on fire and your mind was a mess with thoughts of the boy you were so in love with. You were so deep in the fantasy that you could feel it, as if he was in front of you, touching you and pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You were sweating, your heart racing and your stomach twisted into knots. You needed to let go, but more than that, you needed him.

Little to your knowledge, Jake was unlocking the front door, a sneaky smile on his face as a bouquet of flowers was held tightly in his hand. He’d been planning this all week; coming home from the studio early to surprise you, just to see the look on your face. He’d been working more often than usual as of late, and he felt like he wasn’t spending enough time with you. He’d specifically told you he’d be later than he actually would be, just so he wouldn’t ruin the element of shock. When he unlocked the door and stepped inside, he expected to be greeted by you soon after. His confusion grew as he looked to the kitchen and did not see you there. Next, he checked the living room, wondering if you were curled up on the couch reading a book.

When he couldn’t find you there, he figured the only other place you would be is the bedroom. Your car was outside, and you hadn’t mentioned having to run any errands that day. He took to the stairs, wondering if you decided to take a nap or watch a movie in bed. As he climbed to the top of the stairs, he noticed the soft drift of music through the door. He smiled to himself, knowing he would find you wrapped up in blankets and dozing away the day. He could curl up next to you, holding you close while you slept, and maybe even fall asleep beside you. As he reached the door, he was about to reach out and turn the knob, but he froze in his tracks.

An unfamiliar, incredibly enticing sound reached his ears. It was muffled, barely heard over the speaker and through the closed door, but he caught it. Instead of interrupting, he waited and listened, wondering if his ears were deceiving him. He moved his head closer to the door, nearly pressing his ear against the hollow wood as he strained to hear, trying to piece together the situation.

You were so lost in your own little world that you did not hear the door open downstairs, nor did you hear his footsteps in the hallway. You were so close to an orgasm that not much could distract you from it. Your eyes were shut, your breathing labored as you pictured how softly his hands would drift over the curves of your hips, and how intoxicating his tongue on your skin would feel. You thought of the sweet words rolling off his tongue, the imaginary praise and encouragement driving you even closer to a climax. He would be so sweet, so attentive and caring, and you knew he’d make you feel better than you ever had before. You couldn’t help it, the moans falling from your lips were obscene and his name was delicately mixed within them as if he was in there with you, causing the pleasure himself.

He listened carefully, his cheeks flushing with pleasure at the sound of pleasure stuck on your lips. Desire filled him, running all the way from his throat down to his stomach. It made his chest burn and his skin tingle with excitement. In an instant, he’d forgotten about the romantic gesture and the flowers in his hand; he was only focused on wanting to be the reason those sounds were laced around your tongue. He didn’t want to interrupt, and he feared that if he opened the door, he would embarrass you to death. He worried about overstepping, and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but the sounds were so beautiful that it made his head spin. He tried to force himself to stop listening, fearing he was breaching your trust and invading your privacy, but he couldn’t will himself to walk away.

He was growing increasingly frustrated as he stood and listened, his heart pounding against his chest and his whole body aching with desire. He could feel himself growing more turned on, his cock pressing against the zipper of his jeans as his own desperation became stronger. He palmed himself through the fabric, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He knew he should walk away, leave you alone to finish up and go take care of his own problem. It was the right thing to do, and he knew that, but the idea of you touching yourself, possibly to the thought of him, was so enticing.

Just as he thought he could find the strength to walk away, he heard the sound, so gentle and loving that he could not withstand it any longer.

“Oh god, Jake.” You whined, the sound floating through the door and settling deep in his chest. “Jake…”

It was too much for him. His hand shot out, clasping around the doorknob as he gently pushed it open. The light flooded the room, illuminating you laying so intimately on his side of the bed. Your cheeks were flushed, blotchy with red patches. A thin layer of sweat had formed over your body, only making you all the more beautiful to him. Your lips were parted, his name still caught on your tongue as your hand was settled between your legs, working intently at your cunt. Your head turned to the side, your eyes wide with shock as you tried to process the sudden change in the situation. You were so caught up in pleasure that your hand didn’t even move away from your clit as you locked eyes with him.

Suddenly, your brain seemed to catch up with the situation, and embarrassment began to take over. You panicked, scrambling to move your hand away and cover yourself with the blanket, but he took a step closer and shook his head, speaking lowly to you.

“Don’t be shy, Angel.” He rasped, looking down over you with dark eyes. The man before you seemed to be a stranger, nothing like he was in the morning before he left, but in the best possible way. The calm, domineering tone was so different, but it was fantastic all in the same. He looked down at you, his lips curled into a slight smirk as he stood over you at the foot of the bed. The desire he’d been holding back for so long seemed to be coming to the surface. He couldn’t help himself, and a part of you was thankful for it. “Don’t stop, sweetheart. You can put on such a good show.” His eyes lingered over your face, watching you closely to see if you were uncomfortable. Instead of discomfort, you seemed curious, excited, even.

And you were. You didn’t intend for the situation to turn into this, but perhaps it was the best possible outcome. You had been so afraid to have sex with Jake, and for reasons that were completely irrelevant. He was the man you’d fallen so deeply in love with, and someone you wanted to share this part of you with, too. Him walking in on you allowed you to avoid the awkward conversations and nervous stuttering, because you were already worked up to the point of no return. This made the part you were dreading so much easier, and the look in his eye made you feel foolish for ever thinking he wouldn’t love your body just as much as he loved your heart. Something in his expression told you that he would give you all of the direction you needed if you allowed him to do so.

Slowly, you pushed the blanket away from your body, returning your hand to its earlier position. You continued holding his gaze as you brought your middle finger back to your clit, tracing slow circles while he gave you a smile of satisfaction.

“So this is what you get up to when I’m gone all day?” He asked, his tone low and gravelly. He was so overcome with lust that it was impossible to think of anything else. “As soon as I leave, you come up here and play with that pretty little cunt, without me?” His expression was stern, his jaw tense as his teeth clenched together. You could see his cock strained against his pants, and the fact that he was really standing before you rather than existing in your imagination was making the pleasure all the more intense. His words were filthy, but for some reason, it didn’t seem to scare you. You’d been fantasizing about words like that coming from his mouth since the first day you met him.

“Y-yeah,” you nod, stuttering slightly. He didn’t care, nor did he notice, anyway. Your embarrassment was growing smaller with every passing second, and the desire in his eyes made the whole thing seem less terrifying. To see him want you so badly made your stomach twist into knots. He gave you a small smile at the word, happy to see that you weren’t shutting him out. The small expression was enough encouragement for you to keep going.

“Do you think of me, Angel?” He asked, his gaze flickering down to your hand, working carefully to build yourself back up to an orgasm. “Do you wish that I was here doing it, instead?” He asked, reaching one hand down to his cock, adjusting himself in his pants to make it more comfortable while he watched. Your eyes were fixated on his hand, cheeks red at the thought. You wanted to see more, but you weren’t sure what to do next. You were so out of your comfort zone, but something about being able to do it with Jake made it all the more easier. “Come on, baby. Talk to me.” His voice was softer, now, showing you that he was willing to help you through it.

“I-I do,” you nod, catching his eye again. Somewhere in his pupil, he was trying to tell you that it was okay, and you believed it.

“You want to show me what you do when I’m not here?” He asked, gauging your comfort level with his questions.

“Yeah, okay.” You breathe, nodding again. He gave you another smile, licking his lips slightly. To see him look at you in such a way was almost too much to resist. Instead of jumping straight into it, you let him talk you through it, slowly and steadily.

“Keep touching yourself, sweetheart. Just like that.” He said, watching as your hand worked at your cunt. “Then, once you finish, maybe I can show you what it’s like when someone else does it for you.” He posed it like a statement, but he was asking for permission. He needed to touch you so badly, but only if you wanted him to.

“Yes, please.” You whisper, excited at the thought. You were already so close to the edge, spending the last half an hour working yourself up to a climax. The intrusion slowed down your progress, but definitely did not stop it completely. As you finger drifted over your clit, your stomach was burning with the familiar feeling, but it seemed so much more intense than before now that he was watching you. Your eyes fluttered closed as you could feel the pull of pleasure again, your chest rising and falling with your heavy breathing.

“That’s it, baby. Doing such a good job for me.” He said, but it was strained. He wanted to be the one driving you crazy, and it was nearly torture having to watch you and not touch you. You try to hold your moans back, scared to embarrass yourself, but he thought that your state was all but shameful. He thought you were gorgeous, and he felt so lucky to be able to see you like this at all. “Let me hear those pretty noises again, sweet girl.” He pleaded, taking a step closer to the bed. “Don’t be shy with me.” At his permission, your lips parted and a soft moan filled the air. The sound alone nearly drove him to insanity. He watched you carefully, noticing as the muscles in your stomach tensed with every wave of pleasure. He wanted to remember the way you looked in that moment forever.

You were so close to an orgasm, and the desperation was evident in your movements and your voice. He needed it like the starving needed food, and he couldn’t wait much longer. He leaned down over you on the bed, letting his hand drift over your exposed thigh, the touch light but electric.

“Fuck, Jake.” You expressed your thoughts, feeling the pleasure pulsing under your skin and throughout your entire body.

“Look at me, baby.” He said, wanting you to open your eyes. You did as he said, catching the warm brown of his irises and feeling the warmth flood you. Your breath caught in your throat, and your muscles constricted. You were so close, and him looking at you in such a way made it all the more intense. “Let go,” he hummed, giving you a smile. His eyes were heavy and his chest was heaving with every breath. “Come for me, Angel.” And you did, your limbs trembling as the pleasure took hold. You’d never felt like that in your entire life, and it was so intense that it made your head spin and your chest burn. You didn’t think it was possible to feel such a way, but as you looked into Jake’s eyes, you knew it was all because of him. “That’s my girl.” He sighed, leaning down and pressing his lips to the inside of your thigh.

The feeling made you melt into his touch, his lips so delicate against your warm skin. You wanted more; suddenly, your own hand wasn’t enough. You needed him to do it for you, to feel what it was like when he touched you. You reached down, cupping his cheek in your hand as you let your thumb drift over his cheek. He hummed against you, still focused on the feeling of your thigh against his mouth. The longer he left them there, kissing a trail upwards, the sloppier he became. He sucked light marks into the delicate skin as his hand found your hip, pulling you down on the mattress towards him. He wanted you to feel admired, to know how strongly he felt for you. He wanted you to know that the situation did not have to be scary, and he only wanted to make you feel good. He was there for you, and his pleasure came second to all of your needs.

You watched him as he did all he could to showcase his admiration. You were still aching to be touched, the orgasm you had given yourself long gone and barely enough to keep you satisfied. You needed to feel him, you needed him to bring you to such pleasure, and you couldn’t believe you waited so long to feel him like this.

“Are you okay with this, baby?” He asked, looking up to you with his eyes nearly closed from the weight of lust in his stare.

“Yeah, I am.” You assured him. “I’m… I'm okay.”

“You tell me if you need me or want me to stop, okay?” He ordered, settling on his stomach between your legs. “Even if you just want me to slow down… I need you to tell me, sweetheart. Can you do that?” You hummed a response of agreement, but he didn’t move any further. “I need to hear the words, honey.”

“I will, Jake. I promise.” He gave you a soft smile, looking over your face to search for any discomfort. When he saw only excitement, he brought his own hand between your legs. Carefully, he brought his fingers to you, gathering your arousal on his fingers before bringing them to your clit. The feeling was foreign, but as soon as his fingers landed on the sensitive bundle of nerves, the unfamiliarity quickly became obsolete. His rough, calloused fingertips moved slowly over you as his eyes stayed on your face. It was immediately pleasant, way more so than your own hands doing the work.

“How’s that, Angel?” He hummed, his eyes flickering down to his hand that was working at you. His mouth watered from the sight, but he held himself back from going any further until you were comfortable.

“S-so good.” You whined, looking down at his face. The sight of his eyes fixated on your cunt made your stomach burn with desire. All of the fear you felt before was gone; you should have known better than to think Jake would view you as anything other than gorgeous.

“You want me to keep going?” He asked, looking back up at you.

“Yes, please.” You breathed, nodding at him. He gave you a smile, adding a little more pressure to his thumb. The sensation caused you to move your hips down on his hand, searching for more. He kept the pace for a moment, before sliding his thumb in place of his middle finger. He rested his middle and index finger against your entrance, waiting to see your reaction before doing anything else.

“Is this okay?”

“G-god, yes.” You nodded, still sensitive from your first orgasm. Everything he was doing felt fantastic, and you never wanted him to stop. Before going any further, he leaned forward and let a trail of spit fall from his lips to his fingers, making sure that it wouldn’t be uncomfortable for you. You watched, feeling a flutter of emotion rush to your core at the sight. He gave you a small smirk, noticing the reaction. Slowly, he added one finger first, wanting you to grow comfortable with the feeling before going any further. Once he knew you were alright, he added a second.

“There you go, beautiful.” He smiled, noticing your eyebrows furrow with pleasure as a moan fell from your lips. Gently, he pumped his fingers into you a few times, spitting on his hand once again to lubricate them further. “God, you have no idea how much I thought about doing this.” He muttered, more to himself than you.

“Y-you… you think about this?” You asked, your cheeks turning red at the thought.

“Think about it?” He nearly scoffed. “Baby, I dream about it.” He corrected, curling his fingers upwards slightly as his thumb brushed over your clit. You let out a sharp breath, the feeling unfamiliar but incredibly pleasant. “I think about making you feel good, and about how pretty I knew you would look while you cum…” he trailed off, driving himself crazy at his own words. “About how good you’d taste, and how good you’d feel…” he cut himself off, realizing he might be too obscene for you at the moment. You looked down at him, almost as if you were pleading with him to keep going. The knowledge that he thought about you the same way you thought about him made your heart skip a beat. “How good you’d feel wrapped around my cock.” He finished, stronger and more confident. He could feel your walls clench around his finger at the sound of his words.

“I think about you, too, Jake.” You confessed, closing your eyes and letting your head fall back on the pillow. The pleasure was more intense than anything you’d felt before, and his words were making it all the more satisfying.

“Yeah? You think about me touching you like this?” He paused his thoughts, increasing his pace ever so slightly. “Such a dirty little thing.” He teased, smiling up at your blushed face. “I love it.” He made sure that you knew that more than anything else. “How does this feel, gorgeous?”

“It feels so good, Jake.” You assure him, hoping that he won’t stop.

“Can I try something?” He asks, leaning down and pressing a few more kisses into your thighs.

“Y-yeah, okay.” You nod, unsure of what he had in mind, but trusting him more than anything.

“M’gonna use my mouth, okay?” He said, scanning your face. “Is that alright?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, excited at the prospect.

“Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay Angel?”

“Okay.” You nod, your eyes fixated on him as he moved closer to your heat. He moved his thumb from your clit, but you barely have time to mourn the loss before his mouth was on you and his tongue was doing the work, instead. “Oh, fuck.” You whine, reaching down and tangling your hand in his hair. The feeling was more intense, and definitely more powerful. The warmth of his mouth and the wetness of his tongue was like heaven, and so unlike anything you’d felt before. He barely started and you could feel your walls fluttering against his fingers. You were bordering another orgasm, and you weren’t sure how much you could take before you let go.

His tongue moved carefully, but with intent. It drifted over your clit, savoring any bit of arousal still left on you. His eyes were closed as his hips moved down on the mattress, the friction barely relieving the ache of his cock, but making it a little more bearable. Your breathing was shallow, and the feeling of your fingers tangled in his hair was driving him crazy. He pumped his fingers into you as his tongue worked at you, curling his fingers slightly every time he re-entered. The different types of stimulation was not overwhelming, but just enough as they worked together to push you to the edge.

“Fuck, Jake.” You whined. He hummed against you, showing you how much he was enjoying the sound. The vibration ran through you, tightening the knot in your stomach. You were so close, and your skin was tingling with pleasure. “I think… think m’gonna cum, baby.” You warned. He did not pull away, instead he made his movements more pronounced, needing it more than he needed anything more in his entire life. Your mind was flooded with desire for him, and you could only whimper his name.

He was making you feel better than you ever had before, and you were so in love with him at that moment. You couldn’t think of anyone else you’d rather be doing this with, and you felt so comfortable and loved. He adored you, and he was coaxing you so gently to a climax that it was hard to feel any fear or anxiety about it. He was so gentle and kind, his touch soft and his words sweet. He wanted you to get the most out of it, and more than anything, he wanted to make your first time special. He waited so long for this moment, and now that it was here, he was doing everything in his power to make sure you enjoyed it.

The orgasm washed over you hard, making your legs shake and your eyes squeeze shut. Your fingers tightened around the stands of his hair, and you moaned his name as the pleasure took over. The obscenities falling from your lips painted the walls, burying the memory in the room until the end of time. You felt so good that you forgot how to breathe, and your head felt light. As the intensity died down and you relaxed against him, he began to taper his movements off until he came to a complete stop. As you caught your breath, he pulled back from you and looked up at your face. His eyes were heavy, and lust was hanging thick in the air. He needed you, and he did not have to say it aloud; you could feel it.

As he straightened up, his chin was glistening in the dim light, your orgasm lingering on his skin to remind you of the moment. “How was that, beautiful?” He asked, his voice husky. Your mind was still hazy as you admired his face, watching as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

“So, so good, baby.” You sighed, giving him a lazy smile.

“You want to keep going?” He asked, standing from the bed. You admired him, shirtless and standing over you. Your head was swimming with joy and your skin was ablaze with desire for him. You made it this far, and you wanted to go all the way. You were more than ready to take the step with him, especially after he was so caring and loving with you just moments before.

“Yes, please.” You whisper, giving him a smile. He returned the expression, slowly undoing his belt buckle, pulling it from the loops. His discarded it on the floor, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zipper. You felt like you were holding your breath as you waited for him to undress, feeling excitement begin to build within you. He slipped out of his jeans, kicking them to the side. Then, he looked at you, making sure you were okay before he took off his boxers. He saw the admiration in your eyes, and it made his stomach flutter with adoration.

“You want me, sweet girl?” He whispered, his jaw tense as he watched you look at him in wonder.

“Yes, please.” You nod, waiting for him to advance further. He gave you a soft smile, pulling off his boxers and throwing them to the side. When he straightened up, your breath caught in your throat. He was stunning. The discreet toned muscles in his abdomen that were so often hidden by clothes took your breath away. The soft v-line leaning down from his hips was delicious, and you could feel the arousal begin to grow once more. When he stepped closer, the light seemed to shine on him a little more. You could see all of him, and he was breathtaking.

His cock was painfully hard, the tip red and glistening with pre-cum, and it was so enticing. Seeing all of him was something so special, and you almost regretted not doing it sooner. He kneeled before you on the bed, settling between your legs as he smiled down at you. “Hi, gorgeous.” He hummed, his expression sweet and his eyes showing you nothing but love.

“Hi,” you grinned, feeling excitement overtake all of the anxiety. He reached to the other side of the bed, grabbing a pillow.

“Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.” He said. You did as he told you, and he slid the cushion underneath you. “Should make it a little more comfortable.” He promised, leaning down and bracing his arm beside your head. He gave you a stupid smile that told you how enthusiastic he was. You couldn’t help but smile back, finding his joy infectious. He leaned a little further down, capturing you in a kiss. You melted into the feeling, so relieved at the comfortable and familiar feeling after so many new sensations. You closed your eyes, cupping his cheek in your hand to hold him to you. You wanted to live in the moment with him forever.

He didn’t rush you, kissing you softly for as long as you needed. It was messy, but it was beautiful. His teeth pulled your bottom lip between them, teasing you slightly. You smiled against him, finding the playfulness soothing. “I love you, Jake.” You mumble against his lips.

“I love you so much, Angel.” He whispers, looking down over your face. “I think you’re the most beautiful thing in the whole world, you know that right?” Your cheeks burn red, but you can’t hold back your smile. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I’m lucky to have you.” You sigh, your chest aching with the amount of love you have for him.

“Thank you for trusting me, y/n.” His voice is full of emotion now. The lust took the back burner, second to his love and appreciation for you.

“Thank you for being someone I can trust.” He smiled at your words, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours once more.

“Are you ready? If not, I can wait.” He assured you.

“I am.” You promised. “I’m ready.” He gave you another kiss, biting back another smile. He felt giddy with you, like it was his first time again, too. The strength in which he felt for you nearly brought him to his knees. He leaned back, looking down over your body with a look on his eyes you weren’t sure he’d ever seen before. It was so full of emotion that it made your stomach twist into knots. He spit into his hand, stroking himself before lining himself up with your entrance. He looked to you for approval, and you gave a slight nod of your head.

“It might be a little uncomfortable, so just tell me if it is, okay? Just want you to feel good, baby.”

“I will.” His concern with your pleasure was driving you crazy. He guided your legs around him and waited for a moment, giving you the chance to change your mind. When you said nothing, he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

The feeling was different, but not unpleasant. It took a moment to get used to it as he fully buried himself in you. He paused before moving any further, looking to see if you were okay. You couldn’t help but notice how full you felt, how well he fit with you, and how right it felt. You caught his eye, letting out a little sigh of satisfaction. The small sound nearly pushed him over the edge as he sat, completely still inside of you. His cock twitched slightly, the knowledge that you were enjoying him sending him feral.

“You want to wait, or do you want me to keep going?”

“Keep going, please.” You breathed, wanting more. He gave you a small smile, moving his hips ever so slightly. You tended slightly, adjusting to the feeling, but as he continued, it began to grow more comfortable. Soon after, prickles of pleasure started to ignite your skin. “Oh, Jake.” You sigh, letting your head fall back on the pillow. “That feels… so good.” His jaw clenched at your words, thrilled at your enjoyment.

“Yeah? You like it, baby?” He asked, reaching down and letting his fingers dust over your bare stomach. They trailed all the way to your chest as he cupped your breast in his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. His thumb toyed with your nipple, the small sensation sending a shiver down your spine.

“I do,” you breathe, nodding your head.

“So fucking tight,” he muttered to himself. “You feel so fucking good, angel. Doing so good for me.” Your walls clenched around him as he spoke, drawing him in further. He wasn’t moving very fast, but the feeling was more than enough. It was exactly what you’d been waiting for, even if you didn’t realize it before. Slowly, he began to pick up the pace, unable to hold himself back any longer. “Tell me if you need me to slow down, baby.”

“I will,” you moaned, feeling the intensity begin to build in your belly again. “God, Jake. F-faster, please.” You pleaded. He let out a groan, resembling more of a growl than anything else. He grabbed your hips, pulling you down towards him a little further. His thrusts sped, and he put a little more force behind his movements. He looked down, watching how your bodies fit together, feeling a whole new sense of desire as your hips met his with every thrust.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He groaned, leaning down and pulling you into a kiss. He’d waited so long to feel you like this, and he was afraid he might not be able to hold himself back.

“Fuck, Jake.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down closer to you. His hands on your hips felt so good, his fingers burning into you in the most intoxicating way. You felt better than you ever did before, and you never wanted to stop feeling that way. He was so enchanting, and everything he was doing was euphoric. You felt like you were melting into him, both of you becoming one as the fire burned in your hearts.

“Need you to cum for me one more time, angel. Just one more.” He pleaded, pulling you down on him as he thrusted into you. The angle he was hitting was intoxicating, pulling you in further with every move of his hips. His lips met your again in a heated kiss, your chests heaving as the intensity continued to consume you. Your stomach was twisted in knots and your forehead was glistening with sweat. Your whole body felt like it was ablaze with pleasure, and you needed more than he could give.

He pulled back from you, his hips still keeping a steady pace as his hand reached between you, circling around your clit once again. The second sensation to hold with a fervent appetite, consuming you entirely and making it impossible to think of anything else. His fingers on you and his cock filling you up was pushing you to euphoria, and your vision began to blur. Your mind was hazy as you tried to focus on his face, wondering how you got so lucky to be with someone so beautiful.

“You think you can give me one more, beautiful?” He asked, his voice shaking as he spoke. He was holding himself back to make sure you were pleased, but the idea of him being such a mess for you was driving you even closer to insanity. The most pleasurable part of the whole thing was knowing how good he felt, and how much he loved pleasing you.

“Y-yeah,” you managed a nod, looking up at him with desperate eyes. Your muscles were tightening as you tensed, preparing for the wave of pleasure about to wash over you. The burning in the pit of your stomach was familiar now, and you knew that he was the only one who knew how to get you there.

“Cum for me, baby.” He said, his thumb circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with precision. Your legs locked around him began to tremble, and your breathing was ragged. You were so close, and you needed it. More than that, you needed him to cum at the same time.

“Cum with me, please.” You pleaded, admiring the look of pleasure twisting his expression. He let out a groan at your words, his eyebrows knitting together as his hair hung down over his face. You’d never seen Jake look so ethereal before, and it was driving you mad.

“That’s what you want, angel? That will make you happy?”

“Please, Jake.” You said, reaching up and clasping your fingers around his bicep.

“Anything for my girl,” he muttered, his head falling back as he let out a string of curses. He even made the obscenities sound beautiful. You watched as the columns of his neck tightened and his Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, sweat dripping delicately down across his skin. Strands of hair stuck to the damp skin, framing him in a picture you wished to burn into your mind until the end of time.

The climax hit you hard, and you clenched around him, crying his name as you felt the pleasure fill you completely. He didn’t have time to nurture you through it, because at the same time, his orgasm washed over him. As you rode out the high, his hips stuttered and a breathy moan fell from his lips. He spilled his release inside of you, the feeling so addicting that it forced you into another wave of pleasure. Heavy breathing was the only sound in the room, and after the intensity began to fade, Jake leaned down and wrapped you in his arms. Without withdrawing from you, he turned on his back and pulled you on top of him. With a giggle, you landed comfortably in his arms with a smile so wide it made your cheeks ache.

You rested your head on his chest, your skin still tingling with the ghost of your orgasm. You placed a kiss to the skin, feeling his heart thud against his ribcage. His hand trailed down your back, his fingers tickling you slightly as he traced shapes into your skin. For a moment, neither of you spoke, and you didn’t need to; the whole world felt perfect.

“How was that, angel?” He asked, reaching up and tucking your hair behind your ear. You grinned down at him, unable to put your thoughts into words. “Are you okay?”

“I’m great, Jake.” You assured him, leaning into the touch of his hand.

“You’re not hurt, are you? I wasn’t too rough?” His hand shot to your hip as he looked down, trying to see if he left any marks on you. He was panicking, worried that he hadn’t taken good enough care of you. The last thing he wanted was for you to be in pain.

“It was perfect, my love. It was better than I could have ever imagined.” You promised, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his lips. He relaxed against you, feeling better at the sound of your words.

“So… it was good? You… you liked it?” He said, his own nerves getting the best of him. You could feel him start to go soft inside of you, but neither of you cared to move. You laid together, smiling in bliss at the moment.

“It was phenomenal… I had a fantastic time.” You said, blushing slightly. “Thank you, Jake. For everything.”

“You don’t have to thank me for anything, beautiful.” He pulled your head down so he could place a kiss to your forehead. “It was my pleasure.”

“I do, though. Thank you for being patient, and thank you for caring enough to wait it out. And… thank you for making my first time so special. I’ve always been kind of… afraid, I guess, and you made it so easy.”

“I’m glad I could do that for you, angel. You’re my biggest priority, and I just want to make sure you’re happy and comfortable, and I want you to have a good time.”

“I had such a good time.” You smiled, laying your head on his chest again. “Do you… you think maybe we can do it again, soon?” His grip tightened on you as he let out a small chuckle.

“Sweetheart, we can do it whenever you want. All you have to do is say the word.” He promised.

“I love you so much, Jake.” You whisper, pressing another kiss to his chest with a smile on your lips.

“You have no idea how much I love you, sweetheart.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “You are everything I’ve ever wanted and more.”

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ngl, this one was inspired by personal experiences and when I tell y'all my heart was in my throat as I wrote this. something that's always good to remember is that as long as you know your worth, fuck everything else. don't let anyone try and change your mind or make you feel any sort of ill way for simply wanting what you know you deserve. never settle for less. I'm still struggling with these types of thoughts and emotions, but I'm hoping one day it'll be different

as always, I hope everyone had a lovely day, enjoy 🤍

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Growing up you had never thought of getting married. Ever. You never imagined what your wedding day would be like, never wondered what your future husband's reaction would be as he watched you walk down the aisle ready to begin a new chapter together. You never day dreamed about dresses and flowers and cake flavors much like other girls around you had. You had been to weddings in the past of course, and you always had a good time but you never found yourself thinking "I wish that was me" as the bride and groom stood at the altar, hand in hand promising an eternity of love to one another. That was never you and somewhere deep down within you you always knew it never would be, until you met him.

Everything changed the day you met Sam Kiszka. Your views on weddings and babies and Sunday dinners surrounded by family were completely flipped over as you grew from friends to crushes to girlfriend and boyfriend to lovers, all leading to where you were now, partners.

These new thoughts scared you, as you had never been one to be giddy over these sorts of things. But you couldn't help it. The things he made you feel when he touched you, when he kissed you, when he texted you goodnight before bed as he wished you sweet dreams with the promise of talking to you the next morning. No matter how scared you were you found yourself swimming in these new fuzzy feelings, and they only grew more and more over time. Everyone saw it coming, they knew you'd move in together eventually, everyone seemed to know except the two of you. But when you did it just became another one of your favorite things to do with him. You got to share a bed every night, not just on the weekends. You got to make him breakfast and dinner and sometimes even some lunch if he was home from work. You got the chance to do what had only been reserved for the weekends, every day of the week now. It was perfect. You were content, he was content, and your heart was content.

You developed your own routine together, and it was your favorite thing. Due to your work you left earlier than him and came home earlier than him, so he would leave after you did and come home after you did. At first it wasn't too bad, at least you got the spend the nights together catching up on each others days before going to bed. But the both of you were tired, so the conversations didn't last long before you were both sinking into sleep. His strong arms wrapped around you as you slept made up for it a little, however. But in the back of your mind you always wished for more.

The weekends would come and go, and you were so excited every time as you would both finally get to spend some sort of time together, but it rarely ever happened if not due to so much of your constant begging. You were allowed one thing, if you were lucky. But you would take what you could get, it made you happy to spend time together outside of the house, making memories.

"Let's go to a movie," you suggested one day, to which Sam shook his head, stating he was busy. "Alright well, you wanna go bowling tomorrow night?"

He sighed, giving you a look you were much too familiar with. "I'm busy, Y/N. I don't have time, you know this."

You let out a sigh of your own, slumping your shoulders as you accepted defeat. So you left it at that, and went about doing your own thing to keep yourself occupied until your boyfriend decided he wanted to spend time with you.

You knew he was busy, he worked over 60 hours a week and on the weekends he was busy at home, but you couldn't help but wish he would put as much time and dedication into you and your relationship as he did to his projects here at home. There were times he would finish all of the work that needed to be done, so you would go and ask him if he wanted to go do something, but by the time you got to him he had already come up with something else to do.

Despite all of these things, you loved him. You loved him so much, and you couldn't wait till the day he asked you to marry him. You wanted to take his last name, you wanted to wear a ring on your finger and display it proudly every chance you'd get. You wanted to build a family together, nothing crazy maybe a baby or two. You wanted pets more than anything, but the itch for a baby always remained. Especially with Sam. That was, until you found out his thoughts on the matter.

You were sat on a barstool at the kitchen island, watching Sam move around the kitchen as he cooked lunch for the two of you. You were in disbelief, somehow having ended up on the conversation of babies and marriage and he was sharing his views on the topic with you.

"So you just, never ever want to get married." you repeated his words back to him, to which he shook his head no.

"And kids?" same response.

You were shocked at the confession, as once upon a time at the beginning of your relationship he would talk about making you his wife and having kids together. So what changed?

"It's just a piece of paper," he shrugged. "And it's more taxes. I don't need a government certification to tell me I love you, we're practically already married I mean we live together, we sleep in the same bed and we share clothes. How much more domestic could you possibly get?"

You frowned, your lips pouting slightly to which made him sigh as he took in your expression.

"You're looking at me like I just kicked a puppy, Y/N."

This only deepened your frown.

"None of this is mine, Sam." you said quietly, motioning around you with your hand. "All of this is yours. This house is yours, the property, the furniture, the damn carpet is yours. None of it is mine."

And it was true. You paid bills of course, and bought groceries and supplied everything you needed for yourself, but everything else was his. Your car and your own personal bills were yours, but that compared to the things he took care of was barely a mere 5%. When you moved in together he had already bought the property, the house came with and he bought everything needed for it, so really you had moved in with him, you didn't really move in together together.

You dismissed the conversation before it could go on any further, but in times where you found yourself alone, your mind wandered. What was the point of staying with someone for so long if nothing was ever going to come of it? Were you just always expected to be the girlfriend? You had been together for 4 years, and nothing had really happened. You had barely any memories together, as Sam more often than not refused to go anywhere with you. You wanted to travel, see the world, and you wanted do it with him. Even if it was only one state over at a time, but he always refused. He had gotten a chance to see the world, what with the band and all, but now that they had settled comfortably after being on the road for so long he had no desires of ever going anywhere ever again, stating it took up too much of the time he didn't have. You shared with him how neglected by him you felt, and it would always end in a fight with him victimizing himself and topping it off with some sort of mean comment towards you that would lead you to sleep on the couch.

It was a routine at this point, one that you didn't enjoy. You weren't sure of anything anymore, and over time you had slowly conformed back into the mentality from before. Marriage didn't seem like such a good idea anymore, not with him. And a baby? If he didn't make time for you, how was he ever going to make time for the baby? Thinking this way hurt you, but the sooner you accepted it the better.

But you loved him, and you could never leave him. No matter how mean he was to you, no matter how little attention he paid to you, you loved him. So you lied to yourself and said it was okay.

You settled.

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Kay’s Fic Recs !!!

all of these fics are 18+ and contain smut! read at your own discretion ;)

Josh:

Confession by @thewritingbeforesunrise

The Art of Life by @gvfgal

Brightest Blue by @garbagevanfleet

I See Hell in Your Eyes by @joshsindigostreak

Uncharted Territory by @ficthots

Little Fantasy by @jake-kiszkas-smirk

No Hands by @joshym

Valtava by @gretavanlace

Jake:

Covet by @jakeyt

Imperfect Moments by @abeautylives

Le Morte d’Arthur by @joshym

Cream & Sugar by @sacredthefran

Sémillante by @profitofthedune

Last Call by @milkgemini

The Red Medallion by @earthlysorrows

Capital Vices by @builtbybrokenbells

Pedagogue by @profitofthedune

Dear Patience by @ageofbajabule

Tending by @zm-gvf

Mirror of the Damned by @alwaysonthemend

The Professor by @jakekiszkasmommy

Crimson Lace by @meetingthestarcatchers

Sammy:

Pink Lemonade by @garbagevanfleet

It’s Called Being Nice by @gretavanfleetposts

Locked Out by @sparrowofthedawnsworld

A Need That Goes Unspoken by @neverwanttofallasleep

How I’m Imagining You by @geminisecrets

Seven by @garbagevanfleet

Danny:

Stretch You Out by @gvfgal

Black Swan by @holybananafuck

Struck by @gretavangroupie

Little Bird by @gretavanlace

Red by @vanfleeter

Stroke Me by @hyperfixated-gvf

Twins:

Poppins by @gretavanlace

Kismet by @gretavangroupie & @sacredstarcatcher

What Is And What Should Never Be by @sinsofstardust

Down The Hall by @milkgemini

Skin Deep by @streamingcolors-gvf

Forbidden Twins

Vigilance by @gretavangroupie & @gretavanmoon

A Beautiful Riff by @sparrowofthedawnsworld

Janny:

Valor by @gretavangroupie & @gretavanmoon

Greta Van Fleet

Fire in the Water by @gretavanfleetposts

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gretavangroupie · 22 days

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The Ripe and The Ruin - (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader, OC x Reader

Word Count: 14.3k

Warnings: Language, Alcohol, Smoking, Angst, Unwelcome Advances, Kissing.

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A new series in collaboration with my talented co-writer @gretavanmoon.

"Like all good fruit, the balance of life is in the ripe and ruin."

JAKE POV

You absentmindedly swirl the skinny black straw around in your glass, scoffing to yourself as you wonder why the bartender put a stirrer into your Whiskey in the first place. It didn’t need to be stirred. You took it straight. It was fine on its own. Regardless, you sipped around the straw, letting the oaky liquor trickle down the back of your throat.

It wasn’t that you hated flying. It was more that you hated being alone with your thoughts for extended periods of time. Only your phone or a book to occupy your brain, but you knew that only worked for so long. Eventually you’d be left alone to tumble down into those dark, dusty memories that would torment you until you touched down in whatever city you were slated to be in that day.

You hear Josh’s voice, instinctively causing you to turn your head, watching as he and Daniel stand in front of the camera recording whatever video the social media team planned for the day. You gracefully bowed out of that process all together, the team knowing not to approach you about an idea unless they knew it was something you would agree to. Usually though, it wasn’t. You turn to look at Sam on your right, seeing his gaze fixed upon the two of them. Both of you were now watching them as they played along with the skit, a huff of secondhand embarrassment sizzling through you as you sip from your glass. You’d never be caught dead doing that.

Fools. How is anyone ever supposed to take us seriously if all we show them is this?

“You ready for another few months of this shit?” you mumble, your lips barely parting from the edge of your glass.

Sam snickers as he turns back to you. “No. But that’s the job isn’t it?” he answers, swallowing down a gulp of beer, turning to look at you.

“I’m hitting that wall, too.” you answer, meeting the eyes of his girlfriend, Lyla. She sends you a sympathetic look as she squeezes Sam’s arm, giving him the little bit of reassurance he needs. “S’been a shit few weeks.”

Sam doesn’t say anything, instead pursing his lips together and slowly nodding his head as he peers down into his empty glass. Everyone knows better than to indulge you in your misery at this point, vowing not to pick at the festering wound. It’s still fresh and you’re still too volatile.

“Well, we’re going to your happy place, right?” Lyla asks with a hopeful smile.

“Yeah, yeah we are,” you answer, taking another long pull of Whiskey. It was clear she didn’t know the reason it made you happy in the first place was because of the memories you made there with the person no longer around.

You turn your head ready to fall into those memories you’ve been pushing away for weeks, but fate has other plans as you spot your production team walking towards the boarding gate. They look frantic as they talk to each other, their eyes flicking up and down from their phones in their hands. Paul, your band Manager leads the group, finally slipping his phone into his pocket as he spots the gate. Next to him is Corrine, the Production Manager talking on the phone, balancing it between her ear and shoulder as she follows Paul. Wes, the Tour Manager continues to talk to Paul as they step into the waiting area, but behind him is someone you don’t recognize.

She’s looking down at her phone, unaware that Wes has come to an abrupt stop in front of her. She runs into him just enough that it gets his attention, a profuse apology falling from her mouth. You laugh a little at the exchange, wondering who this girl is, and why she is with your team. She’s dressed like the rest of them, casual, but still comfortable for a day of travel. A slouchy white long sleeve shirt, a little too thin for the cold January weather, a brown leather backpack, worn and well loved, and a pair of olive green pants that hug her ass just a little too well for 10AM on a Thursday morning. You find yourself unable to pull your eyes away from her, a magnetizing feeling sucking you in the longer you look at her. She laughs with Wes, a bright smile lighting up her face causing an unwelcome twinge in your chest. It’s when she fully turns though, allowing you to see her whole face through the curtain of tousled waves, that you find yourself needing to know who she is.

You swallow nervously, licking your bottom lip as you turn to Sam. “Who uh, who’s that?” you ask, nodding towards the group. “With Paul, Wes, and Corri?”

Sam turns around in his barstool, looking across the busy walkway to the group standing at the gate. “Oh, um…” he pauses, assessing the situation. “She’s with Paul, so that must be our new runner.”

“What happened to Lucy?” you ask, letting your eyes drift back to the mystery girl.

“She got engaged and moved to Scotland or some shit, I don’t remember. Ask Josh,” he laughs.

You hum, trying to remember the email thread where Paul’s new assistant was approved. What was her name…

“You know her name?” Lyla asks, looking at Sam.

Yes, Lyla. Yes.

“Um, I think it’s….Y/N. Yeah, yeah, Y/N,” he answers confidently, snapping his fingers as he speaks.

“So she’s the new Lucy…” you hum, flipping your sunglasses down over your eyes.

“Guess so. We’ll see if she can hack it,” he laughs, sliding his card to the bartender.

You turn back to look at her, this time your eyes concealed. She is rocking back and forth on her feet, looking around as she hugs her arms across her chest. She seems nervous, pushing her hair behind her ears every few minutes. You’re positively taken by her, unable to peel your eyes away from her every move. You can’t help but study her, and you briefly wonder if it's the alcohol rushing through your brain that has you so focused on her.

The gate agents’ voice blaring through the intercom system snaps you from your thoughts, announcing that your flight was ready to begin boarding. You look to Sam, who is signing the check, and nod your head in silent agreement that you should head over. You toss back the rest of your Whiskey, letting out a sigh as it warms your chest. You grab your black leather backpack and sling it over your shoulders, straightening out your shirt before following Sam across the walkway to the gate. With your glasses still down, you step into the waiting area, watching people line up around you.

Josh, Ty, Mia, and Daniel appear behind you, startling you a bit as you fumble around in your pocket for your boarding pass. Their conversation is loud and grating, but you tune them out. You check your seat assignment as you move forward in the line, repeating it in your head over and over so you don’t forget it. You try not to pay attention to the pretty mystery girl five people ahead of you, but you just can’t seem to take your eyes off of her. You watch her disappear down the jet bridge as she talks to Paul, and before you can even register it, it’s your turn and the gate agent is scanning your ticket. She sends you on your way with a smile, and as you make the long walk to the plane you wonder if the girl in the green pants is going to make this tour just a little bit more interesting.

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HER POV

3E. 3E. 3E.

Your eyes scan the row of numbers at the top of the cabin, finally catching sight of your assigned seat. You slide into the aisle seat, tossing your backpack to the floor as you let out a sigh of relief. You made it in one piece. You weren’t late, and everyone seemed to like you so far.

You take a look around you, admiring the plush seats and ample legroom. You’d never flown first class before. You felt a little out of place as you looked at the people around you. Thankfully it was filled with team members you knew, and the band members and their partners, but still you knew you didn’t belong up here. You kicked your bag beneath the seat in front of you, pulling your shirt sleeves over your hands before reaching up to adjust the air vents that were blowing far too hard. A small shiver left your body as you spun the vents closed, sitting back comfortably in your seat as you waited to see who your seat partner would be.

Your phone buzzed on your lap, a text from your best friend lighting up your screen.

Ruth

10:57am: How many hours is the flight again?

You smile as you quickly text back, running the numbers in your head.

You

10:58am: I don’t know, like 7 or 8 hours? You’ll be fine. Read a book or something. I’ll text you when I get there. But it will be late…or early? I think? There is a big time difference.

Ruth

10:59am: Ok, be careful.

You lock your phone and shove it under your leg, your eyes darting to the aisle as more people pass you on their way to their seats. You couldn’t believe your first leg of tour with them was taking you across Europe, allowing you to see places you’d only dreamed about. It wasn’t the job you were worried about, you could do that in your sleep. It was the uncertainty of being in another country with people you didn’t really know.

Getting to know the bands you worked for was a precarious thing. Always walking the thin line between friend and employee. You knew your place though, and you knew where that boundary lied. Your eyes refocus as someone stops in front of you, dropping their hands. As you look up you see Jake, one of the band members staring back at you.

“I’m…right there,” he says, gently pointing to the seat next to you.

“Oh, right here?” you ask, genuinely curious how you were seated next to a band member and not with a crew member.

“3F? That’s what this says…” he asks, checking his boarding pass. You nod and stand, letting him slide into the seat. He drops his leather backpack to the ground with a thud, letting out a sigh of relief, much in the same way you had.

You resettle in your own seat, buckling your seatbelt and pulling it tight across your lap. Your heart is still pounding as you try to calm your nerves, suddenly feeling put on the spot next to your boss. Or– your boss's boss. Shit.

You realize that you know practically nothing about this band, about its members, and really even much of their music beyond their hits. You planned to spend most of this flight acquainting yourself with them, learning their likes and dislikes before making a fool out of yourself in front of them in the green room. You don’t know if you should speak to him, and truthfully you’re a little hesitant since that day at the office, catching him and Josh in an argument.

You didn’t even know they would be there as you went in to sign your paperwork, but to your surprise they were, standing in the middle of the office playing around on instruments and talking. You made a beeline straight for the management office, mostly unseen, and quickly signed your paperwork. Paul went over some of the timelines and the things you would be responsible for as you took detailed notes on your phone, not wanting to miss a single thing.

Though, all of that came to a screeching halt as the sound of a chair skidding forcefully across the concrete floors pulled you both from your conversation. From your seat you watched through the small office door as two men moved towards each other, while two more intervened to break up whatever was about to happen.

You then learned from Paul that the two people that were arguing were the twins, Jake and Josh, and that the other two were their younger brother Sam, and their honorary brother Daniel. You observed in shock as the two of them shouted profanities at each other from either side of the piano, both red faced and worked up over something.

Paul quickly walked you out the front door with an apology and a laugh, and that was the last you saw of the band and its members, until today.

Out of the corner of your eye, you try to get a good look at him without him noticing. First impressions have always been a big deal to you, and since your first impression of him was nothing short of off-putting, you decide to try again. Give him the benefit of the doubt.

Worn-in black pants, cuffed at the ankle, a wrinkled beige button up that only conceals half his torso, a thick dark navy overcoat, and a stack of heavy silver necklaces. Oh, and blue-tinted sunglasses. His cologne… now that will be sticking around in your mind for a while. Clean, woodsy, a hint of musk but still kind of sweet.

You hear him clear his throat as he fidgets with his things, putting them all in their places as he finally settles into his seat. He reaches down into his black leather bag that appears to be well-loved, and pulls out a set of wired earbuds. They’re tangled and bunched, and you can’t help but smirk as you watch him try to untangle them. His fingers pull through the twisted white wires, and before you can offer your help, he reluctantly tosses them back down on top of his unzipped bag. “Fuck it,” you hear him mumble under his breath. He huffs again and leans back, tapping his fingers anxiously on his arm rests.

You let yourself drift back into your own thought as the plane takes off, going over the hundreds of miniscule things you know you’ll have to accomplish as soon as the plane lands. It’s quiet in first class, something you aren't used to with flying on the regular. The peacefulness that comes along with the drone of the plane and the light conversation between everyone is almost enough to help you relax a little, if not for the damned cool air still blowing through the vent above you.

You shiver a little, cuffing your hands over the ends of your shirt to pull it in more closely to your body. Why you had chosen to forgo a heavier jacket in the middle of winter, you truly don’t know. You decide to distract yourself a little, pulling up the string of endless emails that lie in waiting on your phone, getting a nice head-start on your duties before you have to hit the ground running.

Jake has been sitting beside you quietly for about an hour now, alternating scrolling his phone every few minutes and looking out his window. The cloud cover is heavy, so being able to see even a glimpse of the ocean below you is a lost cause. You listen as he sighs, crossing one of his legs over the other and folding his hands in his lap.

Should you strike up conversation? No, he probably doesn’t care to speak to you. But is it rude not to? You’ve already been sitting here for over an hour…

Just as you decide to open your mouth to speak, the plane hits turbulence. The cabin shakes and rumbles, and you can feel your stomach fall. Your hands grip the arm rests with white knuckles as the plane passes through, your eyes gripping shut as tightly as your palms on the arm rests.

Finally, after what feels like forever the plane evens out again, and you hear the pilot come over the intercom to apologize. You finally let the breath you were holding free from your lungs, and you open your eyes to see Jake with his head leaned low in front of you.

“You okay?” he asks, an eyebrow cocked.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Just…don’t really enjoy this part much.” you admit, running your sweaty palms over your pants.

He sits back in his seat once he notices your calmness return. “Me neither, to be honest. No matter how many times you hit turbulence on a plane, you never get used to it. I don’t care what people say.” he says with a sweet smile. You can tell that he was coming down from an anxious episode just the same as you.

“No joke…” you agree, suddenly wanting a drink even if it was before noon. You push the tiny hairs away from your face as you regain a hold on your bearings, picking up right where you had left off before the turbulent air sent you into a spiral of doom. “I–I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself before, my name’s–”

“Y/N.” he cut in, extending the tips of his fingers out to offer you a friendly handshake.

You let your hand slowly come up to meet his, suddenly uncaring that it was probably still clammy. “Yeah, that’s me. It’s nice to meet you.”

For the five seconds your bodies connect, and the even shorter few seconds that his honey brown eyes meet yours, you feel like you were worried for nothing. This guy is nice. Maybe he’ll be easier to talk to than you thought…

His hand disconnects and flies to his chest. “I’m Jake.”

You nod. Of course you already know his name. “Yeah, um…guitar. Right?”

He smiles harder this time. “Yup. That’s my forte, at least. Have you um, ever been to Europe?” He brushes his hand over his nose a few times as his eyes dart back and forth from the seat behind you and back to your face, unable to hold eye contact. Is he nervous?

You turn your body a little more toward him. “No, actually. This is my first time. But I hear good things…”

“Oh shit, you’re gonna love it. Especially this time of year. Things move pretty fast when we get there, but we always try to explore as much as possible. See some sights.” You can tell that he’s truly excited about this excursion, and to be completely honest, you found yourself wanting to hang on his every word.

“Anything in particular?” you press, wanting to hear the gritty rich sound of his voice again.

You let him talk on and on about the places he wants to see, and the places that they had already been, even bringing up a few older photos on his phone as he describes their past trips. You try not to look as he scrolls, but his camera roll is full of tons of scenic photos and videos, landscapes, mountains, waterfronts… and of course a few rogue photos of guitars and guitar parts. You wonder if he’s planning to make little vlogs.

“Italy is my favorite, I think. So much history there. I could’ve stayed for six months if they’d have let me.” Your shoulders are pressed up against each others’ now as you watch his thumb glide over the multitude of media, speeding through the less important ones to get to his favorites. Strange of him to trust a stranger this much to watch him scroll his personal camera roll. He obviously doesn’t have much to hide, even if this is crossing that boundary line…

“The people are great, the food is great, the wine, oh god, don’t get me started on the wine…” he chuckles, and you feel yourself bumping your shoulder against his a little as you laugh along with him. “The terroir is fuckin’ phenomenal, obviously. It’s like a different world.”

“I like a moscato every now and then.” You add, trying to throw in your two cents on your crumbs of wine knowledge.

He returns with a scrunched nose. “Hmm, a bit sweet for my taste…So, Y/N. What’s your story, how’d you end up with us?” he asks, switching to cross his other leg over, now.

You swallow, unsure of how to explain years’ worth of ups and downs you’d gone through to a rockstar. Your boss. You decide to keep it short and sweet, he didn’t need to know everything.

“Well, I spent my entire youth attending a small private school and private high school, so I came up quite the determined and disciplined kid. Kinda sheltered.” You turn again in your seat, tucking one leg up underneath you. “But, I ended up moving away from home and away from family, been in this business for almost, eh, six years now?” You go on, and he listens intently. “Guess you could say I’m a pro at making things happen out of thin air.” You give him a long wink as you snap your fingers together.

His eyebrows shoot up, and he finally gives you a hundred-watt smile. My god, he’s…

“A-ha, so you got all the good hookups, huh?” He asks, running his fingers over his chin as his cheeks turn the palest shade of pink.

“S’what the runner does, isn’t it?” You pull your eyes back down to your lap. “Get you everything you need, right when you need it?”

You bring your eyes back up to his and watch as he swallows hard, his mouth hanging open for just a split second before he catches himself. “Yeah, ehm, I suppose it is. We’re not too bossy, though. Josh can be, but.”

“So I’ve heard, he’s kind of a…diva?” You hadn’t done too much research on them, honestly. You hadn’t had the time. But, what few tiktoks and musics videos you had managed to see were fairly telling of their personalities.

“He is. He is.” Jake laughs. “Don't let him fool you, though. He’s a big softie with an attitude problem. We all kind of are, honestly.”

“You’re a softie?” You press with a teasing tone. “From the few videos I’ve seen of you playing guitar, you look a little intimidating…”

“Me? Intimidating?” He clicks his tongue. “Don’t believe everything you see on the internet, Y/N. It’s dangerous…” he growls the last word, and you can feel your insides ripping themselves apart just at the sound of his voice. You have to pull back, now.

“All the runners we’ve ever had did extensive research on us before they came on tour, did you not do that?” he inquires, throwing you off a bit.

You don’t really know how to answer, so you tell the truth. “Honestly Jake, no, I didn’t. I’ve toured with a few other bands in my career, and I did that. I researched them, learned all things I thought I needed to know so I didn’t go in blind. And, this time around, I did a little bit, but I kind of wanted to meet you all for myself. Get my own versions of you.”

“Hm.” He responds with an understanding nod. “Well, you’ll be the first.”

“Speaking of,” you go on, candidly glancing around the cabin and deciding to go ahead and ask the question that’s been nagging you. “Everyone else is seated with someone, wonder why I’m not with the rest of the team.”

“What, you don’t wanna sit by me, Y/N?” he asks with a shred of a grin.

“No no, it’s not that.” you laugh. “Just—“

“Normally I have someone with me, but…we’ve recently…gone our separate ways, I suppose.” He trips over the words a little, stammering through them like it was the first time he’d admitted it.

“Oh… I see.” you pause, “That’s…never an easy thing.”

I wonder if that was why he was so snippy that day at the office when you saw him fall off his rocker?

“Eh, s’alright. Win some, lose some. We had a good run.” He says as he waves off the question. “So, you say you’ve been doing this awhile, you must really miss whoever you’re leaving at home.”

Skating around the question, aren’t you, Jake?

“No, I’m single, if that’s what you’re asking.” You bite your lip as he doesn’t stop you from elaborating further. “I’m pretty independent, I like structure and uniformity. Growing up I wasn’t allowed much time on my own to have hobbies outside of school and practice. Strict parents. The job has kept me pretty adhered to that mindset, even in my personal life, so.”

His eyes flick to yours and he squints them a little, as if he’s collecting every single one of your words and hanging them in a closet in his mind. He’s trying his best to figure you out, you can see it on his face. But why? He shouldn’t care…you don’t matter.

“I can respect that.” He nods again. “My brothers and I, we grew up in a fairly religious household. Was great, don’t get me wrong. Really formed our roots but, as we got older and started to see the world, we kinda got away from it. Began to start seeing things in a different perspective.” He sucks his teeth, as if he’s recounting a hard memory. “Kinda why we moved to Nashville. We knew we had to break away if we wanted the band to be successful.”

You nod in understanding. “I mean, it worked, didn’t it?”

His laugh fills the cabin as it bounces off the walls, a sweet chuckle that makes your heart rate pick up. You could listen to him laugh all day long.

“S’pose it did.”

“The fuck are you two over here laughing at, huh?” Suddenly Josh’s curls are squished between your seats, his cheeks pinched together as he speaks. “I’m trying to get some shut-eye but I can’t from all the babbling—”

Jake places his hand over entirety of his twin’s face, pressing him through and back into his own seat. “None of your business, fuck off.”

You laugh at their antics, knowing in the back of your mind that you had better get used to it. You feel the air kick on again, fiercely blowing the freezing cold air directly onto you. You shiver a little, balling yourself up and pulling your sleeves closely in toward you again.

“You want my jacket?” Jake asks, already starting to pull it from his shoulders.

“No! No no no, thank you, but I’m fine, really.” The last thing you need is that right off that bat. A bad look. Day one. Nope.

“Seriously, I run naturally hot. Take it.” He replies.

“Oh yeah? Hence all your layers?” You tease, repositioning in your seat.

“It’s a fashion statement, thank you very much.” He bites. “All about comfort for me.”

Gotta change the subject.

“So tell me something I should know about your brothers. Something that would give me brownie points if I wanted to say…impress them with my craft service skills…” you press, giving him a new challenge.

“Wow um, let’s see…” he brings his fingers to his chin and thinks hard, and you can’t help but feel endeared by the fact that he truly wants to help you out. “Josh stays away from chocolate and dairy and sweets and all that, but his guilty pleasure is those cotton candy flavored grapes. Weird, I know.”

“Oh my god, those are so nasty!” you laugh, but still take note.

“Danny would be over the moon if you surprised him with salsa verde Doritos, and Sam drinks kombucha more than the normal human should.” he finishes with a stern nod.

“Got it. I think I can make most of that happen, aside from the grapes…”

“He would kiss you right on the lips, I’m telling you.” Jake giggles again, and you notice how he lights up when he talks about them.

“So Josh is the dramatic softie, what about the other two?” you ask.

“Sam’s kinda serious but he’s playful when he wants to be. Sneaky, too. Daniel’s always into something, always busy. Man doesn’t like to sit still,” he concludes, and you commit it all.

“And what about you?” you ask, feeling your stomach flip for some reason.

“I thought you said you wanted to get your own versions of us,” he quipped back, parroting your words from earlier. Damn, you had said that.

You toss your hair behind your shoulder. “I did but…You’ll tell me all about them, but not about yourself?”

He crunches his lips together as his eyes scan your face. It makes you a little uncomfortable, how hard he’s really looking at you, but you let him. Stopping him would be a sin you weren’t ready to commit just yet.

“That’s right.”

The two of you drift off into silence again as the minutes tick by, thankfully not being embarrassingly interrupted by Josh anymore. You decide that you want to listen to some music, so you reach into the pocket of your bag and pull out your AirPods, slipping the left one in first followed by the right. You pull up your music and begin flipping through your playlists, searching for something to match the relaxed tone of the hour. Truly, you feel like you could easily drift off to sleep.

You find a nice quiet playlist and curl up in your seat, halfway reluctant you didn’t take Jake’s jacket, but also proud of yourself for saying no. You’re fucking freezing.

You turn your head to the side and close your eyes, ready to drift off into another world.

You’re jolted awake by turbulence, the plane shaking again as you wake up and get your bearings. “Shit,” you breathe as you sit up straighter, remembering exactly where you are. You notice that in your slumber, your head had fallen against Jake’s shoulder. Fuck. Fuck fuck.

The turbulence only lasts a few seconds before it evens out again, and the calmness returns to your body. You glance at Jake, seeing him looking a little drowsy and shaken, too.

“Jake, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, why didn’t you wake me? I—”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I kinda dozed off, too,” he replies, stretching his arms high above his head without a care…not like he didn’t just have a stranger asleep with her head on his shoulder.

You look down, noticing that in the time you had drifted off, Jake had covered you with his coat.

You panic, scrambling a little as you work to pull it from your body before anyone notices.

His hands are quickly on yours, stopping your action. “Leave it, Y/N. You were shivering in your sleep…you can’t tell me you aren’t cozy right now…” his voice is barely a whisper, and the warmth of his hands grazing overtop of yours, even for a second, is enough to give you a whole other type of chill.

“Yeah, I—I am warm…” you can’t deny that your body temperature has increased by at least a couple of degrees, and your fingers don’t feel like they’re going to get frostbite anymore. The jacket is heavy, heavier than it looks, and it smells like fresh pine needles and woodsy body soap. Just like…him?

“See?” he growls, backing away. “Just stay put.”

Stay put? You want to bite back with something that will put him in his place; you explicitly told him you didn’t want his jacket, and he covered you anyway. While you were unconscious. While you couldn’t turn down the offer.

…But you’re so warm, now. Your tense muscles are finally relaxing. The frigidity of the space has suddenly turned into a toasty furnace with a crackling fire.

Okay, but just until we land…

“What are you listening to?” Jake asks as he stretches again. You turn your phone for him to see, showing a generic playlist of Peaceful Sleep Songs lighting up your lock screen.

“Agh, no, what is that shit?” Jake snatches your phone from your hand, quickly flipping the screen to unlock with your face before he begins shuffling through your playlists.

“What are you doing?!” you yelp, reaching for your phone back. He raises his free hand to the air, stopping you from taking it.

“Aht aht… I’m finding you something better to listen to. Don’t worry about it.” You suddenly hear the quiet music in your ears switch to something else, something you knew for a fact you hadn’t ever heard before. You give it a second as he turns the volume up a few notches, and you realize that it is most definitely brand new to you.

It’s a solemn, tense-feeling piano beat, followed in by guitar. Lyrics only come in after a minute and a half or so. It sounds like growling, deep and hollow and a bit scary, but beautiful nonetheless. He’s watching your face as you experience it, quickly pressing pause as the song comes to a close.

“What was that?” you ask, realizing you had really enjoyed it.

“That was a song called Intro, by Alt-J. I know you’ve heard of Alt-J.” he says as he goes back to work on the phone.

You slowly shake your head from side to side. “Can’t say I have, actually.”

His jaw goes slack as his eyebrows raise in disbelief. “What? Like, never?”

You feel your cheeks turning pink at the thought of a literal rockstar calling you out on your lack of music knowledge.

“I don’t think so! That’s not what I normally listen to…don’t judge me,” you laugh, reaching for your phone again.

He swats your hand away. “Ohh no, little fledgling. You’re listening to this. This is the good shit…” he presses play again as a twinkling high-pitched voice comes through your ears. It’s just jumbled words, no backing music or tune. The acapella strikes you as strange at first, until the end when it changes tone a bit, and it’s almost as if the lyrics are giving you advice you didn’t ask for. Warning you of something new and exhilarating, or better yet, dangerous and foreboding. It almost feels as if a black cloud has overcome you, only for a split second, letting you feel the nonexistent pokes and pinches that come along with the emotion of worry.

The song flows directly into another now, one layered with a lot more sound, and it pulls you from that odd headspace the previous had put you in. You lean over the armrest, looking at the screen to see the title Tessellate. You’ve never heard anything like this kind of music before, and you wonder why Jake chose this particular artist.

“This is one of their more popular ones, like radio popular, but it’s still one of my favorites on this album. Here in a second you’ll hear it slow down—”

You stop him by pulling your right earbud out, shoving it in his hand. “Shh, you can talk me through the songs later. Let me listen.”

He shuts his mouth, giving you a sweet grin as he takes the bud, placing it in his own ear and pressing play again. You continue on through the album, each song something brand new to you, a genre you’d really never delved into but wish you had, now. It’s enthralling, different, and full of sounds that make your mind sway and swim through mixtures of color and gray.

You watch as Jake’s fingers tap along exactly with the beat of each song perfectly, down to a tee. The words don’t make much sense to you, and you can hardly distinguish what the singer is saying, but you know that Jake will give you a rundown of it all as soon as time allows him. You don’t know much about him, but his persistence is already apparent. You glance to see his eyelashes hitting his cheeks, his head barely bobbing side to side as he feels the music. You find yourself envious that he can draw inspiration and act on it, turning it into art of his own, whereas all you can do is sit back and listen to it.

Every couple of minutes he perks up from his meditation and adds new songs from their other albums onto the little playlist he’s started for you. You can’t quite make out what he’s titled it, but you can tell it's an emoji of some sort. His thumb flips and flies with precision across your screen as he scrolls and adds songs, and you have to admit, you’re a little excited to get your phone back and learn just what he’s creating for you. Especially for you.

You take a quick deep breath as you recenter yourself, catching your eyes drifting over his hand as he grips your phone. The veins in his hand roll over his knuckles, and you can just barely see the scuffed and calloused ends of his fingertips. Dial it the fuck back Y/N, remember the rules.

“Oooh, this is another one of my favorites,” he remarks, his mouth fairly close to your ear as he tries not to raise his voice over the volume of the music. He turns the screen a little so you can see the title, Taro. “You haven’t— You didn’t come to any of our shows last year by chance, did you?”

You feel a big pang of guilt shoot through your chest, remembering that you had actually been invited by some friends to see them way back when, but you’d turned the invitation down, not knowing who they even were at the time. You shake your head from side to side. “No, I didn’t.”

“This is one of the ones we play to the crowd before we go on. We all love it, it’s a sad, sad love tale based on true events. That’s the cool thing about this group, their lyrics are never really about what you think they are. They’re storytellers, a bit like Josh is, if you think about it. Their themes and over arcs are just…mind blowing sometimes.” Jake’s voice is a tiny murmur in your ear as your shoulders lean on one another’s again, still very taken with the music flowing through your ear. “We grab a lot of inspo from them, sonically and melodically…” You can feel his breath on your cheek, and you find yourself wondering what it would taste like…

“Here, read along with the lyrics. Try not to cry.” He hands your phone back, letting you keep up with the words floating down your screen. And he’s right, it’s heartbreaking without even knowing the context.

“Wow…That was really beautiful,” you choke, realizing the depth of the story of the song.

“Yep. Good shit, I told you.” He whips his hand around and takes the phone back as the next song comes in and warms your bones up again. You can feel the bare skin of his elbow brushing against yours, realizing that he was telling the truth about being naturally warm-bodied. Suddenly you don’t feel so bad about cuddling up under his coat.

He opens your contacts app and adds himself, placing the sword emoji beside his name. He smirks as he hands the phone back.

“Added your phone number, huh?” you ask rhetorically.

He sucks his teeth as he cracks his fingers. “Yep. How else will I let you know what I might need? Plus, never know when you might need to call me.”

—

You watch the signs overhead illuminate, a gentle tone ringing through the cabin as the Captain starts to make an announcement. You pause the song and pull your AirPod out, watching Jake do the same.

“Hey folks, this is your Captain speaking. Just want to let you know we will be landing in Hamburg shortly. I’d expect to be on the ground in the next ten minutes or so, putting us about fifteen minutes ahead of schedule, so sit tight and we’ll have you on the ground in a few. Attendants please prepare for arrival.”

You turn to look at Jake, shrugging as you slide your AirPod back into the case. He raises his eyebrows and drops his jaw. “But we aren’t done! Wait! Hold on!”

He grabs your phone again, and from what you can see he is adding more songs to your playlist. You watch as he scrolls through various different albums by different artists, adding songs as quickly as he can. You smirk as you catch sight of the emoji he’s chosen, the chick icon, a playful nod at his earlier fledgling comment. He peeks over at you every few seconds, trying his best to hurry so you can pack up your things, but in a last effort you watch as he adds himself as a collaborator to the playlist.

You raise an eyebrow to him as he hands your phone back to you, shrugging with a soft laugh. You feel your insides swirl at the sight of his smile, and you turn your eyes to your phone scrolling through the songs on the playlist. You turn back to him and nod, a silent agreement that you will listen just as you feel the plane starting to land.

“I wanna keep adding songs for you to listen to, fledgling. If you want me to, of course…”

You nod. “Of course I do. School away, Jake,” you reply with an air of playful annoyance.

He chuckles. “I plan to.”

As you brace for the landing you grip your hands into the arm rests, letting go of the soft worn in corduroy fabric you’d been playing with for the last hour. Your eyes squint closed as the plane touches down, jolting everyone forward in their seats. Jake grabs his phone as the plane slows down, flashing his screen at you to show a local time of 12:13AM.

“I see some jet lag in our future,” you smile, sliding his jacket off of your arms. You fold it the best you can and hand it back to him, almost sad you have to give it back to him. “Thanks again for that.”

“Oh yeah, no problem.” He accepts it graciously from you, letting out a soft breath as he unfolds it and slides it back over his shoulders. It fits his personality well, soft and sturdy, worn in and weathered. He flips his hair out from beneath the collar, a barely there smell of peppermint passing through the air. You pull your gaze away from him just as you see his cheeks start to blush from your gaze. You lock your phone and stick it into your backpack at your feet, wondering how in such a short amount of time Jake has managed to infiltrate your thoughts so completely.

JAKE POV

As she turns to grab her bag you open your phone, tapping on the notification that she has added you to her playlist. You accept the invitation with a sly smile before sliding your phone back into your coat pocket. It smells like her now, soft and floral, very different than anything you were used to. Your mind was already circling with things you wanted to add to that playlist when you got a minute, finding it was harder than you thought to think of songs on the fly.

The first few rows begin to file out of the plane and you watch as Paul stands and turns to look at Y/N, motioning to her to meet up with him after she got off the plane. She nods her head and slides her backpack straps over her shoulders, waiting for her turn to stand.

“For jet lag…You know…Um, Benadryl,” you offer, your voice a little soft and unsure.

She turns to look at you, pinching her brows together in question.

“When you get to your room tonight, take a Benadryl. Should knock you out until the morning and help you get on a normal schedule. Works for me, at least.” you finish, nodding to her as the people in front of you stand to leave.

“Thanks, Jake.” She smiles and nods, sliding out of her seat to walk down the aisle.

You watch her as she walks up the jet bridge towards the gate, seeing Paul waiting for her in the doorway. The two walk together through the airport, finding it fairly quiet at this hour as most of the flights have landed for the night. You push your sunglasses down onto your nose just as you feel Josh walking up behind you.

He gives you a gentle nudge in the side to get your attention. “You good?”

“Yeah, yeah. Easy flight,” you answer, still listening and catching bits and pieces of whatever Paul is saying to Y/N, prepping her for the hotel check in and details for the morning. She is typing notes on her phone as she walks, barely looking where she is going, clearly trusting Paul to look out for her more than she should.

You tune out Josh as he rambles on about the flight, Ty jumping in every few words with a retort or a laugh. Your eyes don’t seem to leave her though, watching her talk, watching her walk, shit, just watching her. You can’t seem to shake it. You’d never met anyone like her before. Someone you were so instantly taken with. You wanted to know every single detail about her.

You feel Josh’s hand as it comes up to your chin, pressing it upward and forcing your jaw shut. “There, you seemed to have dropped that.”

You turn to him angrily, knowing what he’s insinuating, giving him a hard elbow to the arm. “Fuck off, Josh.”

He laughs and pushes you with his shoulder, readjusting his backpack on his other shoulder. “Just an observation, that’s all. Can’t say I blame you, though.”

“Oh are you talking about Jake and Y/N?” Sam interjects, stepping up on your right side in a lanky stride.

Josh nods, laughing slightly, wanting to keep this banter going. Asshole.

“Can you two knock it off, fuck,” you growl, hoping she can’t hear them. Your eyes are locked in on her again, and much to your relief she is talking to Paul and can’t hear a word they’re saying.

“He didn’t shut up the entire flight. Lots of whispering and giggles from up there. I didn’t sleep at all. But I did hear his monologue about the genius of Alt-J for the fourth time this year.” Josh quips, earning a laugh from everyone around you.

“Fuck you again, Josh,” you spit, annoyed at his lack of respect.

“Damn, so you’re trying to scare her away, then?” Sam teases, giving you a sideways grin.

You shake your head and push past them forcefully as you step off the escalator into baggage claim, not wanting to engage in this conversation a second longer. Especially because you were afraid they might be right.

—

“Shit, not again,” Danny mumbles as you all approach the baggage claim area, immediately noticing a group of fans obviously waiting for your arrival. You take a deep, preparational breath as you can’t help but run into them on your path to the carousel.

“Let’s just get it over with,” you hear Josh complain as he puts on his faux-happy face. You all love meeting fans. Truly, watching their faces light up when they see you is something that is unparalleled. But coming off of a long flight and already feeling the effects of the time difference, starving, and ready for a drink usually puts all of you in a mood that is generally irked overall. But you always suck it up; this is the life you signed up for.

This time though, unlike most encounters with fans, is enough to make your general irritation quickly turn into intense aggravation. They swarm you, hugging and pulling and invading your spaces in an extremely unwelcome attempt at meeting each of you. You feel surrounded, and unable to get to your luggage in time before it rounds the carousel again. You keep your cool, just as you always do, curtly smiling and pulling away as your body instructs you to. You pause for quick photos as your eyes search the spinning luggage again. You see your brothers out of the corners of your eyes doing the same… quick ‘hellos’ and ‘nice to meet you’s’ as the crowd just seems to get bigger and bigger.

Just as your eyes finally fall on your suitcase, you hear a loud clack as you turn and notice someone has knocked Sam’s phone out of his hand. It lands face down on the tile floor, likely cracked and scuffed from the people crowding around you all. You watch as Sam’s face turns up in annoyance, his eyes closed as he composes himself.

“Okay, that’ll be enough!” You hear Dean, your security, bellow across the crowd. “Please step away, no more photos, no more photos…” Dean makes his way into the center of group, quickly dispersing them. You give Sam a quick look that says, ‘get your phone, let’s go’, and soon enough you’re rolling your suitcase through the middle of the crowded room.

You see Y/N in the crowd, finding her to be a little flustered from the encounters, but alright nonetheless. You lock eyes with her as she mouths, ‘Are you okay?’, and you nod her off with a look of, ‘Yeah, this happens all the time.’

Your team is surrounding you as you quickly walk through the hallway toward the exit, ready to hop into an unmarked van and zip away to your hotel. You’re still being followed as you make it through the back exit doors.

When you’re finally safe outside the pickup area, everyone breathes a sigh of relief. “Fuck, that was a bad one.” Danny says. “Sam, how's your phone?”

“It’s ok, just a little scuff in the corner but it’ll be fine,” he answers, scanning his eyes over it.

“Guys, keep your phones on, Wes will be texting you tomorrow with where we’re headed next. Get some sleep and something to eat.” Paul instructs as everyone loads their things into the vans. Y/N is standing nearby, and you can tell that she feels a little out of place as she awkwardly crosses one ankle over the other. You take a quick opportunity to knock your elbow into her side, feeling comfortable enough to do that now that you’d sat together so long on the plane, but she’s avoiding eye contact. You hope she doesn’t feel uncomfortable around you.

“Hey, thanks for letting me jam a little with you on the plane,” you say sheepishly. “Sorry if I overstepped any, but I really think you’ll like the music I added for you.”

Finally her composure opens a little. “No, no! You didn’t… overstep. I’m actually excited to hop in my big cozy hotel bed and listen again.” Her words make your stomach fall with nerves, but you quickly suppress it.

“Y/N, you ready?” you hear Wes ask her as he passes by, heading toward another van.

“Yep, all set!” she answers as she follows him through the dwindling group. She hops into another van, and you worry she’ll be staying at another hotel. For a second you think you won’t see her as much if she is. You climb inside the van and slam the door closed behind you, seeing the group of fans with their phones pressed to the windows of the airport. You plop back down into the middle seat beside Josh, and finally take a full breath of relief.

“Fuck! I swear to god if I’m getting sick again…” Josh says as he bangs his head against the headrest behind him. You scoot sideways on the van’s bench seat, staying as far away from him as you can.

“Are you serious?!” Danny says from the seat behind you. “You need a mythical medicine man or some shit.”

“It’s fine, I’m fine, just feel a little congested. I’ll send Y/N out on her first mission for some meds after we get settled in the hotel.” Josh answers, and you keep yourself pressed against the van’s window, purposefully turning your back to him. Can’t have that again. You realize, though, that of course she’ll be in the same hotel as you, management always is.

The vision of a worried Y/N replays in your mind, seeing her face full of concern as the fans did all but ambush you earlier. You shake the thought, suddenly having a realization that, most likely, everyone else is having, too.

“I think we should amp up security,” you blurt. “No offense to Dean, but he’s only one guy. There are more than ten of us…” you’re met with a little bit of silence, so you press on. “Just while we’re over here, at least. We’re going to be separated a lot, and I think it would be a good idea if Dean wasn’t being pulled in all different directions.”

“Don’t you think we should have thought of that before we got over here, Jake?” Josh counters.

“I’ve actually been thinking it for a while. Today just…made me feel like it’s necessary, now,” you respond quietly. What could it hurt? You have the funds, and a few extra eyes on you and your team couldn’t be a bad thing.

You hear a collective sigh from your brothers, until Sam finally speaks. “Yeah, I kinda felt a little overwhelmed when I dropped my phone and it got kicked away from me. First world problems, I know, but—”

“But someone could have picked it up, and ran off with it. Gotten access to your private information. Stepped on it and shattered it. We’re probably just paranoid, but I don’t know. I don’t think it’s a bad idea…” you suggest.

“I like the idea.” Josh adds. “Wish we would have talked about it sooner, but I’m sure Paul could get something arranged for us. Those security companies are always looking for overseas gigs.”

“Daniel, you agree?” you ask, twisting your body to the backseat.

“Yeah, I do, actually,” he decides.

“Good. It’s settled, then. We’ll talk to Paul first thing in the morning,” you say, happy with your decision of bringing it up. All you can see is a memory of Y/N’s scared face replaying over and over in your mind, and you just can’t seem to shake it.

You quickly curse yourself, you’re in no headspace to be worrying about a woman right now. You’ve gotta keep your head on straight. Tour hasn’t even started yet, and you’re already letting a new girl give you butterflies. You audibly scoff at yourself as you lean your elbow on the window, looking out at the bustling streets outside. You throw your earbuds in, letting the tangle of cords just be what it is, and you pull your phone out to switch the volume up. Of course, Alt-J pops onto your screen the second you look at it, and you wonder if she’s already listening to them, too.

The city lights are twinkling through the light drizzle of rain, and you finally feel your bones starting to settle into tiredness. Though your mind is racing with excitement to play shows, you let yourself ignore the thoughts and relax into the music blessing your ears. Some room service and a down comforter is calling your name.

—--

HER POV

The shrill sound of your hotel room telephone wakes you from a half-sleep. What the hell? What time is it? You don’t remember falling asleep, but the loud TV and the lights still illuminating the room signify you must have accidentally dozed off.

“Hello?” you answer, realizing that no matter the time, duty calls.

“Hey, Y/N. It’s Paul. Sorry if I woke you…”

“No, you’re fine. I’m awake,” you lie.

“Cool. Um, Josh was wondering if you’d run to the pharmacy down the street and pick up the meds I just texted you. He said he would go get them himself, but he’s doing a lung steaming treatment or… something. I dunno. But if you don’t care, here’s your first assignment! I know it’s late, but the pharmacy is apparently open all night.”

You glance at your watch and see that it’s already nearing 1:00AM. “Sure! I don’t care at all. Tell him I’ll have them to him ASAP.”

“Will do. Hey, turn your location on for me and Wes, okay? Be safe, thanks again,” Paul hangs up the phone before you can say goodbye, and within seconds you’re crawling out of bed and putting your pants back on. Your stomach growls as you realize you fell asleep without eating anything. You make a plan to make a quick trip to the pharmacy, deliver Josh his medicine, then go back out to find something to eat before you end up eating the bag of peanuts you stuffed in your bag on the plane.

You take a second to check your messages, finding you have three unread messages from Ruth. In the mess and confusion of the day, and the time difference, you’ve been thrown for a loop. You shoot her a quick few texts to let her know you’re alive and well, but you leave out the sweet little detail that you’d shared AirPods with the guitarist of the band you’re touring with. You’d get into that part later.

The walk to the pharmacy is short, thankfully, and you find the things Josh needs without much of an issue at all. The city is still fairly crowded with people at this hour, and you make sure to track your steps backward just the way you came to get back to the hotel. Your stomach rumbles again, and the smells coming from the various restaurants around you have your head spinning with hunger.

A few quiet knocks on Josh’s hotel room door bring him to answer it within seconds, and his warm composure instantly makes you feel welcome. “Y/N! Thank you so much, seriously. I need to knock this shit out before it gets any worse, and I think you just saved the day,’ he gushes as you see clouds of steam pouring out of his cracked bathroom door, and smell the sweet scent of herbal fragrances as they waft through your nose. “You have any trouble finding the place? Google said it was close by…”

“Anytime, Josh. And no, actually. It was right around the corner,” you answer, handing him the bag of meds.

“Good. Well I won’t bother you again, you heading to sleep?” he asks with a warm tone.

You bite the inside of your lip as your stomach screams at you again. “No, I passed a little pub on my walk, and it smelled amazing as I walked by. Think I’m gonna go have a drink and get something to eat. I’m starving.”

“Go feed yourself, love. Enjoy the city. We’ve got a long day tomorrow!”

“Will do, see you tomorrow!” you say as he closes the door.

“Thanks again! See ya!”

You make your way to the elevator and down to the bottom floor, digging your phone out of your pocket to check your location and make sure the pub is still going to be open at this hour. A quick search for Le Marmitone tells you the kitchen doesn’t close for another hour, so you pick up your pace and head straight for the pub.

The wind and rain have picked up a little bit, and you thank yourself for adding a few layers on before you left your hotel room earlier. The cold air bites at your cheeks as you meander through the people still out walking the streets, and the smell of the food drifting on the wind draws you straight back to the pub. Upon entering the double doors, you find that it is actually a nice restaurant with a bar.

You grab a seat at the corner of the bar, glancing to the coolers and shelves to see what your drink options are.

“Evening madame, here is a menu. Can I get you a beverage?” a man in a sport coat asks as he hands you the shiny white menu. His accent is thick, but you can understand him fairly easily.

“Hello. Could I have a whiskey soda and a water, please?” you ask as you remove your heavy jacket and hang it over the back of the stool. You look over the menu choices and decide on a bowl of soup and a sandwich, more of a lunch option, but a steaming hot bowl of soup sounds exactly like what you need right now.

There are a few people still scattered throughout the restaurant, most closing their tabs and leaving for the night. There are a few patrons still at the bar, stuck in conversations with one another or watching whatever game is playing on the big screen.

The bartender sets your drinks in front of you as you tell him your food order, and you pull out your phone to begin fishing through emails and making your daily checklists. The Whiskey drink is strong, but not too strong, and you let yourself enjoy the immediate warmth it sends coursing through your veins.

You fill your stomach up as far as it will allow you, and you decide that one more drink probably won’t hurt, as the place doesn’t close up for another hour. You’re enjoying yourself, basking in the calm before the storm that is going to hit promptly at 10AM tomorrow.

“‘Scuse me, sir. I’ll take one more drink and my check, please,” you alert the bartender. He nods and turns to concoct your drink and print your tab. When he returns, he plops a bright red maraschino cherry onto the top.

“Gentleman at the end of the bar says this one is on him, ma’am.” He places the white slip of paper in front of you as he removes your dishes, and disappears. Your eyes slowly drift to the left, landing on an older gentleman who had been lingering at the end of the bar since you’d gotten here. His friends have since left, leaving him to finish off a few more rounds by himself.

He smiles hard when you notice him, and slides off his stool, stumbling his way toward you. You feel your heart rate pick up as he approaches you, and you remember that you do have mace in your purse, should you need it, Ruth’s one request.

“Hello, lovely. Enjoy that drink on me this evening,” he slurs with a heavy accent. He sits down in the stool beside you, and suddenly you’d rather not have that second drink, after all. You glance at the drink, and back to him, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable in his presence.

“Um, thank you, really. But I—I’ve actually got to go. It’s getting to be later than I thought…” you lie, pulling out some cash from your purse to pay the bill.

“Nonsense! Have the drink, beautiful. Tell me, where are you from? Your accent tells me it’s somewhere far away from here…” he presses, pushing the drink toward you. His hands are giant, and covered in dark hair. He has a beard of the same color that reaches almost down to his stomach, and you can smell the alcohol radiating from his breath.

“The States,” you say bluntly, avoiding eye contact with him as the bartender is nowhere to be found. You immediately kick yourself for not telling Dean where you had run off to, all by yourself. You know better than this.

“Obviously, sweetheart. But where?” he asks.

“Um, a small town, you’ve probably never heard of it,” you go on, beginning to pull your jacket on and leave the money on the bar top. Suddenly the man’s hand is on the back of the stool, holding it steady as you try to turn it.

“I’d like to hear all about it, love,” he growls, and you suddenly feel very intimidated. There is no one else around, no other patrons at the bar, you couldn’t feel the presence of another human or employee running about, and you contemplated making a run for it.

“I promise I’m not here to scare you, just talk. That’s all I’d like to do…” he goes on, backing his hand away from the chair as he notices your panic. Finally, the bartender makes his way back, but instead of taking your check, he continues cleaning and re-stocking for the night. You’re alone, and uncomfortable. Why did you do this to yourself?

Suddenly you remember that Jake put his number in your phone. You know you can’t get a hold of Dean at this hour, especially since you didn’t tell him you were going anywhere. You can’t make that bad of a first impression before your first day even really happens.

You quickly turn your attention to your phone, trying to figure out what to do, but then it hits you. You type in the name, taking a deep breath before sending Jake a risky text as a last ditch effort.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here alone, hmm?” the man asks as you turn away from him to type as quickly as you can.

You

1:47AM: Jake, are you awake?

Your foot taps nervously on the floor, the man next to you doing everything in his power to corner you into this seat. A text bounces back after a minute, and you feel your shoulders relax just a touch.

Jake 🗡

1:49AM: How did you get this number?

You

1:50AM: You put it in my phone today on the plane. Are you busy?

Jake 🗡

1:51AM: Oh, hey. No, I’m just getting ready to go to bed, why what’s up? You okay?

You

1:52AM: No. I don’t think so. I hate to ask this, I know it’s late. Is there any way you could come meet me? I left to get something to eat and didn't tell anyone and this guy here has me cornered into my seat and I don't think he is gonna let me leave alone.

Jake 🗡

1:53AM: Share your location, I’m leaving now.

You

1:54AM: Thank you. I owe you.

“Did you hear me sweetheart? I said, are you expecting someone?” the man asks, a sly grin on his face as he leans closer to you.

You quickly glance back down at your phone, sharing your location with Jake and hoping he can find you. You lock your phone and put it in your purse, pretending you’re a lot less anxious than you actually are.

“Actually, yes, I am. My…boyfriend is on his way. He’ll be here in just a second.” you lie, doing your best to speak confidently. “I should probably step outside to meet him.”

“No, no, stay, you haven’t touched your drink,” he says, gesturing to the glass of alcohol. “I know a place down the street, stays open late, too.”

You feel your skin start to grow clammy, the man's intentions suddenly becoming very clear. Your heart is pounding as you try to talk your way out of the situation. You clear your throat, and just as you start to speak you see the front door of the restaurant open. Jake steps inside, looking side to side, his eyes quickly scanning the entirety of the restaurant until he locks eyes with you.

He nods to the host at the door as he walks toward you, wearing the same clothes from earlier but now his hair is a little messier. You know he got out of bed to do this.

You instantly stand from your seat as Jake steps up, reaching towards him as he settles himself between you and the man.

“Hey baby, you finally made it,” you coo, your pleading eyes locked on Jake’s as he wraps his arm around your shoulder in a welcoming hug. You can smell him, the cologne lingering on his coat. The same coat that was wrapped around you only hours ago.

He pulls away and drops his arms to his side as you turn to him. You stare at him just a second longer, hoping he can hear the words you are screaming in your mind. He blinks and turns to look at the man before letting his eyes flick back to you.

“Yeah, yeah, of course babe, sorry I was late,” he pauses, turning to face the drunk man beside him. “Who is this?”

You let out a small breath of relief as he silently agrees to play along with you. “Oh, he came over from the bar. He sent this drink over, but I just can’t drink it. I already had one and you know I work in the morning,” you answer, hoping he is understanding what you’re trying to say. “Do you want it?”

He looks so effortless standing there with a hand in his jacket pocket. He tilts his head and scrunches his nose just a bit before answering, “Ahh, nah…It looks like a watered down well pour and I just had one myself before I got here. I’m alright. We should probably get going though, we have an early day tomorrow and it’s fairly late already.”

Yes.

“Oh, you two are terrible liars. He isn’t your boyfriend, is he sweetheart?” the man asks, scoffing at Jake. “You should come with me, I can show you the city better than this fool.”

“That’s an awfully brazen assumption, sir, I must say.” Jake argues, pulling his hand from his coat pocket and grabbing yours. You suck in a harsh breath feeling his fingers lace with yours. Fake or not, there was definitely a new feeling swirling through your veins.

“Look at her, she’s flustered. This woman hasn’t ever been touched by you. It’s written all over her face.” he continues, looking Jake over.

“Your boyfriend, your husband, he isn’t any of those things. I don’t see a ring on your finger, and I don’t know how they do things where you’re from, but in this country, you my dear, are fair game.”

You want to snap back. The audacity is astounding. You start to step forward, ready to lay into him, but you feel Jake’s hand squeeze yours and you know he’s telling you to follow his lead this time.

“She is with me, sir,” Jake spits. “And it would be in your best interest to back off.”

“Oh, is that right?” the man counters, standing up from his seat, giving him a few good inches over Jake. Jake didn’t falter though. Of course he didn’t. He knew that didn’t matter.

“Kiss her, then. If she’s yours, kiss her,” he quips.

“Absolutely not, I don’t have to prove anything to you, and quite frankly sir, it’s none of your business,” Jake snaps, you can tell he’s starting to get mad, his hand gripping yours a little harder. “Let’s go, babe.”

You stand firm next to him, not letting your face show a single waiver of emotion as the man waits to see if you’ll crack. Jake starts to walk away pulling you behind him, but before you can move the man grabs your other arm, taking both of you by surprise.

“Stay, sugar. Let a real man take you home.”

Jake snaps his head around, hearing the words fall from the man's drunken mouth. For a minute you’re scared. You don’t know how Jake is going to react, his jaw is hard set and his nostrils flared in anger. You hear him curse under his breath as he shakes his head.

“You know what? Fuckin’ fine…” he challenges, looking at the man then to you, nodding just enough for you to notice.

Just as you feel the anxiety of what he is about to do bloom in your chest, he reads your body language, letting a sweet and quiet ‘S’okay’ slip from his lips.

Your eyes widen a little as you realize what’s about to happen, but take solace in the fact that he’s likely just as nervous as you are. He stops, pulling you in towards him as his hand grabs at your waist.

His fingers grip into your hairline as he tilts your head just enough to deepen the kiss. His tongue swipes over your lips, hot and wet as your hands slide up his body to rest on his chest. You kiss him back, you’re trying to sell this as the real thing, but also partly because you just want to. You try not to think about that part too much as you let your tongue flick against his just for a second before pulling it back. You feel the vibration on your lips as the softest groan leaves his mouth just as he pulls away from you.

Your lips are wet with the taste of him and your chest is heaving as Jake rubs his lips together and clears his throat. He turns to the man who is standing there staring at the two of you, a bit of challenge in his tone as he speaks. “You good now?”

The man scoffs, mumbling a curse as he bats at the air between you. You feel yourself relax in Jake’s grip as the man turns to walk back to his original place at the bar. A quiet ‘fuck’ leaves Jake’s mouth as he turns his attention back to you, stepping back and releasing his grip on you.

His eyes search yours just as yours search his, both of you unsure what to say. Instead he looks over to the man again, nodding his head to him as he grabs your hand again and guides you towards the door.

“You okay?” he asks, opening the door and letting you walk out into the drizzle. You pull your jacket closed across your front, the cold air chilling your skin.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m okay. Thank you– for that,” you murmur as he steps up next to you. He grabs your hand again, lacing his warm fingers with your cold ones, taking you by surprise.

“Oh, it’s okay now Jake, he isn’t following us,” you offer, looking over your shoulder to check. He doesn’t drop your hand though, in fact you feel his fingertips brush across your knuckles, sending a whole different kind of chill through your body.

“I know,” he answers, smiling shyly as he peeks at you out of the corner of his eye. You’re positive he can see the blush that has taken over your cheeks, your mouth suddenly dry, and your mind unable to form a response. You feel the butterflies swirling around in your stomach as you walk towards the hotel, the rain starting to taper off finally.

“You can trust me, you know,” he says, his voice sincere as he guides you around puddles.

“I barely know you, Jake,” you smile, bumping your shoulder into his.

“For now,” he answers, squeezing your hand in his.

He opens the door to the hotel lobby, the warm air instantly hitting you. Jake drops your hand, your fingertips brushing against his. You kind of miss it, in a way you definitely shouldn’t be.

“Thank you again, for doing all of that. I’m really sorry. I fucked up, I won’t make that mistake again,” you say, watching him press the button for the elevator. Your eyes linger on his lips, a little pink from the cold air outside.

“It was no problem, I promise. Stop apologizing,” he pauses, motioning for you to step into the elevator. “Let me walk you to your room, what floor?” he asks, his finger hovering over the buttons.

“Oh, no it’s really okay, you don’t have to do that. I promise I’m good now,” you stammer, watching his lips turn up in a huff of laughter.

“Y/N, what floor?”

“Nine,” you squeak, your eyes fixated on the dimple in his cheek. You feel your skin growing warm just from looking at him, you feel like you might burst into flames just at the thought of how his lips felt on yours. Did you imagine that whole encounter? No way all of that just happened.

“Me as well,” he says, pressing the button as the doors close.

The two of you ride up in silence, casting each other the occasional glance every few seconds. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and you're positive you stopped breathing. The elevator chimes as it reaches the ninth floor, and you nearly jump out of your skin at the sound.

He smiles at you again as the doors open, gesturing for you to walk ahead of him. “Your room number?”

“Um, I think I'm 924, all the way down,” you answer, your heart jumping in your chest.

He nods his head and puts a hand into his pocket. “Alright, I’m just up here in 915, but I’ll walk you down.”

“Jake you really don’t have to, you can just–”

He turns to you and laughs, shaking his head again. “Just let me.”

“Fine.” You huff a breath, pulling your own keycard from your purse. He walks only a step behind you, both hands in his pockets now as you step up to your door. You tap your key to the lock and hear it beep, signaling for you to enter. You turn to look at Jake, seeing a softness to his face you hadn’t noticed until now.

“Thank you, for…being such a gentleman,” you say playfully, smiling at him.

“My pleasure, Miss Y/N. There is some chivalry left in the world…” he answers, bringing his hand up to rub at his lips.

You start to enter your room, and hear him speak again, this time very quietly. “We’re not all bad.”

You turn around to see him shifting his weight still rubbing his fingers over his chin as if he expected you not to hear him.

“What?”

He hesitates as he makes eye contact with you, clearly shocked you heard him. You can tell he wants to say something but he’s holding back. Maybe you’ve spooked him.

He shakes his head with a smile, as if telling himself whatever he wanted to say was stupid. He pulls his phone and his keycard from his pocket and grips them in his hand. “Nothing, nothing, um, have a good evening. I will see you in the morning, I suppose.”

You nod once, giving him a sweet and appreciative smile, “See you in the morning.”

He lingers for just a moment, eyes locked on yours before flicking down to your lips. He catches himself and looks back at you before turning to head down the hallway. You shut the hotel room door and twist the lock, letting out the breath you had been holding with a gasp.

You spin around, letting your back press against the door as you sink down to the floor with a barely audible squeal. Holy. Shit. What the hell was that?

Pull yourself together Y/N.

You grab your purse and stand up, digging through it as fast as you can in search of your phone. You have no earthly idea what time it is in Nashville but you don’t care as you pull up your texts with Ruth, and begin furiously typing.

You

2:34AM: Without going into detail I definitely just kissed the guitarist 🫢

You toss your bag onto the chair and change into your pajamas, your blood still rushing around in your body as you try to calm your nervous system. A text bounces back, and you know it’s her.

Ruth

2:40AM: WITHOUT GOING INTO DETAIL???? KISSED? I just got to my desk!!!! I’m here. I’m sat. I’m listening. I want every single detail in a five paragraph essay with MLA formatting.

You

2:42AM: Lol it is 2:40 in the morning. I will call you tomorrow, which is really still today for you, but kinda tomorrow for me? I don’t know this is confusing but I will call you and give you the full run down because we also shared airpods on the plane and he made me a playlist? Love you goodnight!

Ruth

2:44AM: AIRPODS? A PLAYLIST??????

2:45AM: Y/N NO! GET BACK HERE

2:45AM: Okay. Hang on, I’m googling him. I need to see this man’s face

2:46AM: Wait there’s two guitarists

2:46AM: Ok one is the bassist HELLO?? You kissed HIM?! Aldjsfklsk

2:48AM: It’s totally fine and I am being so normal about this. Talk to you later, if I haven’t pulled all my hair out by then! I’ll be creeping his insta all day! Goodnight!

You laugh as you read her onslaught of messages, knowing that she is likely going out of her mind with possible scenarios. You make your way into the bathroom, washing your face and brushing your teeth so that you can positively melt into the bed and sleep until your alarm forces you awake. You’re patting your face dry as your phone buzzes on the bathroom counter, but the noise it makes isn’t one you’re familiar with. You hang the towel on the ring and pick up your phone, seeing a notification come through that is brand new to you.

‘Jake Added A Song to Your Shared Playlist: 🐥’

He what?

Now?

Your blood runs cold just seeing his name on your phone after…well…whatever that was.

You turn off the bathroom light, hesitantly sliding your finger across the notification, and letting it bring up the playlist. There at the very bottom you see that a new song was added two minutes ago. But not just any song, no. You know this one. You know this one well. You tap on the song hearing the familiar and haunting guitar riff of ‘Kiss Me’ by Sixpence None the Richer start to play through your phone speakers.

You can’t help but to laugh, a smile of shock has your jaw hanging wide open as you stand in your giant fancy hotel room, listening to what you consider to be a fairly romantic song sent straight to you from none other than your knight in shining, well, corduroy, armor. You couldn’t even picture him listening to this song, and somehow that almost made it a little better.

As the chorus plays you fall backwards onto your bed, the fluffy white sheets enveloping you as a giddy feeling swirls through your chest. He’s thinking about me. He’s thinking about that kiss. You felt guilty for thinking about it, but now? Now you weren’t feeling so guilty. He liked it just as much as you did, clearly.

Jake Kiszka liked kissing you.

You.

What?

You couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off of your face if you had to. You didn’t want to. This was quite possibly the most thrilling thing that has happened to you in months. Years! You had all but forgotten about creepy bar man at this point, but god you have half a mind to walk right back into that bar and shake his hand.

But, you knew you had to calm down. Take a breath. The song came to a close, leaving the hotel room silent. Your mind was still swimming in bliss, replaying the feeling of his lips on yours, the way his hands held yours, the way he smelled, the way his lips tasted, oh god… He was thinking about your kiss. He all but told you so.

You were also thinking about that kiss. He wanted you to know he was thinking about it. How can you– Oh. A sly grin spreads across your face as you type into the search bar.

You find the song you’re looking for, your thumb hovering over the add button as you try to talk yourself out of doing this. It could end badly, terribly, really. He is technically your boss, and you know you shouldn’t be doing this, but. Hey, you’re just the runner. You smile as you watch the little box pop up reading ‘Added’.

Your heart starts to pound. Did he get a notification? Is he asleep? Did he see it? Will he understand? Since when did you start communicating with people through song titles?

You rush back to the playlist scrolling to the bottom and smiling as you press play on the new addition to your shared playlist. It's mere seconds before ‘Do It Again’ by Steely Dan starts to play and you laugh, knowing you are absolutely crazy. Do it again, of course you wanted to do it again. God he probably thinks you’re such a loser. Plot twist, you are, but he doesn't have to know that yet.

You listen to the song, plugging your phone into the charger and turning off the lamp. You’ve always loved Steely Dan, it reminds you of your dad, but then again who doesn’t it remind of their dad? The song comes to a close, your giddy feeling finally starting to wear off as the exhaustion starts to step into its place. Your eyes feel heavy as you roll towards the nightstand to set your alarm, groaning at how soon it’s coming. You lock your phone and settle into the pillows, letting out a content sigh as you recap the day in all of its insane glory.

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand, the glow illuminating the room for just a brief second. You freeze as you stare up at the ceiling, almost too scared to look. Did he add another song? What if he changed his mind? What if you overstepped? Oh god. You should not have done that. What were you thinking?

You suck in a breath as you grab your phone, nervously tapping the screen that shows no new songs added, but a text from Jake.

Jake 🗡

3:04AM: I fully intend to.

Oh, he definitely saw it.

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