#Samuel Kiszka Fanfic

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Mirrors and Reflections: Sam Kiszka x Reader Fanfiction

description: what better way for your boyfriend to examine all your perfect features at once, than with a mirror?

word count: 3.0k

warnings after cut...

warnings: smut (fingering), bit of fluff, praise kink, minimal plot, begging, lots of teasing, little bit of choking

a/n: my first Sam fic! it's been a long time coming, but I'm excited to put this out for all my Sam girls. :) this is a super smutty one, so strap in folks, and enjoy ;).

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You had noticed Sam's eyes on you as you examined your clothed body in the bedroom mirror. With a light smile, you flicked your gaze to his. He was leaned against the doorframe with his arms folded across his chest. You had noticed he was wearing a partially open dress shirt, with pants that tightened around his thighs and loosely hung around his ankles. He was dressed up as much as you were, since you and him planned on attending a nice dinner for the night.

He was admiring you from afar, as you were wearing a tight black dress that clung to your curves. The outfit fully displayed the shape of your body, which allowed Sam to see every intricate detail that made your body the perfection it was in his eyes.

You turned your body with your head over your shoulder in the mirror and choosing to allow Sam to watch you in silence. Your eyes trailed up from your back, and down to your ass, then the backs of your legs. Once you turned the front of your body to the mirror, you looked to Sam again with light crimson cheeks and a shy smile.

Instead of saying something overly confident, you posed the question, "everything okay?" You turned your head in his direction to watch him remove himself from the frame of the door and stride over to you with a wicked grin.

"You look beautiful, really, truly, beautiful." He said to you.

His hands ran to your sides, pulling your body into him and pressing a light kiss onto your neck. He rested his chin over your shoulder, walking his eyes down your body and allowing his hands to run up your sides, and back down to your hips and squeezing them tightly. You stared at him through the mirror, noticing he was examining each part of you. From your exposed collarbones and shoulders to the tops of your breasts that were on full display from the low-cut dress. To the way your curves were outlined by the dress, hugging your figure tightly and showcasing your build. He was captivated by the sight of you in the dress, as he always was. He worshipped you and your body and adored the sight of you.

"What time are our reservations?" You breathed, watching as his lips moved slowly from your jaw and down your neck to your shoulders.

"In like, an hour." He hummed against your skin, continuing his journey with his mouth as he moved back up to your pulse point.

You pressed your lips together and released a soft, pleasurable hum, feeling the sensation of his mouth sucking gently upon your neck. Your hand raised to the side of his head, letting your fingers ravel into his hair and lightly tugging at it.

His lips pressed a light kiss onto the shell of your ear, flicking his eyes into the mirror and noticing your tentative gaze. His hands slowly made their way up to your breasts, watching as your mouth fell agape as he began to massage them.

"You are perfection, you know that? Divine," he traced one of the pads his fingers into a circular motion where your nipples were resided under your dress, "breathtaking, radiant, angelic. Do you know that?" He placed his hands onto your waist as he pressed his fingers into the skin.

Your hand fell to his smooth cheek, giving him a vigorous nod. He made you feel like you were a goddess, never letting your insecurities overtake you and capture your spirit. His words of affirmation never faltered, and he was always persistent on telling you how much he truly praised you and your essence.

He removed his hands from your waist, finding the zipper on the back of your dress and slowly unzipping it down your back. He stood only far enough to do the act, with his eyes still locked on yours and his lips just barely touching the side of your head.

"Sam," you breathed, "what about dinner?"

A smile was plastered on his lips as he suppressed a laugh, continuing to finish the job of unzipping your dress and stopping right at your tailbone where it ended.

"We have time." He gave you a light shrug and brought his hands to the straps of your dress.

They were thin, barely piercing into your shoulders as he slid his fingertips under them. He was careful to be slow, teasing you as if neither of you had seen what lied underneath your clothes. He always took his time when it came to pleasuring you. He loved the hilt your voice picked up when he was touching you, when his hands rested upon your body.

The straps of your dress fell down to your biceps, and he tugged them down even further to reveal your bare breasts. His eyes stayed lock onto your hardened nipples, pressing his lips together and swiping his tongue on his bottom lip with quirked brows. Every time his eyes landed on your bare body, it was as if it was the first time he'd seen it before. You adored that about him, and he never made you feel as though you should be worried about your appearance.

Your hands fell onto the tops of his, trying to speed up the process of getting your dress off. But he turned his hands over to stop you, giving you a faint shake of his head.

"Let me take care of you, okay? Just do as I say, y/n." He spoke close to a whisper.

A light whine bubbled in your throat, but you obliged, removing your hands from his and leaving them at your side.

As soon as the dress slipped down to your feet and pooled around your ankles, the only undergarment worn by you was a lace red thong, as you knew the night would most likely have a sexual encounter. You loved dressing up for Sam, and surprising him with different forms of lingerie that you knew he’d enjoy.

“Step out of the dress for me, yeah?” He patted your bare waist, and you quickly lifted your feet out of the dress and kicked it to the side. “That’s better.” He hummed, tucking his bottom lip under his front teeth.

His hand trailed down your arm, teasing you and watching your eyes locked on the movement of his calloused fingers. He gave into your longing gaze, pressing a kiss onto your cheek, then turning your face into him with that hand to kiss you harshly. A light, airy whimper was capsulated behind your lips as he met them, then opening it and following the fluid motion he set of his mouth.

His tongue grazed your bottom lip, invading your mouth with the muscle and allowing it to explore. You swirled your tongue around his own, feeling his hands travel to your breasts from behind you and opening your mouth with a gasp as soon as his fingers began to circle your nipples. You pulled away from his lips, looking into his eyes as his fingers squeezed gently at the hardened buds, twisting them and soothing you into pleasure.

“I love when you look at me,” he began, “but I want you to look at yourself. Watch as I pleasure you.” He nodded his head towards the bedroom mirror in front of you two, and your head whipped to it. Your eyes immediately landed onto his hands, as he began to massage your breasts and your head leaned back onto his chest with a sigh.

“Feels nice.” You spoke softly through hooded eyes. You relaxed onto him as best as you could, with delicate moans breezing out through your parted lips.

He nodded with a hum, pressing light, feathery kisses onto the crook of your neck.

One hand fell to your clothed cunt, drawing light circles around your clit. He placed light pressure upon it and watched as you writhed from the needed friction and begged with your physical movements for more.

You reached for your underwear, and he pulled away to place his hand on your unoccupied breast. You tugged them down quickly and shimmied them off, then throwing them off your ankles to the side on the bedroom floor. He released an airy laugh through his nose at the action, placing a kiss onto your temple and continuing his motions.

His movements on your breasts and nipples faltered, now having one hand placed on your lower belly, and the right hand coming to your mouth.

He pressed down onto your chin with his thumb, signaling for you to open your mouth.

“Spit.” He demanded lightly, and to which you did on his middle and ring finger, and he brought his hand down slowly to your sex.

The fingers pressed onto your clit, and you jerked your hips forward to receive any sort of friction you could. Your eyes lifted to him, as you saw a wicked smile appear on his face. He was enjoying having you wrapped around his finger by his touch alone - or, lack of touch. But his thumb on his left hand rubbed softly at your belly, with up and down strokes.

“Please,” you whispered to him, “please, Sam." Your voice hilted as you uttered his name.

He loved to hear you beg, to know that you were entranced under a spell by him. You writhed and bucked from the hard pressure upon your clit, with pleading eyes looking to him and then back to the mirror.

He began slow, circular motions on your clit, watching in the mirror as a light sigh exhaled from your mouth. He mimicked the way your mouth opened in a playful teasing act, smiling at you as you continued to moan by his movements.

His hand that rested on your stomach rose to your neck, wrapping his fingers around it and tilting your head forward by pressing into the skin to force your eyes upon yourself. He was tentative to drawing out each circle he would complete to lengthen each obscene noise that escaped your mouth.

"Look at you," he whispered, speeding his motions up and causing your moans to grow louder, "look at how beautiful you are. Every part."

You hummed with a hint of a smile, letting your mouth drop open and running a hand to his face. Your other hand ran to his side, to hold him as close to you as he already was. But you wanted to touch him and his body, to show just how good he was making you feel.

As he slowed his movements, your chest heaved from the faltering touch. You had enough time to catch your breath, yet you were prepping yourself for whatever was bound to happen next. He pulled you into his body fully, unwrapping his hand from your neck and hooking you into his body by his arm. Your ass was fully pressed into him, where you could barely feel his hardened cock from underneath his dress pants.

From the awkward yet efficient position, he was able to find your entrance, slipping his fingers in ever so slightly as to watch as your mouth drop open. Hung agape, you moaned his name, calling for him to dive deeper into your entrance, and start pumping his fingers.

Your eyes fell to his movements to see from the best of your ability the work he was putting into you. Although you could feel it, there was nothing better than to fully examine his fingers disappearing inside of you, then reappearing only for a moment to then plunge back into you.

"Fuck, Sam." You groaned as he curled his fingers inside of you. "Just like that."

He pressed another kiss onto your temple. "That feel good, y/n?"

"God, yes." Your eyes rolled back, blinking them open as to make sure you obeyed his word of keeping your eyes locked onto the mirror.

You had never experimented with a sexual act in front of a mirror before. Fully exposed, looking hopelessly mesmerized from Sam's fingers inside of you. You hadn't seen yourself like this before, and to see the way Sam's face contorted in pleasure at the way your walls sucked his fingers in was just the perfect bonus into this experience.

He was slow at first, grazing your insides with the pads of his fingers and only pushing up to the first knuckles, watching them go in and out of your entrance. He was captivated by the sight. He had enough of his own game, and your pleasured groans of his name were begging him for more. So, he dove his fingers deeper into you, passing his second knuckles and pulling out slowly, before punctuating you harshly when he pumped them inside of your walls again.

His fingers worked marvelously inside of you, quickening the pumping of his fingers, curling them so effortlessly and hitting the spot inside of you that he only seemed to be able to reach. Any noise that left your mouth only drove him to work faster, to send you to your orgasm quickly.

He was tentative to making sure you had an orgasm each time you two had sex, or him simply being between your legs, fully worshipping you and your pussy. He was drinking up the sight that unfolded in front of him, and although he would tease you for as long as the night would allow it to, prior obligations told him that he had to be quick with you.

Your eyes flicked to him. His eyes were shut slightly, eyebrows furrowed as his fingers were quick inside of you. Before he was able to look to you, your eyes moved towards yourself, moaning into the mirror and tugging at his long hair.

Sharp cries echoed through the room, and you could feel his cock throb against you as your ass began to grind down onto him. You looked at him for a moment with a flushed face, full of euphoric ecstasy and longing for your release. But, God, did his fingers feel so perfect inside of you.

Your back arched away from him, although your shoulders stayed pressed against his chest, and the coil that wrapped inside of your stomach was begging to be unraveled. You were so close, just mere minutes away from being sent over the edge and releasing onto his fingers.

There were tell-tale signs that you were about to finish: your moans grew louder, any words that you spoke were slurred, and your thighs tightened around him. He made sure to keep his grip tight on you, as to not let you pull away from him and fully be enveloped into his body as much as you could be from the position.

"Please don't stop," you whined loudly, "I'm so close, Sam." Your eyes were nearly screwed shut, with your eyebrows pulled tightly together and your mouth fully hung open. Your squinted at yourself to see how tense your body became, with the muscles of your thighs beginning to physically tighten right before your eyes.

"Watch yourself cum, y/n." He said through gritted teeth, although the demand didn't come out as angry. It was more of a plea, to watch yourself fully bare yourself to him and coat his fingers from his doing. "Just look at how beautiful you are when you cum."

It only took a few more seconds for you to be sent over the edge. Your legs trembled around his hand, and your hand that once sat at his waist grabbed at his wrist. You nearly fell forward, along with letting your head fall, but Sam moved his hand that sat in a fist on your bicep to your chin. He was forcing you to watch yourself fall apart, to see your fucked-out expression with light sweat forming on your hairline.

He guided you through it with a light smile that barely exposed his teeth. He watched intently at each jerk of your body, each muscle tightening, and listening to each choked moan that grew in your throat and eventually tumble out of your mouth.

His fingers pulled out from you, glistening in the dim light of the bedroom and raising them up into the mirror to let you examine your release. His fingers spread apart, showing just how much you coated them. Then, his eyes locked with yours in the mirror, putting his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean. You leaned your head back and tore your eyes from the mirror's view of Sam to watch as he licked them right next to you, then popping them out of his mouth and wiping his saliva on his pants.

You stared at him breathlessly, letting your fogged mind come back to reality as he stared down to you. He removed a strand of hair that stuck to your forehead, placing his hand that once was used to work you to an orgasm onto your hip. Your legs felt wobbly, with your breathing still slightly labored.

He placed a kiss onto your lips, then untangled himself from you and bent down to grab your stranded dress off the floor.

"Alright, dinner?" He said casually with a smile.

You grabbed your underwear off the floor, slipping into them and then walking over to him. "I'm sure we're late on our reservations."

"Maybe, but we can always go and see if we can still make it. If not, then we can just come back here and do whatever you please." He said with a light grin.

You threw your dress onto the bed and shrugged. Your eyes flicked to the clear imprint of his cock through his pants, then met his eyes through your lashes. "Maybe I can return the favor, and we order in instead?" You ran your hands down his chest.

"Sounds good to me." He said with a shrug, then cupped your cheeks and brought you into a deep kiss.

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Karma Sutra | Sam Kiszka X Reader | Part 1

Warnings: In this chapter-slut shaming, objectifying women, use of alcohol. This series will include 18+ content. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 2.2K

A/N: This series is one of the first that I put out. It has been left incomplete for quite a while. I felt that it needed some updating and reworking, but it is one of my favorite plot archs...so get ready. There will be fluff, smut, and a WHOLE lot of angst, so pull up your panties and get ready.

Summary: Chasing after the boy who is easily known as one of the sexiest and cockiest on campus...what could go wrong?

You felt eyes on you as you walked across the quad between classes. For what reason, you couldn’t place, but you knew that you were being watched. Peering across the quad, eyes flitting in all directions, you attempted to find the source of your insecurity. Nothing. You bundled yourself tighter within the thickness of your peacoat, shielding yourself from the blustery December cold. Making your way under an awning, you smelled the familiar odor of cigarette smoke. It wafted in your direction, beckoning for you to turn your gaze upward. Ugh. Of-fucking-course. Sam douche-bag-extraordinaire Kiszka. “Cold as fuck out here,” he said, puffing out O-rings of smoke from the side of his mouth. 

“Mm, so you decide to step out in twenty-four degree weather to smoke a ciggy?” You spat sarcastically. 

 “Bad habit, sweetheart. You know what they say…they die hard.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and kept walking away from him. “There’s a party on the row tonight–you coming?” your eyebrows furrow instantly, turning to meet his gaze. 

“I haven’t been to a frat party in over a year, Sam. Why would I?” He threw his hands in the air, shrugging. His cigarette remained burning between two fingers, dropping ashes every few seconds to the ground. “Just thought it might be nice to see a refreshing face for once.” 

What the fuck? Why was Sam taking sudden interest in me? “I gotta make it to class. See you around.” You waved him off and continued walking to class. 

“Hey, Y/N, for old-time’s-sake, it really would be nice to see you there.” His eyes were the color of chocolate, which was ironic. His beauty could melt any girl on campus just like the confection–except for you. You would always be the exception.

“Bye, Samuel.”

Samuel. He liked that. He bit at the corner of his lip, his eyes following you as you disappeared within the halls. Mm, I’ll save her for later. Blowing out the last puff of smoke, he stubbed out his cigarette against the brick wall, dropping it carelessly to the ground before strolling away to the next entertaining encounter. 

***

Philosophy class soon turned into Philo-so-fucking-boring class extremely fast. Your mind wandered from the lecture, unable to focus. Why the fuck was he watching me? The truth that you wouldn’t even admit to yourself was that you had feelings for Sam, and had since freshman year. They had remained in the recesses of your mind ever since. For one, he was an asshole. You and almost every girl on campus knew it; however, some part of you would always have a soft spot for him, no matter how cocky he was. He just didn’t know it, and you sure as hell wouldn’t show it either. Fuck that red turtleneck sweater. Why did he have to look so good in it? You caught yourself doodling random hearts and sparkles in the margins of your notes as you thought about him. 

“Pssst, hey.” Your best friend, Paige jabbed you from behind with the top of her pen. “Pay attention, there’s going to be an exam tomorrow.” Your hands flew to cover your notebook from her view. “What are you hiding?” She whispered, curious as to why you were being so secretive. 

“It’s nothing, just drawings.” You realized a little bit too late that mere drawings wouldn’t have elicited such a reaction.

 “Doesn’t seem like it’s just a few drawings.”

 “Ladies, would you like to share your conversation with the class? Is it more important than the material that will be on tomorrow’s exam? Would you like to take it today after class since you don’t seem invested in the review?” You fell silent and averted eye contact, heat creeping up your necks to your faces. The remainder of class passed excruciatingly slow. When three o’clock finally arrived, you filtered out of the classroom to meet up with Paige. 

“So I was thinking…how would you feel about going to the Row tonight.” Meeting your expectations, she recoiled instantly. 

“Uh, who are you and where is Y/N? You never go to parties.” You turn away from her and begin to walk down the hallway. 

“I just thought it might be nice to do something different for a change.” Your cheeks were flaming again. 

“You’re such a liar. Who is it?” You bit your lip. 

“What do you mean?” you stalled. Paige stopped you mid-gait, grabbing at your arm. 

“Who is it, Y/N?” You had no choice but to look at her. 

“Ryan McClean.” Another Lie. It was a good replacement though. He was sweet, good looking and respectful. At least as much as could be expected for a frat boy. Paige stepped back with a hand on her hip. 

“You’ve never mentioned him, let alone told me you have a crush on him.” You continued to walk, ushering her forward.

 “Well, it kinda happened fast. I don’t know–I was hoping to see him tonight. I wanted to look cute.” You saved face by putting on an extra air of confidence. 

“Okay, okay I see you!” Paige grinned, snapping her fingers left and right as she walked. 

“Unfortunately, I have a date with Mark tonight–so I won’t be able to go.” You nodded, secretly relieved that she wouldn’t have to see you lose what little humility you had left. 

“Stay connected to the phone, don’t drink too much, play safe, get home safe,” she counted off on her fingers. 

“Thank you, Mom. Would you like to dress me, too?” you asked, grinning. Paige rolled her eyes playfully. 

“Actually, now that you ask, let’s go pick out an outfit that doesn’t scream…pilgrim lost in the twenty-first century.” You eyed her for a silent moment, challenging each other not to laugh, but you were the first one to lose, throwing your head back and cackling at her. 

“You are such a bitch!” You said, elbowing her. “Let’s go." Paige wouldn’t let you go to that party without looking your best.

***

“Lacy Monroe.” “Total babe, 13/10. Would fuck her any day,” Wyatt Sellars interjected, a massive grin pasted on his face. 

“Okay, how about Holly?” Matthew asked the question from the ping-pong table, tapping balls back to Wyatt. Christian Hearst entered the room next, a towel wrapped around his waist, applying deodorant to his armpits. 

“Wilson? She’s a bit of a bitch, but I'd chase her for a little while until I got bored.” He chuckled, walking to the fridge for a beer.

“How about Y/N?” The room falls silent, save for the fast bounce of the forfeited ping pong ball that was previously in play. Samuel Francis Kiszka. He sits cross-legged on a lounge chair in the corner, knocking back the rest of his IPA.

“You mean the sexiest girl at school?” Wyatt offered. “Is she Mormon or something? She could have easily made her way through the entire football team by now.” 

“Jesus, you dumb fuck, she’s not Mormon.” Christian came behind Wyatt, thumping him on the back of his head. 

“Well-I didn’t know, I–” 

“I think she’s stunning,” Sam says, leaning forward to place his elbows on his knees. His grin was obvious. His cunning expression cut through the room.

“Okay, asshole. What’s with the look?” Christian moved to the couch, taking a seat across from sam. 

“I saw her today. Walking to class.” He licked his lips as he talked. Christian rubbed his hands together, prepared to hear about some salacious romp. 

“And?” 

Sam’s eyes grow wider. “Oh, n-nothing happened, I just saw her.” A chorus of disappointed scoffs filled the room.

 “You suck, man. You literally had us going, just for fucking nothing,” Wyatt whined. 

“It’s not like anything would happen– I’m pretty sure she’s a virgin anyway,” Sam continued. 

“Oh, so she’s the pick of the litter. Nice!” Matthew interjected. Sam looked at him with a minor look of disgust, shaking his head. 

“So why are you being a pussy, Sam? I Bet–” Christian pointed his finger at Sam in a telling gesture. “I bet you…I bet you that she won’t let you take her virginity before the month is over.” Rising from his seat, Sam padded to the kitchen tossing his beer bottle across the room, where it clattered into the trash can.

“I bet you I can make it happen. Six hundred dollars and open supply of weed for one month–split evenly.” His grin emanated throughout the room.

“Aha, bet!” Matthew said, coming around Sam to slap him on the back in approval. “Paying up like a man.” Sam took a long gulp of his beer before retreating to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. 

***

Just as you finished your makeup, your hand slipped and your eyeliner streaked messily through the eyeshadow that you had just applied so effortlessly. “Fuck!” An exasperated sigh escaped your parted lips as you wiped at your eyelid to salvage the look. After several minutes, you emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed except for your top–you didn’t want to ruin it with makeup stains. Just as you pulled your head through the sparkly black crop top, your phone chimes. Paige.

Show Ryan what he’s missing, bitch! Shake that ass in my absence, too. Stay safe, I love you. Call me if you need me.

Right. Ryan. My little secret. You sent her a quick text wishing her well on her date. Pulling a pair of gold hoops through your ears, you got a notification that Carlos, your Uber driver, was waiting outside of your apartment. Grabbing a few last minute items, you made your way downstairs. Pulling up to campus, you noticed one thing first. It was loud. So loud in fact, that your head  was pounding by the time you made it to the Row. The identical houses were arranged in a perfect square with a patch of green lawn in the middle. Adirondack chairs littered the grass, loosely thrown around a glowing brick fire-pit. Girls looped themselves around boys, chattering aimlessly with beverages that sloppily poured over the sides of their cups and onto their laps and into the grass. They giggled and slurred–their heels dug into the earth, causing several unfortunate partygoers to trip and lurch, earning themselves yet another spilled drink or bitchy laughs from gaggles of jealous and judgemental girls.  

You rolled your eyes, debating on going after all, but your feet were already moving underneath you, carrying you along the sidewalk that led to each house. Who were you to think that it was smart to come here alone, especially when it was the first party you had attended in God-knows-how long? 

“Y/N!” Your eyes darted upward, trying to place the voice that was calling your name. You found him. Your eyes met his and you instantly felt like you were drowning. A vignette seemed to filter out the unnecessary material around you; the blaring music muted, the giggles and shouts subsided into soft static. He was impeccably dressed in navy silk. A tailored blazer skimmed his bare chest, provided as a mere accessory rather than a true piece of clothing. His bottoms hugged at his frame, falling just above a perfectly shined pair of leather loafers. His hands were casually tucked into his pockets as he looked directly at you–with that fucking smile. 

He strode towards you, knocking you out of the trance. Your breath hitched, sending bolts of panic through your system as he approached. Oh shit, what do I do? You thought, averting eye contact as you made every attempt to not look as awkward and helpless as you really were. 

“You’re not a hologram, right? If I remember correctly, you acted like you would rather be caught dead than come to the Row.” His feet landed in front of you as he arrived. You met his eyes, crossing your arms defensively.

“Well, I wanted to see what I was missing–by the looks of it, it just looks like it’ll lead to meaningless sex and a bitch of a hangover.” He readjusted in his spot, cocking an eyebrow upward. He likes your sass. He likes it a lot. 

“Well, it is a party, Y/N, what better to do than get drunk and fuck, hmm?” You scoffed at him, stepping off to the side, making your way to the first house. You heard his shoes tapping the pavement as he walked. Good. You wanted him to follow you. 

“What is your drink of choice?” He asked, trying to change the subject to something more playful. “I usually stick with tequila–the citrus notes are just–” You heard him kiss the tips of his fingers in a “chef’s kiss” gesture from behind you. You couldn’t help but grin, careful to maintain your guarded disposition. 

“Got any Pappy?”  You asked, turning over your shoulder with a grin. “I’m an expensive lay.”

Sammy snorts. “Two thousand dollar bourbon? You know the fucking answer, sweetheart.” That earned him a smile. You turned to face him and were immediately tossed upside down at the sight of his dimples. 

“Well, we do have some lovely white claw reserve that was bought at this very upscale store. Maybe you know it–Target?” You couldn’t help but chuckle at him. 

“Shut up, Sam!” He smiled warmly, coming beside you, pulling an arm around your shoulder.

 “Let’s go find something worth drinking, hmm?” You hadn’t processed what was happening, but you didn’t want to, either. You let it happen, weighing risk versus reward.  You stepped forward into the party with him at your side, forgetting the lie you had told paige. So much for finding Ryan. Instead, you found Sam. 

End of Part.

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Connection: Part 2

Sammy x Danny x (F) Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: 18+, (F) masterbation, unprotected sex, choking, language, (M/M/F) threesome

Chapter Summary: Enemies to lovers, Sam used to be your best friend, now your sworn enemy. After a turn of events he is so much more than that. You discover that you’ve been missing out on a big part of your best friends life.

Part 1

The air was thick around you. Your body was still buzzing from your high. The smell of Sam, sweat, and sex filled your nose. The taste of Sam was still fresh on your taste buds. Your senses were everywhere and nowhere, just like your mind. Your eyes were still lulled half open from your high.

You looked from Danny to Sam. All three of you in a comfortable silence. All of your eyes bouncing from one to the other. You could feel two sets of eyes burning into your skin. You made no attempt to cover yourself. It was like you wanted Danny to see you. Your eyes were basically begging him over to join you and Sam. Danny’s eyes were fucking you from his unchanged place in your doorway.

“It’s my week to pick the movie. I was thinking of a thriller or something scary? How does that sound Y/n?” Danny said, still not taking his eyes from your naked body.

You found his behavior very odd considering you knew he would never let his choice of movie be a scary one. You were more than shocked with this nonchalant question given the state that he had just caught you in. You cleared your throat, “That sounds great, I’ll be right out to make the snacks.”

“I’m assuming that it’s snacks for three right?” Danny smirked at you and Sam both as he walked away.

In the time that Sam had been living with you and Danny he had never once attended movie night. Everything felt so odd, yet comfortable at the same time. You and Sam stayed inside of your comfortably silenced bubble for a few more moments. He pulled you into a deep kiss. His hand cupping your cheek so delicately that you almost forgot how brutally that he had just fucked you.You knew you would have purple bruises and marks to remind you later. You agreed to talk about things later and you both got up to clean yourselves up.

You sat down onto the couch beside Danny like normal. Your mind was still spinning from everything that had happened within the last few hours. You were snapped out of your daze when Sam took a spot beside you. He and Danny had the same smirk plastered across their faces. There you were sandwiched between your best friend and your enemy. Both who had just seen you in quite a vulnerable state.

When the movie started Danny put his arm around you, opening up his chest for you to snuggle into. There was nothing odd about this. You and Danny had always been the touchy feely types with each other. Something about this felt more intimate than normal. Sure you had had little crushes on Danny, how could you not.

You had a little feeling that Danny had shared these little crushes, sometimes it felt like more than a little crush. Lately it had been feeling like there was so much more to it. There were looks that you shared, lingering touches. There were times after a bit too much to drink or smoke that you would be more physical than usual, but there was still a line that had yet to be crossed. The thought of crossing it had crossed your mind before, but never like this.

You laid your body onto Danny’s chest, cozying right on in. You laid your legs across Sam’s lap. You felt so comfortable between the both of them. Every sense in your body craved them both. It was like this was how it had meant to be all along.

You could feel Sam’s fingertips rubbing the length of your legs softly. Danny wove his hand into your long curly hair, softly massaging your scalp. Your skin was burning from the touch of them both.

Your hand toyed with a loose string on Danny’s sweater. You took in his sweet vanilla scent. His body heat radiating onto your own skin. Your mind was clouded again. Your ears were focused on anything but the movie playing in front of you. You could hear the sound of his heartbeat fasting and slowing. You could hear his lungs fill with air, but every so often you could have sworn that he was holding his breath.

You turned your head to the side to see Danny’s other hand intertwined with Sam’s. Both of their fingers fiddling with the other. They were more focused on each other than the movie. You could tell that they were having a silent conversation through body language.

Your breath caught in your throat. It was your turn to hold your breath now. Had you been missing something all of this time? You had caught little looks between them, never anything physical. Nothing enough that you thought was worth mentioning. You always had just thought that it was some inside joke between the two of them. Had you been so caught up in your hate for Sam that you had missed something this big?

Now that you really thought about it, when Danny walked in earlier Sam didn’t try to cover himself either. Danny was eye fucking the both of you.

The room was electrified with sexual tension. You could feel all three of your bodies buzzing with want and lust.

When the movie ended you hadn’t brought up what you had seen conspire between them, but it was definitely something to learn more about later. “So Petal, you want to keep this party going?” Danny asked as soon as the movie credits began to roll.

Of course you did. You had no idea what had gotten into you. You wanted to take this party as far as you possibly could. “Well Daniel, what did you have in mind?”

“Hm ‘Daniel’, I don’t hear you call me that very often.”

“Why don’t we get a fire started and have a smoke,” Sam chimed in. As you began to sit up, you saw them untangle their hands from the corner of your eye. Just as you stood up your front door swung open. In walked Josh and Jake. Of course they would choose tonight to welcome themselves.

The three of you shared a wordless conversation. This would definitely make for an interesting turn in the night. After you greeted one another, Jake got the fire started while Sam and Josh made everyone’s drinks. You and Danny got into your cozy place by the fire. Once you all got settled in and a few drinks in your system, the rest of the night was spent goofing off.

Throughout the night you could feel Sam and Danny watching your every move. You still couldn’t get the image of Danny and Sam’s hands together out of your mind. As the night progressed you kept a watchful eye on their body language. You noticed a few things. Things that were too subtle for anyone else to ever pick up on. They had been flirting right in front of you all of this time. How could you have missed these things? How could Danny have never mentioned any of this to you? They shared long lasting looks, lingering touches. The same as you and Danny had shared.

You and Sam shared your own looks throughout the night. You were dying to get some answers from him. You saw your Sammy in his eyes with each look that you stole. The sweet and caring one that you used to know.

The water around you and Sam was finally calm. It no longer felt like you were drowning in anger and hate around him. Josh and Jake noticed almost immediately that you two were now amicable around the other. You had to admit that it was strange for you too. After all of this time hating each other.

You and Sam started talking about some nonsense when you heard a gasp. “What the hell is going on here?” Jake quipped.

“Yeah don’t you guys hate each other? Something is definitely different,” Josh chimed in.

They both shared a shocked look. You should’ve known how quickly they would pick up on this new and odd behavior between you and Sam.

“U-uh well, we talked a bit just before you guys got here and decided maybe it was time to call a truce,” You stuttered in response. You looked at Sam for some help navigating your response, but received nothing from him.

“HA- A truce, that’s hard to believe after the way you guys couldn’t even stand to be around each other for at least the last year or so,” Josh laughed out at you.

“Danny, what do you think of this so-called ‘truce’?” Jake said.

“I think that it would be nice for my two favorite people to finally get along,” Danny said, smirking at you and Sam.

Sam never said a word about your “truce”. He was terrified of saying the wrong thing.

Jake and Josh finally let it go and the night continued on. Danny was more physical with you than he had ever been. Which was saying a lot considering how physical you had always been. The alcohol in your system had finally helped your mind to slow down a bit. Of course you still had a million unanswered questions, but you would save those for tomorrow.

The twins eventually left for their own home. Which left you, Sam, and Danny alone by the fire. It had dwindled down at this point in the night. The embers barely were keeping you warm. Danny’s natural body heat and his hand swirling around your lower back lulling you into a daze. Sam scooted over to the spot beside you. Once again you were sandwiched between them both, not that you were complaining. You were simply taking mental notes on the entire situation between the three of you.

You were absolutely exhausted, barely holding your eyes open anymore. It had been an incredibly draining day, in the best ways. “Alright guys I’m going to turn in for the night.”

“Goodnight Petal,” Danny and Sam said in unison.

You blushed as you went inside. You hadn’t heard your nickname from Sam’s lips in so long that it sounded foreign. You stepped into the shower to wash the day off of you. The smell of smoke and sex rinsed off with the suds.

You longed to feel the warmth of your cozy bed. You took one more look outside of your bedroom window at the boys. Sam had scooted into your usual place in Danny’s strong arms. Danny had his head rested on top of Sam’s. He looked so peaceful, they both did. It made you happy to see them like this. You did still wonder where your place was in this.

You were hit with the smell of Sam still lingering in your sheets and around your room. Your sore muscles thanked you as you sank into your mattress. You never heard the boys come inside for the night. It took you a matter of seconds to fall into a deep sleep.

All of the sudden Danny’s hands were around your waist, yours were tangled into his dark curls. Your tongues were swirling around each other. He was pushing you back forcefully, until you hit another body. Sam was pushed against your back. His warm lips were kissing your neck's most sensitive spots. The moans they were both pulling from you got lost in Danny’s mouth.

You were in your favorite spot, directly between them. You could feel both of their hard cocks pushed against your front and back. Their hands were roaming all around you. They were exploring every inch of your body.

Danny pulled from your kiss staring deep into you, like he could see your soul. He reached around you grinning and pulled Sam into a kiss. You watched in awe as these events unfolded right before your eyes.

You moved to the bed, your core begging for some attention. Just as they were about to join you, you were jolted awake. ‘Fuck’ you thought to yourself. Of course it was all a dream. You were covered in a cold sweat and a very real dream induced ache between your thighs.

You rolled over to silence your alarm seeing that you had given yourself very little time to get ready for work. You pulled yourself from bed and got ready for the day. When you walked out into the kitchen you realized that you were home alone. They had already left for work which was no surprise considering how late you were. You were thankful in a way that they were gone already, you had a tendency to talk in your sleep. There was no telling what you had let slip in your slumber.

It was a surprisingly busy morning for you. So busy that you hadn’t realized that it was now lunch time. With how late you were you didn’t have time to pack anything. You were about to let Danny know that you couldn’t bring lunch today when your doorbell rang. You looked up to see Danny and Sam with your favorite lunch in hand.

You were happy to see them both, especially since you had skipped out on breakfast this morning. You felt your cheeks get hot as your mind was flooded with images of your dream. You had your lunch like normal, it was nice to share it with them both. You all kept sharing a knowing look. It was like the three of you had fallen right back into your old patterns. It was comforting, but there was a new feeling in the air.

You had yet to talk to either of them about anything that had happened over the last 24 hours. You knew you weren’t confused about your emotions. Your mind was very clear about one thing, you had feelings for them both. Even though you were sure of your feelings there was still a lot to process. You didn’t know how they felt. How could you be with them both? Would you have to choose? How would you be able to choose? How were you even going to go about this conversation?

There your mind goes again swirling with questions of the unknown. You knew you needed to talk to Sam first, just to see where the two of you stood. It was clear the hatred that you two had once shared had dissolved, almost like it never existed. After lunch they went back to their shop and finished out their day.

You were the first one home that night. You were thankful for this. It gave you at least an hour to prepare yourself. You also knew Sam would be home well before Danny. This would give you some time to talk to him alone first.

The hour flew by much faster than you had anticipated. You waited for Sam on the couch. You had practiced over and over exactly what you were going to say and ask. As soon as you heard the door open you forgot every word. You were suddenly nervous, your palms were coated in a thin layer of sweat.

Sam beat you to the punch. As soon as he saw you sitting there he asked if you could talk. It was great that he wanted to, but what if he wanted to talk for different reasons? You knew you wanted him, but you also wanted Danny. You had no idea what was about to come from him, no idea what he really wanted.

He noticed how panicked you were and took a seat directly beside you on the couch. You both turned your bodies facing each other. “Sammy, I-” you started but were cut off swiftly.

“Y/n, can I please say something first?” Sam said to you.

You nodded nervously. He took your hand in his and gave you the softest look. “Look Y/n, I’m sorry,” he started.

“Sorry? For what?” you interrupted.

“For everything, I’m so sorry for everything. I’ve been horrible to you for the past year. I know that I had no right to be jealous, but I couldn’t help it. I know that I should’ve just talked to you about it and how I felt.”

“Jealous? What on earth were you jealous of?” you said with a confused tone.

Sam scoffed at you, “Seriously Y/n, no need to be shy now, especially not after yesterday.”

“I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about Sam, come on,” you said more seriously now.

“Oh, well I of course mean you and Danny. I mean it was painfully obvious, it still is. I just thought that you and I might’ve had something and then you go and move in with him. You are both constantly all over each other, you share looks and touches. You clearly have something going on. I just wish that I would’ve told you how I felt before and not wasted this whole year being so awful to you,” Sam said genuinely to you.

“Sammy, nothing has ever happened between Danny and I. I would’ve thought he would have told you that. I also thought that you and I had something, but I think you’re jealous of Danny too,” you said with a smirk.

Sam’s face turned a deep red, “H-He told you?”

You scooted closer to him now, “No, he’s never said anything about whatever you two have. I am simply perceptive. But I do wonder where we stand now, not just you and I, but the three of us really?”

Sam proceeded to apologize a few more times to you. “I forgive you Sam, and I’m sorry too. I haven’t talked to Danny and I don’t know if you two have really talked, but I care for the both of you,” you said shyly.

“Well that much I could tell, and Danny too. Especially after yesterday, it seemed like you wanted him to join us. And then after the movie if Josh and Jake hadn’t shown up I wonder what we could have gotten into?” it was his turn to smirk at you now.

“Before anything happened I wanted us to talk. You and I first since we had some tension around us and what happened came out of nowhere. I don’t think I was alone in wanting him to join us. And I wouldn’t want to come between you and Danny of course and-”

Sam cut you off again. You had spent most of this conversation interrupting each other. This time he interrupted you by pulling you into a kiss. He swiftly pulled you onto his lap. His tongue swept over your lips looking for an invitation.

Just as things began to heat up the front door swung open and in walked Danny. His eyes immediately fell to you and Sam on the couch. “Having fun without me again I see,” Danny chuckled out.

This time you picked up on the jealousy in his tone. He never took his eyes off of you both. Instead you noticed him inching closer. “Who says that it has to be without you Danny?” you said looking up at him with your best doe eyes.

He gave you both a puzzled look. Sam patted the spot beside you, silently asking him to join. Danny nervously took the seat beside you. You were still in Sam’s lap, you made no effort to move. You both turned to face Danny now. You watched as Sam slowly took one hand from your thigh and placed it on Danny’s. Danny flinched at the sudden contact, still with a confused look on his face.

You still didn’t know where the three of you stood, but you knew what you wanted. “She knows about us Danny, no need to be shy or keep it a secret anymore,” Sam said rubbing on his thigh. Danny seemed to calm down at this.

“Wait - before anything happens I think that we should talk about whatever this is,” you felt more confident now.

“Petal, we talked a bit earlier and we both care for you. We both want you, you don’t have to choose,” Danny said like he was reading your mind. He knew exactly what you wanted.

“We just want you to feel comfortable, we wouldn’t want to overwhelm you. We will respect whatever you want,” Sam spoke up now.

You didn’t say anything at first. All of the confusion and nerves were swept away, just gone. You were all finally on the same page. Everything was so clear now. You had the same wants and desires.

Still on Sam’s lap you began to mimic his movements of rubbing circles on Danny’s thigh. You could now hear the sound of the rain beginning to pour outside. Thunder was pounding and lightning was striking. The sun was setting, casting dark shadows through your house.

They were looking at you in an intense manner. There was a comfortable silence in the room. Your heart was pounding out of your chest from excitement.

“So Petal, are you going to let us take good care of you?” Danny broke the silence.

You only nodded your head.

“No baby, we need to hear you say it,” Sam said lustfully.

You took a deep breath to steady yourself, “Yes, please, I need you both.”

A quick look of agreement was shared between the three of you. Excitement was coursing through you like never before.

Suddenly Sam’s lips were on yours again. His hands were running over your body. You ran your fingers through his long hair pulling it gently. He pushed your hips down onto his. You began grinding down onto his hips.

You silently thanked yourself for your choice of outfit. You were wearing nothing but your favorite little yellow sundress and panties. You could feel his hard cock right on your center.

You pulled away for a moment to catch your breath. Danny was eagerly watching the events unfold right in front of him. He let out a strained groan.

“Petal, I think we made poor Daniel feel neglected,” Sam said.

“Oh Sammy, we wouldn’t want that. Does our sweet boy need some attention?” You cooed.

Sam and Danny were sitting knee to knee now. You peeled yourself from Sam’s lap and lowered yourself onto Danny’s lap. All of your feelings for Danny came rushing in at once. You were seeing him in a new light now. You giggled, “Hi Danny”

“Hi Petal,” Danny blushed.

You wanted to take it all in with Danny. You didn’t want to miss a moment of this. You wrapped your arms around his neck and ran your hands up and down his back. You ran your hands slowly around his nicely toned arms. You looked into his gleaming eyes. You could see your sweet Danny in them, but you saw something else. This was something new you were now seeing in them - you saw dark desire.

You slowly dipped down to meet his lips. When his lips connected with yours you felt dizzy. His lips were soft and plump against yours. You opened your mouth to allow him to dip his tongue inside. His warm tongue began swirling against yours. You were exploring each other’s mouths, tasting each other.

After a few moments you detached from his lips. “It seems like my boys have been holding out on me,” You said in your best pouty voice.

“I think that our girl wants us to put on a little show for her Sammy,” Danny said, turning to Sam.

“Do you think that she deserves it Danny?”

You decided to put on a show for them in return. You stood up from your spot on Danny’s lap and started to seductively trace your shoulders with your fingers. You hooked your fingers under the straps of your dress and dragged them down as slowly as possible. Your dress slid down your body and silently hit the floor, leaving you in nothing but your soaked black panties.

The boys’ breath hitched in their throats. They were gawking at you wide eyed and admiring every inch of your almost naked body. You were standing on full display in front of them.

You sat back down, this time onto Sam’s thigh. You began slowly grinding on it, desperate for some pressure. “I think that it’s time for my show now.”

Danny made the first move. He reached over and caressed Sam’s cheek, pulling his focus from you. He then pulled him into a deep sensual kiss. You admired how gentle he was being with Sam. How gentle they were both being with each other. The care and admiration that they put into each calculated move.

While they put on their show for you, you decided to have a little fun. You knew they were both aching for some relief. You reached down and slowly pulled Sam’s aching cock from his pants. This made him whine into Danny’s kiss. Danny chuckled at his reaction. You reached over into Danny’s lap and pulled out his throbbing cock. Which in turn pulled a breathy whine from him, just as it had Sam. Now it was Sam’s turn to laugh at his reaction.

Danny pulled from Sam’s lips just long enough to pull you to his own thigh. “That’s it baby, keep riding us, get yourself off,” Danny said out of breath.

You took their members in each hand and slowly jerked them off. You set an agonizing pace, paying special attention to their little whimpers and whines. They didn’t think that you were catching on, but you paid extra mind to every little twitch that they tried to conceal from you.

You were at a bit of a disadvantage. They knew each other’s bodies, you were in the dark. Of course that meant that they were also in the dark when it came to your body. You were determined to learn quickly.

You wanted to see just how long they could keep up this dominating side before they gave in to you.

They continued to pass you back and forth between their thighs a few more times. They were purposely hardly paying you any attention. They had the same idea that you did, but you were determined not to break. You had to admit to yourself that you were getting closer with each passing minute. The small beads of precum that covered both of their heads gave them away as well.

You watched carefully as their mouths consumed each other. They each had a hand on your thigh to hold you steady. Their other hands sneaking through their long locks of hair, pulling and tugging at each other eagerly.

You could very clearly tell how much they both enjoyed having you as an audience. You caught small glances out of the corner of their eyes every so often. Once you noticed their kisses beginning to become sloppy you quickened your pace. You started to let your own whimpers flow.

You almost let yourself go when you watched as Sam pulled away from Danny by wrapping his hand around his throat forcefully. Danny whined in protest, but his whine was turned quickly into a groan when Sam tipped his jaw up and attached his lips to the sensitive skin of his neck.

Danny purposely locked eyes with you, flashing you a daring grin. His eyes rolled back slightly when Sam began to lick and suck his way around the supple skin.

“I think that we should move this into the bedroom,” you finally stuttered out. You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed them, to feel them, see them, all of it.

“I think that we could do that, what do you think Danny? Has she earned it yet?” Sam said, still attached to Danny’s skin.

“I think as soon as she cums for us she will have earned it,” Danny growled to Sam.

You were going to protest, but you did need release, and there was no telling what they would have in store for you later. You released their cocks and rode Danny’s thigh until your vision darkened and your body was buzzing with ecstasy. You moaned their names and gripped their arms as they held you steady.

You were brought back to reality when you felt Danny scoop you up and carry you to the bedroom, Sam was following quickly at his heels. He plopped you gently onto his soft bed. You were hit with the familiar scent of him and Sam on the sheets.

They were looming over you, suddenly you felt so small. “Why don’t you undress each other, I would hate to be the only one naked around here,” you said looking up at their tall, clothed figures.

“We really should fix that Sammy, our girl wants to see us,” Danny said as he began to unbutton Sam’s shirt. Your heart fluttered at ‘our girl’.

You watched in awe as they very slowly put on a strip tease for you. They were eating up having an audience to perform for.

You scooted to the middle of the bed and watched the show in front of you. Your eyes were frantically moving between their bodies, not wanting to miss even the smallest of details. You noticed that they both had a damp spot on their thighs from where you had sat earlier. This made your stomach turn in a delightful way.

They were now both fully naked. You were laid out on the bed, on full display for them. They each slowly approached the bed from both sides, Sam on your left and Danny on your right. They took their places, laying down on either side of you.

Here you were, in your favorite place, sandwiched directly between their tan, naked bodies. This time though, things were more intimate between the three of you. Everything was about to change. The air was once again thick around you. Your whole body was buzzing with excitement and lust.

Sam was the first to make a move this time. He snaked his hand up to your jaw making you look up at him, “Can we touch you now baby, make you feel good?”

You blushed at the pet name falling from his lips, “Yes, please do.”

To be continued…

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Troubled Mind: Part Two

Josh Kiszka x fem reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, suspense, mild horror

Synopsis: You and Josh like to explore abandoned buildings during breaks in the tour but when you explore a small church in the South Carolina lowcountry, you get way more than you bargained for.

A/N: I’m so sorry this is so late getting out. Had a lot of family things to deal with. Time between parts will be shorter from now on :)

Troubled Mind: Part Two

"I want to go back."

Dumbfounded, you turned to face Josh. He was deliberately avoiding eye contact, paying particularly close attention to his left shoe lace. Silence fell upon the balcony, only broken by drunken tourists on the street below. Finally, after an agonizing long time, you heaved an exasperated sigh, then spoke.

"Are you serious? You really want to go back?" He was dead set on this. He wouldn't have said it if he didn't absolutely mean it and you knew that all too well. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you also desperately wanted to find out what those creatures were and why they were there. However, going back meant facing them again and you weren't entirely sure you would make it out alive.

He turned his attention away from his shoe, looking you directly in the eyes. There was fierce determination there that made your heart flutter. "I really want to go back. I need to know what those…things are. I'd like you to go with me again, but if you're scare-"

"I'm going," you said firmly. You were not one to pass up a challenge, although you were questioning how stupid it was.

"Atta girl," he gave you a little smirk and seemed to relax a little.

"Tomorrow afternoon then!"

The heat rose in your cheeks. His praise gave you butterfies and as he got up from his rocking chair and brushed your cheek with his hand, you felt a fresh wave of desire creep up from your core. You followed him into the bedroom and realized there was an en suite on the opposite wall. Although you couldn't see everything, you could see the massive shower and your mind began to work through all the different ways you could take advantage of it.

"Would you like to join me?" You snapped out of your daydream to see an almost completely nude Josh giving you eyes while standing in the doorway of the bathroom and the shower was turned on.

Frustratingly he was still wearing his boxer briefs and it took every ounce of retraint you had to not rip them off and straddle him. "Thought you'd never ask.", you managed to say with false bravado. Nerves and desire had you in a vice grip and as you stood up and fumbled with your shirt, Josh made his way over to you, looking you up and down with hunger.

"Do you want some help?" he didn't wait for an answer before he helped you out of your clothes. First, your shirt and bralette, then in singular, swift motion, your shorts and panties. He stepped back and looked you up and down, admiring every curve and biting his lip. You weren't the only one showing an ungodly amount of retraint. He wanted to take you right there and you could feel it.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered. The desire to have him grew even stronger. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful piece of artwork he'd ever seen. You had previous lovers, both one night stands and long term partners, but this was the first time ever that you felt wholely wanted. He held out his hand to lead you to the bathroom and you swore you could feel the electricity between you. The shower was even bigger than you had previously thought. The first thing that caught your attention was the bench inside of it, waiting for you to use it in all kinds of steamy ways.

Josh led you in and pulled you into an embrace under the warm water with him. You couldn't take your eyes off him. His hair falling into his face, water dripping down his perfect body, his dark honey eyes locked on you, taking every ounce of you in, just like you were doing to him.

Even still, it took you by surprise when he kissed you. This kiss was different than the kiss in the church. He was hungry for you. His hand explored every inch of your body: he grabbed your hips and cupped your ass with one hand while he squeezed your tit on the way to your neck and hair with the other.

"I want you right now," he growled into your ear. "Do you want me, kitten?"

You damn near melted onto the shower floor, "Yes."

He turned you towards the mirror over the vanity and bent you over. The shower was glass and you could see everything. He positioned himself behind you and you could feel his cock at the opening of your pussy. Oh, god. Just put it in! But just like before, he was going to tease you. He was going to drag it out.

"Do you like the view, princess?" he asked smugly. You could see him smirking in the mirror. You nodded.

"No, no, no, my love," He pushed the head of his cock in just a little as he smacked your ass. He pulled it back out. You whimpered in frustration. "I need an answer."

"Yes," you said, pushing back onto him. He backed away and laughed. You could feel youself getting more desperate for him to fill you up. "Please fuck me."

"Well, since you asked nicely," he pushed in quick and hard, forcing a loud moan out of your mouth. He did not let up after that. He fucked you fast and hard. Each time his dick thrusted in brought you closer to cumming. He grunted and pulled your hair as he went faster. His hand migrated to your throat and put just enough pressure on it to make you even wetter.

You looked up. He was alternating between looking at you and himself. It made you feel hot that he loved watching himself fuck you. Never in your life had you been this turned on and didn't think you ever would be again.

Then he pulled out, resulting in a growl from you. He smacked your ass for the defiance. Josh turned you around and kissed you hard as he pushed you up against the glass and grabbed your tit. Then he kneeled down and a moaned escaped your lips as his tongue pushed up onto your clit. He alternated between swirling and flicking your clit with his tongue in perfect rhythm. As he slipped two fingers inside of you, his other hand made its way over to your ass, cupping it hard. He increased the intensity of his work, finger fucking you and licking you until you finally released so hard that you couldn't make sound, just desperate breaths of pleasure.

"You taste incredible," he stood up and gave you a big smile. "Now," he walked over to the bench and patted his leg, a signal for you come over. "Get on my dick." You shortened the distance between you with a quickness. You straddled him and lowered onto his dick. He started fucking you from underneath, so hard and fast that you couldn't catch your breath. Every time he went all the way inside he hit your spot with such a force you saw stars.

It didn't last long. You were still tight and still on a high and he was already close. You came at the same time again, this time more intense and more in synch, illiciting loud moans from both of you. In the aftermath you wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist. Your lips met in a long, deep kiss that only two people who shared such a mind blowing experience could have.

You finally get up and get under the water but he didn't move. He watched you wash yourself, with a look of admiration and contentment. He joined you as you finished and you helped him clean himself off. Not a word was exchanged, but you stole kisses from each other the entire time and nothing else mattered.

After getting out and drying off, reality quickly set in again. You were going back to the church and this time you knew what awaited you. You tried to push that out of your mind as Josh handed you one of his tshirts and a pair of cotton shorts, promising to send someone to your hotel room to get your things. His clothes smelled like him, so you didn't care if you got your clothes or not.

He led you down the back staircase into the kitchen. The delicious smell of Jake's cooking mad you realize that you really worked up an appetite. Entering the kitchen you saw a spread of salmon, roasted vegetables, and rice. Jake was beginning to plate everything while Sam was making a cocktail for himself and Danny was leaning against the counter with a drink in one hand and his phone in the other. You had hung out with all of them at one point before and after shows, but being in their space as their equal was very new and you were a little starstruck. Until..

"Did ya have fun?" Sam said, practically shouting, earning stifled laughter from Danny and a big grin from Jake. Your stomach dropped.

"It sure sounded like they did!" Jake said, laughing. Your cheeks turned beet red and you wanted nothing more than to run back up to the safety of Josh's room. Of course they heard you but damn, did they have to laugh about it? Embarrassed, you walked over to the counter and began making yourself a drink.

"I had a lot of fun, actually," Josh grinned, walked over and took Sam's drink from his hands. He took a sip and made a face. "Well I was going to say I deserved your drink but no one deserves that shit."

You laughed as Sam took his drink back and gave it a sip, "I don't know what you're talking about, it's perfect. What do you think, y/n?"

Sam gave you his drink. You took a swig of it and honestly? "I mean its fine if you like getting your drinks from Applebees."

Everyone but Sam laughed. His cheeks turned red to your satisfaction. He took his drink back once again and kind of grumbled. Truth be told, you didn't appreciate being called out for being a loud fuck, so you considered it even.

Jake handed everyone their plates, making sure to to start with you and mouthing, 'we good?' you nodded, appreciating him checking in. You sat down beside Josh at the island in the middle of the kitchen. Sam sat beside you, giving you a grin and a wink, while Danny and Jake stood up and ate across the island.

"So, you didn't tell us about the church!" Jake quipped, looking between you and Josh. Not knowing how to respond, you turned to Josh, which gave him the cue to speak.

"It was…interesting,"Josh said. "Nothing like I ever experienced before."

Sam and Danny smirked at each other, clearly assuming Josh was talking about his first time with you, earning an eyeroll. Jake, however, gave his twin a questioning look, searching in his eyes for some kind of answer. "Did something happen? I assumed Jimmy was blowing smoke up our asses."

So Jimmy was the old man Josh met at the bar. Josh tensed up and put his hand on your thigh. You placed your hand over his and squeezed, offering your silent support. He sighed then said.

"Yeah. Something really fucked up. No one got hurt. At least-" he paused for dramatic effect "-no one human." Even in serious moments, the theater kid in him jumped out.

"What, like an animal?" Danny asked. Sam and Danny were no longer smiling.

"I don't know what the fuck it was, Daniel. Everything was normal. We went into the church, we had a little fun," he squeezed your thigh, "and as we were cleaning up, we noticed these fucking people….if you could even call them that. They were staring at us from the graveyard, must've been at least a dozen of them. We ran to the jeep, they chased us, and we barely made it to the car. I ran one of them over trying to drive off. And I swear that fucker GOT UP."

"They were wearing robes. They looked like people from far away but their features were…off," you added. "Like some uncanny valley shit. It was terrifying."

"We're going back tomorrow," Josh said. "I want to know what they are."

The other 3 were looking at the two of you with wide eyes. You were preparing yourself for the laughter, the skepticism, for Sam's stupid jokes, but there was nothing but a pregnant silence. it lasted for a couple minutes at most, but it felt like hours. Finally, Danny spoke up. "Oh."

"I'm going," Jake said. "I want to see these things for myself."

"No," Josh said sternly. You wanted Jake to come, so you could at least confirm that you weren't insane. Jake rolled his eyes and sipped on his old fashioned.

"Well first of all, I'm inviting myself. That wasn't up for debate. Second, you never want me to go and I've respected that,"Jake said. "But if this is true, this is bigger than your rendezvous with y/n."

They started arguing but you couldn't hear what they were saying. 'You never want me to go' rang through your ears. Your little adventures with Josh had always been just you and him and you assumed it was because no one else cared to join you. But now… Josh wanted to spend time with you. And ONLY you. For months. The revelation made your heart swell. He wanted you all to himself. You couldn't give less of a shit about the monster in that moment. On the outside, you were calm and collected but you desperately wanted to drag him back upstairs.

"I wanna go too! Daniel too OBVIOUSLY," Sam's voice cut through. Danny nodded in agreement. You resisted the urge to make a Jay and Silent Bob joke. Josh, however, had enough.

"FINE! ITS A WHOLE FUCKING FAMILY AFFAIR," Josh yelled in exasperation. "Jesus are you gonna invite Mom and Dad too? Goddamn."

You were giggling at Josh's crankiness when he gave you an eyebrow raise, silently asking 'are you good with this?' You nodded in agreement. Josh downed his 2nd drink of the night, presumably trying to drown his fear about going back and his annoyance at his brothers' insistence on joining.

Once everyone had their fill and refilled their drinks, the party moved to the den, a beautifully bright room with large windows, priceless artwork, and antique furniture. You gingerly sat on the delicate old velvet couch, followed by Josh, then Danny beside him. Sam took one of the chairs across from you and Jake wondered over towards the record player. He pulled out an old blues record, setting the perfect tone for the room and Charleston itself. The windows were large and there was condensation forming on them from the humidity outside. You watched hordes of people walk by, the occasional person taking a little peak into the house.

"This place is a little creepy, huh?" Danny said, picking up a trinket off the side table beside him and examining it. "Charleston is beautiful, don't get me wrong. But the vibes.."

You nodded. You knew exactly what he was saying. "Well, it is one of the most haunted cities in the country."

This prompted a deep discussion about various hauntings everyone experienced. Sam swore an old man haunted his bungalow in Nashville and would talk in his ear as he tried to sleep. Danny never spent too long in his parents' basement by himself because a vase fell down and broke out of nowhere when he was a kid. Jake told the story of drunkedly yelling at ghosts in the cabin where they wrote their last album. Josh of course..

"Well I was chased out of an old ass church by some demon zombie culty monster fuckers earlier tonight. I think that tops everyone else's story," he said, smirking. His cheeks were flushed so you looked at his drink. Empty. And you knew Josh was heavy handed with his alcohol. He began to tell the story again, except this time with many more theatrics and embellishments. He swore he fought them off, kicking them in their "creepy dementor" asses and saved you at just the right time. You were amused, exchanging knowing looks with the other three at seperate points. Finally, he ended his long winded story the way he always did when he was drunk: he stood up and held up his glass. "IWANNARAISEATOAST"

Everyone raised their glasses, stifling laughter. Whatever Josh was about to say, you all knew…it was going to be silly and kind of stupid. Instead he just swayed and said "ILOVEYOUALL"

Jake laughed, "Love you too, my brother. Now," he clasped his hands on Josh's shoulder. "We got a big day ahead of us tomorrow. Let's get you up to bed."

You and Jake spent the next 30 minutes guiding a very rambly, stumbling Josh back up to the room. Every few steps, he'd stop and go on a tangent: about the weather, the church, about the downfall of the film industry and then finally, as you were leading him into the bed.

"Y/N! Baby do you know how hard it is to find a girl like you? YOU JUST FELL INTO MY LAP! My makeup artist? Did-did you expect THIS to happen? One day we're joking about how my jumpsuits show my dick off then the next WE'RE FUCKING IN AN ABANDONED CHURCH LIKE WHAT?"

Jake started laughing. He was laughing so hard he was doubled over, leaving you to corral Josh after he decided he HAD to talk to Danny about their brotherhood. By that point, you were in a fit of giggles, struggling to breathe.

"I'm sorry, this must be so awkward for you, him talking about me," you managed to say.

Jake straightened out and gained his composure. He shook his head. "No, no, you're good y/n. He always says crazy shit when he's sloshed. I shared a womb with him, his sex life isn't a big deal."

Josh was finally settled under the sheets and Jake turned to you. "Seriously, he's been sweet on you for a while, honey. I've seen the way you two look at each other and you've felt the same way. I'm happy this is happening. Just, you know, don't hurt him."

Beaming, you nodded. Words wouldn't come but you were endlessly grateful for Jake’s approval. Josh had already fallen asleep and within 2 minutes of your head hitting the pillow, you joined him.

In your sleepy haze you heard rolling wheels and footsteps. Someone cleared their throat and said "fuck!" under their breath then you heard an object move on the floor. 'That must be Josh..'

But you were curled up in Josh's arms. It couldn't be him. Alarmed, your eyes snapped open and you sat up in a jolt. It was Sam with your suitcase, attempting to roll it to your side of the bed.

He jumped a little bit, held his hand to his heart, and took a deep breath. "Fuck you scared me!" he gained his composure. "Sorry for waking you! Ran into his shoe…messy bastard. They brought your suitcase from the hotel and I wanted to bring it up for you."

You yawned and rubbed the sleepy out of your eyes. Your heart was still racing from the scare but you were grateful he thought to bring it up. "That's okay, I appreciate it!"

"Do you want some coffee? I'll run down and get it for you," he said, gestering towards the door. "Any guest of Josh's is a guest of mine. I just want you to feel welcomed."

"Yeah, that would be great. A little cream and sugar, if you don't mind," it felt so strange being doted on by Sam when you had worked for the band all tour but you never turn down coffee in bed.

"No problem! I'll be right back," He walked out of the room and you turned your attention to Josh. Sweet, sweet Josh. He groaned and positioned himself on his side, grabbing the nearest pillow to hold against his body. His hair was disheviled and lips slightly parted. He was absolutely beautiful. You put your hand on his, in total disbelief that he chose you.

"Alright," Sam announced himself, holding a large mug. He brought it to you and remarkably, he had gotten the coffee extremely close to the way you liked it. You thanked him and he walked out. As you sipped your coffee you got ready for the day: hair in a perfectly messy bun, light makeup, overall denim shorts with a white tank underneath, and some vans. As you were slipping on your vans, you heard a loud groan and sigh from the bed. You looked up and Josh was sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," you said. His eyes lit up at the sight of you. It was something you would never get tired of. Blushing, you walk over to him, giving him a sweet kiss. "Good morning, sweet girl," he said, smiling. "You're so cute with your little overalls."

You spun to give him the whole view and he pulled you on top of him onto the bed. Your lips met in a deep kiss..his hand began to explore your body. He wanted to go further, but you had a church to go to, so you detangled yourself from his embrace before things got too heavy.

"What the heeeelll, y/n" he whined, his voice still raspy from waking up.

"We have plans, Josh. Plans you insisted upon, need I remind you," you replied, rolling your eyes. "Besides, its no fun when you get everything you want every time."

"I could fuck the shit outta you just for that," he got up and grabbed you by the hips, smirking. "I'll get you when we get back."

You could feel yourself get hot and turned on. God, he knew just how to tease you. He let you go and went into the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and refreshed his hair. He chose a light tan short jumpsuit and his usual brown vans to wear. On his way out of the room, he smacked your ass and gave you a wink. The last 24 hours felt like a fever dream. Your relationship with Josh felt so easy, but the church and its creatures were constantly on your mind.

You followed him down the stairs. The rest of the band were already up and dressed, drinking coffee in the kitchen and having casual conversation. Everyone bid you good morning as Josh poured himself a cup of coffee.

"So, uh, we've been talking," Jake said. "Have you done any research on this church?"

You sheepishly answered, "Um…no. Not really. I assumed Josh did it." You shot Josh a half hearted glare, feeling stupid for not even asking if he did ACTUAL research other than talking to a man at a bar. "Well, you know, we like to fly by the seat of our pants," Josh's voice was a bit higher than usual. "Besides that old guy-"

"-His name was Jimmy-"

"-Yes! Jimmy! He gave us a lot of information so," Josh trailed off, sipping his coffee and avoiding eye contact. You knew he felt guilty and you should've been more annoyed but you couldn't be mad at him for too long. Jake, however, wasn't so forgiving.

"So you just went on his word and ONLY his word?"

Josh got defensive. "Our explorations usually don't end in us running for our lives, Jacob. We explore, get a little spooked, and flirt with each other. Last night was a first. Besides..he seemed trustworthy."

"Why do you ask?" You said, turning the attention to you before Jake could argue with him. You weren't in the mood for their petty little twin fights in which they bring up every slight against each other from the last 27 years.

"Well, I decided to do a little digging," Sam chimed in before Jake could speak. "We found some background information" "We found Jimmy too," Jake added. He seemed nervous but there was another emotion in his eyes. Fear? He motioned you and Josh over to a laptop sitting on the counter. He pulled up a black and white picture.

It was First Baptist Church in a much better condition then it was in present day. No leaning steeple and no missing boards. The paint wasn't chipped and the graveyard was well taken care of. In front of the church, a group of people, what you assumed was the congregation. In the middle was the preacher, a stern looking man in all black. The date on the photo? July 17, 1889.

Jake pointed at a man at the very end of the third row. Greying hair, skin scarred by age and sun, and big. He towered over everyone else and weighed twice as much as the man next to him. You turn to Josh to ask him what he thought but all the color drained from his face. Something was terribly wrong.

"That's…that's him," he said in a faint whisper. "That's Jimmy. How is he…?"

"Yeah, fucking right?" Jake said.

"That could be his great grandfather or something," you tried to reason but your blood ran cold. You knew, by the looks on Jake's and Josh's face, that was the man they met at the bar.Your mind was racing, thinking of all the possible explantions for him being in that picture. By this time, Danny and Sam joined in behind you, both staring at him, trying to make sense of the massive mind fuck that was happening. Your stomach was in knots. This was much bigger than you could've ever anticipated.

"No no no, "Josh said. "I am certain. That's Jimmy."

"That isn't the only weird thing I found," Sam said. "This congregation disappeared. All of them. Just vanished."

"Local legend says the preacher had a gambling problem. He couldn't pay his debts so he made a deal with the devil: Clear all his debts and get rich in exchange for the lives and souls of his congregation," Danny said.

Jake proceeded to pull up articles and blog posts confirming everything they had said. You went completely numb, coming to the terrifying realization that you were way out of your depth. Josh grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze, trying to offer a small bit of comfort.

"We've been doing this all morning," Jake said, placing his hand on your shoulder. "We wanted to help."

Josh nodded, exchanging silent words with his twin brother. You wanted to speak but didn't know what to say. Thankfully, Sam did. "So!" Sam clapped his hands together. "I suggested we stop and get some lunch, then get over to this church and figure out what the FUCK is going on."

One by one, everyone piled into the truck. Josh was driving with you in the passenger seat and Jake, Sam, and Danny in the back.

"Are you comfy?" You asked with a laugh.

"Do I look comfy, y/n?" Danny's knees were damn near up to his chest.

"It looks like you have plenty of room to me," you said. Danny laughed and flipped you off.

You grabbed lunch at a cute little oyster bar in town. If there was one thing the Kiszkas loved, it was oysters.

"You HAVE to get oysters here," Sam said. "They're known for their oysters. Its practically a law."

After you had your fill, it was up over the bridge and out of town you went. There were attempts at conversation but they all trailed off into silence, replaced by a tense and nervous energy. Josh had a grip on your hand the entire time, stroking it with him thumb and occasionally humming to himself.

Finally, you pulled onto the dirt road. The sign was just as worn and fragile as it was the first time you saw it. The potholes in the road seemed even deeper, if that was possible. Dread and heaviness grew as you got closer to the church and you resisted the urge to grab the steering wheel and turn the truck around.

"Anyone else feel like we're all completely doomed?" Sam asked. The entire car answered in unison: "Yes."

Josh turned the truck around this time to park so he didn't have to back up. Everyone spilled out of the truck, stretching their limbs and yawning. You took the moment to take in the scenery: the church was surrounded by old woods and the graveyard was larger than you realized. It looked worse in the day light. The grass and moss overtook the headstones, many of which were broken or fallen over. The statue of the little girl was chipped, worn, and covered with moss. Your heart hurt for her.

"Goddamn it's hotter than Satan's taint out here," Jake said and he wasn't exaggerating. It was well into the 90s and overnight showers made it impossibly humid. Your skin felt sticky and you could see the beads of sweat forming around Josh's hairline as he walked over to you.

"It feels like I'm breathing soup," he said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Let's get this shit over with so we can out of here, eh?" He took your hand in his and lead you to the church, the other three following behind, muttering to each other about how creepy and run down it was. Entering the church brought you back to the previous night. You and Josh succuming to your feelings for one another in the corner, the massive piece of wood that almost hit you…looking out the window and seeing eyes…

You pushed that out of your head. If there was any sort of clue about what was going on, you needed to find it. You made your way over to the altar that you didn't get to last night. On top of it laid a very large book and as you got closer you realized it was a bible. Flipping through the pages, there were notes written in the blank space of the pages, detailing the readers own thoughts and interpretations of bible verses.

"Oh, a bible!" Jake's voice was a lot closer than you thought, causing you to jump. He laughed, "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. That thing is older than dirt, huh? Let's take it with us, it might have some information."

He took the bible off the alter and made his way towards the door. Josh was over by the wall where he took you last night. "This is holy ground, right here."

Jake stopped and pondered, then…"Oh, god, Josh! In the church? In front of Jesus and everything?"

Josh erupted in laughter and motioned for you to join him. As you did, he put his arm around your waist, beaming. "We consummated our love! You should be happy!"

In spite of your slight embarassment, you couldn't help but smile. Josh was proud to show you off to his twin and Jake was happy that you were with him. For just a moment in that old church, you felt peace.

"I am happy for you, really," Jake said, but he was distracted. He kept looking around, practically spinning in a circle. You stomach dropped in panic when you realized why.

"Where are Sam and Daniel?" Josh seemed to read both of your minds. His face had fallen and lost color, worried about his brothers. Jake ran out and Josh followed. You turned to the window across the church. The window facing the graveyard.

Your feet seemed to move on their own, one in front of the other, towards the window. You were shaking, hoping that you'd hear one of their voices or the twins would announce they found them. You felt like you were going to vomit as you got closer…

No monsters. A wave of relief hit you and you took a deep breath. Out of the corner of your eye, towards the woods, you saw Danny and Sammy walking briskly toward the front of the church. You turned and walked out to meet them, anger creeping up at their recklessness.

"What the fuck were you guys thinking? You didn't tell anyone where you were going!" Josh snapped. The twins were standing side by side, with the same angry look on their face at their brothers.

"Well we were curious! We're grown men, we don't need your permission to roam where ever we please bro," Sam said defiantly. The youngest child was jumping out of him hard in response to his older brother chastising him.

"Look," Jake put a hand up signaling Josh to hush, knowing he was just going to escalate the situation. "We don't know what to expect and he does, so maybe just listen? Its for your safety."

Sam grumbled and rolled his eyes. Danny offered up an apology and the group moved on. Jake took the bible to the truck. As he was walking back, the dread and panic grew in your core…something was about to happen. You walked over to Josh, exchanging silent glances. He felt it too.

Jake clasped Danny and Sam on the shoulders, "Everything is good now, right boys?"

It wasn't. There was a rustling behind them and then and hooded figures appeared once again, walking towards you. In the daylight, you could see: they were tall, towering over Danny, with shabby red robes and no shoes on their abnormally large feet. Their hands, or rather, claws, were long and thin, each finger coming to a point. Your eyes grew wide and you were frozen in place watching that the distance between them and the group grew shorter. No, there was no way you would get lucky again. Josh grabbed your arm harder than intended, shaking and as terrified as you were.

Jake's face fell first, followed by Sam's and Danny's. Jake slowly pushed Sam and Danny towards you and said, "Are they here?"

Josh's lip trembled. He drew in a shakey breath and said a single word.

"Run."

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Hi!! I've had this account for quite a while now and I haven't been active on a hot minute, but to my small amount of followers...I'm back!! Back to writing smutty greta fics for you guys. Also, I got to see a greta concert last night, Mirador and Geese opened for them at the AMP it was absolutely ethereal. If you want pictures just ask!!! I can't send them or post them along with the videos I took!!

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Life Update!

To make a long story short: life got in the way. 🥴

Sick, work, seasonal depression, more work, you get the idea.

With that said, I got a burst of inspiration for another part of The Caravel Tavern universe, and to be honest; I couldn't move on until I got it out. Sam & Birdie are still alive and well in my brain, but they will be taking a little hiatus while I introduce you to this sweet pair of lovebirds! 🥰

keep your eyes peeled for some little sneak peeks 👀🫶🏻

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Love Doesn’t Leave

Love Doesn’t Leave

Pairing: Sam Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: The story of the three girls who shared Sam Kiszka’s heart.

Warnings: SPOILER ALERT! WARNINGS MAY GIVE PLOT LINES AWAY! Girl dad Sam, mentions of sex, mentions of anxiety, smoking, sexual situations, dog attacks, alcohol, discussions related to sexuality and coming out to parents, death of a pet, implied death of parents.

Author’s Note: The chapter titles are the age of Sam’s daughter. They are all even numbers starting at TWO and going up to SIXTEEN. 

Word Count: 17k (It’s long but worth it)

PROLOGUE

You never would have thought smiling at a long haired boy at a bar in Nashville on a girls trip would have led you to where you were now. 

You sat in your boyfriend’s living room as he went to his bedroom to bring you a surprise. You knew exactly what the surprise was, or who the surprise was for that matter. He couldn’t keep his mouth shut about her. Sometimes, you had to stop him from talking about her. He would giggle and say “Sorry, I just love her a lot,” to which you would reply “I know you do, Sammy.”

He walked into the living room with his shoulders turned sideways, hiding what was in his arms. He turned to reveal a caramel brown and black striped puppy in his hands. Your heart melted the instant you saw her. She was perfect. She had a sweet face and she was the perfect size at the moment. Just small enough to hold in your arms, but big enough to the point where she wasn’t too fragile.

“Y/N, meet Rosie. Rosie, meet Y/N,” he said with a huge smile on his face. He grabbed her paw and waved it at you. 

You walked over to her and pet her head and scratched her behind her ears. 

“Hi Miss Rosie,” you said sweetly to her. 

You pulled her out of Sam’s arms and she instantly took to you. She started sniffing and licking your face. You laughed and moved your head around as she continued. You sat down on the couch with her in your lap and continued showering her with love. She was easy to love, it was no wonder Sam was obsessed with her. 

Sam sat down next to you and reached his hand out to pet her.

“Looks like you got a mom now, Rose,” he said, rubbing her behind her ears. She wagged her tail and panted at you, almost as if she was smiling. 

That was the first night you slept over at Sam’s house. You were laying in bed with your head on Sam’s chest when you heard whining outside the bedroom door. Sam sat up and slid out of bed. He threw on a pair of boxers and walked over to the door, opening it slowly. Rosie pushed her way into the room quickly and jumped into the bed eagerly. She settled herself down in the warm spot Sam left behind and you stroked her back as Sam walked back over to the bed. 

“She, uh, she sleeps with me. Is that okay?” he asked hesitantly, running his hands through his hair as he looked down. You could tell he was a little embarrassed.

“Yeah, of course it’s okay,” you assured him. “Just come here, let me love on you some more,” you whispered.

He got back in the bed and lifted Rosie up and over to his other side. He was in the middle of the bed, with you on one side of him, and Rosie on the other. 

Rosie rested her head on Sam’s stomach and you cuddled yourself into his side and rested your head on his chest. His chest was skinny and bony, but warm and soft at the same time. 

You looked up at Sam and he had a huge smile on his face. He was in heaven and he felt love all around him. If he had his way, he would be able to stay in this moment forever. 

“My two girls,” he smiled, petting her head and giving you a kiss on the top of yours.

You fell asleep that night to the sound of Rosie snoring and Sam’s chest rising and falling underneath you. 

Over those years, you learned just how much Rosie meant to Sam. He adopted her during a hard time in his life and she helped him get through it. It was a time when he just needed love and she was able to give it to him. She was always there for him and she knew him better than anyone. She calmed him down when he got anxious. She cheered him up when he wasn’t feeling like himself. She gave him whatever he needed. She was the reason he was who he was. It was her who made it possible for you to love Sam the way you did and you loved her for that. 

You and Sam spent everyday together, with Rosie too of course. During the day the two of you took her for walks and played with her. At night, she’d stay home while you and Sam went out to bars and local shows. You would stay out all night drinking and smoking until you were both too far gone. When you came stumbling home, Rosie would be waiting for you in bed, ready for cuddles and kisses. 

On nights you stayed in, you’d watch movies, eat meals you made together, and tease each other under the sheets until one of you caved in and before you knew it, the two of you were sweaty messes who desperately needed Jesus and a shower. Rosie would sit outside the room patiently until it was time for her to come back in and go to sleep.

When Sam was away for work, you watched Rosie and took care of her. When Sam took her with him, you missed her. Sometimes you missed her more than you missed him. When Sam took you with him, Rosie came along and you took her sightseeing and shopping. Sam always got her something from every city he went to.

With Sam, you were living a life you couldn’t even dream of. You loved traveling the world with him and watching him on stage. Everything about his life was wild, exciting, and electrifying. But more than anything, you loved who he was off stage. Sam was sweet, funny, and caring. Even though he had a lot on his plate and life got the best of him sometimes, he would drop everything to be with you when you wanted or needed him, and you did the same for him. 

Speaking of dropping everything, that wild, crazy life with Sam came to a screeching halt the day you found out you were pregnant. The two of you quickly had to learn to grow up. Late nights at bars turned into early nights asleep in bed. Afternoon smoke sessions turned into morning doctor appointments. Traveling the world turned into traveling the city to every Target within a twenty mile radius until you found the right stroller.

In just a few months, there was a ring on your finger, Sam’s upstairs office was converted into a nursery, and you were stepping over dog gates that separated almost every room.

The house you built a relationship with Sam in would soon be the house you built a family with him in; and you couldn’t have been more excited. 

Time flew by and before he knew it, Sam had three girls who shared his heart. Rosie, you, and your daughter. Sam was a girl dad in every way, shape, and form; and he loved every second of it.

Sam was careful with Rosie and the baby. He let Rosie near her to get used to her but he never left her alone with Rosie. He wasn’t sure how Rosie would react to her, or how she would react to Rosie. Babies are unpredictable and so are dogs. 

Rosie was intrigued by your daughter. She would get as close as possible, sitting at Sam’s feet as he fed her or laying on Sam as he laid on the couch with the baby in his arms, trying to get her to sleep. Sam would prop the baby up on Rosie like she was a pillow and he’d give her a bottle. Rosie would stay still until your daughter was finished drinking. Sam thought it was the cutest thing. His entire camera roll was just pictures of the two of them. 

Your daughter was intrigued by Rosie too. When she could crawl, she’d scoot over to the gates separating the rooms, stick her fingers in them, and Rosie would lick them, making your daughter giggle. Once she could walk, she would stick her own snacks through the gates to feed Rosie- which you quickly had to put an end to once Rosie got hold of a chocolate cookie and spent the night at the vet- which Sam dubbed the scariest night of his life. 

As she got older, Sam slowly exposed the two of them to each other more, getting rid of the gates completely and letting them play together with supervision. His mission was to teach Rosie how to be a good big sister and teach your daughter that dogs can be and should be loved the same way people love people.

TWO

Sam sat next to you on the couch with your daughter in his lap and Rosie in yours.

“Baby, you have to be gentle with her, look,” Sam said as he took your daughter’s hand in his and stroked Rosie’s back. 

“See?” he said softly, “Here, you can do it yourself.”

Your daughter looked up at Sam with wide eyes as he let go of her hand so she could pet Rosie herself. She was only two and had just gotten used to fully understanding how to play with Rosie. For a while she would try to sit on her or pull her, and you and Sam would have to intervene so neither of them got hurt. He decided this was a good age to teach her how to be gentle. 

Rosie wagged her tail as your daughter gently ran her hand down her back. You watched her tiny, chubby fingers relax on Rosie’s fur as she gave her soft strokes. 

“Daddy I did it!” she cheered, looking at the two of you for approval. Sam’s eyes sparkled looking at her and he gave her the biggest, open mouth smile you’d ever seen from him. 

“I yove you Wosie,” she said with her little voice, giving Rosie a kiss on the top of her head.

You swore you saw Sam’s eyes get a little teary. You loved Sam’s eyes. They were your favorite physical feature on him. The way they turned down just a little bit in the outer corners. The way you could see the white underneath the irises of them. The way his left eyelid drooped down just a bit more than his right. They were like two crescent moons. They were perfect. And what made them even more perfect was the fact that he passed them down to your daughter. It was the first thing you noticed about her when she was born. She had those sweet Sammy eyes. Everytime you looked at her, you saw his soft eyes, and they melted your heart.

You snapped back to reality as Sam got up from the couch and placed your daughter in the spot he once occupied. He went to the kitchen and came back with a bag of dog treats. The crinkling of the bag got Rosie’s attention and she jumped off the couch and stood at Sam’s feet. 

Your daughter crawled from her spot on the couch into your lap and turned her attention to Sam, who was standing in the middle of the living room. 

“Watch me, Baby. Daddy’s gonna show you tricks he taught Rosie,” he said, digging his hand into the bag and pulling out a little dog biscuit. He held it out to her and spoke clearly and calmly.

“Rose, sit,” he said. 

Immediately, Rosie dropped down to sit and Sam tossed the treat down to her. She caught it in her mouth and chomped on it. Your daughter laughed wildly and clapped. Her little legs kicked around as she cheered.

“Do it again, Daddy!” 

Sam repeated his action, this time saying, “Roll over,” to which Rosie did exactly what he said. He got down low, put the treat in his hand, and Rosie stood up to eat it from his palm. He scratched Rosie behind her ears as she chewed the biscuit. 

He looked over at your daughter on the couch who was smiling ear to ear. 

“You wanna try?” he asked, looking up at her and raising his eyebrows.

She slid out of your lap and stood next to him and he got Rosie to stand upright. He handed her a treat from the bag, placing it in her little hand.

“Okay, hold it up so she can see it and say Sit, Rosie!”

“Sit, Wosie!” she commanded, holding the treat in the air, and pointing at Rosie with her other finger. 

You watched her face light up as Rosie dropped to the ground to do what she said. Your daughter started cheering for herself saying “I did it! I did it like Daddy!”

You looked at Sam and you couldn't tell who was smiling bigger, your daughter or him. 

“Give her the treat, Baby,” Sam said, laughing a little at your daughter who was so excited for herself that she forgot to reward Rosie. 

She jumped over to Rosie and held the treat in her hand, just as Sam did before. Rosie stood slowly and ate it from her palm. 

Your daughter giggled and Rosie’s tongue lapped over her hand. She wiped it on her shirt and Sam came behind her, scooping her up and throwing her on the couch between the two of you. He tickled her while you nuzzled your face in her neck and blew raspberries on it while she continued laughing. 

Rosie jumped up on the couch and into Sam’s lap, licking his face. 

He moved his face around and rubbed Rosie all over, laughing. 

“Looks like someone’s jealous,” you teased, placing your daughter in your lap and rubbing her stomach to calm her down a bit. 

“Rose, don’t be jealous,” Sam said in between laughs, “I got enough love for all my girls,”

“You two have fun, I’m gonna take this one upstairs for a nap,” you said, as you picked up your giggly daughter and stood up in front of Sam, who was dodging Rosie’s tongue left and right. 

You held her out to him and he pushed his lips out for her to give him a kiss before you took her upstairs.

After some time, your daughter settled down for a nap in her bed and you returned downstairs to see Sam laying on the couch with a calmed down Rosie laying on top of him. 

You walked over to them and gave Rosie a kiss on the top of her head before pulling her off Sam and placing her on the floor below. She trotted away towards the kitchen and you turned your eyes back to Sam, who was looking up at you with love in his eyes. You climbed on top of him, your legs straddling his waist. You ran your hands up his chest and his hands ran up your thighs.

You leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. The hairs above his lips tickled your face. His lips wrapped around yours and he used them to pull you closer to him. His hands found your waist and gently pulled you lower so that you were fully sitting on his hips. 

Slowly, you broke away from his lips and started planting soft kisses from the side of his mouth, to his cheek, to his ear. Your lips felt the smoothness of his skin combined with the rough hairs poking through. You kissed the spot right below his ear and up to his earlobe. That was the spot that made him go wild every time.

“Now, I want some time with Daddy,” you whispered into his ear.

“Mmm, how long do you think we have before she wakes up?” he said in a deep voice, just above a whisper, tilting his neck to the side to allow you easier access.

“Probably like an hour and a half,” you spoke into his neck as the vibrations from your voice caused goosebumps to rise on the surface of his skin and something else to rise underneath where you were sitting. 

His hands snuck down from your waist, to your ass, and down the back of your thighs again. Sam’s hands were big and rough to the touch but his movements were always soft and gentle.

He sat himself up on the couch with you still in his lap. He turned so he was sitting with his feet on the floor and he gave your ass a smack, motioning for you to get up. 

“Come on, let's go upstairs and Daddy can show you some more tricks,” he said.

So much for being soft and gentle. 

FOUR

It was the day of your daughter’s fourth birthday party and to say she was excited was an understatement. To her,  turning four meant getting a “big girl bed.” She had been waiting for this day for a long time. It was all she had been talking about for weeks. The box of the pieces had been sitting in her room for a while now. Danny agreed to come over the morning of the party to help Sam put together her new bed and help you set up for the party. He pulled into the driveway and before he even closed his car door behind him, your daughter was out the front door and running towards him. 

“Uncle Danny!” she shouted, running down the driveway and into Danny’s arms.

Rosie trotted down the driveway after her and you and Sam followed behind. Danny shut the door and walked around to the front of the car to greet her.

“Rugrat!” Danny yelled back. He picked her up and threw her in the air. She giggled as Danny continued throwing her up and catching her. He started tickling her all over and she giggled. He dug his knuckles into her head lightly and gave her a light noogie. That was her and Danny’s thing. She would play fight him anytime she saw him. They wrestled on couches and on his living room floor. He would pretend to fight back until he claimed to be too tired and worn out, declaring her the winner. Then she would brag about how she’s stronger than him for the next few days and show off her muscles to anyone and everyone. 

As he held her in the air, she started kicking her legs to get down from him- but Danny kept going. 

“You’re four now, I’m not going easy on you,” he teased. He was still being playful and gentle. 

“No!” she laughed and fought back. Danny was right, he was going harder on her than normal now that she was a “big girl.” But he was still playing and it was all just fun and games.

She grunted and wiggled her body to get out of his grasp. Danny wasn’t doing anything bad. He was doing what they always did. But Rosie didn’t seem to think so.

Rosie started growling at Danny but he didn’t notice. 

“Daniel,” Sam said slowly. “Daniel, put her down,” 

Rosie let out a loud bark which got Danny’s attention. He stopped and looked at her with your daughter still in his arms.

“Hey, Rose,” he said casually. 

Rosie was standing tall. Her ears were sticking up on her head. Her tail was standing upright. She was flashing her teeth. You had never seen her like this before. 

“Danny,” you warned.

“Daniel,” Sam warned at the same time.

The next thing you knew, Rosie was going for Danny. 

Danny put your daughter back down as Rosie jumped on him repeatedly. He held her back by her collar and tilted his head back as she barked and gnawed at him. Danny’s arm muscles were bursting out of his shirt, trying to hold her back from his face. Danny was strong but he was no match for Rosie. You could see the fear in his eyes as Rosie continued at him. 

Overall, Rosie was a gentle dog. She was a good dog. But, she was loyal. She would do anything for your family, including taking out Sam’s best friend who she’s known and trusted her entire life in defense of your daughter. After all, she was a pitbull. She had some fight in her. 

Sam grabbed Rosie’s collar and pulled him off Danny. He held onto her as she pulled against him. Sam’s skinny legs fought to stay put on the concrete driveway.

“Shit Rosie, what the hell was that for?” Danny said with wide eyes, catching his breath.

Rosie pulled Sam over to your daughter and she stood in between her and Danny. Sam stood next to her and continued holding onto her collar, preventing her from moving. She had the same stance as before. 

Danny raised his hands as a sign of surrender. 

“Rose, girl, I was just playing,” Danny explained as if Rosie could understand him. 

She continued to stare him down for a second. 

Your daughter leaned into Rosie’s neck, petted her back gently, and gave her a kiss at the top of her head, just as Sam had taught her years ago. You watched Rosie’s tail and ears lower and her body relaxed as your daughter calmed her and showed her there was nothing to worry about. 

“Rosie, it’s just Uncle Danny. It’s okay, he’s just bein’ silly,” she said, walking over towards Danny and peeking back at Rosie to make sure she was still calm. She stood next to Danny and took his hand as she walked him closer to Rosie. 

Sam loosed his grip on her collar a little as your daughter and Danny slowly walked over to Rosie. Danny’s steps were hesitant and he held his palm out for Rosie. She sniffed it and started licking it, indicating that she was okay with Danny. 

Danny and Sam exchanged looks and you watched Sam mouth “What the fuck?” to him as Danny shook his head. He looked down at your daughter and then back at Sam, still wide eyed.

Sam let go of Rosie’s collar and Danny knelt down in front of her. He grabbed her behind the ears and rubbed her head.

“I’m sorry girl, I was just playing,” he said. 

Her tail started wagging as she licked Danny’s hand. He stood up and patted her head one last time before walking over to you and giving you a greeting hug. 

“She almost killed you,” you whispered into his ear as you hugged him.

“My life flashed before my eyes, no joke,” he laughed. 

“You want a beer? I know it’s 10 in the morning, but, I mean,” you laughed.

“A beer? Y/N, after that I need a shot!” he joked.

The five of you turned to walk back towards the house, with Rosie and your daughter leading the way. 

Danny and Sam went upstairs to build her full sized bed. You met them upstairs with a beer for each of them and stood behind your daughter in her doorway, watching the scene for a bit.

Her and Rosie sat in the doorway with snacks and watched them. Your daughter was eating pretzels out of a cup. She’d pop one in her mouth and then reach next to her for the bag of peanut butter bites and hold one out for Rosie. It was almost as if Rosie was still protecting her from Danny. She didn’t need protection from him. But, Rosie was going to give it anyway.

“Shit, we put that piece on backwards,” Sam said, looking down at the instruction booklet and then pointing to a piece of wood a few feet away.

“Daddy, don’t say shit,” she giggled.

“Oop,” he said with his eyes wide, “Don’t tell Mommy I said that,” he whispered, giving her a little wink. 

“I’m right here, Sam,” you laughed.

His head shot up and flashed you that goofy, angelic Sam smile, acting like he was completely innocent. That smile made you melt every time and he knew it. You smiled, rolled your eyes, and stepped over your daughter and Rosie, entering the room. You handed him and Danny each a beer and looked around at the mess of wood and screws on the floor. 

“You guys gonna finish this today or does she have to wait until she’s five?” you joked. 

“It’ll get done,” Sam paused, “Eventually,” he laughed, taking a sip of the beer and reaching for the piece of the bed he messed up on.

“Can I try that, Daddy?” you heard a little voice interrupt. You turned around and looked down to see your daughter pointing to the beer in Sam’s hand.

Sam looked up at you and raised his eyebrows, silently asking for your approval. You knew he didn’t mind. His thought was that kids should be exposed to adult things as they grow up so they don’t go crazy when they’re older. He had a point. His parents exposed him to things like that. Sure, he had a couple hiccups and a small run-in with the law but he turned out fine in the long run.

“A sip,” you said firmly.

Sam waved her over and she got up with Rosie following behind her. The two of them stood in between Sam and Danny. Sam held the bottle of beer to her lips and tilted it up slowly. The tiniest sip entered her mouth and Sam pulled the bottle back. She licked her lips and smiled.

“What do you think?” he asked, tilting his head to get a good look at her face.

A huge smile lit up her face. That answered Sam’s question instantly.

You, Sam, and Danny all exchanged looks and laughed at her reaction.

“Well, if her eyes didn’t already give it away, this sure does. She is one hundred percent your child.” you laughed and turned to leave the room.

“Beer and pretzels,” Danny laughed, digging his hand into her snack cup, “Smart kid.”

After some time, the bed frame was complete and Sam and Danny made sure it was sturdy and safe. They threw the mattress on top and jumped on it to make sure it wasn’t going to collapse. You walked back into the room with sheets and blankets to see them on top of each other, wrestling and laughing. They looked like two little kids. Sure they were both married and had kids, but deep down they were still kids themselves.

“You guys better stop before Danny almost gets killed again,” you warned playfully. 

Your words got their attention and snapped them back into reality. They continued laughing as they got up off each other and off the bed. You put the sheets and blankets on and your daughter ran over to it and jumped on it instantly. 

Danny gathered all the garbage and the boxes off the floor and took them out to the garbage. 

You and Sam stood at the foot of it and she held each of your hands as she jumped. Her standing on the bed made her just the same height as you, and just a little shorter than Sam. She was having the time of her life. She threw herself down and wiggled around a little. She rolled back and forth from side to side. You could tell she loved how big her new bed was. 

The rest of your day was all about her and her party. She put on her favorite outfit, put a matching collar on Rosie, and had the best day of her life.

When the party was over, you and Sam tucked her into her big girl bed, said goodnight, wished her a happy birthday, and turned to leave when Rosie trotted into the room. She jumped into your daughter's bed and made herself comfortable. Your daughter instantly wrapped her arms around her and used her as a pillow. The biggest smile spread across her face as she rested her head on Rosie. You knew that smile. It was the same smile you saw on Sam the night you slept over at Sam’s for the first time. She was in heaven.

That night, Rosie slept in your daughter’s bed for the first time. It was perfect now that there was space for her. She had always slept with you and Sam, until that night. She never came back to you and Sam at night after that. From that day on, Rosie was your daughter’s protector. She may have been an only child, but she still had a big sister. The bond the two of them had was unbreakable and it was unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. Seeing the love the two of them had for each other made your heart swell up completely. You loved your two little girls with all your heart. And you made sure to save just a little bit of love in your heart for Sam too.

SIX

As she got older, Sam started teaching your daughter how to care for Rosie. He taught her how to feed her, how to bathe her, how to walk her, and how to clean up after her. She loved taking care of Rosie. It was never a chore for her. She never had to be asked to help, she always just did it. 

Her favorite thing to do was brush Rosie’s fur. You bought her a little brush for her to do it with. She would sit with Rosie on her lap and watch TV as she gently ran the comb down her back. It seemed to be Rosie’s favorite thing too. It definitely relaxed her considering she would fall asleep every time it happened. Not to mention, you loved it because it meant less stray hair you had to vacuum up. 

You walked into your daughter’s bedroom at night to help Sam put her to bed. It was almost midnight. Greta Van Fleet played a pop up show in Nashville and you had all just gotten home from it. Even Rosie tagged along. It was just like old times for her and she still fit right into Sam’s rockstar world.

It was your daughter's first Greta show ever and Sam absolutely loved having her there. You left Rosie backstage with the guys’ manager and the two of you sat next to his side of the stage. It was tricky explaining what Sam did as a job at first and why there were thousands of people waiting to see him and her uncles. His fans were good about not stopping him when he was with her in public so she didn’t really understand that he was famous. She didn’t know what it meant to be famous to begin with. She knew he played music but that was it. However, once the show started, she quickly understood what it all meant.

Sam came over to you two often as he played. He blew kisses to you both and threw a rose to her. 

When it was over, he walked off the stage and over to where you were. The fans screamed as he gave you a quick peck and pulled her out of your arms and over the railing, carrying her backstage with him. You joined them and Rosie backstage to finish the night. You spent a little bit of time drinking and hanging out with everyone. All the kids went off with Rosie and security and played with her in the empty arena as the venue got cleaned up and packed up. Once it started getting too late and your sleepy daughter returned to you and laid her head in your lap, you knew it was time to call it a night.

Upon returning home, you fed Rosie, showered, and went to tuck your daughter into bed. You entered the room to see Sam sitting on her bed, brushing her wet hair as she sat on a pillow on the floor underneath him. She was fresh out of the shower, in pajamas, and ready for bed. He was also in pajamas with his hair dripping wet and his eyes blinking slowly. You were all ready for bed.

You spotted Rosie laying in your daughter’s lap with her eyes shut. Your daughter had the brush in one hand and the rose Sam threw her in the other hand. She was brushing the fur on her back gently and slowly as Rosie fell asleep. You watched your daughter’s brush strokes gradually slow down as her hand got tired and her eyes started closing. 

Her head would start drooping down as she sat there but as soon as Sam would brush out a knot, the pulling of her hair would snap her awake again.

Sam sprayed detangler in her hair and she winced as he tackled the knots. She let out little whines as he started pulling down on it with the brush. She was in pain and it was clear that the only thing she wanted to do was sleep. 

“I know, Baby, I know, I’m sorry,” he said softly, “I get knots in my hair too. Especially after shows like tonight. Mommy’s gonna brush mine out for me,” he said, looking up at you and giving you a lazy smile.

You took the rose from her and put it in a cup of water next to her bed as you sat down next to Sam. You rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. You wrapped your hand around his neck and scratched the hair at the base of his head. A soft smile spread across his face. You took in his freshly washed scent and gave his cheek soft little kisses.

Sam continued working on her hair for a few more minutes. Once the knots were out, he put in a loose braid and secured it with a hair tie of his that was on his finger. 

“There, all done, Angel,” Sam said. 

Sam pulled your sleepy daughter up off the floor and turned her to face him. She gave you both lazy hugs and kisses and she crawled into bed next to where the two of you were sitting. A very sleepy Rosie followed behind her and cuddled herself into bed alongside your daughter. Sam gave Rosie a few pats on her back and a kiss on the head.

You got up and started heading for the door, thinking Sam was right behind you. You turned around to see him lying in your daughter’s bed, all smooshed up next to her and Rosie.

Sam loved tucking your daughter into bed. He would lay there and hum to her and Rosie until they fell asleep. And sometimes, Sam would fall asleep himself and you’d have to wake him up and drag him to bed with you. Tonight was one of those nights. He was absolutely exhausted after the past few days he had. It was weeks of preparation just for this one show. His eyes were puffy and the dark circles underneath them could be seen from miles away.

You walked over to him and ran your hands over his cheeks and down to his beard. You rubbed the hair on his chin with your thumb and his eyes opened slowly.

“Sammy, Baby, come on,” you whispered. You grabbed his hand and pulled him gently out of the bed he was in. He groaned as his feet hit the floor and he stood upright. He continued to hold your hand as he rested his chin on your shoulder. With his eyes still more than halfway closed, he leaned on you and followed you out of the room as you flicked off the light and shut the door quietly.

You led him into your room and grabbed some hair oil from the bathroom before settling into bed for the night.

You laid down in bed with your back pressed against the headboard. You opened your legs for Sam to lay in between them. He lazily pulled his shirt off and laid down with his head resting on your stomach. You pumped some of the oil into your palms and ran it through Sam’s damp hair. Sam tilted his head back onto your lap and you ran your fingers through his hair to detangle it gently with your fingers. You took a peek at some of the faded brown hair coming from his scalp. Ones that would have previously grown out brown, but had now faded to an ashy gray color. 

You ran your hands down onto his face, letting his beard absorb any excess oil. The hair on his face had grown in more, now covering more of his cheeks and jaw. 

You continued moving your hands down to his chest, rubbing it up and down. You felt the muscles in his chest relax as he breathed deeply and slowly.

“You were so good tonight, Baby,” you whispered, slowly moving your hands back up to massage his scalp. 

He let out a few hums, letting you know he liked what you were doing.

“Mmm, thank you. Thank you for bringing the girls tonight,” he mumbled.

“We wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” you said, kissing the top of his head as a tiny smile appeared on his face.

You watched his eyes slowly start to close as you continued massaging his scalp. You felt his entire body completely relax and melt into yours. After a few minutes, his legs twitched and he turned on his side, wrapping his arms around your back and using your stomach as a pillow. You ran your fingers lightly up and down his back as he drifted off into a much needed sleep. You were in heaven. If you had it your way, you’d stay in this moment with him forever. Even though you loved that crazy rockstar life the two of you lived years ago and had a little taste of tonight, this was better. You wouldn’t trade this for the world. 

You looked down at him and smiled before drifting off to sleep yourself.

EIGHT

“Oh, come on! What are you scared of?” Jake’s son yelled to your daughter as she sat on the front steps of your house with her chin in her hand and Rosie’s head in her lap. He swirled around the empty driveway on his skateboard.

You and Jita sat on the front porch, cocktails in hand, waiting for Jake and Sam to come back from the store with more alcohol and food. It was the end of summer and you and Sam wanted to have a little cookout just for fun. You two were in your own conversation but you simultaneously listened in to the kids’ conversation as it played out.

“She’s too fast, I’ll fall!” your daughter yelled back. 

Jake’s son was his son and your daughter was Sam’s daughter. Period. He was wild, reckless, and carefree. Getting hurt was an afterthought. She, on the other hand, was a little more thoughtful and cautious. Don’t be fooled- she had Sam’s adventurous side too, but she inherited his smartness, which overshadowed that (at least for now). Not to mention, your nephew was twelve and your daughter was eight. It was only a four year difference, but in the kid world, that was big.

He rode over to her and skidded to a stop in front of her. He held out her jump rope and his skateboard to her. 

“It’s gonna be fine,” he assured her. “It’s okay to have fun, you know,” he said, making fun of her a little.

“I do have fun,” she replied sourly.

“Prove it,” he shot back. Yeah, he was Jake.

He had been letting Rosie pull him up and down the street on his skateboard for the better part of an hour while Jake and Sam were out. Every time he jumped off the board, she would come running back to him and they’d return to the top of the street and do it all again. 

She stood up, tied the jump rope around Rosie’s collar, and walked her down the driveway and out onto the street with her cousin following behind her. That was another thing about her that was similar to Sam. Sam was the youngest of his family, so he always had to prove himself. And she was the youngest of all her cousins, so she was in the same boat he was as a kid.

He helped her get on his skateboard and put the jump rope in her hands. He put his black helmet on her head and buckled it for her. You saw Jake in him as he buckled it for her. Very kind and sweet. A gentleman.

“If it gets too fast, just bail. She’ll stop running when she feels you let go,” he explained.

He stepped back and stood on the sidewalk. Rosie started walking and the two of them smiled at each other as Rosie slowly started pulling your daughter down the street on the skateboard. A bigger smile lit up her face as Rosie got faster and the wind blew through her hair. After a little, it got too fast for her and she let go of the jump rope and hopped off the skateboard as it came to a stop.

She expected Rosie to stop, but Rosie didn’t stop. She continued running down the street with the jump rope trailing behind her. 

Your daughter chased after her and called back to her cousin for help.

“Shit,” he said. He started running down the street after Rosie. His long, black hair flapped in the wind as he ran. He was fast and he passed your daughter, getting closer and closer to Rosie as he continued down the street. Your daughter stopped running when her little legs and lungs couldn’t keep up anymore, but he continued running. 

You and Jita stood up and continued watching from the porch. There was nothing you could do but hold your breath and hope Rosie would stop or your nephew would catch her.

“Soccer paid off I guess,” you said.

She nodded, biting her nails. 

Your daughter had moved onto the sidewalk but her son was the one running down the middle of the street at full speed, chasing a dog that wasn’t even his.

“Car!” you heard her little voice yell from the sidewalk. He looked back at her and then back at Rosie who was headed straight for the car. You caught a glimpse of panic on his face. He knew Sam would kill him if anything happened to Rosie. But, Jake would kill Sam if anything happened to his son because he was trying to save a dog that once again, wasn’t even his.

You saw a black car in the distance coming down the street. The car came to a quick stop in the middle of the street and the doors flung open. The sudden halt of the car spooked Rosie and she stopped in her tracks, thankfully.

You let out a sigh of relief when you saw Sam and Jake get out of the car. 

Rosie ran over to Sam and jumped on him excitedly. It was as if he was saving her life and she couldn’t have been happier to see him. He held onto the jump rope to keep her close and calm her down a bit. 

Jake’s son caught up to them and rested his hands on his knees, breathing hard after sprinting down the street. Jake walked over to him and smacked the back of his head.

“Seriously? How stupid are you?” Jake asked rhetorically. 

“Dad, I, I thought she would stop running!” he explained, dodging another smack.

Sam handed the jump rope to him and told him to take Rosie back to the house. He looked at Jake and opened up his arms like What the fuck is wrong with your kid?

Sam got back in the car, drove slowly down the remainder of the street, and pulled into the driveway. As he got out of the car, the kids and Rosie were walking back up the driveway together with Jake supervising. 

Sam was furious but he was holding it in. 

You walked over to help Sam unload the trunk and he was silent. You gave him a kiss but he didn’t return it to you. His jaw was tense and his eyes were fixated on the beer in the trunk.

Sam never usually got mad. The only things that would really set him off were when he and Josh would disagree on ideas, or when he was stuck at work late at night. But on the rare chance he would get mad, he shut himself down and shut everyone else out. 

The kids got back to the house and Rosie walked up the front steps and laid down under the table on the porch. Jake handed his son a case of beer and gestured for him to take it through the garage and into the house.

“Uncle Sammy, it’s my fault, I thought Rosie would stop running. I guess she was too small and Rosie didn’t feel it,” he explained.

“It’s okay,” Sam said, pulling out another case of beer from the trunk, “You just have to think sometimes, kid. There’s a brain in there somewhere, right?” he said, placing his hand on his nephew's head and pushing him playfully. 

He was being nice. It wasn’t okay. 

Once the kids and the guys finished taking the drinks and food inside, Jake came back outside with the kids and you told him the whole story. Sam was nowhere to be found. 

After a few minutes, you smelled the faint smell of cigarette smoke and followed it to the backyard. You opened the gate and walked into the backyard to see Sam, standing on the back patio with a cigarette in hand and staring off into the distance as he blew smoke out of his mouth. 

“I thought you quit,” you said quietly as you walked over and stood next to him.

“I keep a pack in the garage,” he admitted shamefully, looking down and not making eye contact with you. He could tell you were disappointed in him. He was disappointed in himself. You couldn’t remember the last time you saw him smoke a cigarette.

You looked over at him and sighed as he lifted the cigarette back to his lips. He closed his eyes and took a long drag of it. He blew the smoke out away from you and sighed.

“I know this sounds stupid but,” he paused, “If anything happens to that dog, I, I don’t know what I’ll do,” he said, shaking his head. 

“It’s not stupid,” you said quietly, taking the cigarette from his hands. 

You looked at him sympathetically. He wasn’t upset about the situation with the skateboard. He was upset because the thought of losing Rosie just crossed his mind for the first time ever. And not just losing her in the street, because she was safe now and Sam knew that. This had more to do with the fact that his mind was now open to the idea of losing her slowly. The truth was, she was getting older and he may only have a few years left with her. This was something he never had to think about before, and now it was all he could think about. 

He reached to get the cigarette back from you but you wrapped your hands around his back and kept hold of the cigarette between your fingers and out of his sight. 

He dropped his shoulders in defeat and rested his forehead on your shoulder. 

You traced your fingers down his back with your free hand to calm him.  

“Baby, she’s getting older. She’s not gonna be around forever,”

“I know,” he whispered, “I don’t want to talk about it,” he said. 

You kissed the side of his head and kept your lips close to his temple. 

“You know I’m here if you ever want to, right?” you assured him. 

“Yeah, thank you,” he whispered, lifting his face and looking you in the eye. 

You smiled softly at him and ran your hand down his cheek. He pushed his lips out to you and you gave him a gentle kiss. You broke away from him and grabbed onto his chin, pulling down his bottom lip with your thumb as you pulled the cigarette from behind you and into his sight again.

“Your breath is terrible from this thing by the way,” you laughed as you threw the cigarette on the patio behind him, and turned to step on it and put it out.

He smiled and whispered, “Sorry,” 

“It’s okay. Now come on,” you said as you gave his butt a little smack, “I want you to make me one of your strong Sammy margaritas.”

He led you up the back steps and into the kitchen where the entire counter top was filled with bottles of alcohol. 

Josh, Danny, their wives, and kids arrived at the house shortly after. As the day turned into night, Rosie stayed by Sam’s side. She knew he was on edge and having her near him calmed him down a lot. She sat at his feet under the patio table and rested her head on his knee, just to let him know she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. All night, he stroked her head and fed her pieces of steak until she fell asleep at his feet.

Once everyone went home and everything was cleaned up, you and Sam put your daughter to bed and had a little talk with her. You sat on the edge of the bed and he laid down next to her and sat up on his elbow.

“You’re lucky it was me in that car, you know that, right?” he asked.

She nodded.

“What if your cousin couldn’t catch her, huh? What if she ran away? What if she got run over?” 

“Sam-” you interjected. You knew he was upset at what happened earlier today and he wanted to make sure your daughter learned her lesson. But you didn’t want him to take this too far. After all, she was only eight. 

He closed his eyes and shook his head, realizing he was being a little too harsh. 

“Sorry, I know that was a lot, Baby. I just got scared, that's all. I want to make sure you keep Rosie safe the same way she keeps you safe. Okay? Especially now that she’s a little older,”

Tears filled your daughters eyes and you saw her fighting back a little pout. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said as the tears overflowed her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She wiped them with her comforter. 

Sam rubbed her face gently and calmed her down. He reassured her that he wasn’t mad at her and that everything was okay. He told her that her getting older just meant she had to care for Rosie in a different way than she did before, and she seemed to understand that. 

He gave her one last kiss on the cheek for the night, stood up, and looked down at Rosie, who was patiently waiting on the floor. She stood up by your daughter’s bed and Sam waited for her to jump on.

She tried but she couldn’t get up. You knew why. Sam knew why. 

He reached down, grabbed her, placed her in bed next to your daughter, and gave her a kiss on the top of the head.

He looked at her for a second. You saw the way he looked at her. It was different than any other time. It was almost as if he was realizing this could be the beginning of the end.

He turned to you and led you out of the room, shutting off the light, and closing the door behind him.

TEN

Sam was leaving again. This time for two months. You were used to him leaving. You understood that was part of being with him. Before your daughter came along, you’d be right there beside him, cheering for him every night. But things changed. Family happened.

The band took a little hiatus after all the guys started getting married and having kids. But as the kids got older, things started picking back up for the band again. They put out a new album and did a little US tour for it. But now it was time for them to set out to tour it and promote it worldwide. 

Your daughter understood that her dad’s job meant he had to leave sometimes. Usually, he’d leave for a few days or for a week at a time for work. But it was always in the states so the time differences weren’t ever too crazy. You could still talk on the phone and Facetime throughout the day. But this was the longest time he’d be away, and the farthest. The band was going to Australia, Europe, and ending the run in South America. 

Anytime Sam would leave, he’d do it in the middle of the night. He would kiss your daughter and Rosie goodbye at around nine before bed. Once your daughter was asleep, he’d finish packing and leave at around midnight. It was better this way. She didn’t have to see him walk out the door. It would break both of their hearts too much. 

But this time was different, not just because of length and distance. This time, Sam was taking Rosie with him. She was getting older and he wanted to bring her on tour one last time before she got too old to go. You could see it in her. The fur around her eyes started graying, she got lazy, stopped running, and she started to gain weight. Sam knew this would be the final time he could take her with him on the road. She was a road dog back in her prime and Sam wanted her to relive her glory days for one final run.

A few minutes ago, he grabbed Rosie from your daughter's bed to sneak her out. It was going to be your job to explain it in the morning when she realized Rosie was gone. Yeah, she would be upset, but it would be easier this way. This way, you didn’t have to hear her beg him to let Rosie stay and he wouldn’t have to explain to her that Rosie was getting old, which he didn’t want to do. You both saw it in Rosie, but your daughter didn’t quite understand that yet. It also didn’t help that Rosie aging was always in the back of Sam’s mind.

Rosie was sitting by Sam’s suitcases by the front door, ready to go. It was almost as if she knew she was going. She sensed it. 

Sam’s Uber was already ordered and you were helping him pack his backpack with last minute things when you heard little footsteps coming down the stairs.

You turned to see your daughter in the kitchen doorway with tears in her eyes.

“Are you leaving, Daddy?” she asked, wiping the tears off her cheek and sniffling.

Sam froze and closed his eyes for a second. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. You could tell he was fighting back tears. The truth was, he didn’t want to leave; which was another reason why he was taking Rosie with him. He wanted a piece of home with him.

He turned around, walked over to her, and crouched down to get on her level. He held her hands and rubbed them with his thumbs. He spoke quietly and calmly to her. 

“It’s just for a little bit, you know that. I’ll be home soon. And you’re gonna come to see me in a couple weeks, right?”

You looked at your daughter and nodded, reassuring her. She knew you planned to see him in Italy and spend a few days there while he had some time off.

Sam continued, “And when you do, I’ll take you to get real Italian pizza. Sound good?” he asked.

She smiled a little and nodded. Sam wiped her tears and kissed her cheek. 

“But you’re taking Rosie, aren’t you?” she asked with her voice cracking and tears filling her eyes once again.

She was like Sam. She was smart. She could sense something was different about this trip that the two of you weren’t telling her.

Sam let out a sigh, “Baby, Rosie’s getting old. She won’t be able to travel for much longer. I’m just gonna take her with me one last time, okay?” 

She started tearing up again at his words, realizing she would be without not only him, but Rosie too. She has been without him before, but never without Rosie.

He took off the jacket he was wearing, leaving him in a white T-shirt and black jeans. It was one of his favorites. It was blue with brown trim and it had little white patterns all over it. Like all of Sam’s clothes, he’s had it forever and had zero intention of ever getting rid of it. 

“I’ll tell you what,” he began. 

He put the jacket over her head and when her head popped back up out of the neck hole there was a huge smile on her face. She put her arms in and hugged herself, wrapping herself up in the soft, worn out fabric. She was drowning in it. She brought the sleeve up to her face and took a deep breath, taking in the scent of her dad on it. You couldn’t see her smile but you could see it in her eyes that she was smiling. 

Sam continued, “You keep this and you keep Rosie. You keep her with you, and bring her when you come to see me, okay?” 

Tears filled your eyes as you watched the two of them. You couldn’t tell if this was warming your heart or breaking it. You knew Sam would give up a lot for your daughter. He already has given up a lot for her. He gave up his partying, his youth, and his carefree life. You knew he wanted this trip with Rosie more than anything to relive all that, and still, he was giving it up for her. 

The silly and adventurous Sam you met when you were in your twenties had turned into a responsible and selfless man and father right before your eyes. 

His phone buzzed and he pulled it out of his pocket so see an Uber notification that the car had arrived.

“Be good for Mom and take care of Rosie, okay? Love you,” he said as he gave her one last kiss on the cheek and stood up to you. You saw her mouth the words Love you too. 

You handed him his white corduroy jacket that he left sitting on the couch and he threw it on over his T-shirt. 

You looked at him with tears in your eyes, trying to hide your emotions from your daughter who was watching the entire thing.

“Come here, shhh,” he whispered. He held you close and rocked you back and forth for a minute. Tears ran down your cheeks and landed on the shoulder of his jacket. You pulled away and wiped your face and eyes dry. Sam still held the small of your back and tucked your hair behind your ear. 

“I love you,” he said. His voice was velvety soft and calming. Just hearing that relaxed you and gave you all the comfort you needed. 

“Love you too. Be safe,” you said softly, giving him a gentle kiss. He wrapped his arms around you and held onto you just a little bit longer than usual before giving you one last kiss on the lips, pulling himself away,  and walking towards the door.

On his way out, he bent down to give Rosie a kiss and grabbed his bags. 

You, your daughter, and Rosie all stood at the door and watched Sam get in the car with the darkness of the night surrounding him. You held her close to you and Rosie sat at her feet as you waved him goodbye. You rubbed your hand on her back as she pressed her body into yours, feeling the softness of Sam’s jacket on her. As the car drove off he blew three kisses out the window, one for each of you. 

Once the car was gone you led Rosie and your daughter back upstairs and into bed. Your daughter kept Sam’s sweater on and clutched Rosie tight in bed. After that day, that sweater wasn’t Sam’s anymore, it was your daughter’s. That was one more thing he gave up for her. 

Once you made sure she was okay and asleep, you went to your room and fell asleep with the scent of Sam on the sheets surrounding you.

TWELVE

It was a gloomy day and you and Sam were laying on opposite sides of the couch. He had been fighting a cold for the past week and it was finally coming to an end. You kept your distance from each other for a while but the lack of physical contact was killing him. He had been pretty miserable for the past week but he was slowly getting back to his normal self. All he wanted to do was relax when the sound of the front door slamming made him jump.

You sat up to see your daughter and Rosie, soaking wet in the doorway. She had taken Rosie out for a walk, hoping to get her outside for a bit before the rain came. But she was too late. 

“Woah, what happened?” Sam asked in a bit of a nasally voice as he got up from the couch and walked over to the entryway to help her. 

“We were coming home from the park and it started pouring!” she explained, “And with Rosie being a little slowpoke now...” she joked. 

Rosie skidded and slipped across the tile floor. Once she got her balance, she shook out her fur, getting water everywhere. Droplets hit the walls, scattered all over the floor, and fell on your daughter, and Sam. 

You grabbed a towel from the hall closet and handed it to Sam. He knelt down and wrapped Rosie up in it like a burrito as the smell of wet dog filled the room. 

“Sam, I know you can’t really smell her right now but she stinks. She needs a bath,” you said sympathetically.

Sam rubbed Rosie all over to dry her a bit and sighed. This was the last thing he wanted to do. 

“I can help you, Dad!” your daughter said eagerly as she pulled her wet hoodie off, leaving her in a dry t-shirt. 

“Yeah, come on,” he groaned as he lifted Rosie up into his arms and headed for the stairs. 

She followed behind him and you stayed downstairs to clean up the entryway. Once it was clean and dry, you joined the rest of your family in the guest bathroom upstairs. 

Normally, Sam would give Rosie baths in the backyard with the hose. There was practically no clean up and she could dry off fully in the sun afterwards. But this time was different. It was the middle of fall and it was raining. There was no chance of going outside. Over the years, Sam and your daughter had mastered giving Rosie baths during the winter. They would work together to clean her up in the tub and shower her off in no time.

When you entered the bathroom, Sam and your daughter had gotten Rosie into the tub and Sam had the shower head in his hand, running a gentle stream of warm water over her body. The front of his shirt was already soaked from a combination of rain and shower water.

You sat on the counter top and watched them. You handed your daughter supplies and got towels ready for when they were done. Rosie didn’t particularly like baths so your daughter was holding her steady to calm her while Sam did the work. He handed her the shower head to hold onto and she held it down while he poured dog shampoo into his hands and onto Rosie.

He rubbed it all over her body and before you knew it, she was covered in bubbles. Sam scrubbed her all over, from her head to her toes, making sure she was fully cleaned. The whole time he did it, he spoke to her gently reassuring her with, “You’re doing so good, girl,” and “See, not so bad right?” 

As Sam reached his hand out to hold the shower head again, a very soapy Rosie decided it would be a good time to shake herself off. 

Bubbles and water flew everywhere. Small bubbles floated freely through the air and the two of them winced as chunks of bubbles landed in their hair and on their faces. 

Sam let out an “Ah,” and your daughter screeched as the bubbles hit them. 

The two of them looked at Rosie and looked at each other and started laughing hysterically. It was your favorite laugh that Sam had. It was a little giggle with a few snorts here and there. Those giggles combined with his stuffy nose made his laugh even funnier and the three of you got lost in that moment together. 

“Rose, what was that for? Huh?” he said in between laughs, wiping his face with his shirt. 

Your heart melted just a little bit there. Sam needed that moment with Rosie. He needed a little bit of fun and carelessness. He needed to feel something again. If there was one thing you could count on, it was Rosie bringing that out in him. 

The two of them finished Rosie up and you handed them towels to dry her off with. Sam dried her off a bit, pulled her out of the tub, and onto the bathmat under him. He rubbed her all over with the towel to fully dry her and gave her a few pats to send her off. 

“Alright, get her out of here,” Sam said as he used the towels to collect any extra water off the floor.

Your daughter scooped Rosie’s big body up and held her close, burying her face in her fresh fur and taking a deep breath. She gave her kisses all over as she left the room. Sam stood up and put Rosie’s bath supplies into the basket they came from. 

“Now I need a bath,” he joked as he looked down at his shirt that was filled with water and wet dog hair.

“You want one?” you asked, looking over at him. 

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, “Might make you feel better,” 

Sam looked to the floor and thought for a second.

“That does sound kind of nice,” he admitted. 

“What if,” you began turning to him and running your hand along the side of his face, resting it on his neck, “You finish cleaning up here and meet me in our bathroom in a few minutes. I’ll set it up real nice for you, okay?”

“Kay,” he whispered, fighting back a smile. 

You left the guest bathroom and started down the hallway for your room. You looked over the railing and down into the living room to see your daughter and Rosie laying on the couch together, watching a movie. The whole house was dark due to the lack of sunlight coming through the windows. You could hear the rain falling outside. Everything and everyone was completely at peace. Except one person. The one person who needed it the most. And you were going to take care of that right now. 

You entered the bathroom and turned on the faucet, letting hot water fill up the tub. You placed fresh folded towels on the counter and washcloths on the edge of the tub. You pulled some Epsom salts out from the bottom vanity cabinet and sprinkled a few scoopfuls into the water, instantly releasing the smell of Eucalyptus into the room. You poured just a  little bit of your body wash into the water to get it bubbly. 

Sam walked in, locked the door behind him, and dimmed the lights. 

You turned to Sam as he pulled his shirt up over his head and threw it on the floor by the door. You took a minute to appreciate him. His hair rested just below his shoulders. The way it grew out was identical to the way it was years ago. But his body was different. It filled out as he got older. His shoulders grew wider and his arms grew bigger. The hair below his belly button got thicker and darker. He had just a little bit on his chest too.  And his stomach muscles sculpted his torso and led your eyes down to the waistband of his sweatpants.

You ran your hand over his head gently a few times and looked him deep in the eyes. They were tired and you could still see a little sadness lingering in them.

“Will you come in with me? I just wanna hold you,” He asked quietly.

You nodded and smiled softly at him. You saw his eyes lighten up just a bit from that.

You kissed him gently on the cheek and broke away from him so he could continue to undress himself. You got yourself undressed as well and watched him as you put your hair up. 

Sam stepped over the edge of the tub and let out a sigh of relief as he sunk his tired body into the hot water. He closed his eyes and sat there for a second with the water up to his waist. Then, he sucked in a deep breath, closed his eyes, and lowered his head under the water. His hair fanned out into the water, getting fully wet. Bubbles rose to the surface as he exhaled through his mouth and brought his head back up for air. He pushed his wet hair out of his face and rested his head against the tiles behind him. 

He smiled up at you and tilted his head for you to come in. He held a lazy hand out to you and you took it, holding it for balance as you stepped into the tub, and sat down in between his legs. You leaned your back against his chest and closed your eyes. You could hear it in his breathing that the steam from the bath water and the scent of the salts were already helping his cold. 

He ran his fingers up and down your arms, leaving a trail of water behind as he traced little circles. He gave your shoulders little wet kisses as droplets of water left his beard and trickled down your back. You pulled his hand up and interlocked your fingers with his. You brought his hand to your mouth and kissed his knuckles gently. 

Eventually, his hands wrapped around you just above the water and he rested them over your chest. You held onto his forearms and rubbed them gently with your thumbs. 

The two of you sat in silence for a while, just relaxing and enjoying the peace and quiet. Sam’s breathing slowed down and you smiled to yourself as you heard him fully able to breathe through his nose again. You could tell he started to fall asleep. You let him. He needed it. 

The only noises in the house were the sound of the rain hitting the roof of the house above you and Sam snoring lightly behind you. Finally, everyone, including Sam, was at peace.

After some time, you sat up, turned around, and the movement of the water around Sam woke him up.

He raised his eyebrows, took in a deep breath through his nose, and smiled.

“I can breathe again,” he sighed happily. His congested voice was all gone and he sounded much more like his normal self.

“You sound good,” you whispered, running your hand over his face and rubbing your thumb along his cheekbone.

“I feel good,” he said. 

“You wanna finish up?” you asked, handing him a bottle of shampoo. 

He took it and squeezed some into his hands and brought his hands to his head. He rubbed it through his hair, getting it all bubbly. 

He looked at you with that goofy smile that made you melt every time and you knew the gears were turning in his head. 

Without warning, just like Rosie, he shook his head, letting bubbles of soap fly everywhere. 

Your eyes squeezed shut as bubbles hit your face. You opened your eyes to see a very soapy Sam laughing and smiling back at you. You couldn’t even be mad at him. He looked absolutely adorable right now. 

You returned a smile to him and brought your hand up to his face to wipe the bubbles from his cheeks. He closed his eyes as you wiped them off. He was finally feeling himself. You had your Sammy back. 

You sat back from him and he sank back down into the water to wash out the shampoo, making the water turn foggy with soap. You turned the faucet back on, ran the washcloths under the water, and handed him one. You squirted some body wash onto them and the two of you cleaned yourselves and each other up. He pulled the plug on the tub and as the water drained, the two of you stood up, full of soap. You giggled as you slipped around and held onto each other for balance.

He reached behind you and turned the shower on. The two of you rinsed all the soap off and enjoyed the heat of the water falling on your bodies for a bit. 

Once you were both completely done, you turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. 

Sam got out first and wrapped a towel around his waist. He opened up the second towel for you and wrapped it around you as you stood in front of him. He held you tightly and rubbed your back to warm you up a bit. 

The two of you left the bathroom, put on pajamas, and headed downstairs to relax and have dinner. 

When you entered the living room again, you found your daughter, cuddled up in blankets on the couch with Rosie next to her. Sam threw himself down on the couch and leaned on Rosie. He grabbed her and put his face on her side, taking a deep breath in.

“Mmm, you smell so good, Rose!” he said, taking deep breaths and planting kisses on her body.

You laid down next to him and pulled a blanket on top of the two of you. He looked up to the TV and a huge smile lit up his face when he saw the third Harry Potter movie on the screen. 

“Did you put this one on because you know it's my favorite?” He teased her. 

“No, I put it on because it's my favorite,” she responded, giggling. 

He laid next to you and tilted his head against your chest as Rosie crawled into his lap. The four of you took up the entirety of the couch. 

You looked across the couch at your little family and realized you were sitting in the same exact spot you were sitting in the day you met Rosie for the first time. Almost twenty years had gone by and some things had changed. But when you looked down at Sam, he felt the same. He was that sweet Sammy who just wanted love. And you knew he was surrounded by it. 

FOURTEEN

The front door opened and you heard footsteps running up the stairs. You looked over to see your daughter’s disregarded backpack on the floor by the front door. Soon after, you heard the sound of her bedroom door slamming shut.

Sam sighed as he walked into the living room, beer in hand. Rosie walked past him and he gave her a pet as she hobbled her way toward the stairs. She was moving as slow as ever. She had arthritis in her back legs and her heart wasn’t too strong anymore so she took the steps one by one. You knew where she was going. Anytime your daughter was upset, Rosie felt it and went to comfort her. 

“What was that all about?” you asked, as Sam sat down next to you and threw his head back onto the back of the couch. 

“It begins,” he breathed out, gulping down the beer.

“What begins?” you asked.

“Boy problems,” he said, closing his eyes. “From what I pieced together on the drive home, it's something about how she likes someone but somehow the whole school found out and now it’s the end of the world I guess,” he said, speaking with his hands.

You sat up and turned to him. Sam loved being a girl dad, but nothing could prepare him for this. He wasn’t ready to be a dad of a teenage girl. Things have been smooth sailing so far. But, both of you knew one day things would start to get complicated. That day was here. 

“Hey,” you whispered, “We knew this would happen eventually,” you said softly, rubbing his thigh up and down.

“I know but,” he began, “I was an asshole when I was her age. I was a shitty boyfriend. I know I was. I don’t want her to go through what I put some girls through,” he explained.

He breathed out hard and drank more of the beer in his hand.

“And I dated some shitty, asshole guys and got my heart broken by them,” you replied.

He gave you a look that said You’re not helping.

“But, in the end, that all led me to you,” you said, smiling at him.

His face relaxed and he leaned towards you, giving you the softest kiss on the lips. The hairs of his mustache tickled your lip and you laughed a little with your lips still on his. 

He pulled away and sighed. 

“You think I should go talk to her? See if she’s okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you whispered, taking the beer from his hands and setting it on the coffee table.

You followed Sam up the stairs and towards your daughter’s door. When the two of you got close enough, you could hear her crying and talking to Rosie. The two of you leaned your heads towards the door and listened. 

“You were the only one who knew, Rose. Until I told Amber. She was supposed to be my best friend. Now the entire school knows.” she said, sobbing, “And now I have to tell Mom and Dad before they find out from someone else.” You heard her voice muffle and you figured she either shoved her face in her pillow, or into Rosie.

You and Sam looked at each other, concerned. Her and Amber had been friends since kindergarten. Throughout the years they had little arguments as all friends do. But this seemed bigger. You thought maybe it was a bigger argument because it involved boys. But what was this about telling her parents before someone else did? This seemed serious. It could be anything. You were scared and even though he didn’t show it- so was Sam. 

Sam took a deep breath and knocked on the door, pushing it open a little. 

“Hey,” he said softly, “You wanna talk?”

You peeked into the room over Sam’s shoulder to see your daughter face down in bed, cuddling up against Rosie, using her as a pillow. Rosie was laying on Sam’s blue and white fleece jacket. 

Sam walked in and you stayed in the hallway. Something told you this was a father-daughter conversation. You could see her reflection in the mirror by her door and you watched as Sam walked in and sat down on her bed next to her. He put his hand on Rosie’s head and rubbed her forehead lightly with his thumb.

He rubbed your daughter’s back with his other hand.

Anytime your daughter was upset, Rosie was the first to comfort her. Sam was the second. There have been many times throughout the years where she went to Rosie for comfort. Rosie cared for her and protected her with everything she had. It was like she listened to her and kept her secrets. Rosie wasn’t just a pet, she was her big sister.

And Sam was just as important to her as Rosie was. He was always there to listen to her and help her navigate her way through life. He had a lot of life experience and he always knew the right things to say to make her feel better. Sam wasn’t just her dad, he was her rock. 

“So, the whole school knows you like a boy?” he began, trying to get the conversation moving. “So what? You’re in high school. It’s not like you’re the only one to ever like a boy,” he said. 

She continued crying, not looking over at him. Sam pursed his lips, unsure of what to say next. The topic of boys never really came up before. You could tell that Sam didn’t exactly know what to do. He sat there for a little bit longer, just rubbing her back and shrugging his shoulders as he looked at you through the mirror. 

He looked down at her and furrowed his eyebrows. 

“There’s something else, isn’t there?” he asked softly, “You don’t have to tell me. But if you want to, you can.”

She sat up and wiped her tears. Rosie rested her head in her lap and she stroked Rosie’s back gently, again, the way Sam taught her to all those years ago. It was her favorite way to pet Rosie and it was Rosie’s favorite way to be petted.

“I don’t like a boy, Dad,” she said, looking down at Rosie. Her hands stilled and she breathed deep before speaking again. She kept her head down and the tears that filled her eyes dropped down onto Rosie’s fur. 

“I like,” she paused, “I like girls,” she said, her voice quivering as she spoke.

Sam looked deeply at her as he took in what he just said. His eyebrows furrowed and he titled his head down to try to look at her face. His face was full of concern. He wanted to understand her. To understand what she was thinking and feeling. But he couldn’t even begin to. All he could do was be there for her in this moment and be everything she needed him to be.

Your daughter's eyes stayed on Rosie and her head was hanging low. She seemed scared and embarrassed. She didn’t even want to look at Sam. 

“Hey,” he whispered. He put his hand on her back and lifted her chin with his knuckle. She fought him on it for a second, trying to pull her chin back down and closing her eyes. 

She opened her eyes cautiously. They were filled with tears as she looked at him. 

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” he said softly, shaking his head, “I like girls too,” he said, laughing a little. Leave it to Sam to bring humor into a serious situation.

She smiled back at him for a second before more tears flooded her eyes. He opened his arms to her and she threw herself into him, instantly. He grabbed her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight and rubbing her back up and down. You could tell she had been holding this in for a while and she was feeling every kind of emotion possible right now. 

“Shhh,” Sam whispered, “Breathe, Baby. It’s okay. You’re okay.”

He hugged her for a while as she continued crying. He would occasionally turn and give her a kiss on the side of her head, letting her know he loved her and he was there for her. 

After some time, her crying stopped and she calmed down a bit. Sam pulled back from her and wiped her tears with his thumb.

“Listen,” he began, “I don’t care who you like. And I guarantee Mom doesn’t care either. We love you, no matter what. And as long as you’re happy and you’re respectful to whoever you love, that’s all that matters, right? And if anyone has a problem with that? Fuck them.”

She nodded and sniffled. The tiniest smile appeared on her face. She felt relieved. She felt happy. But most of all, she felt loved.

“I love you and I’m very proud of you. I want you to know that, okay. Don’t you ever for a second think anything else,” he said, looking deep into her eyes. Tears started forming in his eyes as he spoke. 

She wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes and whispered, “I love you too, Dad.”

Sam pulled back and let out a little laugh, “I can’t believe you told Rosie before you told me, though. I’m a little hurt, honestly,” he joked. 

He rubbed Rosie and shook her around a little as he spoke to her, “You’re a good little secret keeper, aren’t cha, Rose?” he said, kissing the top of her head.

With that, you left the two of them alone and went downstairs to order your daughter’s favorite pizza for dinner. You figured she could use a little pick-me-up. Even if she didn’t know you knew what Sam knew just yet. When it arrived, you went back upstairs to tell the two of them dinner was ready. When you walked into your daughter’s room you stopped and smiled to yourself when you saw her and Sam laying in her bed, looking at the ceiling with his arms behind his head and with Rosie smooshed between them. It was the same way he used to lay in her bed when she was little and he was putting her to sleep.

“You ever kiss a girl?” he asked, looking at the ceiling.

“Mhm,” she replied casually.

“They’re soft, aren’t they?” he said, as a tiny smile tugged at the corners of his lips

“Yeah,” she sighed happily.

Sam had always had a lot of girls in his life and it seemed that he was going to encounter a lot more as the years went on. 

SIXTEEN

You and Sam laid in bed about to go to sleep. It was close to midnight. You knew Rosie and your daughter were fast asleep in her room. Your head rested on Sam’s chest as the light from the TV lit up the room ever so slightly. You heard the door creak open softly and you lifted your head and looked to your left to see a little black nose poking its way through the opening. 

“Oh, look who finally wants to come sleep with Mom and Dad,” you laughed as she walked over to Sam’s side of the bed slowly.

“She comes back to us after ten years,” Sam laughed. “You missed us, didn’t cha Rosie girl,”

She couldn’t do much except walk anymore so Sam had to get out of bed to get her. He reached down and groaned as he picked her up. He put her in bed and she laid in between the two of you, taking your spot and resting her head on Sam’s chest.

“I’ve been replaced,” you teased, rubbing Rosie’s back up and down.

Sam rested his hand on her head and rubbed her forehead with his thumb.

Sam laughed and smiled at Rosie.

“My number one girl,” he said, giving Rosie a kiss on the top of her head before her eyes closed and she fell asleep. 

You looked over at them, Sam had his arm around her and his chin rested on her head. The tiniest smile was spread across Sam’s face. It had been years since she slept with him at night. He was in heaven. They were both in heaven. She felt love all around her and so did he.

Shortly after that, you started to fall asleep to the sounds of Rosie snoring and Sam breathing deeply, just like you did all those years ago when you first fell in love with the two of them. 

The next morning you woke up to the sound of  Sam’s voice and the bed shaking next to you.

“Hey, hey, Rose. Come on girl,” he said with his voice full of panic.

You turned over, sat up on your elbow, and looked over at Sam. Both his hands were on top of Rosie and he shook her around, trying to wake her up.

She wasn’t waking up. 

You didn’t say anything. You knew. 

“Come on, please. Don’t leave me, Rose, please,” he begged, his voice trembled as tears filled his eyes.

He stopped shaking her for a moment. He held his hands still on her, feeling for any kind of movement. He grabbed her face and put his hand on top of her nose. He didn’t feel anything. No breath. No wetness. Nothing. 

“No,” he said in a whisper, rubbing her face. He didn’t want to believe what was happening.

Tears fell from his eyes, to his cheeks, and splattered down to her fur below him.

He knew.

He dropped his entire body onto Rosie and wrapped his arms around her still body. His whole body shook as he cried uncontrollably. Your heart sank looking at him like this. He was absolutely devastated.

“No!” he sobbed into her. His voice was loud but it was muffled by Rosie’s body. 

“Come back, Rose. Please, for just a little bit. Please,” he cried. 

You’ve seen Sam cry before. But never like this. His heart didn’t just break, it was destroyed. It was shattered into a million pieces. He loved Rosie more than anyone else in the entire world. She was his first true love. Sure he loved you, and he loved girls before you. You knew that. But before you came along and before your daughter, he had her. She was a piece of him. And now, that piece of him was gone. 

You put your arm around Sam and kissed the top of his head, fighting back tears until you couldn’t fight them back anymore. 

He just kept repeating the word “No,” and sobbing into her. 

You ran your hand over his head and down his back as he cried. You hugged him tight  and rested your chin on his head. You would occasionally kiss the top of his head. You felt every breath he took as he sucked them hard in and let them out heavily. There was nothing else you could do to help him but to just hold him while he cried. 

“You want some time alone?” you whispered.

“No. Don’t leave me alone, please.” he begged. 

You nodded and continued holding him, kissing his head, and staying close to him. 

It was close to thirty minutes before Sam calmed down. You lifted yourself up off him and rubbed his back softly.

He gave Rosie a final kiss on the head like he always did and he rubbed her face gently.

“I love you, Rose. You know that. And I’ll see you again one day, okay?” he whispered. 

He sat up and leaned against the headboard, staring at the ceiling with a blank look on his face. It was almost as if he was processing everything and taking a moment to realize this was actually happening. 

His eyes were swollen. His hair was a mess. His lips were dry. His cheeks were red. He was absolutely helpless.

You turned to him and rubbed his cheek softly. HIs cheeks were wet and his beard was filled with tears that had fallen into it. You used the cuff of your sleeve to dry his face. 

“You know she came back to you last night to be with you because she knew,” you whispered as you patted his beard with your sleeve.

“Yeah,” he whispered back, sniffling. “I just wish I would’ve known that was it. Ya know?” 

You nodded and looked down at Rosie. She brought him comfort her entire life. And in the end, it was him who gave her the comfort she needed to let go.

You and Sam sat in silence for a few minutes as he caught his breath and figured out what to do next. After a while, he broke the silence.

“You have to tell her. I can’t,” he whispered.

Without saying anything, you gave Sam a look that said Are you gonna be okay if I leave for a second? and he nodded in return. 

Despite him being truly sensitive underneath everything, Sam was always the strong one in the family. But now, it was your turn to be strong. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and got out of bed. You left the door open as you left and walked down the hall.

You sent quick texts to his siblings, Danny, and his parents telling them what happened. You told them Sam was devastated and he probably didn’t want to talk about it right now. You told them that when he’s ready, he’ll reach out but not to be surprised if they didn’t hear from him for a while.

You put your phone in your pocket and continued down the hallway until you got to your daughter’s room. You had no idea how to even begin to tell her what happened. But you had to. You had to do it for Sam. He would do it for you if the roles were reversed. 

You took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the door, opening it slightly. You saw her in bed, fast asleep.

You sat down on the edge of her bed and rubbed her back gently to wake her up. 

“Mom?” she asked groggily as she turned over. She stretched her body out and rubbed her face before opening her eyes to see you. 

She looked up at you and saw it in your face that something was wrong. She could tell you’d been crying. 

“What’s wrong?” she asked, sitting up. 

She looked around her to see Rosie nowhere near her like she was every other morning. “Where’s Rosie?”

You grabbed her hand and took a deep breath.

“Rosie’s with Dad right now. She um, she didn’t wake up this morning.”

“No,” she whispered. Her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth opened slightly.

You gave her a look that said it all. 

“No,” she whispered again, not wanting to believe you. 

She quickly got out of bed and walked out of her room. You followed her as she walked toward your room and stopped in the doorway, completely frozen when she saw Sam sitting in bed with Rosie’s body in his lap. He was petting her head softly and slowly when her voice caught his attention.

“Daddy?” she asked, her voice quivering.

He looked up at her and you watched tears fill his eyes again as his eyes met hers. He was holding it in as best as he could and he was doing a good job. 

“Baby, I’m sorry,” he choked out.

She climbed on the bed and laid on top of Rosie, holding her tight. Sam rubbed her back as she cried. He was still holding it together and trying to be strong for her. You saw his jaw tense up and he tucked his lips into his mouth, biting them. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing which was uneven and quaky. 

“I love you, Rosie,” she said softly, gently petting her back the way Sam taught her to all those years ago. 

It took you back to when she was just a toddler sitting in Sam’s lap, learning to be gentle with Rosie for the first time. The way her hand traveled softly over Rosie’s back and the way her sweet little voice spoke out brought you back to that moment.

Memories of Rosie and your daughter flashed before your eyes. You saw her throwing treats to her as a toddler. You saw her sitting on the floor of her bedroom brushing her hair. You saw her making a mess of the bathroom and splattering water and bubbles in every direction as your daughter giggled.

You knew the memories hit Sam too because at that exact second, he completely lost it.

You sat down next to Sam and held him tight. You used your other hand to stroke your daughter’s hair. Both of them, sobbing uncontrollably again.

After a while, Sam calmed down again. Your daughter took a little bit longer, but eventually her crying stopped. She gave Rosie a kiss on the head and sat up. 

“I’m gonna go lay down for a little bit,” she said in between sniffles. 

She gave you and Sam hugs and headed for her room to be by herself. You figured the both of them could use some alone time to get things out if they needed to. You also needed to get Rosie away from Sam because seeing her wasn’t helping him at all. To give your daughter a little peace of mind, you assured her that nothing would happen without her knowing about it first. 

You picked up Rosie and carried her out of the room. You brought her downstairs and laid her on the couch just to get her out of the bed with Sam. If it was up to him, he would’ve kept her there.

Things were quiet that day. You took care of everything so Sam didn’t have to. He couldn’t. He laid in bed all day and your daughter laid in hers. As you took care of things, you would check on both of them periodically. Each time you check on Sam, you were greeted by a wet pillow and red eyes. When you checked on your daughter, she wouldn’t even show you her face. You took notice of what she was wearing though. It was the jacket. The blue and white fleece jacket that Sam had given her years ago. She wore it every time she was upset and needed comfort. 

You had to force the both of them to get up, take showers, and eat- which neither of them did much of. You were mothering both of them at that point. 

You were dreading the night time as it began approaching. You knew it would be hard on your daughter. She had slept with Rosie every night since she was four. You also knew it would be hard for Sam. You knew he’d be thinking that this time just 24 hours ago, he went to bed thinking Rosie would be with him when he woke up.

It was close to 10 pm and you snuck into bed next to Sam. You hugged him from behind and gave his shoulders gentle kisses. 

“I think somebody needs her Daddy right now,” you whispered. 

He sniffled and nodded. He knew he needed to make sure his little girl was okay. He knew this was affecting her just as much as it was him. Slowly he got out of bed for the first time that day. He looked at himself in the mirror, wincing at his appearance and rubbing his face. He put on a shirt and put his hair up. He looked at you nervously and you took his hand. You led him down the hallway towards your daughter’s room.

The door was open just a bit and light from a candle you lit earlier spread throughout the room, giving it a soft orange hue. You walked over to her bed and let go of Sam’s hand. You and Sam stood on either side of her bed and wordlessly, the two of you laid down next to her on top of her covers.

Instantly, she started crying. Sam rubbed her back and cried with her. You placed your hand on her head and gave her small kisses, letting tears from your eyes fall onto her pillow. 

After a few minutes, most of the crying stopped and everyone had calmed down a bit after being able to get it all out again. You and Sam said your I love yous, gave her kisses, and got up to return to your room for the night.

As you reached the doorway, the sound of her voice caught you both by surprise.

“Wait,” she said, “Will you, will you guys stay with me tonight?” she asked softly. You could tell she was just a little embarrassed, asking her parents to sleep with her for the night.

You looked over at Sam and for the first time all day, you saw a tiny smile appear on his face. Tears filled his eyes once more, only this time, they were happy tears. 

You blew out the candle and walked over to her bed in the darkness, this time with Sam leading the way. 

You and Sam picked up the covers and slid into her bed on either side of her. You and Sam both rubbed your daughter’s back over the covers for a few minutes and then Sam’s hand rested on top of yours. He turned it around so that your palm was facing up and held your hand, rubbing his thumb along it.

For almost her entire life, your daughter felt Rosie next to her as she fell asleep. But on that night, when she needed her the most, she didn’t have her. She had something just as good though. She had you and she had Sam- the two people who loved her more than anything in the world. And even though Rosie wasn’t there anymore physically, she still had her love. It was there. It was inside her. It was inside all of you.

As you started to fall asleep, you heard Sam whisper, “My girls,” and you could tell just from his voice that he was smiling. 

EPILOGUE: SIXTY FIVE

“What is that?” you heard a voice ask from the other side of the room.

“A journal I guess, I think it was my mom’s,” you said, inspecting a tattered, black notebook. You took a look at the outside. It looked like it hadn’t been touched in years.

Tears filled your eyes instantly as you opened it. It was full of pictures of your parents from when they were younger and your childhood dog. Your heart felt heavy looking at the photos. There was writing in it too and you could tell it was your mom’s handwriting.

The pages of the journal were yellow. The glue that held the pictures to the paper was old and crusted. Some of the pictures came loose and started falling out. You held them steady and flipped them over to see the date and then looked back at the image on the front. 

Sam and Rosie, 2021

You looked at the picture of your dad and giggled. He had on a knitted hat and his hair was short. He didn’t have the beard you always knew him to have. Rosie was sitting next to him on a couch. She was just a puppy at the time. He had a stupid smile on his face. That smile that always made you laugh and made your mom melt. You ran your hand over the photo. Your vision got blurry as tears filled your eyes. 

“I miss you guys,” you whispered as you wiped your tears with your other hand. 

You closed your eyes and memories of your childhood flashed before you instantly. You felt your dad’s scratchy beard on your cheek. You felt your mom’s soft lips kissing your forehead. You felt a warm furry body laying on your legs. You felt their love all around you. They may have faded, but their love never left you. 

You held onto the images of your childhood home that was once filled with life for a few seconds, holding onto them for as long as you could. You opened your eyes to see that home now empty and being packed away for good.

You flipped another page of the journal as you heard footsteps behind you.

Jake and Rosie, 2024

“Hey that’s me, isn’t it?” he asked, pointing at the picture of Jake with one arm around Rosie and holding a baby boy with a full head of thick, black hair in the other.

“Yeah,” you whispered, “The dates match up,”

You flipped through the pages some more, skimming through what was written on them.

“It’s all stories,” you said, “Stories from when I was little. Stories about me, Mom, Dad, and Rosie,” you paused after flipping through until you got to the middle of the journal. It went blank. Half the pages were empty.

“That’s weird,” you said. “It stops at Sixteen.” 

“What happened at Sixteen?” he asked. 

You thought for a second and then you remembered. Without saying a word to your cousin, you closed the journal and carefully placed it in the box labeled KEEP where it joined two wedding rings, a dried up white rose, a jump rope, and a blue and white patterned fleece jacket. 

Author’s Note: 

This is 100% FICTION! I am SO sorry I did this. Like, I still can’t believe I did this. Samuel, I am SO sorry. I hope you never search your name on tumblr. Also, the ages aren’t completely accurate. Rosie lived to be like 110+ years old so that I could write a lengthy fic so just ignore how inaccurately long her life was. Long live the queen I guess lol.

A few people have asked for a Sam version of ATS but I feel like this IS Sam’s ATS. This fic came to me in the same way ATS came to me. It started off as a little idea and gained meaning and length so yeah, this is my Sam ATS. (However an actual Sam ATS is not off the table just yet though because I have cute ideas for it).

Also sorry for the change of POV in the last chapter. I hope it was clear. Lmk if it wasn't.

Songs:

Vista Kicks: Alice

Elton John: Tiny Dancer

Coldplay: The Scientist

Ed Sheeran: All of the Stars

Kasey Musgraves: Rainbow

Thomas Rhett: Remember You Young

Demi Lovato: Lionheart

William Ross: Will Grows Up

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[ageofbarbarians]

35 High Part 2 // S.F.K

AgeOfBarbarians

Summary: If you haven’t read part one, read it HERE

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI!!! Unprotected Sex, Slight Degradation, Oral (m&f receiving) Fingering, Praising, Chocking, Slight Edging, Squirting, Sam being a cocky fuck

Word Count: 4k

M A S T E R L I S T

You hummed quietly to yourself as you finished cleaning up the remainder of your apartment. You had worked a lot this week so you had just been throwing stuff everywhere instead of putting them where they were supposed to go. That, and you had also been spending a lot of time with Sam recently. You didn’t have much on your mind besides wanting to see him again. It had been a couple of weeks since the incident in the elevator, and ever since, he’s been the only thing you could think about. Granted, the two of you did hook up afterward but even then he was the only thought that consumed you.

Your thoughts wandered as you remember the way his mouth felt against your soaked core, how his fingers felt curved up against you, the way he worked you through your high--

That was until you heard a few soft knocks at the door. You sighed as you got up and opened it to be greeted by a man holding a bag of Chinese food. You gave him a confused look and he shrugged handing you the bag. You thanked him as you closed the door and set the bag on your kitchen counter. There was a note attached to the top and you pulled it off to read it.

I remembered your order

-Sammy

You bit your lip to try and contain your smile as you pulled the food out of the bag. You opened the containers to see he did indeed get your order correct, but you noticed there were also extra boxes. You sat them out too and it dawned on you that he was potentially coming over. You pulled your phone out of the pocket of your sweatpants and right as you went to go text him, there was another knock at the door. You rushed over but composed yourself to make it seem like you weren't too eager.

"Hi pretty girl," Sam smiled as you opened the door. He cupped your face with one of his hands and pressed a kiss to your lips. You could feel the butterflies immediately taking over your stomach.

"I wasn't expecting you tonight," You hummed against his lips, prolonging the kiss as much as you could. He pulled away, his forehead resting against yours.

"I figured I'd get you dinner and then I'd make you cum. How does that sound, hm?"

You were caught off by his words and you couldn't help the small whimper that escaped your lips. He moved to press his lips against your neck, immediately connecting with your sweet spot.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about a couple of weeks ago,” Sam mumbled against your skin, your breathing was growing heavy and you couldn’t help but close your eyes, letting the feeling of his lips ignite a fire through your body.

“Yeah? And how you were a total cockblock?” You sassed with a smile playing across your face.

“Hey, not totally, I still fucked you pretty damn good if I say so myself.” Sam shrugged as he pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips. Your eyes opened again and you shook your head.

“I don’t know, it was okay I guess.” You lied. Honestly, it was the best sex you ever had, and he probably knew that but you didn’t want to boost his ego anymore.

“Okay?” He raised a brow, a slight look of anger in his eyes.

“Show me how good you can be Sammy,” You reached up to touch his face but your arm was pinned above your head.

“I know you’re just fucking with me, but don’t think you’ll get away with that shit.” His eyes were dark and you couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped your lips. He smirked slightly and brought his lips to yours with a new hunger you hadn’t yet experienced from him.

Sam cupped his hands under your ass and you jumped to wrap your legs around his hips. He walked the two of you towards the couch before sitting you down. He hovered over you, his lips pink and swollen, breathing slightly heavy.

“You want me to show you how good I can be? And what if I decide to fuck you on every surface in your house?” Sam scanned your face with a raised brow and you bit your lip to try and hide the smile that was forming on your face.

“Is that a request or a challenge?” You gave him your best doe eyes and he leaned his head back as he smiled.

“God, how am I supposed to keep up with you?” He smiled down at you and you couldn’t help but grab the front of his shirt to pull him closer.

“Fuck me like you own me, Kiszka,” You searched his face as you ran your thumb across his face, pulling his bottom lip down. Without warning, Sam took your thumb into his mouth and you couldn’t help but stare at him in awe, a heat rushing to your core.

Sam pulled it out with a pop before he wrapped his hand around your throat causing you to gasp. His eyes darkened to a new level and he stared at you with a smirk plastered on his face.

“Be careful what you wish for, baby,” He pushed your head up slightly before pressing his lips to yours again. His hand left your throat and dragged down your chest, grabbing one of your breasts. You let out a sigh and shifted your hips to get any sort of friction. He pulled away from you before raising his brows.

“Be patient, dove. You’ll get to cum soon enough. If you’re good for me.” He resumed his actions, connecting his lips with yours once again. His words finally registered and you could feel yourself so easily slipping into submission for him.

Sam had a chokehold on you. You didn’t know if it was from how caring he was, especially when you had first met in the elevator, or the random little surprises like your Chinese food tonight or how he randomly had shown up with flowers, the simple texts telling you to have a good day or the way he always managed to fuck you absolutely senseless. Regardless, you were head over heels for him.

“Sammy, baby,” you pulled away breathless from his kiss, lips pink and swollen.

“What? What’s wrong?” His eyes searched yours frantically and you smiled up at him, shaking your head.

“Bedroom,” You stood up and moved around Sam. You took a few steps before you started racing down the hallway and you knew he wasn’t far behind you. You were just about to reach the door to your bedroom and you felt a pull on your shirt and you knew he had caught up to you.

Sam grabbed your hips and pinned you up against the wall, almost knocking all of the air from your chest. You bit your lip to try and hide the smile that was creeping onto your face.

“No more running, dove. I thought you were gonna be good for me? Now you’re really in for it.“ Sam shook his head before grabbing your hand and pulling you into the bedroom. He shut the door once you were in and you could feel yourself beginning to shake.

It’s not like it was the first time you had slept with Sam, but something about this moment was making you shake with anticipation. You needed some sort of contact from him, you were desperate for him to touch you in your most vulnerable parts. You wanted to come undone around him, to call his name out like it’s the last thing you’d ever hear, to make him feel good.

“Sammy, I want to make you feel good,” you said quietly, the words coming out before you even had time to process that you were saying them. He took long slow strides toward you and you backed up with each step until your legs hit the back of your bed causing you to fall back.

"I think I have some proving to do first," Sam shook his head once again and slid his shirt over his head. You stared at his chest, so badly wanting to cover him in marks, claiming him as your own. Sam tugged at the hem of your shirt requesting if he could take it off of you. You nodded your head and you sat up slightly to help him out as best as you could.

"Fucking christ," He mumbled. He stared at your chest, observing every bit of your exposed skin. You never wore a bra when you were home relaxing because what was the point? Right now was one of the times when it came in your favor.

You didn't get a chance to say anything as Sam's face came down and he immediately took one of your nipples into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the hardest nub and you couldn't help the soft breaths that escaped your lips. He moved around, nipping at the soft skin and leaving lilac marks all over your chest. He was inching lower and lower down your stomach, leaving marks in his path.

Sam looped his fingers around the waistband of your sweatpants and slightly pulled down the material to leave soft kisses against your hipbones. You could feel yourself throbbing from how desperately you needed some sort of contact.

"Sammy, please," You whined.

"Ahh, that's what I like to hear." He smirked up at you before pulling your sweatpants down your legs. You swore you could have heard him whine as he pulled the material off of you; no underwear either.

He pressed a kiss to your pubic bone before wrapping his lips around your throbbing clit. You immediately fisted the sheets as your eyes closed. You let out a moan before looking down at the handsome boy below you. He looked up at you through his lashes and the sight alone could've made you come undone. His movements were slow, teasing almost.

"Sam," You whimpered, so desperately wanting him to speed up his movements. You started rocking your hips against his face to gain some more traction but he held you in place with one of his arms. With his other free arm, he teased your entrance with two of his fingers before sliding into you slowly. Your eyes fluttered closed and your head fell back. He gave you a second to adjust before curving his fingers upwards. Your breathing was becoming unsteady as his movements picked up.

"Feel good, baby? Hm? Do you like the way my fingers fuck you?" Sam asked. His voice was low and you couldn't help but moan. He smirked down at you as he watched the way you moved beneath him in response to his touch. You could feel the slow burn building in the pit of your stomach and you wanted to pull away from him but you so badly wanted him to make you cum.

"Yes, sir," You whined out without even meaning to. Sam groaned before he came down and connected his lips with yours. You could taste your arousal on his tongue and you moaned into his mouth as your fingers wrapped in his hair at the base of his neck. Your mouth fell open as you could feel your orgasm quickly approaching.

"Sam, I'm so close, fuck, please don't stop." You begged. His thumb came in contact with your clit as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, his pace never letting up. You could feel the familiar burn and you knew you were so close. Your moans were growing louder and most of them turned into desperate whimpers. Just as you were on the brink of spilling over, Sam pulled his fingers from you and put them in his mouth, his tongue swirling around his digits. He pulled them from his mouth with a pop and you just stared at him in disbelief. Your cheeks were flushed and your breathing was still unsteady.

"What, did you really think I was going to let you cum that easy, dove?" He smiled down at you and you whimpered. You could feel yourself throbbing and it was almost unbearable.

"Sam, no, please, I was so close," You begged. You slid your hand down your chest, down your stomach before running your fingers over your clit. You began to rub slow circles just to get a rise out of him but it didn't last long as your hands were pinned above your head. You let out a huff as Sam stared down at you.

"Really?" His brows were raised and his eyes were dark. You couldn't help the sinister smile that spread across your face.

"Let me make it up to you, let me make you feel good," You gave him your best doe eyes again. He obliged and you happily got off the bed and sunk to your knees in front of him. You eagerly pulled down his sweatpants and his cock immediately slapped against his stomach. You could feel your mouth begin to water but the sight of him made your arousal drip down your legs. You wrapped your fingers around his shaft before licking a stripe up the underside of him, causing him to hiss. You wrapped your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue along the underside of his head. His head fell back and his fingers wrapped themself in your hair. You sunk down further onto him, pumping whatever was left that you couldn't fit into your mouth.

"Fuck, Y/N," He groaned and sunk his teeth into his bottom lip. You ran your nails down his stomach, feeling him tense under your touch. You took him further down the back of your throat trying your hardest to not gag. You sat there for a moment before pulling back and taking a gasp of air. You took him into your mouth again and ran your tongue against him as much as you could.

"You're so good to me, taking my cock like the good whore that you are," Sam's grip in your hair tightened and you moaned against him causing him to let out a strangled breath. There was nothing you loved more than being degraded but something about Sam doing it was a whole other level.

He pulled away from you and you gave him a confused look.

"As much as I want you to keep going, I need you. Right now." He swallowed and you stood up. He pushed you into the bed and slotted himself between your legs. He pushed one of your legs back towards your chest while you put the other over his shoulder. He ran his tip through your folds and you whined.

"Sam, stop being a fucking tea- shit," You gasped as he slid into you without warning. He gave you little time to adjust before he set a brutal pace into you. Your back arched and you couldn't help but drag your nails down his back causing him to hiss. One of his free hands came up and wrapped itself around your throat. Your mouth fell open slightly as you stared up at him.

"Fuck, you look so good with my hand around your throat," He groaned and you bit down on your lip hard enough to draw a bit of blood.

"I think you can do better than that Sammy," You challenged. He groaned and his grip around your throat tightened. You smiled as he choked you, the feeling of his fingers around your throat causing you to drip.

From the way he was fucking into you, you were sure that you were going to have bruises along your hips. His speed slowed, but the way he snapped his hips forward had you shaking. You could feel the fire burning in the pit of your stomach already and you knew that it wouldn't take him long to get you off.

"You look so pretty under me, making a mess all over my cock," Sam praised as he slowed his movements again, just barely moving in and out of you. His hand dragged released from your throat, dragging down your stomach until he came in contact with your clit. You turned your face towards the bed to muffle your moans as much as you could.

"Let me hear those gorgeous noises baby," Sam hummed as he sent a forceful thrust forward. You let out a loud moan as he picked up his pace again, fucking you without any mercy. He rubbed fast circles against your clit and you could feel yourself tightening around him, knowing you could cum any second.

"How many times do you think we can make you cum, hm?" Sam teased. You replaced his hand with yours, rubbing quick circles against your clit. Sam gripped your hips as his pace sped up even more. You were seconds away from letting the knot in your stomach explode, wanting so badly to come undone around him.

"Sam," You warned.

"Give it to me, baby," Sam cooed. Your first high took over and your back arched. You let out a whine that was cut off by Sam's lips connecting with yours. You continued to work your fingers against yourself. He rode you through your high and his pace slowed. He pulled out of you and you whined from the loss of contact. He connected his lips with your clit and inserted three of his fingers, curving them upwards. He lapped at you like it was going to be his last meal, but also took his time with you. How it was possible? You weren't even sure.

You ran your fingers through his hair, pushing the pieces that stuck to his forehead out of the way. He looked up at you through his lashes again and you could feel your second high already building from how his mouth and fingers worked against you. Your head fell back and your mouth fell open. You started to grind your hips against him. He hummed against you, causing goosebumps to rise up over your skin. You could feel the knot slowly growing and you so desperately wanted to cum again.

"Yes, please keep doing that," You moaned as he angled his fingers up higher inside of you.

"Sammy please, can I cum again?" You whined. He nodded his head again and you could feel yourself coming undone around his fingers. His eyes fluttered closed as he moved his tongue against you. You tried to pull away from him but he held you in place and your moans turned into whines from the overstimulation.

He eventually pulled away from you, your arousal shining across his face. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before moving and adjusting himself up against the headboard. You swung your legs over his and adjusted yourself. You lined him up with your entrance before slowly sinking down onto him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your head fell against your shoulder. Sam gripped your hips and started to roll your hips against him. You planted your hands on his chest before slowly bouncing yourself up and down against his length. You leaned forward slightly which caused him to hit a slightly different spot inside of you making you cry out and move against him faster.

"Right there, huh? That's the spot?" Sam hummed. You nodded eagerly in response and Sam gripped your hips tighter before he started fucking up into you. Your moans were borderline pornographic but you were finding it hard to keep yourself quiet. You leaned down until your chest was flush with Sam's and you bit into his shoulder. Your breathing was picking up and you could feel yourself becoming dizzy. Each time he thrust into you, he rubbed against your clit giving you feel the build in your stomach once more, but it was stronger than it ever had been. You clenched around him and he let out a moan that was enough to bring you to your peak.

“Sammy, I'm gonna cum," You whined loudly, your moans completely cutting off from the overstimulation. Your legs were beginning to shake and your nails gripped into his side, leaving crescent mooned shaped marks.

"Not yet," He shook his head and your eyes squeezed shut.

"Sam," You warned but he shook his head again.

"I said wait,"

"But I'm gonna- FUCK," You cried out, feeling your high taking over. Your thighs were soaked and Sammy let out a loud moan before you could feel the hot, sticky spurts of him fill you up. Your vision was hazy as stars clouded your vision. You felt light-headed as you had trouble catching your breath. Sam rode himself through his high and you bit down on his shoulder. His movements finally stopped and the two of you laid there for a while, trying to catch your breath. Sam gently ran his fingers along your back, sending slight goosebumps against your skin. You could feel your eyes growing heavy, sleep so easily wanting to take over. You moved your head slightly to push your face into his neck, breathing in the aroma of his sweaty skin and the cloud of sex that filled the air.

"Let's get you cleaned up, hm?" Sam said softly and you gave him a soft nod.

"I don't think I can get up," You mumbled and he let out a soft laugh. He finally pulled out of you before gently flipping you over. He got up and slid his sweatpants back on before leaving the room and you could hear the sound of the water running in the bathroom moments later. He came back into the room with a rag to clean you up as best as he could before pressing soft kisses to your face and your neck.

"I'm running you a bath. Do you want me to carry you?" He asked softly. You nodded your head and you felt him pick you up. You pressed your face into his chest as he walked the two of you to the bathroom. He sat you on the toilet and left the room for a moment. You took care of yourself before you stood up, and stepped into the bathtub. Your legs were shaky and your hips were sore but the warm water helped ease all of the tension in your muscles.

Sam came back a few minutes later with some clothes in hand and he took off his sweatpants again, stepping into the tub behind you. He stretched himself out as best as he could and you leaned back against his chest. He drew random patterns over your stomach as the two of you relaxed, trying his best not to disturb you.

After a while, the water started to turn cold and Sam helped you out, wrapping a towel around your frame. He dressed you in a pair of fluffy sweatpants that you had and the shirt that he was wearing early and carried you into the living room. He disappeared off into the bedroom and came back a short while later with your bedding in his arms, setting it into your washer. He went into the kitchen and warmed up the food he had ordered for the both of you before bringing it over and setting it down on the coffee table. Your stomach started to growl and Sam laughed as he looked at you.

"Eat, baby. I already made you cum."

"I thought it was dinner and then you were going to make me cum?" You asked innocently, hoping he'd take the hint of another round. He looked at you once more before laughing again and shaking his head.

"What am I going to do with you?"

***

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Wildflowers | SFK

Word Count: 556

[Content warnings: none!! This is simply a fluffy little blurb!]

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x f!reader

After months of traveling and touring, the guys finally had some time off. It was time for a vacation, and you were excited to spend time with the guys at one of your favorite places. The group of you always loved going to a cabin surrounded by beautiful foliage, a calming lake, and hiking trails. 

You had been there for a couple days, and it was time for someone to go into town to restock the things you would need. Of course, you and Sam always ended up being voluntold to go and pick up the things that you needed. You grabbed your bag and headed towards Sam’s car. 

Sam pulled out of the driveway, heading towards town, his phone connected to the car’s speaker, as the song I Saw Her For The First Time by Dr. Dog, played softly while you started to make a list of things that you needed at the store. 

“Mm, I love this song…it reminds me of you,” Sam said, his hand reaching over to grab yours, bringing it towards his lips and planting a soft kiss on your hand, causing you to blush in response to his actions. 

“You’re the sweetest, Sammy,” you replied, enjoying the music with Sam’s hand still in yours until you pulled up to a stop sign. Instead of just stopping, he put the car in park, unbuckling his seatbelt, and let out his typical ‘stoner’ laugh as he got out of the car. 

“Sammy, what are you doing?” you laughed, unsure of why your boyfriend parked the car and got out of it. Sam trekked around the car and pulled at the wildflowers in the ground, gathering them in his hands. Once he was satisfied with his bundle of flowers, he got back into the car. You looked at him with a bit of a questioning look, and he smiled goofily in return.

“I just love you a lot, bubba,” Sam said, flowers still in one hand and placing his other hand on your cheek as he brought you towards him, kissing you sweetly.

“These,” he started, motioning to the flowers, “these are for you, honey,” he gave you another goofy smile and handed you the bunch of wildflowers. Your eyes widened a bit at the sweet gesture. 

Sam was always so intentional with showing you how much he loved you. Whether it was him helping you do things around the house, complimenting you, prioritizing your time together, or bringing you little gifts when he sees something that reminds him of you. He also shows you how much he loves and cherishes you through his touch…sweetly, lovingly, intimately, knowingly.

“Sammy,” you smiled, tears starting to form in your eyes, “You make my heart so happy. Thank you, I-I don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t say that, Y/N. Don’t say that you don’t deserve me. You are everything to me, Y/N. You know that,” he replied, lovingly yet sternly. 

“It’s just so surreal to me sometimes that you love me. I never thought anyone would ever feel that way about me.” you admitted. 

“Hey, hey, hey, Y/N, it’s not what I feel for you,” he starts, his eyes meeting yours as he brings his hand to your cheek, then kissing your lips again, “it’s what I don’t feel for anyone BUT you.”

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Cow Poked. Chapter 2

Daniel Wagner/Samuel Kiszka Fanfic

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Karma Sutra | Sam Kiszka X Reader | Part 4

Warnings: conversations about virginity, fluff, bestfriend (Paige) angst, Sam singing/ slow-dancing, Sam being disgustingly thoughtful and loving.

Word Count: 4.4K

A/N: I love the feelings that this chapter gives me...the warm fuzzies, for sure, though there is some forshadowing of things to come.

Summary: Sam. Sam. Sammy. The name resonates through your body like homecoming, a name that leaves your heart beating out of rhythm...you hope this lasts forever.

For weeks, you and Sam played the same dance, traveling between your apartments to test each other’s boundaries. He was extremely patient–a quality of his that you never expected, but one that made you feel comfortable and cared for. “When you’re ready, I will be here. I won’t ask for anything more than what you’re comfortable with,” he had said to you a few weeks ago after a particularly intimate evening together. At that moment, it really wasn’t even about sex. He knew that you were still a virgin. You were hesitant to talk about it at first, impressing the stigma that had haunted you your entire adolescence. You’re inexperienced, childish, uncool, undesirable. All because you hadn’t had sex yet. He understood that to you, giving your body to another person was an act of devotion and of love, and that when you are ready, it would matter. It would be special. 

In past years, you had found yourself in several situations where you felt like you had connected with someone, only for them to pressure you into sexual favors. You’d always shut down after that. The stigma encircling virginity had always nauseated you. You were no less of a woman for not having had sex with someone; you weren’t prepared to be that vulnerable with casual flings or even boyfriends that you didn’t love. Over the past month, you were beginning to feel the walls that you had put up beginning to crumble.

“So I was thinking,” Sam said as he drove to dinner, stealing glances over at you. “The winter formal is coming,” He paused, seemingly fraught with nerves. “I was wondering if you wanted to go with me.” You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel butterflies take over your body. You couldn’t help but grin at him, your face most likely looking ridiculous. “What?” he said through a chuckle, looking at you. You shook your head, reaching for his hand. 

“You–Samuel Francis Kiskza,” You said, entertained by the question, “Voluntarily attending a college dance? With one girl…one…” You poked up one finger in the air, poking fun at his previous lack of monogamy. He eyed you softly before focusing back on the road, remaining silent. He’s serious. 

“Sam, I was just kidding. I’d love to go with you,” you answered, reaching for his hand. He glanced at you with a soft smile, taking your hand and squeezing it. 

“I have another question for you,” he continued matter of factly, pulling up to a red light. 

“Uh oh,” you responded, beaming at him with a toothy grin. 

“Come on, I’m being serious,” he said, squeezing your hand. 

“Okay, what is it?” you asked, realizing that he wasn’t as playful as you thought he would be. His expression was pulled forward as if deep in thought. 

“Well, we’ve been spending more and more time together, and I just…I have more than just casual feelings for you,” He paused, searching for the next words. “I just, I wanted to know if you wanted to be like…,” he paused again, leaving the car silent as he drove forward in response to the green light. You decided to take a risk. 

“Be your girlfriend?” You asked, a cringe rolling down your body, preparing for the embarrassment. Except, it didn’t come. You heard Sam audibly sigh as if releasing a ton of pressure from his body. 

“Yes.” He grasped your hand tighter and you could see his cheeks reddening as if he were a little kid, innocently asking a pretty girl to be his girlfriend at recess. 

“I’d love that,�� you said, wishing you could kiss him without wrecking the vehicle. “I wish you’d have asked me while we were parked so I could kiss you.” 

He chuckled, turning off into the nearest parking lot, which ended up belonging to the local Bank of America branch. He placed the car in park and instead of leaning over the dash, he got out of the vehicle completely, coming over to your side and opening your door for you. 

“Hold please.” He said with a smirk, reaching for his phone. After tapping a few buttons, you could hear a new song begin to play inside the car. You recognized it. It was one of your favorite songs, “Everything Has Its Place” by Young Mister. He handed out his hand for you to take. “Can I have this dance?”

“Sam, what?” You looked outside of the vehicle, at the cars rushing by and at the people driving through the ATM line. “Right here?”

“Yes. Come here.” He asked simply with a nod, this time reaching for your hand and pulling you up and out of the car. This certainly wasn’t a conventional way to woo a woman, but you would remember this forever. You stood in front of him, leaving the car open, listening to the lilt of the music fill the space around you. He pulled you into him naturally, lacing one hand in yours and the other around your waist. You felt his warm body pressed against yours, an undeniable and overwhelming feeling of happiness blooming through your body. 

 He matched the tempo of the music in a simple two-step rhythm. Your belly bounced with the feeling of wanting to cry, wanting to kiss him, wanting to laugh. He made you feel so special, and it was impromptu moments like these that made you genuinely happy to be with him. 

You listened to the familiar lyrics as you danced with him. 

Everything has its place

It is certain to me now

Wild and arranged

We were built for the same purpose somehow

Every word in the world

Could join hands and sing

And still fall short of ever capturing

As sure as a ring goes with a hand

Stars with the moon

Just like the ocean pairs well with the sand

I go with you.

“I’ve been working on my form,” He said finally, prompting you to lift your head to look up at him. 

“Mm, and how’s that working for you,” you asked, your smile so large it was beginning to ache. 

“I haven’t blown it with her yet, I don’t think,” he responded, bending down closer to you. 

“For what it’s worth, I think you’re doing a great job,” you said, leaning in, waiting for him to close the gap with the warmth of his lips. “You’re perfect.”

***

“I never thought you’d end up with him is all I’m saying,” Paige said, sprawled out at the end of her bed, idly scrolling through her phone. “He’s always been so…slimy. Sexy, I’ll give you that–but slimy. The ultimate fuck boy.” She broke her gaze from her iphone to find your eyes discovering that you were not amused. 

“What?” She said, shrugging and rolling to her side, resting on her elbow. “You’re gonna tell me you didn’t think he was a total fucking douche before you guys got together?” She was annoyingly smacking several sticks of bubblegum and her auburn curls fell into her face, causing her to have to blow at them from out the corner of her mouth. “And let’s be honest. You and him? Not the best match.” 

You rolled your eyes at her keeping the secret of the twinge of hurt writhing deep within your gut when she pointed out the obvious. “He’s notorious, Y/n. Don’t get me wrong, he’s beautiful, maybe even a work of art–but is he the real thing, or just another asshole? Smoke and Mirrors can only work for so long until the jig is up.” 

“Can you stop speaking in metaphors and leave my boyfriend out of this?” She had hit a sensitive spot and you couldn't help but throw up a new boundary, even to your best friend. 

“Boyfriend? Since when did that happen?” She pressed, her eyes widening. “Sam doesn’t do that thing,” she said, shaking her head back and forth. “I’ve never pinned him as the person to settle.” Paige was beginning to seriously piss you off. 

“Settle? You think he’s settling with me?” You asked, suddenly pissed off. 

“No, no, no!” She said, springing forward with her hands up in front of her in a defensive display. “That’s not what I meant. I just think he’s scared of domesticity.”

You lowered your hackles and adjusted in bed. “He’s been my boyfriend since he asked me. And it was very sweet.” You paused before asking sarcastically, “And since when did you know everything about him?” You wanted to keep yours and Sam’s dance to yourself. You usually told Paige everything, but at this point, you felt that there were newfound boundaries for the things that you could reveal to her. She had a problem with Sam and it bothered you that she continued to shit on him. The Sam you knew was very different from the Sam she claimed she did. From there on out, you decided that you would keep the special things in your relationship to yourself. Paige wouldn’t share the same excitement for you as you would ever hope for. You felt that any information given to her in good confidence would be scrutinized as if it were all an act or some kind of joke. 

“I’m sure he recycles those words for everyone.” She said, which was the final straw. “I don’t trust him, and I don’t like him.”

“You know what? Since you know everything, read the obvious,” you said, getting up out of the bed and throwing your middle finger up, storming out of the apartment.

“What? Y/n, I wasn’t trying to–” Slam. You threw the front door closed, listening to it rattle the walls as you huffed down the sidewalk. 

“Y/n, stop! I’m sorry, I was just–” You cut her off as you stomped to your car. 

“You were just shitting on my boyfriend, someone who I like very much. Why do you care so much?” you spat at your best friend, pissing yourself off at the realization. “Are you fucking jealous?” you asked in disbelief, a sardonic chuckle escaping into the parking lot of the complex. 

“What? Y/n are you on crack?” Paige said, walking to the end of the sidewalk with her arms crossed across her chest. “I have a boyfriend!”

“You know what? Nevermind, forget it. I’m just PMSing. I’m sorry,” You ended the argument before it could start, but you continued to walk away. “I’m tired. I’m just gonna go home.”

“You could just stay here,” she tried.

“No, I just don’t feel good, and you know I like being in my own bed,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. You didn’t have the energy to fight with her, so you decided it was easier to lie and escape. You felt a big helping of sorrow, enough for the both of you, drop to the bottom stomach. It left you with anxiety as you drove away from her apartment and it took you far too long to realize that you were holding your breath. Heaving a sigh, you called the first person you could think of. 

“Hey, what are you up to?” You said in a neutral tone, trying your best to conceal the upset. 

“I just got done at the piano store. What’s wrong?” He asked. Dammit. Cover blown. Was it really that easy to tell?

“Nothing, I just–I miss you.” You admitted, pulling up to a red light. Dusk was approaching, only a few streaks of pink remained in the sky. 

“Well, I’m on Gusset Road. Only five minutes away from my dorm. Wanna come over?” He asked. You had only been to his apartment once, and it was when his roommates were nowhere to be seen. 

“Uh, are the boys going to be there?” you asked him. 

“Probably, but who cares. Don’t worry about them, Y/n. They probably have their own share of problems to worry about–venereal disease? Waking up drunk somewhere…maybe even naked.” he said. You could tell he was grinning on the other side of the phone. 

“Okay.” You said. Sam’s roommates were insufferable. You knew them to be jackasses; any and every interaction you’d ever had with them usually began and ended with a comment on your appearance. 

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, baby. Completely up to you.” 

“No Sam, It’s all good. I want to see you. I’ll be there in ten,” you said, deciding to take one for the team. If you were going to be exclusive with him, you shouldn’t feel uncomfortable spending time with him anywhere. You chose to step out of your comfort zone and reroute to meet him at his apartment. 

You got there after him, but luckily he was still parked in his space waiting for you. Of course, he looked effortlessly handsome. You parked in the open space beside him, offering him a smile as you turned your car off and got out. 

“Well, hello lovely,” He said with a sing-songy voice, getting out and closing his car door, pulling you to him. He leaned in and kissed you softly. “How is my sunshine?” He smoothed the hair down on the top of your head before placing a kiss there. 

“I’m alright,” you said, taking his hand, lacing your fingers with his. You knew he didn’t believe you–nothing was really wrong, you just felt weird and insecure in the relationship–like part of you didn’t trust your place with Sam. 

He led you inside, squeezing your hand and swinging your arm as he walked with you. As the front door of the apartment swung open, you saw Christian walking across the room wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He turned to you. “Oh, hey there, beautiful.” He winked at you, sucking his teeth with a grin that left you feeling queasy. You remained quiet as you observed him. “Mother Teresa gone silent? Taken a vow of silence?” 

“I think you should look into taking that vow yourself.” Sam said, tossing his keys on the kitchen island. 

Christian shrugged, grabbing a banana and unpeeling it. “Have fun, you two,” he said, winking as he took almost the entire length of the fruit into his mouth. 

“Looks like you’ve got a lot of experience,” you said, garnering enough courage to pick at him. 

“That was a good one, Y/n,” Christian said, patting you on the back harder than he intended. You couldn’t help but look at him with disgust. “You’ll get some too. Soon, hopefully.” Christian’s eyes met Sam’s with yet another wink. He retreated to his room, slamming the door behind him. 

“Is he always such a prick?” You asked, turning to Sam.

“If you had to ask,” He said, pulling you in by your shoulders, “you already know the answer. He’s a dumbfuck. Don’t listen to him.” He kissed you gently as his thumbs stroked your skin softly. “Trust me enough to do something risky?” He asked, his eyes brightening with mischief.

You narrowed your eyes skeptically. “Should I be worried?” 

“Only if you’re afraid of heights.” He took your hand, grabbed his keys and ushered you out the door without time for you to protest.

“Wait, no!” you yelped as he pulled you down the hall. “Sammy!” 

“Come on! Trust me!” You ran with him down the hall, towards a fire exit. 

“It’s not alarmed,” he said, pushing open the door. You couldn’t help but cringe as you crossed the threshold onto the external fire escape. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you said out loud when you realized how high up you were, feeling the breeze fluttering across your cheek. Granted, Sam’s apartment was on the third floor. It wasn’t a high rise apartment–eight stories, but you still couldn’t help but picture your body going splat on the pavement. 

“Don’t worry, Y/n. I promise you that it’ll be worth it. I come up here all the time.” He pulled you to the inside of the steep stairway, so that you were adjacent to the concrete wall and his right side. You felt safer this way, but nowhere near calm. Surprisingly, it was an uncharacteristically warm evening compared to what you were used to. The breeze still chilled you, but you were wearing one of Sam’s oversized pullovers, so it helped to lessen the cold. You climbed each stair with terrified accuracy, and you held on to Sam so tightly that you were surprised he didn’t cry out. 

“You’re crazy!” You muttered through gritted teeth as you set foot on the final landing, arriving on the roof. He chuckled through his nose as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. 

“Watch this.” You looked up at him in time to see him flick a light switch inside a breaker box on the wall beside you. The roof was suddenly illuminated with rope lights in a surprisingly lovely display. It almost looked like a proper terrace–one from a rooftop bar of a luxury apartment. It was apparent that he or someone had wrapped the lights in a way that used what was available; several strings looped around gutter pipes, old, outdated cable antennae and various poles, but the effect was exquisite, splashing warm light upon the concrete floor and the balustrades that wrapped around the roof.

 “What’s this?” you asked, stepping forward. 

“Mmm, It’s a spot that only the coolest know about.” He grinned, looking down at you.

“And who’s that? The pigeons?”

He rolled his eyes and walked with you. There was a short concrete wall built into the middle of the roof. For what reason? You had no idea, but as he walked you around it, you could see what Sam had turned it into. Behind it, there was a makeshift pallet, cushioned with several blankets and pillows butted up against the hard wall. He had taken a sheet and secured it to the wall and the other end pulled over one of the strings of lights to create something like a tent. 

“This may very well catch fire,” you said, grinning up at him.

“Shh,” he said, kneeling down on the blankets. “Join me.” He held his hand out for you to take. The little lean-to pillow fort was beautiful in the dim light. It didn’t take grand gestures to impress you. Your stomach couldn’t help but flutter with feeling. Sam was exactly what you needed.

You watch him fiddle beneath the covers to reveal a small Coleman cooler. “How did you–you had all of this prepared?” You asked, confused as to how and why he would pull this together with such little notice. 

“Well, I wasn’t really in town when you called,” he admitted with blushing cheeks. 

“So you literally ran the pillows, blankets and cooler up here while I was driving here?”

“Some have said I can be romantic at times,” He opened the cooler to reveal a half-drunk bottle of rosé over ice and a carton of strawberries. “I uh–I borrowed the bottle from Olivia next door to me. Didn’t have time to go to the store.” He looked at you, blushing from slight embarrassment. 

“You are such a dork,” you said, pulling your hands up to his cheeks, pulling him to you. You kissed him, letting your upset fall away upon his lips. 

“Sam, thank you. Thank you so much.”

“It’s nothing, really.” He sat with his back against the wall, pulling you to cuddle into him. 

“No, you just don’t understand. No one has done something like this for me.” You make sure to find his eyes, communicating to him that it was the truth and that it mattered to you. “It matters,” you finished, echoing your thoughts out loud to him. 

“Well, you matter to me, Y/n. So much.” 

***

“Tell me,” You asked, laying flat on your back beside Sam, your fingers tangled together, thumbs fidgeting, stroking each other’s hand absently. “What’s it like having a set of twins as your brothers?”

He sat quiet for a moment after releasing a chuckle through his nose. “Do you happen to like the sound of nails on a chalkboard? Mixed with a nursery of crying babies? Or being in the same room as pretentious book nerds at a biweekly book club meeting? One has to outdo the other with their views of altruism and intellectualism… I’d assume it’s quite entertaining from the outside.” He rolled his head to the side and you did the same, meeting his eyes.

“How about being the youngest? What’s that like?” You asked him. You let the questions fall out in genuine curiosity. You hoped Sam didn’t mind. 

“Lonely, if I’m being honest. Growing up, Jake and Josh were inseparable. I mean, they’re twins, how couldn’t they be?” Sam spoke matter-of-factly. “And of course there’s Ronnie. I love her, but we don’t have a super close bond or anything like that.” 

There was silence for a long moment. “Can I ask you another question?” you asked, anxiety building in your gut. 

“Always.” He said simply. 

“Why do you let people pin you as a…” you fumbled for the right word. 

“Douchebag? Jerk? Asshole?” He finished the question for you. You watched him shrug. “Because in many ways, I have been exactly that.” His honesty surprised you. He had no reason to lie, but his openness with admitting his faults intrigued you. 

“I’m trying,” he continued. “I don’t want to be that piece of shit everyone knows me as. Not anymore.” He squeezed your hand. “I have done many things I am not proud of.” He paused. “But I met you. And that’s where I’ll start new. I’m happy to have met you. You make me want to be a better person. For you.”

Paige’s words nicked at the edges of your train of thought. I don’t trust him. I don’t like him. Were you naive to believe Sam? Even after knowing his reputation? He sat there, admitting it as the truth, choosing not to avoid it, either. 

“I’m new to this,” you said, looking into his eyes. “Call me immature, or naive,” you said, shrugging. “But I just need someone who loves me and wants me. Completely. No bullshit.” You felt his thumb rolling circles into the softness of your hand. “I don’t want to be hurt. I trust you.” you nodded, as if reassuring yourself at your own words. “I trust you, Sam.” 

“I’ll do my best to keep it that way,” he answered, bringing your hand up to his lips, kissing it lightly. 

You sat there with him for a long while, staring up at the night sky. It was a shame because clouds kept drifting over the view of the stars, leaving you pleading for just a sliver of their brilliance. You laid snuggled against Sam, relishing in every little moment that the stars would shine through the cloud cover. 

“I’ve told you a lot about me tonight.” He began, and it was true. “Tell me about your childhood. What was little Y/n like?” You swallowed. Yikes. 

“Well, I grew up not too far from here. About three hours south. I’m an only child. My parents wanted more, but it just wasn’t in the cards. I was a miracle baby, come to think of it.” Sam readjusted, turning on his side. “My mom was already thirty six when she had me, and it was after years of trying.” There was a silence between the two of you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. 

“My first friends were really my mom and dad–maybe my cousins. It was hard making friends in school. I stuck with two or three good friends throughout much of grade school.” 

You swallowed, feeling emotion tugging at the back of your throat. “My childhood was a good one. My parents worked hard to give me anything and everything I needed…” You paused, feeling sadness swelling in your gut. 

“Hey,” Sam said, moving closer. “Everything okay?” He rubbed your shoulder gently, feeling you begin to retreat. 

“I’m okay,” you said, sniffling back the tears that threatened to fall. “ I didn’t expect to feel so–” you said before pausing. 

“Is it your dad?” He asked softly after a moment. You nodded in response, wiping at your eyes. 

“I’m sorry. In the moment I forgot. I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. You know I don’t talk about it often.” You pulled yourself closer into him, laying your head on his chest. “I avoid dealing with it. I don’t think I’ve ever truly grieved for him.” You felt him stroke your hair as you spoke. 

“I’ll be here, Y/n. I’ve never suffered a loss like that. I don’t know what it must feel like, but I want to be there for you. If you’ll let me.” 

You sniffled, feeling the pain beginning to recede. “You are the best, Sam.” 

“I highly doubt that. I’m highly cynical and self absorbed, but I guess I have my moments.” You could hear the grin in his voice, making you shake your head. “Can I ask you something?”

“Hm?” you asked, still snuggled into him.

“How would you feel about meeting my family?” 

Your eyebrows rose instantly. You weren’t expecting him to say that. “I mean, I’d love to meet them. Are you sure?” You asked, taken aback by his desire to introduce you to his family. 

“I’m sure, Y/n. I know things are relatively new. But I’ve never been more sure about something like this.” 

Just like that, he had capped the night with the exact thing you needed to hear. That you mattered, and that you were special. He was letting you into his life, beyond the surface, beyond the version of Sam that he offered to everyone. Everyone except you. 

“You okay?” He asked quietly after a minute. You hadn’t realized that he wasn’t privy to the conversation you were having to yourself. 

“I am more than okay,” you answered, unclasping your hand from his, and rolling over to grab his face with your fingertips. He pulled you in without a word, kissing the softness of your lips. “Sunday Dinner?” He asked, hovering above your mouth as the kiss came to an end. 

“Sounds like a plan,” you said before leaning in and kissing him again.

End of Part 4.

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[mulberrimouse]

Night Under The Stars

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Part 1

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: Senior year, 3 weeks until school is out. You go on a field trip with the senior classes and get paired with Sam Kiszka through the buddy-system rule your teachers use.

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Fem Reader

Warnings: nothing much, a little teasing in public, the use of the word "whore" once, that's about it!

I apologize for any spelling/grammar mistakes! This is my first fanfic on here so I hope you enjoy :)

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Field trips were the best part of school for you. It was an extra-special break from Fluorescent lighting, people slamming on desks, screaming, moaning and giggling after as if they thought they were the funniest person in the world, teachers taking out thier anger on teenagers with bad grades and snide remarks about their futures, and mean kids who wanted to string up anyone that was different than them. They were a relief. Your favorite days in school. And today was probably going to be your favorite one! It was a camping trip for all the senior classes. You couldn't wait to breathe the fresh air, smell the flowers, see cool bugs, and stargaze.

It was 9 in the morning when you woke up. It's almost the end of the year, about 3 weeks until the last day, and it's your senior year so the school was pretty okay with you showing up late. You already had your bag packed for the trip. It contained some cute, light clothes to combat the heat, small toiletries, sunscreen, bug spray, and a few books. Headphones had been packed, too. The school wanted to give you guys some freedom and let you roam around where ever, as long as it was a safe distance, do you figured you'd be reading and listening to music quite a bit. You left a light kiss on your mom's cheek as she was sleeping and a note on the kitchen counter, telling her you packed the essentials and some snacks, and that you loved her. It was your mom's day off and she had given you permission to use her car to drive to school so you rolled down the windows and played some music, relishing in the feeling of the warm breeze whipping through your hair. It would be messy by the time you pulling into the parking lot, but you packed a brush so it didn't really matter.

You walked into your class at 9:17 and sat down, happy that you had some time to go over and organize your bag a little more before everyone got on the busses and left for the trip. Excitement practically surged through your bones. That is, until Samuel walked in and sat right next to you. What. The hell. You ignored him, even though his eyes were burning holes into your soul. He had a way of doing that; burning you without even lighting a flame. You'd decided that it was because you hated him so much but, deep down, that wasn't true.

Yes, Sam was annoying. He was confident to the point it seemed like arrogance. He was loud, constantly laughing and telling jokes. Ever the social butterfly, it seemed he flirted with every girl on campus. Even though he was unbearable, you could never deny he was absolutely gorgeous. He had almost shoulder length brown hair, a sharp jawline, pointed nose, and very clear skin. He was tall and skinny, but you saw him partake in obnoxious arm wrestling with a few of "the guys" on your class, making it very obvious he was quite strong.

It was annoying that you were thinking of all of this right now, but you couldn't help yourself. Memories flee past in your mind of you catching him looking over at you after he told a joke or answered a question. He even came over a few times to ask for help on some questions.

"Hey.. I need help on number 4. I know the teacher explained it but I just... I don't understand." You nodded and explained everything as clear as possible. Sam watched you intently the whole time. After you showed him what to do, he nodded and smiled. "Oh thank you! That makes so much more sense than what Ms. Kay said earlier." Sam looked into your eyes again and you felt your face get hot. You nodded quickly and turned back to your paper, hoping he didn't notice. He did.

You tried to ignore him for as long as possible, needlessly moving random things around in your bag, until he spoke up.

"That's like... the third time you moved that book back into that pocket."

You stared at him wordlessly, holding eye contact for as long as possible. You wanted him to know that he didn't intimidate you. The plan crumbled entirely when he smiled at you. Your eyes dropped to your bag again, and you opened the pocket more aggressive than necessary to move it again, trying to deflect the feeling in your stomach.

Why the hell are you nervous?? You don't have any reason to be. He had no right-

"Can I at least see what book it is? I'm looking for something new to read."

"Uh.. Sure. Here."

He took the book from you and his fingers brushed against yours. It seemed like he did it on purpose..

Nonononononononononono. No. Stop it. Don't do that to yourself. He's annoying. He's obnoxious.

"Oh! I haven't read this one yet. Do you mind if I take a picture?

His phone was in his hand the instant you shook your head. Then, after saying thank you, he walked over to a small crowd of his friends you didn't even realize walked into the room. Your face grew hot again when you heard them laugh. Immediately, thought raced through your head. Stupid, insecure shit about whether or not they were laughing at you. Whether or not he interacted with you just to have something to joke about. Sam never did that to anyone but you'd interacted with enough of the ~popular kids~ in your class to be comfortable with that conclusion. Thankfully, Ms. Kay walked in and told them all to sit in their seats. You expected this. It was 9:30 now, and there was only 30 minutes until the busses showed up. What you didn't expect was Sam sitting next to you again.

"Ooooookay class! We have about half an hour til we leave. Please listen carefully as I am about to tell you one of the most important rules of the trip. I know you're all almost adults, so we want to give you freedom, but you're also still teenagers so rules are rules and you have to follow them. Today and tomorrow, we will be using the buddy system. You and your buddy will share bus seats, some camping supplies, and wherever you go, your buddy will go with you. Understood?" Everyone in class nodded their head, "Your buddy will be the person sitting next to you. You guys have free seating so I'm just gonna assume that you're sitting next to your friend and, if you aren't, now you get to make a new friend. I'm going to write down you and your buddy's name and if I see you two split up unless you're going to the bathroom, you will get in trouble. That is a safety precaution and it will not happen on my watch. Got it?"

As soon as she was finished explaining the rule, you turned your head to Sam and found that he was already looking at you. He was smiling. Like... actually smiling. It didn't seem like he was pleased with himself for causing feelings you didn't understand. He seemed genuinely happy.

Shit. I can't do this. Oh god. Okay. Calm down, pull yourself together..... Oh god.

"Well buddy...", he grinned wider, "want me to carry your bag to the bus?"

"Nono that's not necessary. I got it." I tight smile flashed across your face before you looked down and grabbed your bag. You shuffled past him but he caught up with you quickly. It was silent the entire time you boarded the bus. You made your way to the back and sat next to the window with your bag in your lap and Sam next to you. It was a 3 hour ride to the camp ground and you had very little intention of speaking. You thought you should feel bad but you didn't even know what to talk about.

"You're very quiet, ya know?"

"So?" You turned to respond but made sure you didn't turn as soon as he spoke. You didn't want him to have the satisfaction of knowing he had your attention already.

"Hmmm.. I think you're nervous. Do I give you butterflies, baby?" He leaned in closer to you, noses a few inches away from each other. His voice lowered into a deep whisper and you had to stop yourself from gasping a little. You composed yourself quickly enough to respond.

"Ugh, absolutely not. I just don't have anything to say."

"Is that so?" Sam cocked his head to the left and smirked. "Absolutely nothing?"

You nodded your head, just now realizing you didn't pull away from him and had been only a couple inches away from his face the whole time. A chuckle bubbles up from his chest as he leaned back into his seat. Right before you out your headphones on, you heard him whisper "You're a terrible liar, Y/N."

"Excuse me? I'm a liar now?"

"A poor excuse for a liar, but yes." He was holding excruciating eye contact with a smirk on his face.

God that stupid smirk.

The stupid smirk that gave you even stupider butterflies.

The stupid smirk that made you wanna kiss him just so you could finally see his face when he didn't know what to do.

Your head banged against the headrest as you groaned.

"I don't appreciate being called names but, if this has to happen, I can do the same thing, man-whore."

His jaw dropped for just a second before he coughed and came up with a retort. You took that as a win.

"Okay. My turn now. Excuse me?"

You had a sudden burst of confidence after catching him off guard. "You know what I mean Sammy boy. You are constantly flirting with every girl you look at!"

"I do not!! I mean.. Yeah but like.... ughhh"

"Wow! Samuel Francis Kiszka doesn't know what to say. I need memorialize this moment. This is rare." You giggled the whole time and he whipped his head around.

"Shut up. And don't use my full name. You aren't my mom." He sounded upset but he was biting back a smile.

You just hummed with a satisfied smirk before putting your headphones back on and turning to face Sam and lean your back on the wall/window area of the bus. Focusing on your book was proving to be difficult, though. It was impossible to stop sneaking looks at Sam. He was napping and looked so peaceful. He looked so... soft. God he was pretty.

His eyes shot opened and he immediately made eye contact with you. Your eyes dropped fast and you forced yourself to ignore him, yet again. This time, he just giggled and went back to sleep.

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[rat-gvf]

Like We Used To (Sammy X Original Character) Chapter List

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[peacefulfuckinarmy]

Somewhat Secret

Parings: Dom!Jake × Fem!Reader

Warnings: intoxication, sex while intoxicated. Public sex. Use of derogatory terms, like sexual terms. Unprotected sex. (Wrap before you tap folks)

Word Count: 1690k

Unedited!! If you find misspellings please point them out

A/N: soooooo here we go, this is my first fic on Tumblr! I'm really nervous but also really excited. I hope you guys enjoy it- well those of you who actually read it- please remember to like, comment, follow, and or repost, it always helps authors grow their content!

Hearts And Flowers

-Sky☁️

The chatter of the people in the small crowded bar filled your ears as you sipped on a glass of whiskey. Whiskey to you is liquid courage.

You are finishing your third glass of the night when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around and see long hazelnut hair sitting perfectly on someone's shoulders.

You look up expecting to see a woman but instead a pair of dark brown eyes of a man are looking back at you.

"Need something?" You ask, your gaze  lingering at the mans lips. "Well it's not particularly a need per say but a question." He replies, chuckling softly seeing your gaze on his mouth.

You force your eyes to meet his and you straighten your posture to make yourself look taller than you are. "And what exactly would that be?" You say as you cross your arms.

He seems to be a bit nervous now, his confidence faltering. He scratched the back of his neck looking down at the floor. "Would you care to dance?" The man says with a small smile.

You look over him taking in that he's only about an inch taller than you and you giggle at the thought.

"What's got you so giggly?" He asks you crossing his arms. "Well I'm just thinking about the fact that you're barely taller than me." You finish with a soft laugh once again.

He rolls his eyes "why is that the first thing anyone ever sees when they look at me?" He chuckled. "Anyways, about that dance?" He prys.

You think it over and decided the continue your little chat before accepting. "Based on what?" It's your turn to cross your arms.

"Based on you're absolutely stunning and anyone could pick you out across a room." He hums to himself undoubtedly confident in his words.

As much as you don't want to admit it a deep blush creeps it's way across your face. "Now you're just buttering me up." You bite your bottom lip, which is kind of dry, you think to yourself.

"I dont even know your name, I couldn't dance with someone I don't know the name of" you rally.

He smirks, "the names Jake, luv, and yours?" He asks. "Y/N" you state. "Beautiful name for a beautiful woman."

Your blush growing darker, you hope he can't see it I  the dim lighting of the bar, "so, have you thought about my offer of an amazing dance?"

"And why would I? I don't even know if you're a good dancer." You spit out trying to regain some confidence.

He snickers and holds his hand out. "Well I guess you'll have to find that out for yourself." He smiles and you reluctantly take his hand.

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You follow behind Jake, holding onto his hand, to the middle of the floor. Once you get there, he spins you around to where you are facing him.

"Well hello there" you say smiling, your whiskey finally, sort of hitting you.

"Hiya" he says spinning you around once more in a full circle.

You're both chest to chest swaying to the music, you lift your arms above yourself to wrap around Jake's neck hooking around the back of him, continuing to sway.

Little giggles and stuttering steps make it's way to you. You almost trip  when Jake moves his foot to turn around.

A very sexual sounding song turns on and you turn to where your back is to Jake's chest and you drag your hands down and around his neck, to your chest, and down your body.

You continue dancing, a bit more intimately than you would like to admit. You start grinding back into Jake, followed by little giggles from yourself when you look up and see him biting his lip.

"What's wrong Jakey?" You slur out, his hands find their way to your hips and and leans down and whispers in your ear.

"If you don't want to be fucked in a dirty bathroom in a bar, I suggest you stop grinding yourself onto me." He groans into your ear.

You turn around and start running your hands down his arms and chest leading down to his abdomen.

You grind your thigh into his, half hard cock, you moan feeling his hardness against you.

He grabs you by the arm and drags you into the women's bathroom and shoved you against it.

"What the hell Jake, that hurt" you whine. He stops your whining by kissing you roughly.

"Oh my god" you say moaning into the kiss. He grabs you by the belt loops of your shorts and moves you over to the counter.

Still kissing you he runs a hand up your side and to the back of your neck pulling you closer.

He starts kissing down your neck and leaving little bites, his tongue makes it's way to your sweet spot right below your ear and you let out a high pitched whine.

Jake pulls away and looks at you longingly. "Is this okay- I mean touching you like this?"

You're so surprised by his act of asking for your consent your head is so dizzy. "yes Jake, please just fuck me" you moan out.

He begins slowly sliding down your shorts. You step out of your shorts.

You look at him and run your hand down his chest and grab the waistband of his tight black jeans. You move your hands closer and undo the button and pull down the zipper.

You pull down the jeans to his ankles, you look up and see his now rock hard erection.

You lean forward and put your mouth on him through his, busily printed boxer briefs.

Jake groans and reaches his hand down to grip in your hair. "Shit" he whispers into the air.

He pulls you up by the shoulders and gets centimeters away from your face, "I'm going to bend you over this counter and fuck you until you can walk luv." He nibbles the bottom of your earlobe.

"Fucking do it" you groan out. As soon as he hears those words leave your mouth he turns you around and bends you over.

Jake runs his hands over the small of your back and down your ass. Using his pointer finger he pulls at the small thin fabric of your thong and pulls it to the side.

He leans forward and kisses the back of your neck while he pulls down his underwear and leans back.

He holds the fabric of your thong to the side and trusts into you hard and deep without warning.

"Oh fuck, Jake" you moan out feeling him stretch you in the best way possible.

"I know, Y/n, I know, fuck you feel so good around me." He praises thrusting into you harder.

He runs one of his hands up your back and the other is planted on your hip, digging in.

You feel your hair being pulled lightly, seeing that it makes you moan Jake pulled it even harder making you look him in the eyes through the mirror.

You feel yourself tightening around him at the intense eye contact. He's the first one to look away. He looks down between you both to where he can see your bodies connecting.

He pulls out of you, you whine at the loss of contact, but then he turns you around and sits you on top of the sink.

He's kissing your neck and pulls your skintight maroon tank top down revealing your breasts.

He runs his cock up and down your clit and your head falls back. A sharp moan falls out of your mouth.

He pushes back into you and you latch onto his shoulders, your face in the small of his neck, whines falling from your lips.

You hear something but cant quite make out what it is, until you feel Jake slow his movements and when he looks to the bathroom door.

Someone is standing in the doorway, mouth wide open staring at you both. You make eye contact with the girl who has walked in.

Jake speeds up his movements and puts his fingers on your clit, circling them. "Join or get the fuck out" he growls getting impossibly closer to you.

The girl leaves the room and Jake runs his other hand up until it's on your throat.

His thrusts are getting sharper, but softer and your hips start bucking into him on their own accord.

"Just like that Y/n, fuck yourself on me" he bites into your shoulder muffling his own moans.

Jakes fingers on you clit start speeding up, pushing down slightly and before you know it you're coming undone.

The noises that leave your mouth are unholy, and beautiful, waves of pleasure pull you under.

You're cumming hard onto Jakes cock and he feels it, "Y/n I'm going to cum- fuck where do you want it?"

He seems frantic. You slide down on your knees -pussy still spasming- and take him in your mouth.

"Fuck my mouth Jake" and he does, he starts slow until he's on edge, he hits the back of your throat, you can barely contain your gagging.

"I'm cumming- oh shit, Y/n your mouth feels so goo-" before he could finish his sentence he's cumming hard in your mouth.

He's whimpering as you lick him off, cleaning him up, you swallow him down with a fucked out smile on your face.

As you get up off your knees Jake pulls you into a heated kiss. He pulls away and hands you your shorts as he puts his own on.

"Sooooo I wonder if we traumatized that girl who walked in earlier." He laughs at your comment.

You both walk out of the bathroom, "I'm parked out back...any chance I could get your number?" He asks

"Of course" you say, exchanging numbers and walk your separate ways.

You're getting in your car and you see a message from an unknown number

'Can't wait to see you again, hopefully really soon-

Love, Jake'

You drive home with a huge smile on your face, waiting on your next time seeing him.

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[gretnavanfleets]

lust / jtk 18+

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x female!reader

Word Count: 1,907

AN: I might have gotten a little carried away, oops!

Warnings: 18+. Rough, cursing, oral giving & receiving, light CNC (with aftercare), degrading kink, explicit sexual content. MINORS DNI.

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Jake scoffed, absentmindedly running his fingers through his hair before shooting a quick grimmace at you. He was laid across the couch as you stood crossarmed in the hallway. “There is no fucking reason you should be being such a bitch right now.“ He spat the words at you, causing you to flinch in shock before dropping your jaw.

“How dare you speak to me like that, what the hell is wrong with you?” You protested, tears welling in your eyes as you choked back your emotions and mustered up some sort of confidence to make yourself seem unphased. He groaned as he sat up from his spot, throwing his legs off the couch and straightening his back out. “Like what? You’re being a bitch and there’s nothing else to say about it.”

“I am not being a bitch, you’re being an asshole actually.” He could hear the shake in your voice, you noticed as he stood and walked towards you. “An asshole?” He questioned, his body meeting yours only a few inches away. “Tell me how.” It wasn’t a demand, it felt more like a command.

“Well, you-“ You were cut off by his hand slapping over your mouth and your body hitting the wall behind you, you shot your eyes up to meet his with a ting of fear bubbling up.

He bent his head down, his lips barely grazing your jaw as he slightly snuggled into the crook of your neck to exhale a long hot breath on your skin before lifting his stance up to whisper into your ear. “I don’t know who you think you’re talking to little girl, you should know your place by now.”

You felt yourself sink beneath him, his hot hand still covering your mouth with a force that left you pinned to the wall. You felt as small as a bug with him hovering over, a look of sadistic delight in his eyes despite his smug frown. His warmth was fire against your skin as your back dug into the cold drywall behind you. You muffled something, trying to make any words fit through the gaps of his fingers. “What was that?” He beckoned, pulling his frame from your body and locking eyes with you. This was torment, he knew what he was doing. You whimpered against his skin, swallowing hard on the thick tension between the two of you. You turned your head slightly, as much as you could, away from his attention.

He tightened his grip onto the skin of your cheeks, forcing your face back to his. He smirked slightly before grinning at you, you could feel the heat in your stomach brewing as he scanned you top to bottom. He leaned into your neck again, kissing softly below your jaw, “I like it better when you’re silent.” His voice was harsh and rough, he loosened his grasp on your face and let go. He backed up, standing straight with his arms across his chest. You brought your hand up to your cheek, touching over the presumptive red marks his finger tips left and kept your eyes to the ground, attempting not to make eye contact with the tightening of his jeans between his hips and praying the pink on your cheeks read to him as actually upset rather than sexually flustered.

You thought to yourself, thinking of what you could say that would piss him off just enough. “Fuck you.” You mumbled, a short but sweet string of words you knew would have his hands death gripping your hair as he pushed you further down onto his cock. That’s what you wanted.

Jake grabbed your wrist, yanking you to his chest, his eyes enflamed with with the dominance you so wanted to invoke. “Excuse me?” he growled under his breath. His other hand soon grabbed your ass under your dress and you could feel as he dug his nails deep into your skin. You whimpered in pain, only receiving a smirk in response. He forced you to back onto the wall where you once again found yourself pinned by his weight and strength, one hand shifting from your ass to the wall for support and the other from your wrist to your throat, his grip was forceful, but you could breath just enough for you to know he was safe.

“You don’t want to play this game,” he provoked you, you squeezed your legs together and tried to swallow some of the saliva which pooled below your tongue. He kicked up his knee between your thighs, pushing your legs apart for himself before slipping his hand from the wall and down, his two forefingers slid against the silk of your panties as he a smug smile rolled off of the corner of his mouth. “Oh, you’re so wet already? You’re a fucking whore for me, huh?” His words made the pit in your stomach tingle as you buckled your hips into his fingers for more friction. “Daddy’s little slut” he spat at you, pointedly driving his fingers into your clit. This invoked a moan from the room which was left between his hand and your throat to speak, to which he loosened his grip ever so slightly. “Say it for me.”

You continue rolling your hips and buckling into his fingers as he swirled his fingers to the rhythm of your movements, the pleasure making you breathy and weak in the knees. He already knew you were all his, his little fuck toy, but you knew the longer you fought back the hard he’d drive into you. You shook your head in response, your eyelids dropping as you attempted to keep eye contact with him. He gave you a look, one that caused so much heat to rise in your skin before you gave in completely. “I’m a whore for you, please don’t-“

His mouth meeting yours quickly stopped your words, his tongue forcing its way behind your teeth. He curved his hand around the back of your neck as you kissed him back, your tongues gliding together slopply as his fingers below pulled back at the soaked fabric letting his finger tips meet you. You let a moan slip into his mouth as he maniacally picked up a rhythm on your clit with the movement of your hips. You moved your hands to his chest, clawing and grabbing at the matrial as you tried to hold yourself up for him despite your legs wanting to give out.

Jake pulled his hands from you and swiftly helped your dress off of you himself, leaving you standing against the wall half-naked. He returning his kiss to you as he undid your bra, dipping his head down with it as he dropped it to the floor as to take your nipple by his tongue, swirling it around before sucking it into his mouth. You watched him as he cupped your breast into his hand and bit down softly on the skin.

“Jake, please,” you pleaded him as he flickered his eyes up to you before he grabbed your hips and lowered himself onto his knees. You had no time to react before he slipped your panties down your hips and onto the floor and ran the flat of his tongue between your lips, his nose brushing your clit gently as he moved up to it, sucking it into his mouth. You balled your hand into his hair, pushing his face into you as you prodded yourself against him. “Please, fuck,” you were barely able to manage the words between whimpers and heavy breathing. You could feel his excitement rise as you rode his face, him coming up slightly for air every so often. He laid into you with his tongue and a passion that you could only whine and shutter under, his sounds of pleasure drawing your body further onto his.

As you began to reach your climax, Jake pulled off of you, grabbing your hand from his hair. He stood quickly and pulled you up to him, kissing you hard, his face and lips still slick from the encounter. The disconnection made you want to cry and you had already let a couple of tears fall from his hand to your throat minutes before. Jake grabbed your face with his hand, your chin in his palm. “You’re such a fucking mess, so pretty when you cry for me.” His eyes wandered your body, red and heated. You grew increasingly more insecure of his gaze on your bare skin. You could feel yourself sinking again, you wanted him to use you so badly and yet you wanted to slap him across the face just as much. “Though, I love seeing your mascara run more when you’re gagging on my cock.” his words made the breath hitch in your throat as he pushed you to your knees. You looked up at him from the floor, he watched you sit below him, his eyes continuously wandering. The determination on his face caused you to wriggle under his frame as he undid his jeans, pulling his boxers down. Your met eyes with his cock as he let his pants drop and relocated one hand back to the wall and one into your hair.

“Open,” he commanded and you obligated, soon you were succumbed to the demand of his hand holding your head still as he thrust his cock into your mouth. Your hands gripped to his thighs to hold steady as he moaned and mumbled under his breath, the mascara running streams down your face as his head hit your gag reflex. “You love taking my cock huh?” He breathed out, accompanied by a deep throaty moan. You nodded the best you could and looked up at him through your eyelashes. His thrusts became harder, his body was shaking and you could feel him pulse in your cheeks. “Fuck, baby,” Jake stuttered on his words as he pulled out of your mouth, you rose your hand to him and helped stroke out his orgasm, your tongue stuck out to clean the mess which was soon to come. He let his hand loose of the death grip in your hair as you pumped him, his cum soon filling your tongue and dripping onto your chest as he cursed under his breath, watching you intensely. You let your body drop when he finished, feeling exhausted and ready to just sleep on the carpet here if he’d let you.

You let your eyes shut for a moment as you tried to regain control of your breathing when he came down beside you, pulling your body into his chest. His hands stroked your hair and you found yourself resting in the crevice of his neck as he wrapped his arms around your limp frame.

“Are you okay, baby?” his voice was soft now, smooth and warm as he comforted you. “Yes, I’m okay.” You responded back smally, burying your face further into him. “Was that okay?” He asked again, more apprehensive this time. You rose from his chest and smiled at him, the sweat on his face glistened in the dim light of the house. “You’re everything I could ever want.” You reassured him, his concerned expression left his face as he stood, lifting you with him. He kept you wrapped in his arms and softly kissed your cheek, trailing his way up to your ear.

“Let’s finish you in the bedroom.”

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