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Times I Remember Well

(and Some That I Don’t)

Part 3

author’s note: Thank you for reading this ridiculous story. Now for the good stuff.

pairing: female!OCxjake

time frame: 2016-2018

word count: almost 7.8k this part

warnings: language, underage drinking (implied), mentions of sex and sexual situations, nudity, oral (m. and f. receiving), unprotected penetrative sex

You know how most people’s lives change pretty drastically when they move away for college?

What, were you expecting me to claim that I was different, special in some way?

I’m not.

If you’re wondering, Sam and I were fine. I guess he’d matured enough to keep speaking to me when he found out I’d almost fucked his brother. I was still immature enough to give him a classic three day long silent treatment over the whole Sam said he thought you were fucking that guy you dated thing.

I even made him agree to never bring me up to Jake again. Ever.

Anyway, my first semester of college kind of kicked my ass. I was smart enough, but I couldn’t decide on a major and it made the whole experience feel like a waste of time. I didn’t meet anyone worth much of my effort to get to know, and I spent a lot of nights alone in my dorm room. I barely even liked my roommate. Meanwhile, Sam was at home breezing through his last year of high school and preparing to actually go on tour.

Like a real tour. It was my worst nightmare. And I had to hear all about it when I came home for winter break.

But he was excited, of course he was. And I was proud of him. And Josh, and Danny. I couldn’t bring myself to have positive feelings for Jake. After he’d rejected and embarrassed me (again), I’d run off to school determined to lose my v-card to literally anyone who’d never been to Frankenmuth or heard of their band. Fortunately for me, almost no one had heard of either.

So, I did. And Matthew Nowak had been a very cursory and lazy fuck, but he got the job done. I mean, he popped the cherry or whatever, he didn’t make me come, and I never gave him another opportunity to try.

I almost didn’t even go home for Christmas, my dad had been begging me to come see him, but I knew if I didn’t go home, I might never see my best friend again.

Was that a little dramatic? Sure, but the dates for tour were going to start around my birthday, before he even graduated, and he wouldn’t be home for the entire summer. There were talks of getting signed, to a fucking label. Releasing their music to the world. Jake’s dreams were coming true and he was stealing my best fucking friend from me.

He really was an asshole.

I went back to school in the spring a little sad, nostalgic for a time when things were easy and fun, and I always had a weekend smoke sesh in the Kiszka garage to look forward to. There was nothing for me to look forward to in Ann Arbor. Until I met Soph.

Sophie and I were paired up within the first few days of one of our classes, and thank God we were. We clicked instantly, she was almost like a female version of Sam with even better hair.

She got me out of my slump, out of my dorm room and out of my own head.

As we started hanging out more outside of class, we learned about each other’s lives at home, and she let me talk endlessly about Sam. About moving away from Traverse and finding the best friend I’d ever had, growing up with him, becoming an adult at his side.

I don’t remember exactly when it happened, but eventually I ran out of stories and didn’t feel the need to talk about him much anymore.

For a few months, we worked hard and partied harder, and I felt more and more like myself, or my new self, with her help. My new self must have been putting out certain vibes that attracted attention, because I wasn’t hurting for it. Not that I really had back home, but home had narrowed my view, the Kiszkas my whole world. Even when I did date boys, Sam was there to tell me he didn’t like them, then Josh was there shining brighter than the sun, blinding me to them.

Then Jake was there. Ruining me for everyone else, just by existing.

In Ann Arbor, Soph had the opposite effect. Every guy was cute, cute enough to talk to, flirt with, party with. A select few were hot enough to make out with, let them touch our bodies, we would touch theirs. Dance with them, let them pull us close, throw our arms around them and tell them to take us somewhere quieter.

There was that one time, I’d gone back to this guy’s dorm and he’d put a playlist on shuffle. Ya know, so we wouldn’t be heard. And right before I put his dick in my mouth, fucking Highway Tune started playing.

Instant no. I left him there with a hard-on and zero promises of returning.

But anyway, Soph and I had fun every weekend, studied every weeknight. By the end of the second semester, we’d decided on my major, and made sure we would share more classes in the fall.

When summer break rolled around, we spent the first half with her family in Grand Rapids and the second, reluctantly, with my mom. Home was weird without Sam, but he was off galavanting across the U.S. Communication between us had been sparse, though he did call me once every few weeks to fill me in, and let’s be honest, brag. I didn’t mind the bragging, much, but even with how well things were going at school, I’d have given anything to drop it all and be with him.

Even if it meant tolerating Jake.

Life goes on, time keeps on slipping, the wheel in the sky keeps on turning and all that.

College was hard, but Soph and I really buttoned up in the fall. More studying, fewer boys, a little less fun, but Michigan gets cold fast and running wild all over campus didn’t hold the same appeal. We vowed to live it up in the spring, maybe settle down and get some boyfriends. Maybe not.

“Holy shit holy shit!”

We were in the library, Soph across the table from me with wide eyes, laptops, books and notes spread out between us.

“Shhh! What? What the fuck?” She leaned in conspiratorially and I turned my phone around to show her the screen.

“They’re playing in Detroit. They’re coming home!”

“Will you be quiet? Who, Sam’s band?”

That made me laugh every time. I always called it Sam’s band, because he would’ve loved it and someone else I knew would have loathed it.

They hadn’t been home in forever, they were hardly even in the states, and when they’d played the Fillmore in the spring I’d been so bogged down with new classes and so much fucking homework, I couldn’t justify leaving campus let alone the city.

But they were coming back, and I’d be on winter break. Sam had sent me their schedule, which I’d thrust into Soph’s hands.

“Aww, reunion! I wish I could go with you.” Her pouty face was unmatched, but she was going with her parents to visit family in Ohio for the holidays. For a moment, that realization made me panic. I wanted to go, needed to see my best friend, but to do it alone? Why did that make me nervous?

Maybe because I hadn’t seen him in two years. Maybe because I hadn’t seen him in more than two. I doubted I’d even get to spend much time with Sam, and I doubted further that I’d be able to get him away from the others.

Not that I wouldn’t want to hang out with Danny, or even Josh. But… well, you know.

I wondered if they were going home for the brief break between Detroit and Seattle, and I made a mental note to ask Sam.

I’d insisted on buying my own ticket to the show, their third added at the Fox after the first two sold out, but Sam wouldn’t hear of it. He set me up with a ticket and access to see them backstage, and I tried not to let it get to my head. It's not like they were famous or anything.

Selling out multiple shows.

I FaceTime’d Sophie so she could help me decide what to wear - I hadn’t put this kind of pressure on an outfit since the night I kissed… yeah, you saw how that went.

We landed on skin tight faux leather pants, an extremely low-cut black and tan floral print top with a fitted bodice and wide, flowy sleeves, and chunky black boots. I planned to top it off with a vintage fur coat Sam and I had found thrifting a few years back. We’d always joked that it originally belonged to the old lady they named their band after.

“Okayyyyy, so what about your underwear?”

I stopped spinning in front of my phone, where I’d been showing Sophie the whole get up.

“What the fuck do you mean, my underwear? Who cares?”

“Babe, it’s a rock show! What if you meet a super hot guy with like, tattoos and a tongue ring that wants to rock your world?” I watched her eyebrows waggle as she stuck her own tongue out at me.

“Yeah I don’t think that’s really their demographic.”

But… an idea started to form. Sexy underwear would make me feel sexy. Who would be irritated to see me, looking and feeling sexy, arguably hotter now than I’d ever been? Who would be downright furious to watch me get a little flirty, a little provocative with another man? Men? His brothers?

Ohhh, Jake Kiszka was gonna kill me. And it was gonna be worth it.

The ticket Sam held for me was in the front fucking row. Of the seats, behind the pit floor, but still. How embarrassing, what if I didn’t know any of the words? I didn’t really listen to their music, not since I was in high school, watching them practice or play at Fischer.

As you can imagine, I didn’t need to worry. Every, single, song was familiar. Songs that they’d written or started writing when Sam was barely fifteen. But the people around me knew them all, better than I did actually.

That was… pretty cool.

I left my seat as the guys were blowing kisses and throwing flowers into the crowd, stopped in a bathroom to check myself out, and followed Sam’s directions to make it backstage. The guys made it there before me, I could hear their excited voices from the hall as a security guard led me to their green room. We slowed as we got closer, and I stopped the guard before we reached the door, composing myself, slipping my coat off, smoothing my hair and controlling my expression.

You should've seen his face when I walked through the doorway, slow clapping and wearing my best deadpan. They all turned their heads in my direction, but his face was the one I sought out.

His cheeks were still flushed from the stage (he honestly goes crazy up there) but he immediately turned so bright pink I hoped his head would explode.

“YOU’RE HERE! Holy shit, you’re here!” Sam rushed at me and instantly my feet were off the ground, he swung me around and I couldn’t help the smile that stretched wide as I laughed with him.

“You’re sweaty! Put me down, idiot!” He dropped me to my feet and grabbed a hand, lifted it above my head and spun me in a circle.

“Look at you, you look hot, T!” His laughter cracked loud and joyous and my heart soared. He didn’t mean anything by it, of course, but he was right and I knew it.

Danny approached me next, taller and even broader than I ever remembered him being, and wrapped me up in another sweaty hug. “Good to see you, did you get tinier?” We laughed and I slapped him away. Then Josh caught my eye, arms crossed over his bare chest under an open black vest and leaning against the vanity, grinning.

I moved toward him and he met me in the middle, opened his arms and threw them around me. He didn’t make fun of me, or comment on the way I looked. Our cheeks were pressed together and he turned his face and dropped a kiss to mine. “We’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you guys too, more than you know.”

He let me go and his grin stretched into a blinding smile. “What’d you think of the show?”

“It was fucking awesome, I can’t believe you guys are like, legit rockstars! Seems like yesterday you were jamming in your garage.” Sam sidled up and threw a long arm over my shoulders.

“To be fair, we didn’t really stop jamming in the garage until last year, T.”

I knew that, I guess. But I’d missed it, and I’d missed the moment my best friend grew up. But this wasn’t the time to get weepy about that. I still had a mission to accomplish.

Turning out of Sam’s hold, I faced him. He no longer looked apoplectic, but his nostrils were flared and his arms were crossed, one hand running a finger across his chin below pursed lips. His focus was distinctly somewhere on the floor, but I walked toward him and watched his eyes connect with my boots and then travel, slowly, all the way up my body.

Get a good look, asshole.

And he did, his gaze lingered for a fraction of a second on my hips, and then again on my chest before it finally met my face.

Say something stupid, I dare you.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

My own eyes rolled in my skull. “Good to see you too, Jacob. How have you been?”

His features twisted in confusion for just a moment before he smoothed them back out. Good.

“Fantastic, living the dream, ya know. How have you been, Tiny?”

“Oh, really good!” I crossed one arm, tucking it under my tits and pushing them up while I twirled a finger through a strand of my hair with the other hand. “I’m majoring in English and Writing and aced all of my finals this past semester. Just really living my best on-campus life. Work hard, play hard and all that.”

It was so satisfying, the way he’d accidentally looked at my chest and then failed to look back at my face until I was done speaking. I swear to you my pussy fluttered when he swallowed, hard, before responding. It was that satisfying.

“That’s- ahem, that’s great. Glad to hear it. Thanks for coming by to say hi or whatever but we need to pack up our gear and head to the hotel.”

Nice try.

“Oh, cool! I’d love to come with you guys, I just miss you all so much.” His face started turning pink again before I looked over my shoulder. “Sammy! Can I come with and hang out at the hotel? Just for a little bit?” I whipped my head back, my hair swinging with it, to see his face before Sam even answered.

I wanted to see if steam came out of his ears.

“Fuck yeah! You can crash with me if you want!”

One corner of my mouth lifted and curled. “Perfect!”

I regret to inform you that no steam came out. But I think it was pretty close.

When I pulled in at the hotel, I texted Sam and he told me they were in the lobby so I flipped my visor down, checked my face and fluffed my hair. After a deep breath, I got out of the car and made my way inside.

The hotel wasn’t anything too ritzy, and I figured despite it all, they weren’t that famous. Sam still looked and sounded like the best friend I’d grown up with, though there was something about him that had become more attractive. All of them actually exuded more… sex appeal?

Ugh, musicians.

My timing was pretty good, I entered the building in time to catch them getting in the elevator, Jake being the last left in the lobby. But we caught each other’s eye and instead of walking on, he backed up a step. The doors closed and the elevator rose without him.

He stood there, hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans, and waited for me to reach him. When I did, he spoke before I could.

“What are you doing here, T?”

I painted confusion on my face instead of the pure gratification I actually felt. “Visiting my friends? What are you-“

“Cut the bullshit. It’s unbecoming.”

Okay, that was a little wrinkle in my plan. I hadn’t even started shamelessly flirting with anyone yet and he was already cursing at me. I doubled down.

“I came to see them, Jake.” I pressed the button to call the elevator back down and crossed my arms.

“And what about me?”

“What about you?” Just as I glanced up, feigning more interest in the LED display of numbers as the elevator came down than this conversation, he stepped closer and gripped my arm. Pulled me closer.

It felt familiar.

“I’m not buying it. Come on.” The elevator dinged and the doors opened to an empty car, but he was already pulling me down a hall toward a stairwell door. It swung open as he shoved through it, yanked me through and pushed me ahead of him, and it slammed shut behind us.

The stairwell was silent, our breathing was amplified and bounced off the walls. His voice made me flinch.

“Third floor. Go.”

Four flights of stairs and two landings separated me from their room. That was fine, I could do it.

Except he stayed behind me the entire time and didn’t speak a word. By the time I pushed the door to the third floor open, my nerves were fried and I was still trying to discern his reasoning for taking the stairs. If he had yelled at me or pushed me to the wall and kissed me in the stairwell, it would’ve made more sense. Instead, he placed a hand low on my back and led me down a deserted hallway to room 307. I breathed a shaky sigh of relief, ready to abandon the plan completely and run to Sam, use him as a personal human shield for the rest of the night.

But he pulled a key card out of his pocket and slid it into the lock, and the heavy door opened to a dark, empty room.

Jake stepped inside and flicked on a light, holding the door open for me. I didn’t move.

“Jake, what-“

“Get in here, we need to talk.”

It sounded like a terrible idea, I hadn’t come here to talk. I came to spend time with Sam and do enough harmless flirting with the guys to drive Jake crazy.

“No. Where are the guys?”

He just stared at me for a tense few seconds before he sighed impatiently. “In Sam and Danny’s room.”

“And which room would that be, exactly? I’ll just go knock-“

“Please.”

I know, I know. Did he really have to go and ask nicely?

“Fine, you know what? You have five minutes then I’m the fuck out of here.” He had the nerve to give me a tight-lipped smile, lift his palm and wave me in as I started to pass him and head into the room. Then he let the door swing shut.

We were alone.

The room was pretty standard, two queen-size beds, a table and two chairs. Not exactly rockstar shit. I tossed my coat onto the closest bed.

“You want a drink?”

I dropped into a chair, crossed my legs and folded my hands over my knee. “No, I don’t. What did you need to talk to me about? You have four minutes.”

He pulled a White Claw out of the mini fridge, popped the tab and sat at the end of the bed closest to me. After a swig from the can, he leaned forward and propped his elbows on his knees.

“Three minutes.”

“Jesus, give it a rest, T.” He pinned me with a glare and my eyes widened. “Don’t. Don’t act all affronted because you’re not getting your way, I’m sick of it.”

“I don’t know what you mean, I-“

“Stop! Tell me why you’re really here.”

“To see Sam! I told you-“

He stood from the bed, leaned across me and slammed the can onto the table. I jumped in my seat, but then he bent down and gripped the arms of the chair on either side of me. Right in my face, he ripped me to shreds.

“I’m tired of this, T. Since day one, everything has always had to be all about you, your feelings, your stupid ideas, your fucking games.”

That was ridiculous and it straightened my spine, I sat up taller and put us nose to nose, but he didn’t stop.

“How many times have you come between us and Sam? Pitted us against each other? Run away when you didn’t get your way, with one of us or all of us?”

With a huff, he pushed himself away from me but now I was ready for a fight. Launching from the chair, my body followed his. “And what about you, Jake? You spent years fucking with me, leading me on, just to humiliate me over and over again!”

“Is that really what you think?!” We were squared up now, hands flailing as we yelled in each other's faces. “I didn’t do shit, and you spent years avoiding me, making me feel awkward and unwelcome in my own house because God forbid I ever be in the presence of such a self-entitled, delicate fucking princess!”

“Oh, you fucking prick. Fuck you-“

“So eloquent, that’s really lovely Tiny.”

You already know that he said that on purpose.

“Don’t. Call. Me. That.” I was fuming, the steam was probably coming out of my ears, and that pissed me off further. Everything about this was infuriating, my night completely off-railed, my time with my friends ruined. I was done.

I threw my hands up and then put them on his shoulders, with all intention to shove him out of my way and walk out of the room with some part of my dignity intact, for once.

But that’s not exactly what happened.

Because once I touched him, the tension reached a breaking point. And boy did it break.

Before I could push him away, his arms were around me, his hands spread across my back, and he pulled me in.

Yep, he was kissing me.

Our mouths slammed together and all the anger, all the fury, combusted between them.

My own hands betrayed me and shot from a grip on his shoulders to a grip in the hair at the back of his head, still slightly damp from sweat or a shower at the venue, I had no idea. And I didn’t care.

He ravaged my lips until they felt bruised, opened them with his and forced our tongues to battle for dominance, sucked the air from my lungs until I couldn’t breathe. I pulled away to drag some back in but he hardly gave me the chance, tugging me back in to kiss my lips, bite my jaw, murmuring between the attacks.

“Why are you really here…”

His hands slid up my back and sunk into my hair, pulled my head to the side so he could continue his attack on my neck, my throat.

“Say it, the truth.”

My brain was in shut down, I forgot what words were and how to make them. His teeth reminded me, scraping along my skin.

“You. For you.”

His lips closed over mine again and he was moving me, two steps backward and we turned, the back of my knees hit the bed where he’d been sitting. Our mouths broke apart, our hands fell away. The sound of our breathing, fast and uneven, thundered between us.

“I’m not gonna stop this time, T.”

My heart stumbled over its next few beats.

“I don’t want you to.”

We fell back into silence as he reached forward and slid his hands up underneath my shirt, rough fingertips pushing the fabric up over my ribs, my chest, I lifted my arms and let him pull it over my head and shook my hair out as he let it drop to the floor.

There was just enough light coming from the only one he’d flicked on, and the moonlight spilling through the uncovered window, that I saw his nostrils flare. His eyes trailed over my lace and silk covered chest before meeting mine.

“You’re so beautiful,” My breath caught, I held it. “I’ve never told you how beautiful you are.”

I couldn’t speak, emotion squeezing my throat, the words I’d always wanted to hear from him tightening every muscle in my body. So instead, I mirrored his actions and tucked my fingers under the hem of his t-shirt. Soft, heated skin met my touch and I flattened my palms over his hips, up over his stomach and I swear he trembled. Seriously! When they made it to his chest, I could feel the hard, steady beat of his heart, rapid beneath my hand.

Maybe he knew I could feel it, maybe not, but he leaned in and pulled a soft, sweet kiss from my lips before he took over and tugged the shirt over his head.

“Jake…” His chest and stomach were lightly toned and completely flawless, a glimpse of which I’d gotten when he was onstage, shirtless under an open jacket. I wanted to tell him just how perfect I thought he was, he’d always been, but the words wouldn’t come. So I bent my knees and dropped to the bed, the barely there happy trail leading up from the low waist of his pants now directly in front of my face.

I leaned forward and kissed it. A strangled noise came from above me, I smiled against his skin. Then his hand was in my hair and he pulled, forcing my face up. He smirked.

“You ever done this before?”

Asshole.

Blindly I reached for and found the button of his jeans, popped it open and worked his zipper down slowly.

“Please don’t piss me off, or I won’t be nice.”

A chuckle rumbled through his chest. “Just making sure.”

His grip in my hair kept my chin tilted up, eyes locked with his. I peeled the denim over his hips and pulled it down to his knees. Heat rolled off his body in waves, I was dying to look at it, take it all in but there was fire in his stare and I was burning. My fingertips mapped out what I couldn’t see, found the subtle V that led down into his briefs and traced it before I tucked them under the elastic and rolled it down his legs.

Jake Kiszka’s cock bobbed in the air between his hips and my face. Crazy, I know. I wrapped shaky fingers around him, felt how thick and hard he was before I’d even seen it, tried to picture what I could remember from his dark bedroom.

“Fuck, T.” I tightened my grip on him, just a little, stroked him once. His eyes slid shut. “I can’t believe you’re here.” I stroked him again and his grasp on my hair loosened, my chin dropped and there it was. As perfect as the rest of him, his dick was big, the head flushed pink. My mouth watered.

For real.

In that moment, I wondered quickly what he liked, how fast, how slow, how hard? My tongue slid out and tasted him, just the very tip, and he snatched my hair up again. The sting in my scalp made my eyes water and I opened my lips and took him in, wrapped them around him and swirled my tongue over his skin. He whimpered.

I could be remembering that wrong, but I swear he did.

He wanted to take control, I could feel it in the smallest amount of pressure from his knuckles on my scalp, but I wanted to be stubborn. I was tired of the control he seemed to have over every one of our interactions. I released him with a soft pop and his eyes shot open.

“C’monnn,” he groaned. I took my hand off of his dick and pushed him back, he almost stumbled, his legs still trapped in his half-removed jeans. I stood from the bed, spun us around and reversed our positions, then pushed him by the shoulders to sit.

“Patience, Jake, patience.” I flicked the front clasp of my bra open and felt the unrestrained relief as my tits spilled out, then that flutter of satisfaction as his eyes went wide right before going soft and dreamy. What can I say, Jake’s a breast man. “Aht.” He’d reached for them, lifted his hands like he just couldn’t wait to feel them again, but they paused in midair. “I said patience.”

He huffed out a sigh and dropped them, so I continued. Made a little show out of unzipping my boots, sliding them off and peeling the skin-tight material of my pants down my legs. His fingers flexed against his thighs the entire time, clenching into fists and releasing over and over. I waited until I was left in just the lacy thong to instruct him to remove his pants.

His boots were kicked off and denim tossed away in an instant.

And there we were again. Jake, fully bared to me while we stared at each other, my tits out and pussy covered. But this wasn’t going to end the way it did two years ago.

Not if I had anything to say about it.

I dropped to my knees and his legs spread, making room for me to kneel between them. His cock jumped when I touched him, just my fingertips, up his shins and over his kneecaps before I placed my palms flat on his thighs. When I peeked up at him through my lashes, he was staring hard, jaw clenched and nostrils flared again. So I continued to trace my fingers over his skin, further up his thighs, over his hips, up and down his happy trail.

Through gritted teeth, “Baby, please.”

Baby? I was throbbing, slick between my thighs already but that hit me like lightning.

I wrapped a fist around him at the base and took him all the way to the back of my throat.

I had to.

A string of rough curses fell from his lips and a hand tangled in my hair, but I kept my composure, sucking him in and stroking with my fist, letting him sink as deep as I could without choking. His skin was hot velvet on my tongue, I could taste his desire, his need, and I couldn’t help the moan that rippled up my throat around his cock.

“Jesus fuck.” His hips jerked, I gagged around him, he fisted the hair at the back of my head and yanked me off of him. “Get up here.”

Remember how I wanted to maintain the control here? Yeah, I failed.

He used his grip on my head to bring my lips to his, his tongue sweeping in to dance with mine immediately, his hands moving down my body to pull me up and into his lap. I threw my arms around him and rocked into it instantly, his roving hands landing on my ass and pulling me in, his dick rock hard and slick with my spit grinding against my silk-covered pussy.

Just like that, I lost control of my insolent mouth too.

The kiss broke and I rested my forehead on his, my eyes trained on what was happening between our hips. “God… I-“ The head of his cock caught on my clit, I gasped at the feeling. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Embarrassing, I know. But then… ohh then.

His hands skimmed up my ribs until they were cupping my breasts, thumbs grazing over my nipples.

“I’ve wanted you longer, T. Forever.”

Goosebumps. Literal goosebumps ran up my arms, I shivered, my nipples tightened, and he pulled one into his mouth. He sucked and lapped at it, thumb still moving over the other, and without hesitation he sunk his teeth in.

“Fuck yes, yes yes…”

His tongue circled it again and he released it, pressed a hot and fast kiss to my mouth.

“You still like that, huh?” He chuckled as he opened his lips over the other side. The silk between my legs was soaked, I could feel how easily I was sliding over his cock, and I was getting impatient despite the way I’d reprimanded him hardly ten minutes ago.

“Jake, please…”

He popped off of my nipple and pulled another kiss from my lips, then leaned back and let one corner of his mouth curl up, self-satisfied and cocky.

Still an asshole.

“Please what, baby? Tell me.”

My eyes rolled, even as he tucked his face into the crook of my neck, nipped and licked me there.

“I want you inside, please fuck me.” Self-control, out the window.

“Mmm,” he hummed into my skin, “No.”

Before I could be properly offended, and believe me, I was, he gripped my thighs and hauled me up, then deposited me onto the mattress. Well, tossed me, really. I bounced once, arms and legs flailing, hair falling in my face. By the time I pushed it away and propped myself up on my elbows, he was standing at the foot of the bed, dick in his fist. I opened my mouth to speak, to yell at him or beg him to stick it in, I don’t know, but he was stroking himself, and he moaned. My mouth snapped shut.

“I’m not gonna fuck you,” I scoffed, offended, pissed even. “Yet.” He let himself go and placed his hands on the mattress, then climbed onto the edge of the bed and started crawling towards me.

It was so fucking hot. His cheeks were flushed, his hair wild from my hands, his eyes dark. I backed away, moving up the bed until my shoulders met the headboard. He didn’t stop coming, and I didn’t want him to. Instinctively, my knees bent and my legs fell open, inviting him in. But he didn’t settle there, when his hands reached me, he grabbed me by the calf and threw my leg over his shoulder on his way down.

His mouth opened over damp silk and I cried out, his name or God’s, I’m not sure, but his lips and tongue were moving against me and I may have blacked out. I came to when one of his hands skimmed up my inner thigh, and he broke away long enough to slip two fingers under the material and tug it aside.

Jake Kiszka’s tongue was on my actual, bare pussy.

My shoulders sagged against the headboard as I reached for him, burying my fingers in his already tangled and unruly hair, our eyes met and he dragged his tongue over me again and again.

“Shit, you were right, this is better,” I panted. He smiled against my cunt and I felt it. I smiled too.

My cheeks hurt I was smiling so hard, until he laser-focused his attention to my clit. His lips wrapped around it and he sucked it past them, my jaw dropped.

“Oh, oh my God, oh my God!” He was good at this. Too good. The beginnings of an orgasm were already swirling, tightening in my belly, making my toes tingle. The tip of his tongue moving against me until he opened his mouth over me again, and I felt it plunge inside me. The sounds I was making were unholy but I had no shame, I couldn’t feel anything other than need. I needed to scream, I needed to come, I needed him.

He brought a hand up around my thigh and ran his thumb over my folds, licking himself as he lapped at me, then swirled it over my clit as his tongue fucked me. Before I could even moan, two fingers from his other hand replaced his tongue inside me.

“Jake!”

His head tilted and he pressed his lips against my thigh, kissed it and grinned. “Yes?” Fingers everywhere, filling me and fucking me, circling the most sensitive part of me - I forgot what I wanted to say, if I had even wanted to. Instead I pulled his mouth back, he slid his thumb away and flicked his tongue against me.

“Yessss, yes just like that, please!” I let my eyes close and stars were already dancing behind my lids, I was close, so close, and I told him so. I moaned it and his fingers plunged deep and curled. I screamed it and he sucked my clit back into his mouth.

I came hard, nails dug into his scalp, bucking my hips against his face, screaming his name.

It was unreal. College guys had nothing, fucking nothing, on him.

Before my muscles had even relaxed, he lifted his head from between my thighs and moved up my body, his fingers still pumping slowly inside me as he kissed my hip, my stomach, my breast on his way up to my mouth. He tasted like me when my tongue touched his, and he eased his fingers from my body.

“Absolutely fucking stunning, breathtaking.”

His breath was taken? I still couldn’t breathe, my chest continued to heave as he left the bed, taking my panties down my legs with him, and I could barely lift my head to see what he was doing. My eyes closed and I felt the mattress dip with his weight as he returned and settled on his heels between my legs, still splayed open. I cracked an eyelid and found him watching me, wrapped condom held between his fingers.

Under his gaze, I shifted down until my head rested on the pillows, spreading my legs wider, pussy presented to him on a silver fucking platter.

This was happening. There was absolutely no way this was not happening. Not this time.

“Now, Jake.” Unrecognizable, my voice had a distinct sex kitten-like quality that I loved as soon as it hit my ears. He must have loved it too, because his dick twitched and he gripped it. I reached up and snatched the condom from his fingers, tore it open and started rolling it on while his eyes bugged out and his jaw fell slack.

“Jesus, not your first time, huh?” My hand replaced his around him and I stroked, he leaned over me and I guided the head to my center, moved it through the slick pool of arousal there. He paused, poised to enter me, and met my eyes.

“I’m pretty much out of firsts, Jake.”

His eyes closed, his hips rocked forward, and he pushed just past my opening, the tip not even fully inside me.

I tilted my own hips up, he slipped a fraction of an inch deeper. I whispered, and it was sexy, and seductive. “It could’ve been you.”

He sucked in a sharp breath, opened his eyes and we watched each other’s faces as he sunk deeper, slowly, to the hilt. “It should’ve been me.”

Stunned, speechless, we stayed like that. Unmoving, bodies connected, eyes locked. He broke first, dropping his lips to mine and rocking into me softly. A sound I’d never heard before, quieter than a moan, crept up his throat, trapped behind his lips as they caressed mine. My legs lifted, cradling him between my thighs and wrapping around him.

It was gentle, sweet. The exact opposite of how I knew it would’ve been, if I’d let him be my first, thinking he wasn’t.

I felt my cheeks warm, my eyes pool with tears. I blinked them away. This was everything I’d wanted and more. I knew I’d been an idiot to think otherwise. Especially when he pulled back and delivered a quick, deep thrust and there was no pain. Only pleasure bloomed inside me, hot and volatile.

“Again, more…”

An excellent listener, he repeated it. Again, again, and I met each thrust with my own. Our kiss turned frantic, sloppy, lips and tongues clashing and pushing, pulling and taking. The temperature in the room was rising with the heat of our skin, our bodies slipping against each other. He lifted his chest from mine, hands braced on the pillows on either side of my head, and the conditioned air on our damp skin made us both groan in ecstasy.

I damn near came again, almost commented on it but he dropped back down and shoved an arm between me and the mattress, rolled us both. We laughed as we landed, his hair strewn across the pillow and mine falling in his face. My laughter stuck in my throat when he grabbed onto my thighs and pulled, tucking my knees against his hips and forcing me to sit. I propped myself up with my hands on his chest and fell back into the rhythm, my hips rolling.

“Goddamn, you feel so good, look so good riding me.”

My head fell back as his words rippled through me, his fingertips digging into me, his hands moving my body over his. He brought one to my chest, squeezed me roughly, rolled my nipple with his fingers, pinched it. Hard.

“Yes!” He did the same to the other, my pussy clenched around him.

“You like when it hurts a little, don’t you?”

“I- I don’t know, I guess so- ohhh!” He wrapped a hand around each tit and sunk his fingertips into my flesh, then kneaded them both, ran the pads of his thumbs over the peaks.

“Fuck, that’s so hot. You’re fucking perfect.”

Yeah, I lost my mind a little bit. My hips bucked wildly in his lap. Perfect? Me? My nails pressed into his skin, I dragged them down his chest, reveling in the sharp hiss sucked between his teeth, the way his own hips lifted from the bed and he fucked into me. Sharp, fast thrusts hitting me so deep I was screaming his name. He sat up and pulled my face to his, kissed me hard, bit down on my bottom lip, and then tipped me backwards.

My head was nearly hanging off the end of the bed, but really, who cares? My ankles locked behind his back and he was slamming his hips into the back of my thighs.

Fuck, was I gonna come? He had to be close. I lifted my head, now very much hanging off the bed, to ask him.

Beep. Click.

His hips stuttered and paused, we both whipped our heads to the door, which was fucking opening.

Josh appeared, his foot crossed the threshold and he was looking down at his phone.

“GET OUT!!” We yelled in unison. Josh’s head popped up, his eyes went huge, and then he laughed.

“Shit, sorry guys.” He started backing out into the hall, the door creaking closed. “About time,” We heard him chuckling to himself and the door clicked behind him.

Jake turned his face back to me and seemed to realize for the first time that I was barely on the mattress. An arm wrapped around my back and he shifted us until I could look him in the eyes.

“What the fuck…” I whispered up at him.

His smile was subtle and affectionate before it stretched to a full grin, and he huffed a laugh.

“There was no fucking way I was stopping.”

I matched his grin and lifted to pull a kiss from his lips. “Good.”

He tucked his face into my neck and began the roll of his body into mine again. I let my hands roam across his back as he kissed and nipped my skin and his thrusts picked up speed. The orgasm that had been teasing me before we were interrupted built again quickly, and Jake was panting in my ear.

But then… then. A whisper. Low and deep, but a whisper nonetheless.

My name, my real name, hit my ear and I gasped, right on the edge.

“Come for me. Please come for me.”

How could I say no?

It broke, crashed, consumed me. His name on my lips as I tightened, writhed, and shook for him.

He didn’t stop, didn’t slow, he chased after me and followed into the flames. My name burned into my flesh by his kisses, a guttural groan as he came inside me.

Easily the best orgasm I’d ever had. Easily.

Because he’s just a man, albeit an incredibly hot, multiple-orgasm-inducing man, he collapsed on top of me. I let him. I ran my hands over his sweat-dampened hair and the soft skin of his back and we both caught our breath. Then he started giggling.

I pinched his ass. “What’s so funny, Kiszka?”

His head popped up and he propped himself on an elbow, a wide grin splitting his face in half, gorgeous. “I can’t believe we waited so long to do that, that might’ve been the best sex I’ve ever had.”

We both laughed as I slapped his chest. “Might be?!”

“Okay okay, you’re right.” He looked at me dreamily, his eyes bouncing around my face. “It was the best.”

Because I’m a woman, albeit a mind-blowing sex goddess, I started overthinking. I couldn’t help it! You should’ve seen the way he was looking at me.

“Jake…” He lifted his eyebrows, I lifted a hand to his face, tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear. “What does this mean?”

Those eyebrows knitted together, a quick moment to think that over. Then he kissed me, soft and slow.

“I don’t know what it means. But I do know this hotel has free breakfast downstairs, so be up and ready by nine.” His smile stretched again, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oooh, do you think they have French toast? That’s Sam’s favorite.”

He attacked me, tickled me until I had tears in my eyes, kissed me until I was breathless, and fell asleep with his arms around me.

The truth is, I don’t remember the exact moment I fell utterly, completely in love with Jake Kiszka. Maybe you should ask him.

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peachy-panic · 9 months

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What are your top ten whumpy book recommendations?

Top 10, you say? How about a comprehensive list of every half decent whumpy book I've read in the last 3 years? (I tried to balance the order between my overall love for the book and the whumpiness level)

BLANKET TW FOR THESE BOOKS: noncon, abuse, domestic violence, med whump, lab whump religious trauma, institutionalized abuse

WHUMPY BOOK RECS

TOP 10

The Tarot Sequence - K.D. Edwards (series, ongoing)

Winter’s Orbit - Everina Maxwell

How To Bang A Billionaire - Alexis Hall (trilogy, complete)

The Darkness Outside Us - Eliot Schrefer (will rip your heart out)

All For The Game - Nora Sakavic (trilogy, complete)

Dark Room Etiquette - Robin Roe

HappyHead - Josh Silver (sequel in progress)

All That’s Left in the World - Erik J. Brown

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice & Virtue - Mackenzi Lee

Stars in Your Eyes - Kacen Callender (releases in October 2023)

OTHER RECS:

- We Are The Ants - Shaun David Hutchinson

- Tonight We Rule the World - Zack Smedley

- The Lookback Window - Kyle Dillon Hertz (just finished!)

- Dark Space - Lisa Henry (trilogy, currently reading)

- First, Become Ashes - K.M. Sparza

- Parker - Jack Harbon

- A Strange and Stubborn Endurance - Foz Meadows

- Docile - K.M. Sparza (BBU vibes)

- Into the Light - Mark Oshiro

- Young Mungo - Douglas Stuart

- A List of Cages - Robin Roe (minor main character)

- Deposing Nathan - Zack Smedley (minor main character)

- How to Bite Your Neighbor and Win a Wager - D.N. Bryn

- Mysterious Skin - Scott Heim

- Surrender Your Sons - Adam Sass

- Yes, Daddy - Jonathan Parks-Ramage

- Not Quite Out - Louise Willingham

- Runner - Parker Williams

- Fraternity - Andy Mientus

- A Little Life - Hanya Yanagihara (honestly… maybe don't read this)

LADY WHUMP:

- They Never Learn - Layne Fargo

- The Girls I’ve Been - Tess Sharpe

- I’m The Girl - Courtney Summers

- Girls of Paper and Fire - Natasha Ngan

- We Set the Dark on Fire - Tehlor Kay Mejia (there’s a sequel)

#whumpy books #whumpy book recs #whumpy book recommendations

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asendingtothestarsasone · 4 months

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Soft and Sweet

Synopsis: A new member joining your brother's band leads to a blossoming romance with the loving danny.

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!

Unprotected Sex, Mentions of Alcohol, Oral (Female Receiving), Fingering, Loss of Virginity.

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Female Reader

For as long as I can remember, it had always been me and my brothers. We were inseparable, spending our days by the lake or at home in our parents' basement. Jake started playing an instrument, and soon the others made their way down there, picking up instruments and learning the ropes. I would spend my days on the couch, listening in on the band meetings and practices, watching them improve with each session.

One day, their drummer Kyle didn't show up, and the boys were frustrated. Reluctantly, I gave it a go, hopping on the kit. I tried to learn a simple beat, but I knew the boys needed someone with the X factor. Over the next few days, Josh, Jake, and Sam became discouraged, putting out a call for a new drummer.

One day, Sam said, “I know the perfect person for this. Let me give him a call.” Within an hour, there was a knock at the door. Sam immediately jumped up and rushed to the door. Walking back in, he had a huge smile on his face. A few seconds later, in walked a 6-foot god with beautifully tanned skin and a mess of black curls. Walking up to me, he reached out his hand, and I was greeted with the most beautiful brown eyes and a perfect smile.

"Hey, I'm Danny," he said.

"Hi, I'm Y/N," I replied.

"It's lovely to meet you."

"You too," I smiled shyly.

Jumping on the kit, Danny immediately fell into sync with the rest of the boys. Not only did he match the bands energy, but he also brought his own unique vibe to the band. As time passed, days turned into nights filled with rehearsals, laughter, and shared passion, and amidst the creative energy, I couldn't help but notice something between Danny and me.

In no time, Danny seamlessly became a vital part of the group, fitting into the rhythm of our lives. As rehearsals continued, I found myself spending even more time in the basement, listening to the music, and watching Danny's infectious enthusiasm for his craft. There was a magnetic pull, an unspoken connection that seemed to transcend the musical notes.

One summer's day, the heat in the garage became unbearable, so we decided to head out to the lake. I could sense that my brothers were up to something by the way they were looking at me.

"What's going on? Why are you all smiling?" I questioned.

Sam grinned, "Oh, it's nothing. It's just that there's no room in Jake's car with all our gear. You might have to ride with Danny." The absurd smirk on his face was hard to ignore.

"Really? And why can't you ride with Danny?" I inquired.

"I have to talk to Jake and Josh about the band," Jake chimed in. "Yeah, it's a really... um, important discussion," he added, with a laughter that seemed to be trying to escape his lips.

I couldn't help but notice the mischievous glances exchanged between my brothers, leaving me with a sense of curiosity and mild suspicion.

Despite their vague explanations, I reluctantly agreed to ride with Danny to the lake.

The drive to the lake was accompanied by laughter and lively banter. Danny and I struck up a conversation, discovering shared interests and finding comfort in each other's company. The initial awkwardness I felt about the arrangement started to dissipate as we connected over stories and laughter.

Upon reaching the lake, the sun cast a warm glow over the water, creating a serene atmosphere. My brothers quickly dispersed to set up for a day of relaxation, leaving Danny and me by the shore. As we found a comfortable spot, he looked at me with a genuine smile, breaking the ice.

Danny, always up for some fun, grinned at me, "Ready for a swim?"

With a nod, we waded into the water together. The lake was refreshing, and the evening breeze played with our hair as we swam further from the shore. As we floated on the surface, conversation flowed effortlessly. It was a moment of serenity amidst the playful splashes and laughter of the boys.

At some point, Danny suggested diving underwater, and we both took a deep breath before submerging ourselves. The cool water enveloped us, and in that submerged world, our surroundings became muffled, leaving only the gentle sounds of the lake. It was a moment of shared tranquility, our eyes meeting beneath the water, conveying a silent understanding.

As we made our way back to dry land, a lighthearted teasing ensued from the boys about the 'underwater connection' between Danny and me.

"So, what do you think they're really up to?" Danny asked, his eyes reflecting a playful curiosity.

I chuckled, "Your guess is as good as mine. Knowing my brothers, it could be anything from a band discussion to plotting some elaborate prank."

Our conversation flowed effortlessly, and the day unfolded with shared laughter, dipping our feet in the cool water, and simply enjoying each other's company. Danny's easygoing nature and charm made it clear why my brothers were so fond of him.

As the sun began to set, we gathered with the others for a bonfire. Amidst the crackling flames, my brothers couldn't contain their excitement any longer.

"We've been planning something," Jake admitted, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Josh added, "Since Danny joined the band, we thought it was high time you two got to know each other better."

Sam chimed in, "Consider this a little nudge in the right direction."

Embarrassment flooded my face. I should have known that they would do this to me. Drying off by the bonfire, the water drops on Danny's abs sparkled like stars. I couldn't help but notice the glistening droplets, and, trying not to be too obvious, my face blushed. I quickly averted my gaze, pretending to rub my eye.

Danny, catching on to my attempt at subtlety, smirked. "Is everything okay, Y/N?" he asked, his tone teasing.

I chuckled nervously, "Yeah, everything's fine. I just got something in my eye, you know, the smoke from the bonfire."

He raised an eyebrow playfully, "Smoke from the bonfire? Or maybe you just couldn't resist the dazzling display?"

The others laughed, joining in on the good-natured teasing. Despite the light banter, there was a warmth in Danny's eyes that hinted at something more. As we all settled around the bonfire once again, I couldn't help but steal a glance at him, and our eyes met briefly, creating a momentary connection that spoke volumes beyond the playfulness.

Under the starlit sky, amidst the laughter of friends and the crackling of the fire, the day by the lake continued to unfold, leaving behind memories that twinkled like stars—each one a testament to the unexpected connection that had sparked between us.

The next day brought with it a sense of tranquility. The sun rose gracefully, casting a golden hue over the lake. Our group gathered for a leisurely breakfast by the water, the events of the previous day still lingering in the air.

As we sipped on hot coffee and enjoyed the peaceful morning, Danny and I exchanged smiles, our connection from the day before woven into the fabric of our interactions. The teasing from the bonfire had become a shared joke, creating an easy rapport between us.

The day unfolded in a series of moments—swimming in the clear waters, basking in the sun, and simply enjoying the company. As we lounged by the lake, the conversation turned to music, and Danny and I found ourselves discussing our favorite bands, songs, and the essence of what drew us to music in the first place.

In the midst of the laughter and easy conversations, there was an unspoken acknowledgment between us, a silent understanding that went beyond words. The day felt like a continuation of the serendipitous connection that had begun by the lake, and with each passing moment, it deepened

As the day nears its end, Danny suggests a walk up a nearby hill, promising a breathtaking view of the surrounding landscape. Intrigued, I agree, and together we embark on a leisurely stroll away from the laughter of the bonfire.

The path takes us through a canopy of trees, with dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves. The air is filled with the soothing sounds of nature—the rustle of leaves, the distant chirping of crickets, creating a tranquil atmosphere.

As we reach the top of the hill, the view unfolds before us, bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun. The lake sparkles in the fading daylight, and the surrounding landscape is painted in shades of orange and pink. It's a scene of serene beauty, and for a moment, we stand in quiet appreciation.

Feeling the magic of the moment, Danny turns to me with a soft smile. "Isn't it amazing?" he says, his eyes reflecting the warmth of the fading sunlight.

I nod in agreement, taking in the breathtaking scenery. The air is charged with a gentle energy, and it feels as if the world has slowed down just for us.

As we stand there, captivated by the view, Danny's hand gently finds mine. The touch is tender, and without a word, he invites me to continue the journey. We follow a winding path to a quieter spot, where the sounds of nature provide a gentle soundtrack to our steps.

Arriving at a secluded spot, surrounded by the beauty of nature, Danny turns to face me. There's a quiet intensity in his gaze—a warmth that goes beyond words. In that moment, as the last rays of the sun paint the sky in hues of pink and orange, he cups my face gently in his hands.

"I've had an incredible time here with you," he says, his voice a soft whisper.

His words hang in the air, and before I can respond, he leans in, capturing my lips in a kiss. It's a kiss filled with innocence and romance, a gentle exploration of the connection that has quietly woven between us. The world around us fades away as we share this intimate moment, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the quiet symphony of the evening.

As we pull away, there's something in our gaze—a recognition of the subtle magic that has unfolded between us. The hilltop, with its panoramic view and the quiet beauty of the evening, becomes a timeless backdrop to the beginning of something special. Hand in hand, we descend from the hill, leaving behind the twilight and stepping into the promise of what lies ahead.

As we make our way back from the hill, the air is filled with a newfound warmth, and the connection between Danny and me deepens. The journey back is filled with shared laughter, whispered conversations, and a subtle electricity that lingers between us.

Upon returning, the atmosphere has shifted. The subtle touches become more deliberate, and there's an undeniable tension in the air. Danny's hand finds mine naturally, fingers intertwining as if they've found their perfect fit. Our conversations become more intimate, exploring dreams, fears, and the intricacies of our lives.

As the night wears on, the group gradually disperses, leaving Danny and me in a quiet corner. The crackling embers of the bonfire cast a soft glow, creating an intimate space that seems to exist just for us. The air is charged with anticipation, and our closeness becomes magnetic.

Danny's gaze meets mine, a silent invitation that speaks volumes. Without a word, he leans in, and our lips meet in a lingering kiss. The kiss is no longer innocent; it's charged with a growing desire and the recognition of something more profound between us.

Returning home, the excitement was palpable as news spread through the small town that my brothers' band had been booked for a local gig. It was a significant milestone, marking a step closer to their dreams of making it in the music scene. The anticipation bubbled in the air as they prepared for the performance, fine-tuning their setlist and rehearsing tirelessly in our parents' basement.

As the night unfolds, the gig at the local bar proves to be lively and invigorating. The atmosphere is filled with the pulsating rhythm of music, the warmth of laughter, and the collective joy of the crowd. As the evening progresses, I find myself getting swept away by the celebration, and the drinks flow more freely than anticipated.

As the night draws to a close, I realize my brothers have left without me. Feeling a bit disoriented and more than a little tipsy, I turn to Danny for help. He kindly offers to give me a ride home, and we navigate the city streets in the quiet of the night.

Upon reaching my home, a sense of foreboding washes over me as I find the lights off and the door locked. My brothers have unintentionally left me stranded. Panicking, Danny suggests, "You can stay at my place for the night. I won't touch you, I promise."

Grateful for the offer, I accept, and we head to Danny's place. The ride is filled with a mix of quiet contemplation and unspoken tension. As we step into his apartment, the dim light casts a soft glow, and the atmosphere is charged with a blend of awkwardness and vulnerability.

Inside, Danny suggests a cup of tea to soothe the nerves. We sit on the couch, and in the quiet of the room, the unspoken energy between us becomes palpable. Danny, with genuine concern, tries to make me feel at ease, recognizing the unexpected turn of events.

As the night progresses, we find ourselves sharing personal stories, dreams, and fears. The connection deepens, and there's a magnetic pull between us. In a moment of vulnerability, our lips meet in a hesitant kiss. The room seems to hum with a blend of emotions—anticipation, desire, and a shared need for eachother.

Suddenly, I pull away, breathless, revealing my truth. "I've never done this before," I admit, the vulnerability in my voice laying bare my inexperience. "I'm a virgin."

Danny looks at me, his expression softening with understanding. He gently caresses my cheek and says, "I don't think we should do this right now; it's not right."

His words hang in the air, and there's a brief pause. Danny's decision, though unexpected, carries a sense of respect and consideration. The room, once charged with anticipation, is now shrouded in an understanding that the best things in life are worth waiting for.

As the night ends, Danny offers a spare room for me to sleep in. The tension lingers, but there's a newfound understanding between us—one that transcends the physical.

The day after the local gig, embarrassment lingered within me like a heavy cloud, making it difficult to look Danny in the eye. The memory of our intimate moment weighed on my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability. As time passed, however, the atmosphere gradually shifted, and the routine of rehearsals and shared musical passion helped to rebuild a sense of normalcy.

The turning point came when the boys received an invitation to play at a significant music venue in Nashville. The prospect of such an opportunity filled the air with excitement, overshadowing the remnants of embarrassment. We all traveled to Nashville, and as we checked into the hotel, the anticipation of the upcoming gig added an extra layer of excitement.

The night of the performance was nothing short of magical. The big music venue buzzed with energy, the crowd eager to experience the raw talent of my brothers' band. The stage lights illuminated the venue, casting a mesmerizing glow. As the boys played their hearts out, the audience responded with enthusiasm, creating an electric atmosphere.

Unable to take my eyes off the stage, I watched in awe as the music reverberated through the venue. Danny's passion for the drums was evident in every beat, and his energy added a dynamic layer to the performance. God, he was beautiful up there. The gig was a resounding success, leaving an indelible mark on the Nashville music scene.

After the performance, we all went out for dinner to celebrate. The excitement lingered, and a sense of camaraderie filled the air. With the adrenaline of the gig still coursing through our veins, Danny suggested a visit to a beautifully lit garden nearby.

As we walked through the garden, the soft glow of lights creating a romantic ambiance, the atmosphere became charged with a different kind of energy. The initial hesitancy melted away, and beneath the moonlit sky, we shared a kiss—a gentle, affirming connection that transcended any lingering doubts.

Afterwards, we drove back to the hotel in a comfortable silence. In Danny's hotel room, surrounded by the soft hum of city sounds, we delved into deep conversations about music, life, and dreams. The connection between us intensified, and as we shared more intimate moments, the barriers that had once separated us crumbled.

In that hotel room, beneath the city lights of Nashville, our hearts beat in unison. The night unfolded like a melody, each note resonating with the shared rhythm of our connection. As we kissed and touched more intimately, it became clear that the embarrassment of the past couldn't dull the electrifying connection—one that seemed to echo the music that had brought us together in the first place.

Our kisses grew more intense, reflecting the raw emotions that had been building between us. In the heat of the moment, Danny's lips found their way to my neck, and the sensation sent shivers down my spine. The aggression of his kisses was both thrilling and exhilarating, igniting a flame that seemed to burn brighter with every touch.

As he kissed my neck with a fervor, the boundaries between us blurred, and the intensity of the connection we shared became undeniable. The passion in the air heightened, and the room seemed to close in, creating a space where desire and anticipation mingled.

Despite the intensity of the moment, there was a certain tenderness in Danny's touch—a delicate balance between the fierce passion and gentle softness.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

“I want you more than anything.”

“I want to make you feel how you deserve to feel.”

Leaving a trail of kisses down my neck to the top of my pelvis, he gently pulls my pants down. Laying a kiss on my center over my underwear, the feeling is overwhelming and I let out a soft moan.

His mouth against me becomes increasingly intense until I feel his tongue gently brush against my center, the licks becoming more aggressive.

“Holy fuck that feels amazing.”

“Shh just relax.”

I feet something bubbling my inside me, I grab his hand and he grips around it. He looks up at me through my legs and I melt. The feeling takes over my whole body but he doesn’t relent pushing me over the edge. When I start to come down from the high he goes back to kissing my center and stroking his thumb over my hand.

“Can I please do that again, you taste amazing.”

“Please.”

Going back to licking, this time focusing on my clit, makes my legs shake. I reach for his hand again. Once I started moaning and feel the beginning of that feeling bubbling again, he stops. Opening my eyes and looking to see what was happening, he lifts his finger to his mouth and covers it in saliva and brings it to my entrance

“Can I?”

“Yes.”

“I'll be gentle I promise.”

As soon as I felt his finger enter me, it was too much, digging my nails into his flesh. Suddenly, he stops.

“It's okay, I promise I won't hurt you.”

Relaxing into it, he pushes his finger in slowly till it is all the way. Then he returns his tongue to my clit the feeling Is pure bliss and I was quickly brought to climax again. This time I felt wetness cover his finger, which I could tell made him very happy. Licking his finger clean he leans over me and kisses me so passionately that all the breath was knocked out of me. He gently places his hand around my neck and licks into my mouth the feeling of his tongue is amazing. As I kiss him back, he holds me in place, then takes one hand and squeezes my breast. Taking his time to kiss and touch me, I felt the wetness pooling.

“I want you so bad.”

“Are you sure? We can just leave it here. I promise this was enough for me”

“Please fuck me.”

Just like that, he lines himself up with my opening. Looking in my eyes for any sign of fear, he kisses me deeply on the lips and pushes himself inside of me. Feeling the stretch instantly filling me up, I moaned into his mouth. he waits a little while for me to get used to his size, then slowly pushes himself deeper and deeper until it is all the way inside. kissing my neck, he slowly starts to pull out and push back in until I get used to the feeling. Moans quickly leave my mouth, and I claw at his back at the feeling, and I feel myself getting wetter.

“You feel so fucking good.” he moans into my ear.

“Such a good girl.”

As soon I could feel myself about to cum, he holds me tighter, relentlessly pounding deeper and deeper.

“I'm gonna cum.”

“Cum for me angel.”

Just like that I come undone, tensing around his cock.

“you're going to make me cum too.”

His cock twitches inside me as he cums, he pulls out and sends cum all over me. Getting up he gets a warm washcloth and cleans me up. He pulls me into a big bear hug and kisses my cheek. The feeling is so peaceful knowing Danny will always be there for me. I can trust him and know he wouldn't let me down. He plays with my hair until I fall asleep. Drifting off, I think to myself, I can't wait to try everything with danny.

#danny wagner #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #greta van fleet fic #gvf #gvf smut

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greazyfloz · 1 year

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Hiii, can I request a 1,2 and 4 angst with quinn please! Xxx

ANGST: 1.“I told you to leave. Why are you still here?”, 2. “Whatever, I’m leaving” “Don’t call me!”, & 4. “What are we?” “I can’t keep living this way” w/ Quinn Hughes

Can't Do This

Quinn and I were never officially dating, but we acted like it. We both gave off serious vibes that we were into each other, well, until tonight. I was friends with Jack growing up and somehow at the beginning of summer Quinn and I got involved with each other. Jack was fine with it because he said he always had a feeling I had a crush on Quinn.

We were secretive about what was going on and it started to make feel bad about myself. He continued dming and liking girls pictures on instagram and I just had enough of it all.

We were all out by the pool with a couple of the boys friends, it was labour day weekend so a bunch of their friends were able to come to the lake house. I had my feet dipped in the pool as I sat beside Faith, Trevor's new girlfriend as all the boys were playing water volleyball. Quinn's phone buzzed and he looked over at me.

"Can you see if that's Josh?" Quinn says as we were awaiting for Josh's arrival.

"Sure" I say standing up and making my way over to the lounger where he placed his phone. I flip over his phone and instead see a DM on instagram from someone named Camille. I get nosey and unlock his phone.

_quinnhughes: Hey!

randomigmodel: Hey!

_quinnhughes: you in Van?

randomigmodel: Yes I am ☺️

_quinnhughes: let me take you out when I get back

randomigmodel: I'd have to think about that...

_quinnhughes: trust me, you'll have a good night;)

randomigmodel: Oh that's what you really want

randomigmodel: I'm down for that 😏

randomigmodel: Let me know when ur back 😏

"What he say?" Quinn says and I look over at him trying hard not to show the anger raging inside of me but instead of my face deceiving me, my mouth does.

"It was Camille. She says she's down to fuck just let her know where and when" I say putting his phone back down before leaving everyone in the backyard and making my way into the kitchen.

I sit in the kitchen for a second before the door slides open again. Faith walks in and shuts the door behind her. "Hey- Oh my gosh, are you okay?" she asks me. I didn't even realize I was crying until she said that.

"I'm fine" I say quickly rubbing the tears away, "I don't know why I keep coming back here every weekend"

"Is it Quinn?" she asks me coming around the island where I was standing and wrapping her arm around me. "He is just in that phase" she says trying to comfort me.

"Well, when is he going to leave it?!" I say slightly aggressive and Faith steps back, "I'm sorry Faith. It's just so frustrating"

"It's okay, it sucks I understand-" she starts but the door sliding open and closed grabs both our attention, "I'll leave you two". She says leaving me with Quinn in the kitchen.

"What sucks?" Quinn asks coming closer to me, "Are you crying?"

"No Quinn" I say turning away from him but he walks around me

"Yes, you are"

"Quinn seriously, you are the last person I want to talk to or even look at right now!" I say before leaving the kitchen and making my way to the spare bedroom I was occupying for the weekend.

Quinn follows and slides in front of the door before I can open it. "What is that suppose to mean?" he asks me.

"Quinn, I'm so fucking confused okay?!"

"Why?!" Quinn yells back, his tone finally matching mine before the front door opens. I roll my eyes at the amount of times people entering rooms have interrupted me tonight.

"Hey" Josh says grabbing Quinn's attention allowing me to step around him and into the room. I quickly fix my makeup and put my hair up into a messy ponytail as the party was starting up soon, before calming myself down enough to go back out.

I didn't end up going back out with everyone until about an hour later, I made my way over to Trevor, Faith and Jack. I smile at them pretending nothing was wrong.

"Are you okay?" Jack leans in

"I'm fine" I say smiling at him doing a good job acting as if nothing was wrong.

"I don't believe you" Jack says, "Did the DM bother you?"

"No" I say back and he gives me a look that says 'yeah right', "Seriously, I'm fine"

"Then why is Quinn way over there, and you are way over here?"

"Trouble in paradise?" Trevor chimes in earning an elbow from Faith.

"Why do I have to initiate everything, Quinn isn't coming over here?" I say defending myself, "Where is the cooler?" I say looking around and Jack points across the pool deck beside Quinn.

They all watch as I make my way over and open the cooler beside Quinn, grabbing his attention as I look through the cooler for the drink I am looking for.

"What are you looking for?" Quinn asks and I ignore him, "White Claw?"

"No" I finally answer him as I pick a random drink and stand up facing him, "Sorry, I'm just exhausted from the sun" I lie as I feel Jack watching from the other side of the pool.

"It's okay" Quinn smiles as Josh comes over

"Hey!" he says bringing me in for a hug

I begin chatting to Josh as more and more people come and join the conversation. As the night goes on, I get tired of acting like I'm not upset about everything and sneak off to the small beach at the edge of the lot.

I begin throwing rocks into the lake until I feel arms wrap around my waist turning me around to face him. I look up to see Quinn leaning in to kiss me but I turn my face.

"What?" Quinn says looking offended

"What are we Quinn?" I ask him stepping back. I wait for his response but all I get from him is the visual of him scratching the back of his head as if he his thinking about it. I roll my eyes and start walking towards the house.

"Y/n, wait. Is this about what you read earlier?" he asks me and I stop dead in my tracks before turning back to look at him. I try to think of what to say but I blank. I turn back around and continue making my way to the house."Would you stop?" Quinn says as we enter the house. I ignore him entering my room.

"Quinn, I can't keep living this way" I finally say to him.

"What way?"

"Are you fucking stupid?" I ask him, "Do you not see how much these girls you DM and talk about hurt me?" I continue and Quinn just shakes his head. "Get out Quinn!" I say turning to my suitcase and throwing stuff in it.

"What are you doing?" Quinn says watching me pack

"I told you to leave. Why are you still here?”

no response just blank stare

"Whatever, I'm leaving!" I say brushing past him grabbing my car keys on the nightstand and opening the door, "Don't call me!" I say slamming the door behind me.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fic #nhl writing #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #hockey imagines #hockey writing

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princessfbi · 1 year

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okey so i need some tv recs for this hiatus 911 fan overall procedure fans i guess that's all the vibe i can think of to ask lol so hit me with your recs

EXCELLENT! So glad you’ve come to me Nonnie. I am honored. This is in no particular order but in terms of general procedurals with similar 911 vibes I’ve got a couple:

1. Sirens

It’s about a paramedic team in Chicago and it’s fucking hilarious. We're talking laugh out loud can still quote it from memory hilarious. There’s two seasons and each episode is about 25 minutes so it’s easy to get through. There is a British counterpart that is also funny but it’s definitely a different tone for sure.

**If you were a fan of Arrow then you'll recognize Josh Segarra

***Also you can scream with me and @lucydonato about the show

2. ER

I always describe 911 to people as ER for first responders. Part of that is because it’s so episodic. It gets really melodramatic at times and there are a LOT of story lines but for the most part the general stakes keep to one episode at a time and the show gives you permission to let things go which is nice. I’m a fan of the earlier seasons as opposed to the later seasons but Angela Bassett is in the last season. Lots of great guest spots and very character driven.

**Characters do die in this show so be aware of MCD warnings. No one is safe in that show. Except maybe Noah Wylie but that's cus it's Noah Wylie.

3. Numb3rs

It’s an awesome crime procedural with a twist on it. The oldest brother, Don, is an FBI agent who has his baby brother, Charlie, help him solve crime using math. This show has all the tropes too. Brother relationship, found family, etc etc.

4. Psych

It’s a procedural with a much lighter tone. Shawn pretends to be psychic and solves crime. It’s chaotic and messy and wonderful and perfect.

**Gives me coming home from the pool and vegging on the couch summer vibes.

5. Castle

On the same side of the coin, it’s another procedural with a twist. Castle is a successful mystery novelist who helps solve crime. Nathan Fillion for those fans of The Rookie and there's a lot powerful female characters in it.

6. Murder, She Wrote

MSW walked so that Castle could run. This is an oldie but a good. Angela Lansbury is a mystery writer who solves crime. It’s super cool knowing that she insisted on hiring a lot of older guest stars so that they could continue to be in the union and get their benefits. Also omg the 80s/90s wardrobe. There's also a couple of episodes with other detectives and crime solvers when Angela started to get tired carrying the weight of quality television on her shoulders.

7. Drop Dead Diva

THIS is such a good law procedural. It has the added bonus as having the same casting director as 911 so you’ll see a lot of familiar faces. But Deb is a model who died and got reincarnated in the body of a plus size lawyer named Jane and it’s the most wonderful little nugget that just existed in its own space. It was SO ahead of it's time on certain issues and it deals with a variety of topics such as body shaming, slut shaming, mental health, etc in such a kind and compassionate and positive way.

**Gives me late summer 'I haven't moved from the couch and omg it's season three' vibes

8. Scorpion

A team of geniuses (with neurodivergent representation in action genre scenarios) who help solve crime and crisis situations for homeland security. Lots of found family feelings! SO MANY! Big time character driven show.

9. White Collar

A white collar criminal agrees to help solve crime with the FBI agent who arrested him. Neal is so whumpable and it's one of the few times I've seen a fandom really embrace the idea of a poly relationship in fanon? Idk I wasn't really in it but the fics I saw all seemed to agree that no one would complain if Peter, Neal, and Elizabeth all lived happily ever after with their golden retriever. NOW, I will say this is a Jeff Eastin show and he has a tendency to take the amazing female characters in the show, throw them in a blender, and then bring them back as Frankenstein's monster bride and act like he didn't just ruin their character and it drives me fucking insane. BUT those first couple of seasons are fantastic.

Ask Me for TV Recs To Get You Through Hiatus

#anon #911 on abc #911 on fox #white collar #scorpion #murder she wrote #drop dead dive #castle #psych #numb3rs #er #sirens #tv show rec #wga solidarity #wga strong

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daisyful-gvf · 2 years

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sweet as berries

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pairings: josh kiszka x reader

tags: fluff, friends to lovers in a mild way, making out, drinking, autumnal vibes, josh is cute, idk people

word count: 5.3k

summary: a bonfire night w the kiszka twins, except you’ve had a crush on josh for god knows how long

notes: i imagine josh in this fic exactly like the above photo 🫶🏼 sweet bonfire boy.

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“Thought I may find you here,” you yelled.

He looked up from the beer he had just popped, and his face turned quickly from one of focus to one of pleasant surprise.

“Hey!” Josh beamed and pulled you into a hug before you had time to protest. He seemed to be a few beers deep from the subtle smell of alcohol and the slight glaze in his eyes.You nuzzled into his grey and black hoodie a bit, already smelling the bonfire on him.

“You have a drink?” He looked to your empty hands, answering his own question, “Let me get you one,” he patted your forearm gently. “Whatdya want? Beer, liquor? Wine cooler?”

“Um—“ you started.

“I want you to know if you say wine cooler, I’ll get ya one, but it’ll come with a heavy dose of judgment,”

You grinned at him and his teasing. Your cheeks were flushing already; you couldn’t help it. You were just like this around him, despite your best efforts not to be.

“Liquor,” you answered, “Vodka and sprite is fine,”

“Berry’s getting wild tonight, huh?” He winked at you and you rolled your eyes, feigning annoyance.

“Something like that,” you chuckled, taking the drink from him.

Berry. You could never get over how the nickname sounded in his mouth, no matter how many times you’d heard it.

One year in high school, you’d planted a bunch of strawberry plants in your backyard at home, resulting in an abundance of strawberries by early July. You brought the Kiszkas fresh strawberries just about every week until the season ended. Somewhere along the way, Josh and Jake had given you the name, and it stuck.

It wasn’t the first time you’d heard it again this summer. The guys had been home from tour for about a month now, so you’d been in and out. But seeing Josh each and every time was dizzying, this was no different.

“Oh, wait,” his voice pulled you out of your stream of consciousness.

He leaned forward and stuck his finger into the cup, then swirled it around. You gave a small laugh in disbelief. He pulled the finger out and licked it clean, something you had to try and not stare at, with his lips pink and glossy.

He smiled, “Had to stir it.”

You nodded, trying to keep it together.

“Where’s your brother?” You shouted over the music. He raised a brow and leaned into you to hear you, his head suddenly close to your body. You repeated the question and he nodded.

“Backyard, I think,” he answered, still close to you.

You gave him a final nod and then tried to decide the least awkward way to make an exit.

Before you could say something to the effect of ‘I’ll see you around,’ Josh spoke.

“I’ll help ya find him, come on “

Then, he was grabbing your hand to lead you. Your stomach dropped at the feeling of his warm palm against yours.

He tugged you along, weaving through the small crowd of people in his living room, before you made your way to the deck.

When you walked down the stairs of the wooden deck, there was a bonfire pit with hay bale seats circling it.

Hay bales.

Jake had assured you during your visit last week that they were purely seasonal, with it being late September and all, and that they weren’t that Michigander to have the bales out year round. If you hadn’t seen the regular lawn chairs out the rest of the year, you wouldn’t have believed it.

Currently, the bales were half-filled with random friends-of-friends, and one Jake, complete with an acoustic guitar.

He smiled at you once the bonfire illuminated your face in the dark.

“Berry!” He cheered, standing up from his spot and walking toward you for a greeting hug, causing Josh to drop your hand.

You laughed at Jake’s already drunken self.

“Hey, Jakey,” you patted his back a couple times as he hugged you almost too tight. When he pulled back, he grabbed the sides of your head and gave an obnoxiously loud kiss to your forehead.

“Ugh,” you wiped the spit off your face as he grinned at his work, “Thanks.”

“No problem at all,” he turned back to sit down in his seat, picking back up the guitar. Jake’s flannel shirt hung open, just one button done at the bottom; you’d expect nothing else. He wore his favorite blue jeans—he wore them so much they nearly started becoming a comfort item to you too.

“Well,” Josh rubbed his palms on the tops of his thighs awkwardly, watching you take a place next to Jake on the bales, “I suppose I’d better go make some rounds,” he thumbed to the house, “make sure no one’s breaking mom’s decor,”

You took a half second to decide whether you should protest his departure, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. You gave a soft smile and a nod, with a high-pitched, “Okay”

He nodded back, turning on his heels to head inside.

“You’re fucking pathetic,” Jake was giggling, shoving his elbow into your side, “Okay,” he mocked you.

You rolled your eyes and kicked over his beer that was sitting near your foot.

“Hey!” He furrowed his brow, leaning down to save the beer.

“Serves you right,” you taunted.

Jake put the bottle to his lips and threw back the rest of the drink, tossing the empty bottle into the fire. He chuckled to himself at that.

“Just get it over with and make out with him already. I’m sure he’d make out with you back. He’s really lame, he doesn’t get any action otherwise,” Jake mused, starting to pluck at the acoustic.

“Ohshutup,” You breathed, cheeks flushing at the suggestion.

Jake shrugged, “What do ya wanna hear, Berry?”

“Mm,” you took a long sip of your drink, “Surprise me,”

He rolled his eyes, “You always say that, you’re so boring,”

“Cause you always play what you want anyways. Just pick something,”

He laughed, “You know me well,”

He started plucking something soothing, some vaguely memorable melody.

You’d been friends with Jake for years; back when his band was barely even such a thing. He was—dare you say—probably your best friend.

The problem: with Jake came Josh, and that was far more complicated.

While they were twins, you couldn’t feel more differently about them. Jake was boyish and silly, easygoing and familiar. The perfect person to order a pizza with and hang out in the garage until 2am. He was understanding and kind.

Josh was Josh—toothy smiles, soft hands, suggestive strip of his stomach showing when he wiped his face with his shirt, plush lips he bit so often, velvet curls, umber irises, cautious gaze, bubbling laugh—you could go on for a while. He was mesmerizing.

Jake knew, at least in some sense, about how you felt about his twin. He teased you about it rarely, given that it clearly struck a nerve. But sometimes he couldn’t help it. He swore up and down, though, that he never said anything to Josh. You believed him, maybe stupidly, but you did.

“Hey,” Jake snapped you out of your daze. You blinked at him.

“Hmm?”

“I said, what are ya drinking?” He pointed to your cup.

“Oh. Vodka and sprite,”

He cringed, “Ew, okay. Well, finish it, you’re too far behind. I’m, like, two drinks from taking some clothes off for the hell of it, and you seem sober.”

You burst into a laugh, “God, please, no, spare us all.”

He gave you the finger before resuming his playing.

“Chug,” he said, nodding at you.

“What are we, sixteen?”

“Oh, shut up and do it already.”

So you did, cringing at the way the cheap vodka stung your throat, but getting it down nonetheless.

“Atta girl,” Jake grinned, “Lemme get us some more,”

He handed you the guitar, standing up to head inside.

You took it and amused yourself, playing random strings, attempting to recall the year or so Jake tried to teach you the instrument (tried being the key word).

It was peaceful: the crackling of the fire, the chilled september air, the soft murmur of the other partygoers immersed in their own conversation. You closed your eyes briefly as you plucked, breathing deeply.

“Play me some blues, Berry,” you heard his warm voice cut through everything else.

You opened your eyes to Josh standing a few feet away.

“Ha!” He laughed with a big smile, and your heart ached, “blues, Berry—sounds like blueberry, get it?”

You rolled your eyes at the awful pun. You patted the seat next to you on the haybale. He took it.

“You’re not blueberry, though, just Berry, aren’t ya? Strawberry, if anything, huh?”

You stopped the plucking and looked at him, taking in his drunken rambling. He looked so sweet, lit up in orange and yellow highlights from the flame, the hollow of his cheek perfectly shaded, his dimple easily visible.

“How drunk are you?” You grinned.

He nodded, “I feel great,”

You giggled, “Yeah? Didn’t really answer my question, did you?”

He giggled then—the most beautiful of sounds.

“Drunk,” he said, “Perfectly so, not too drunk, not too…” he furrowed his brow, “…under-drunk.”

“Okay,” you laughed, “Can you see straight?”

He squinted at you and then, in a motion that shocked you, he grabbed either side of your face with his hands. This was not like when Jake touched your face. This was a chill-inducing, cheek-warming touch.

You waited, still, trying to understand his actions.

“Yep,” he said, examining you, “Just as I thought, you have six eyes and four noses, as usual.”

You were too stunned at the feeling of his hands on you to laugh. He giggled again and dropped his hands, but not before he gave a soft touch to the tip of your nose.

“Relax, Berry, I’m only kidding, you don’t have four noses. And I’m not that drunk. Jake’s probably more gone than I am”

You exhaled, not realizing you’d been holding your breath. You offered a weak smile.

“I wouldn’t be upset if you had four noses, for the record,” he took a sip of his beer, “It’s a very cute nose, you could handle a few more.”

Forget what you said about breathing regularly. Your breath caught in your throat. You forced yourself to inhale anyways.

“Yeah?” You grinned, “Yours isn’t too bad, either,” you reached out and bopped the tip of his. He rewarded you with a playful grin.

In that second of time, it was like there was some mutual understanding. A fragile, vulnerable moment. His tongue licked over his bottom lip, his eyes flitted over your face, and then—

“So, I put a lot of vodka in here, I just wanna let you know,” Jake yelled, shoving the drink into your hand. You silently cursed him.

“Perfect,” you murmured, “I need to be more drunk, anyways,”

You took a heavy swig of it, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Josh, grab the guitar, Berry and I have to do these shots,”

Your head turned to Jake finally, registering what he said. Josh took the guitar from your lap and just then you spotted two little cups in Jake’s hand, nearly overflowing.

“Jake, no, you’re—“

“I didn’t ask!” He handed you one of them.

“I don’t have a chaser,”

“Oh my god,” Jake groaned, “Just use your drink, come on now, don’t let me show you up,”

You rolled your eyes and he cheers-ed you. You gave him a surrendering smile before tossing the shot back. Trying not to choke, you quickly chased it with the too-strong drink.

After you swallowed, you could not help the cough that was tickling your throat, trying to get revenge from the abuse you’d just put your body through.

Josh patted your back as you coughed for a moment, but it was soft—not hitting you on the back like you’d usually do, just soft pats. The feeling startled you enough to stop coughing.

“You got it, you got it,” Josh laughed, handing the guitar back to Jake with his free hand.

You looked at Josh and gave him a playful middle finger. He smiled, letting his hand fall gently down your back, skirting down your spine. You tried to savor the touch, expecting his hand to pull away soon, but then it stayed.

It rested on the small of your back, warmth radiating from his palm. He moved it slightly, rubbing softly. Your cheeks were hot.

You cautiously looked at him, waiting for it to be a dream.

He was watching the fire, taking the occasional sip of his beer, looking mesmerized by the flame. Just when you wondered if you were imagining the touch, he would rub gently again.

He finally met your gaze. His eyes glistened, not just from the liquor, but with the unspoken thing that was passing between the two of you.

“Having a good night, Berry?” He murmured.

Get it together, you told yourself, not wanting to throw away this whole opportunity because of how nervous he was making you.

“Yeah,” you rasped out, clearing your throat, then, “Yeah,” you repeated, grinning, “S’fun.”

He nodded, offering a gentle smile back, “Good, me too. What’s your favorite part?”

You

“The air,” You smiled, closing your eyes and breathing deeply. The breath helped ground you. “So crisp and cool.”

He nodded, “Yeah, yeah, that’s a good one. I like the fire,” he nodded at it.

“I know you do, you pyro,” you laughed.

“Oh, hush,” you could swear he was blushing, “It’s so…otherworldly, but so human. Look at the flames lick the air. And the ash glowing and swirling. Isn’t that something?”

You couldn’t look at the fire, though. Just him.

The shot was hitting you, warm and bold. He looked beautiful. You just wanted to kiss him.

He must have realized you weren’t paying attention, because his head snapped back to you. Almost immediately, he seemed to understand the look you were wearing.

His eyes danced from your lips to your eyes and back. You swallowed, just waiting, watching him closely.

He hummed, then, something you could barely hear over the background noise. A soft, pondering sound.

He nodded slightly, maybe just to himself. His hand on your back moved, and your entire body stilled, waiting for what it would do. He scooted closer to you and let his hand rest on the top of your thigh near your knee. There was no stopping the smile on your face.

“This okay?” He murmured, thumbing over your skin. You bit your bottom lip and nodded, fighting a wild grin. He nodded back, and then turned his attention back to the fire, all the while rubbing his thumb softly over your skin.

“Josh, sing a little,” Jake chirped, and you realized that he was actually playing a song.

You looked to Josh and watched him find his footing with the song. Softly, he started singing along. He gave an occasional bright smile, tapped his foot on the ground, and sang as he always did, wonderously.

You couldn’t place the song, you were probably what most would consider drunk at this point, but you knew it was something Dylan.

Jake got into it and went off on some acoustic tangent, and you were left with Josh humming along, grinning at you.

You bit back a smile, a little embarrassed at the attention, but you looked back at him.

“You drunk?” He asked you quietly. You nodded.

“You?” He nodded.

“Not terribly, but yeah,” He grinned. You both watched each other carefully, afraid to say something the other wasn’t ready for.

“Wanna go inside?” He asked, eyes flitting all over your face, “Get some water?”

Get some water

You turned it over in your head, trying to disassemble it, trying to pick up on any nuances. It was too hard, you were too affected by the liquor. You settled for a nod.

He stood up, extending a hand to you.

“Where ya goin?” Jake slurred, rapping his fingers against the guitar. You turned your head to him

“Gonna go get some water,” you answered

He looked between you and Josh and nodded.

“See ya later, Berry,” Jake tipped an imaginary hat to you and turned his attention back to playing.

You stood up, taking Josh’s hand, except—shit—you hadn’t stood up since all the drinking, and your head spun. You wavered, legs feeling not all there, and nearly fell over.

Josh caught you with a hand on your hip and another grabbing your forearm, giggling at your drunken display.

“You alright?” He laughed. He was so close, you could smell the beer on his breath.

“I dunno, actually,” you laughed, gripping his hoodie, trying to settle yourself.

“C’mere,” he said, and with that, you were being lifted, scooped up in his strong arms.

“Josh!” It startled you, “What—?”

He giggled, beginning to walk inside, “What?”

“I can walk, I just was a little dizzy…”

“Maybe I just wanna carry you, huh? That okay?”

You looked at him, his face mere inches from yours, and your stomach turned in a pleasant way.

He smiled at you as you both made your way into the house. A few people tossed some concerned looks your way at the sight of you being carried, but you could care less. You could only feel his warm hand on your thigh, on your arm. He smelled of the bonfire.

You realized then, that he had walked straight past the kitchen, and you were going upstairs.

“Getting water, huh?” You grinned

He smiled back, “We will, I just figure I should get you somewhere more comfortable than the crowded couch downstairs. S’that okay, Berry?”

You blushed at the nickname—something you heard so many times before sounded so tender now.

“Yeah, Josh,” you smiled softly at him.

He took you to his bedroom; the one just past Jake’s that you’d only seen peeks of for so many years.

“Now, don’t you judge the decor, I’m hardly home anymore. This is how high school Josh left it.”

You laughed, wondering what you were going to find.

He eased the door open with his foot and carried you into the dark room, setting you down on his bed. For a moment, you had to fight the urge to just pull him by the hem of his hoodie down on top of you.

He grinned sweetly at you as his hands left you. He stood up, running his hands into his hair.

“Lemme go get us some water, okay?” He said quietly. The room seemed so silent, even his quiet voice echoed in it. You nodded, and he moved towards the door.

“No touching anyrhing,” he grinned, before finally slipping through the open door. You laughed to yourself at his warning.

You looked around, then. It was too dim and you were too intoxicated to make out the details of the posters on his wall, or the various items on the wooden desk across from the bed, but you could see enough.

The room smelled of incense, and his bedding was burnt orange. There were a couple small plants in the windowsill, a plethora of books stacked against the wall. A pair of drumsticks on the floor, random pieces of notebook paper here and there.

You decided, then, that it was a bit too hard to look at everything, and opted instead for laying back on the bed, taking deep breaths. It smelled overwhelmingly like Josh, why that was shocking you weren’t sure, but it filled your chest with a warm, adoring feeling.

“I put extra ice in yours, cause you’re weird and I know you like ice,” His voice startled you, as gentle as it was.

You sat up and looked at him. He shut the door softly behind him, something that made your heart rate pick up. He left the lights off. The moon shone through the thin curtains, casting soft white-blue light over everything.

He handed you the water, and you took small sips. He took a seat in the desk chair, swiveled to face you, and sipped his.

“Good?” He smiled.

“Mm,” you hummed, taking another drink, “refreshing.”

He giggled. “So, how many of my secrets did you unveil during your time alone in here?”

You breathed out dramatically, “Far too many, Kiszka. Far too many.”

He laughed as you played along with the joke, “Hopefully not too many, I’d like to keep ya around, Berry.”

You stilled at that, looking over his face. His grin faded slowly, and now his eyes were fixed on your face.

“You’re so pretty,” he breathed.

You blinked, wondering if you heard him correctly.

“Mm?” you squeaked.

He stood up, walking closer, “You’re pretty,” he repeated, “You’re so pretty, always.”

You were glad the lights were off, as you were sure your cheeks were violently red. You sat in stunned silence. Speak, your mind urged you.

“Josh…” you trailed off, and he was close now. He pushed his knee gently between yours. “My water,” you murmured, unsure what to do with the cup, of all things.

“Just—here,” he took the plastic cup from you and tossed it to the floor.

You grabbed his hoodie and tugged, sending him falling on top of you. The bonfire scent was comforting and warm. The heat of his body radiated against your skin.

“Can I kiss you?” His eyes watched yours, almost frantic for an answer. You nodded, shocked that you’d landed here.

He didn’t kiss you, though. He moved a hand up to your face and brushed your hair aside, thumbing over your cheek. The touch was a static spark.

“Can you talk to me? You’re really quiet, it’s making me nervous,” he giggled.

“Sorry,” you exhaled, “I’m just…” you licked your lip, collecting yourself, “I’m surprised this is happening.”

“Really?” He grinned, still touching your cheek, “I haven’t made it obvious enough?”

Your breathing was shaky, “What?”

He just laughed, a sound that made you so giddy you could hardly stand it.

“I like you, Berry, quite a bit,” he watched your face, waiting for some kind of recongnition in your expression. Quickly, his face fell, “Oh, fuck, please don’t tell me it’s just me—“

“No, no, no,” you cut him off, “No, it’s not, of course it’s not just you. Sorry,” you tried to catch your breath, “I’m just kind of drunk and you’re on top of me, and it’s hard to think.”

He pulled his bottom lip under his teeth and waited. “Maybe we should have done this sober,” he laughed briefly, seeming slighly regretful.

You shook your head, pushing your body up into him a bit, “No…” you searched for the words, “No, I think this feels right.”

His eyes were shiny black pools in the dark lighting, and they watched you so closely. You could see him trying to study you, trying to understand every little thought you were having.

You just wanted him, you hoped that was plain as day.

You reached a hand up and traced it over his cheek, and gently, you urged his head towards yours.

He took the touch as your permission and finally closed the space, slotting his lips with yours. He was warm, and his lips were soft.

You hummed into him, a sound of relief and desire.

He gave a soft hum back, leaning fully over you now, one hand braced on the mattress by your head and the other still thumbing over your cheek.

You touched the soft side of his head with one hand, and brought the other up to touch his hand on the mattress.

Slowly, after a long moment of his lips pressed to yours, he pulled a centimeter away, and then came back deeper, mouth just barely open, a gentle invitation. His body was the perfect weight on top of you.

You nipped his bottom lip, sucking gently on it, and he whimpered softly.

“Josh,” you breathed. He leaned up and held your face, and he was smiling. Such a full-fledged smile.

“Fuck, I’m so mad I haven’t done this before now,” he bit his lip.

You giggled and scratched the side of his head lightly.

“Come back,” you murmured.

“Yeah?” He grinned. He looked wonderfully dazed.

“Please,” you whispered.

“Oh,” he was breathless, “You don’t need to say please, Berry,” he kissed you again, over and over, at some point gently sweeping his tongue over your bottom lip, and you let him.

Your tongues met easily, soft and unobtrusive, nothing too hot and heavy, but certainly intimate.

He made a suprising amount of sounds, which was music to your ears.

“Hey,” he separated you gently, “S’it okay if we move up there?” he pointed to the top of the bed. You nodded, offering him an eager smile.

He quickly removed himself from you and climbed to the top of the bed, leaning his head back against the pillows, half laying and half sitting. You realized he probably was asking you to straddle him, which made you blush in a scandalized sort of way.

He seemed to pick up on this, as his eyes widened, and his hands went up,

“We don’t have to—I’m not trying to—“

“Josh,” you rolled your eyes, making your way to him, “It’s okay, It’s just…,” you kneeled near him. There was no reason for you to be so bashful; you knew him so well. You were comfortable. It was just so new and so close.

“I’m just processing,” you grinned, “It’s fun,” you reassured, “it’s really fun.”

He bit his lip, a nervous habit, “Yeah, it is,” he smiled back, “You wanna come here?” He pat his lap softly, looking vulnerable.

You nodded and leaned forward to kiss him again as you swung a leg over his, sitting on his thighs.

“Shit,” he breathed against you, and you could not stop the slight whimper that slipped out of you.

His lips and tongue were warm, and you never wanted to stop feeling them. His hands rested on your waist, and yours on his jaw.

It went on for a few minutes, heady and more intoxicating than the liquor. Your lips were greedy, and they slipped down to lick a kiss against his jaw. His exhale was shaky.

“Berry, Berry, Berry,” he murmured, hooking your chin with his finger and bringing your gaze to meet his, “Let’s save that for another time, okay?” He grinned, “I don’t wanna do too much when I’m not sober,”

You nodded, feeling a little embarrassed at how eager you were.

“Sorry, I—”

He cut you off with a kiss. When he drew away, he spoke before you could, “Don’t be sorry, not even for a second,” he touched your nose gently, “I want that, too, I just wanna be sober,” he giggled again. His thumb grazed your cheek, then traced over your bottom lip.

“You’re so…” he shook his head slightly, “Mm. One more, come here,” he pulled you in, another hot and wet kiss.

You started laughing into it; you couldn’t contain the wonderous feeling in your chest. He laughed, too, kissing between the giggles.

“What are we laughing at?” He pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“I have no idea,” you admitted, “I’m just happy.”

He pulled your face away slowly, thumbing over your temple. “Good. Me too,”

You took a deep breath, just looking at the way the moon shone over his features.

“You wanna go do something?” He smirked. He reached for your hand and threaded his fingers into yours.

“Like what?” You whispered.

“Mm,” he grinned, “Wanna go sit on top of my Jeep and look at the sky?”

You felt like someone squeezed the air out of your chest. He was so perfect.

“Yeah,” you replied, eagerly, “But wait, we can’t drive,”

“No, no,” he giggled, “It’s just in the driveway, but I don’t think anyone will bother us up there. Everyone’s inside or in the backyard.”

You nodded, wiggling off his lap to stand up. You steadied yourself with a hand on the bed.

“Oh, god, you need me to carry you again?” He laughed, standing up.

“No, no, I’m fine,”

You smoothed out your hair and clothes, and he did the same. You caught him adjusting his shorts a bit and were unable to hold back the giggle that bubbled up in you.

“Shut up,” he blushed, “Come on, darling,” He extended a hand to you. If the alcohol wasn’t enough to make your legs weak, the ‘darling’ sure was. You took a grounding breath and laced your hand with his. His palm pressed against yours was the sweetest feeling.

He shot you a grin before guiding you through the door, down the stairs, out the front door.

He climbed onto the hard roof of his Jeep easily, like he’d done it a million times, and to be fair, he probably had.

He extended a hand to you and you carefully climbed up, almost falling on top of him once you got to the top.

Softly, he laughed, “Careful,” he murmured.

You moved to sit next to him but then he spoke, maybe emboldened from how you’d already reacted to him this evening, maybe the liquor, maybe just a bit of bravery:

“No, come here,” he opened his legs and pat the space between them, “You can lean back on me.”

You heart thrummed. You nodded and moved, sitting between his legs, resting a careful hand on his thigh. He slid his over yours, fingers looping together. His other hand pet your hair; something that felt extremely intimate given that you’d just finally kissed him about twenty minutes ago, but you didn’t really care. It was sweet.

You turned your attention to the sky.

The moon was shockingly large, a huge glowing mass in the sky. Something transcendent.

Michigan had just enough cornfields and just few enough city lights not to drown out the stars. You could see constellations. You searched for it…

“Taurus,” you pointed out the cluster of stars way far up, grinning at your ability to find it. You were just starting to sober up.

“Smart girl,” Josh murmured, “I can only find the dippers, to be honest. And the north star,” he pointed at it, “That would be embarassing if I couldn’t, though.”

You laughed. You searched for other constellations, pointing out this one and that. He would hum in acknowledgement.

“That one looks like a strawberry,” he pointed.

“That’s cephus, it’s not a strawberry,”

“Well, I don’t care, they should have named it Berry. That’s what it looks like.”

“I like when you call me that,” you said softly. There was a beat of silence.

“Yeah?” He murmured, so near your neck it gave you chills, “Me too. You’re sweet, I think it’s fitting.”

You were glad he couldn’t see your face. He continued,

“I’ve never liked when Jake called you it. I know it’s stupid, he doesn’t mean anything by it. But I do, ya know? I just want you to be my Berry, not his,”

Sort of stunned by the implication, you only managed a soft, “Josh…”

He waited for you to finish the sentence.

“I’m not his,” you said softly.

“Mmm,” Josh hummed into your hair, “I’ll get him to stop calling you that,”

You laughed, “Okay, you try that, let me know how it goes. Jake doesn’t do anything anyone tells him to.”

“Oh, he’ll listen, I’ll beat him up if I have to.”

You laughed harder, “Sure, Josh. Just let me know when that’s happening, I’d like to watch.”

“Of course, of course.”

You sighed and leaned back fully against him.

“So this isn’t a one-night thing?” You asked softly, almost afraid of his answer.

He took a deep breath, “I hope not. Do you want it to be?”

You shook your head, “No, not at all. I hope it’s not.”

“Good,” he pressed a kiss to your temple, “Now, let’s look at the stars again. Tell me all about ‘em.”

You scanned the sky for another you knew, pointed into the cool air, let him play with your hair, and named all the stars you could.

fin.

y’all i love josh kiszka so bad

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readyforthegarden · 11 months

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Ooh 6&17 with Josh or Sammy please? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 hit me with your best shot!

6. "are you really so oblivious?" & 17. "for years i have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence."

Weeell we're going with JOSH!!! We're gonna have some jealous Josh and suave Danny mixed in here bc i'm a brat and sucker for making them green jelly beans. Crystal I hope you like it!!

"Danny!" you laughed as the tall man pretending to dance up on you from behind, you leaned forward, trying to angle yourself away from your tipsy friend. "Go away!"

"Come on, dance with me!" Danny whined, taking your wrist in his hand, gently tugging you towards the bars small dance floor. "You're the only other person in this group with rhythm." you sighed, looking into his pouting face and knocked back your own drink, letting him drag out you.

The bar wasn't one the group of you would typically go to, it bordered on a club and played more contemporary and dance music. Danny and yourself didn't mind, but the others in your group preferred more dive bar vibes.

Danny grinned as you started dancing with him, his hands on your hips. You followed his lead, moving with him and music and losing yourself for a little bit. It felt good to dance, and with a guy who knew how to do it, too. After a while, you noticed Danny glancing over your shoulder, back to the bar.

"What, what's happening?" you moved to look but Danny stopped you. You gazed at him in confusion, but he just smirked.

"Josh is glaring at me right now." Danny informed you. "Like, he's trying to murder me with his stare." you furrowed your brows.

"Why would he do that?" you asked Danny, as the taller man wrapped his arm around your waist, pressing you into him tighter.

"Are you really so oblivious?" Danny stared at you in disbelief. "Josh has a major crush on you."

"What? No!" you shook your head and rolled your eyes.

"He thinks it's secret. That nobody knows, but it's not hard to see it when he shoots daggers at anyone who gets too close to you." Danny explained. "He's in love with you."

"If you're teasing me, this isn't funny." you scowled at Danny, showing him how unamused with his joke you were. You'd always harbored feelings for Josh, falling in love with him like you would a warm summer day. Every time he smiled at you, laughed at a joke, even called your name for the most mundane reason, you felt the tingly heat of the sun spread across your skin in the most delicious way.

"I'm being serious." Danny persisted. "Here, I'm gonna turn you around, and when I do, peek at him. He's absolutely raging." Danny did as he said, spinning you around and pulling yourself back into him, continuing to dance with you. "Look now." Danny whispered in your ear. You glanced up towards the bar, and caught Josh clenching his jaw, indeed staring daggers at Danny. His eyes darted over to you, and you watched the soften for a moment, then he completely averted his gaze, sipping his drink and putting his attention back to whatever bother was talking louder.

"He was staring!" you turned back around, eyes wide.

"Have I ever lied to you?" Danny chuckled. "Now, you should go dance your way over to him, and take his ass home with you."

"Danny, come on."

"I mean it!" Danny protested. "I might be a little tipsy, but I'm not blind. You and Josh have been so in love with each other since you two met." he put his hands on either side of your face. "Go get him." Danny turned you around, nudging you back towards Josh. After a few moments, you walked over to the bar, wedging yourself between Josh and Jake as Danny came over and engaged the younger twin in conversation.

"Hey," you leaned over, near-startling Josh.

"Hi," Josh greeted you tightly.

"Do you wanna take a walk?" you asked. "I'm too hot from dancing and don't want to go outside alone."

"Why doesn't Danny go with you?" Josh asked.

"I don't want him to, I'm asking you." you replied. Josh's cheeks reddened as you held his stare.

"Sure," Josh moved from his bar stool, leading you out of the bar. As soon as you got outside, your entire body was chilled. The late night air was brisk against your skin, causing goosebumps to rise on your flesh. You and Josh walked in silence for a little bit. You wanted to bring up the crush, but what if Danny was misinterpreting Josh's looks? What if Josh was looking at someone else on the dance floor, not you and Danny?

"It's colder than I thought it would be." you broke the ice, chuckling under your breath. Silently, Josh unbuttoned his long sleeved shirt, exposing the white long sleeved shirt underneath. He fluidly slipped the button down off and draped it over your shoulders as you both continued to walk. The spice of his cologne invaded your senses, and instead of the warm fabric easing them, it only created more.

"Better?" Josh asked softly, watching you thread your arms through the sleeves.

"Yeah, thank you." you smiled at him. You picked at the hem of the shirt as you walked, building up the courage to say something, but Josh got there first.

"You look pretty tonight," he complimented, giving you a soft smile. "Beautiful, actually. I like what You've done with your hair, the uh, the curls, waves.."

"Oh, thank you." you blushed, wanting to giggle and scream as he reached over and helped you pull your hair from under his shirt. His fingertips brushed against your neck and you fought back the shiver he drew from you.

"So...you and Danny?" Josh drew his hand away, tucking it into his pocket.

"Me and Danny what?" you raised an eyebrow. Josh shrugged, looking anywhere but you.

"How uh, how long have you guys been together?"

"Josh, I'm not seeing Danny." you informed him. "We just danced together."

"Oh...yeah," Josh sighed and you weren't sure if it was disbelief or relief.

"I would have rather been dancing with someone else, if I'm being honest." you mused, glancing at him from the corner of your eyes. His head whipped over to you, staring curiously.

"Yeah?"

"Well, I would have rather danced with you." you let the words tumble out of your mouth quickly, ripping off the proverbial bandaid. Josh stopped dead in his tracks.

"What?"

"I would have rather been dancing with you, Josh." you said again, turning to look at him. "Josh since the day we met I-" your words were cut off, Josh's hands cradling your face much like Danny's had, but Josh was pressing his lips against yours. You melted into his embrace, grabbing his sides and tugging yourself closer to him. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, biting his lower lip before speaking again.

"For years, I have yearned for you," Josh murmured. "In secrecy and silence, because I couldn't believe that you would fall for someone like me."

"Someone like you?" you huffed a short, giddy laugh. "Josh I've been head over heels since the first moment you said my name. There is no one else I've ever felt this way for in my entire life." you kissed again, this time you initiating it. Your arms wrapped around Josh's broad shoulders, and he put his on your waist, backing you up against the wall of the building next to you. This time when you parted, Josh gave you a sappy smile.

"Let me take you on a date, buy you a drink, a car, a house we can build the rest of our lives together in." he insisted.

"That's a lot, Josh. Right now, I'd rather have a greasy fast food cheeseburger." you whispered with a laugh, your heart flipping at the idea of spending the rest of your life with Josh.

"Okay, we'll start with a cheeseburger, then we'll move on to forever, okay?"

"Sounds like a plan, Josh."

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garbagevanfleet · 2 years

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Pink Lemonade (series)

PART FOUR

Pairing: Sam x female!reader

Word Count: 8k words

Summary: Being a counselor at your childhood summer camp had been your dream since you were little and you had a specific vision of how it would go when it finally happened. You had not, however, planned to make an immediate enemy.

WARNINGS (this chapter): alcohol consumption, tobacco use

Special thanks to @gardenvanfleet for being the very best editor and friend

Special Playlist here (highly recommended as it fits the vibe immaculately)

The day that the kids left was bittersweet. You had been worried you’d cry, but you were able to hold it together as you got the kids reunited with their family members. Then, all you had to think about was how you’d spend your few days off. You could drive home, but it was a bit of a hike at roughly two and a half hours (one way), so you decided you’d save that trip for mid-summer.

Dinner that night was quiet without the kids. Even though you’d experienced a couple of meals there before the kids had first arrived, you’d gotten so used to (and fond of) the chaos, that sitting in a relatively calm dining hall felt a little off.

You waited for Josh at the table that had kind of slipped into the status of “yours”, but after a few minutes went by, you decided that the idea of eating cold french fries wasn’t as appealing. You’d picked the side of the table that put you facing the doors, so you, unfortunately, met Sam’s eyes the second he walked in, Josh at his side.

Because the room was so disturbingly quiet, you were easily able to overhear the snide comment Sam made to him over the sound of other counselors’ conversations melting together.

“Rude of you to keep your girlfriend waiting.” He gestured vaguely toward you, and the smirk he was wearing as he did so had you flushing pink. Simply because you knew pretending to not have heard him was the least embarrassing route, you reached for the cup of lemonade in front of you and buried your face in it.

Josh seemed genuinely confused until he followed Sam’s eyes, and then he shot his brother a glare. You’d never seen that expression on his face before, but to his credit, it was rather cold and sharp despite how soft of a guy he was.

“Grow up, Sam,” he bit back, expressing a feeling of exhaustion for his brother’s behavior rather than one of genuine anger. You were left to wonder how many times he’d had to put him in his place growing up - what that would even look like.

As they went through the line, you heard them talking about their campers, and Josh - bless his heart - made sure to remind Sam of his responsibility to clean the cabin, which was met with a deep eye roll, you’re sure. In your opinion, Sam was the last person you could think of that would deserve such a soft, guiding hand.

You’d love to see him get smacked. Not hard but hard enough.

After they’d gotten their meal in order, Sam started to head for the front doors, but Josh grabbed for his shoulder, nearly losing the balance of his tray in the process.

“You can’t keep eating meals in your cabin. Why don’t you try to make some friends?” he suggested, barely managing to keep a kind tone to match the faux-patient expression painted across his face.

“For what?” Sam scoffed, though something about the interaction told you that he thrived under the negative attention.

Seeing them stand next to each other was uncanny. Sam had a few good inches on him, but he still wilted defensively as Josh’s posture hardened and he took a step closer. He kept it hushed enough that you couldn’t quite make out what he was saying, but their body language made it clear that Sam was receiving a stern lecture.

Suddenly concerned you’d be caught spectating, you fixed your gaze on your plate while still absorbing what you could from your peripheral. You’d thought Sam would storm out, but instead, you just heard him give an inconvenienced sigh, and then you snuck a peek just in time to see him nod before turning on his heel and continuing on his way for the doors.

You were trying to look inconspicuous by popping a section of a mandarin orange past your lips as Josh settled in across from you, but you were positive you fell short by a mile by the way he gave you an apologetic smile.

“Sorry if you had to hear any of that,” he quickly offered, slumping forward into his elbows.

Instead of prodding into that dramatic scene like you were going to, you abandoned the idea to instead ask, “Are you alright?”

He nodded convincingly, looking grateful for your interest in his well-being as he replied, “Yeah. I’m missing my kids already.” After a brief pause, a solemn look reached his brown eyes as he absently ran his fingers through his curls. “A lot of them were crying leaving today and I’m just too soft for that shit.”

Because you were unsure how to portray your sympathy, all you could really offer in consolation was an apologetic look.

“I shouldn’t be taking it out on anyone though.” After a second, Josh glanced over his shoulder with a remorseful little frown playing on his lips, making the subject of his statement obvious despite the fact that Sam was already long gone.

You hummed noncommittally, and when he turned back around he shook his head and huffed a laugh at your weak attempt at disguising your opinion on the contrary.

After a second, you shrugged and stated, “I mean...I’m surprised you don’t snap at him more, to be honest.”

He picked up one of his french fries, and just before popping it into his mouth, he smiled and nonchalantly explained, “I’m just not that kind of guy.”

“Well, then you’re a better man than I.” You sipped out of your cup and then chanced to ask, “Is he like this at home too?”

As if he were trying to remember, Josh’s eyes flitted around as he pondered the answer. “No. Well, at least, not as bad as he is with you.” After you gave him a look that prompted him to follow that thought, he continued. “He’s a really interesting kid actually. He’s smart - like, smarter than anyone else in our family. Maybe with an exception for our sister, but she’s just confusingly street smart.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the playfully puzzled timbre that he employed.

“I know he had big plans for this summer, and I really think he’s more upset with himself for getting himself into this situation in the first place. And, frankly, I think he’s using rage as a tool to deflect and dissociate - to distance himself from the deeper issue, you know?”

Without letting your impressed state come off as condescending, you raised your eyebrows at him and admitted, “That’s very insightful of you.”

He shot you a cheeky smile and then, after a beat of comfortable silence, you worked up the courage to sheepishly ask, “What did you say to him?”

Josh glanced up at you and asked, “Just a few minutes ago?” After you nodded at him in confirmation, he smiled to himself and fixed his eyes on his plate for a moment before looking back up at you again. “Well, whatever it was, I think it got my point across.”

You wanted to press him further - you were pretty sure he’d tell you given enough badgering, but you decided against it. Rolling your eyes in the most annoyed fashion you could muster forth, you closed the subject with a simple, “Here’s hoping.”

❀❀❀

You spent the rest of the evening playing a card game with Josh and his co-counselor, Ashley, in the boys’ Maple cabin. Unsurprisingly, Josh had spent his free time that day cleaning it, so by the time you showed up, it was spick and span.

In preparation, Josh had walked all the way back to the rec hall to pop a bag of post-dinner popcorn, and the room smelled like butter mixed with the Strawberries And Cream candle Ashley had thoughtfully brought from her room.

It hadn’t occurred to you until Josh was walking you back to your cabin around midnight that you’d be spending the night alone. Normally, that would be a nice treat, since you still lived with your parents back home, but after having fallen asleep to the hushed giggling of your campers for the past two weeks, the idea of being all alone in an unfamiliar room was suddenly a little off-putting.

Like he could sense your hesitation, Josh paused with you when you stalled in front of the path up to your cabin.

“What’s wrong?”

It was embarrassing, and you could feel your cheeks flushing as you tried to figure out the least humiliating way to say it. “I just realized how weird sleeping tonight will be.”

He gave you a sympathetic smile and nodded in understanding. “I don’t really like it either, which is why Ashley and I are having a sleepover in my cabin in the camper beds. You wanna join us? The best part is that we can all have a top bunk.”

You snorted a laugh at the incredibly charming but absurd proposition, so he enthusiastically stated, “It’ll be like we’re the ones at camp! We could tell ghost stories, and I think Ashley mentioned that she brought pore masks - whatever the hell that is.”

Since you still had your nose scrunched up in an unsure expression, he teasingly added, “I mean, it’s either that or see if Sam would have you.”

The accusing look you shot in his direction was venomous enough that he held his hands up in defense of his grinning face. Still, you couldn’t really argue, because he was right - you were left with limited options.

He patiently waited for you to pack your pajamas and toothbrush away into your backpack, and on the way back down the trail, you cleared your throat to speak again. “Thank you for walking my ass all over camp.”

Josh hummed, and despite your sincere gratitude, a smug little smile found his lips. “Having a good rapport with your co-counselor really pays off. You should try it.”

Dubiously, you replied, “You don’t think I’ve tried? I’m clearly not the problem.”

He nodded in allowance and fondly assured, “I know you’re not, but there’s gotta be times when he’s not quite as cold with you, right?”

After chewing it over, you shrugged as best you could with your backpack around your shoulders. “I guess. There was one time where he actually joked with me - no hostility or anything.”

Your admittance had Josh’s smile stretching a little further. “That doesn’t seem like something I’d do with someone I hated.”

The notion made your stomach twist, so you sidestepped his statement in favor of, “I don’t think I believe that you could hate anyone.”

“That’s not true,” he objected, but it took him a second to conjure forth an example. “I hate people that litter.”

“Valid,” you giggled. “Pure trash.”

❀❀❀

You’d been concerned that you’d have trouble falling asleep in the Maple cabin, but you woke up to Josh gently grabbing your shoulder. You peered over the edge of the bunk to find that he was standing on the bed frame to be able to reach you.

He breathed a laugh, presumably at how disoriented you were as you surveyed your unfamiliar surroundings.

“Morning. Ash and I are headed to breakfast,” he informed you. “Actually, she already headed that way. You gonna join us?”

You sat up and fought your protesting muscles as you stretched. There was a kink in your upper shoulder that you prodded at as you informed no one in particular, “Okay, I won’t be sleeping in a bunk anymore.”

He hummed in amusement and then hopped off the side to pad towards his room in the back of the cabin. “Yeah, somehow I woke up in my own bed, so I’m guessing sleeping Josh is in agreement with you.”

With an accusatory glare aimed in his direction, you climbed down to the creaky wooden floor, but you could hold no contempt for him. “Shit, I forgot to grab a fresh set of clothes for this morning.”

“You want me to walk you back to your cabin so you can change before we eat?” he offered, firmly cementing your previous thought about him as he dusted the wrinkles off the fresh shirt he’d changed into in his absence.

“No, no, that’s okay. That’s like a twenty-minute walk. I’ll probably take a long shower after I clean up my cabin today.” As you talked, you made your way to the little bathroom to brush your teeth, and when you came out to retrieve your clothes from the day before, he asked, “Do you want me to help?”

“Help me clean?” you laughed. “Josh, you don’t have to clean my cabin with me. You already cleaned yours, and I’m positive you helped clean Ashley’s too.”

The fondness behind your chiding tone made him smirk at you. Instead of confirming your accusation, he leaned back against the post of the bunk closest to the door, propping himself up with his foot as you disappeared around the corner to change.

Since the space was so compact, you were sure he could still hear you perfectly when you added, “What I’d like is some enthusiastic assistance from my own partner so you don’t feel the need to offer to help clean a third cabin.”

“I really don’t mind,” he assured, wearing a smile that you could hear from the other room. “It would not be my recommendation to wait for Sam to offer his labor in any way that’s not expressly required of him.”

Once you met him back in the main room and headed for the door, you assured him, “Don’t you worry about that - I’m not quite that stupid.”

The cafeteria was sparsely populated at best, which, if you had to guess, was a result of oversleeping on the part of most of the other counselors. Since you could do just about anything on your free weekends, you imagined a lot of your colleagues were sporting impressive hangovers, despite the fact that the counselor guide stated that alcohol on the grounds was frowned upon and strictly forbidden while campers were present on the grounds.

“Sheesh, everyone’s looking a little rough today,” you jested, gently nudging your elbow into Josh’s side as he ushered you into the line ahead of him.

“Don’t laugh,” he suggested in a smug timbre. “That’ll be you tomorrow morning.”

Throwing a glance at him over your shoulder, you hoped he could see your quirked eyebrow as you challenged, “And why would that be?”

“Because every Saturday that the kids are gone, we go absolutely bananas.”

You physically couldn’t stop yourself from barking a laugh, and you didn’t even have to turn to gauge his expression - you could practically feel how proud he was to have gotten the reaction he was aiming for.

“Josh. Say the word fuck,” you requested, making him snicker behind you. He reached past you and grabbed an apple from a neat pyramid of them to deliver to his tray.

“No,” he quipped in childish defiance.

It didn’t take the two of you terribly long to make it to the end of the line, and you continued to jest with him until you turned to find a seat. Not a single word needed to be spoken once your eyes landed on Sam, sitting by himself in the corner of the room; you knew instantly that Josh was going to make his way over there.

“Nice of you to join us this morning, Samuel,” he greeted in his usual chipper cadence, but Sam barely acknowledged him other than to give an indifferent hum. There was a book taking up the space on the table in front of him where his food should have been, and his brown eyes didn’t stop thoughtfully scanning over the pages until Josh settled into the seat across from him. Sam was shockingly quick to swallow the reality that the two of you weren’t going to just disappear, no matter how deeply he (and also you) wanted it; he closed the cover of his book with an equally surprising lack of hostility in the action.

“Are you not having breakfast?” you asked, simply to keep the conversation going. His eyes were watching your hands as you absently situated your silverware, only flicking up to meet yours once he was good and ready.

“No,” he replied simply, and you thought he’d leave it there, but he took you off guard a third time by finishing with, “I had a Pop-tart in bed.”

Before you could think to stop yourself, you blurted out, “What flavor?”

He raised one of his eyebrows at you but obliged. If you tried really hard, you could almost pretend that there was a smile hidden behind the intentional tight line that his lips were set into as he informed you, “Cherry.”

You had never had such a casual conversation with him; it felt like uncharted territory, so you practiced a liberal amount of caution as you nodded. “Solid choice. Easily the best kind, in my opinion.”

“My favorite were the Strawberry Milkshake ones, but they got discontinued,” Josh chimed in as he worked to stab the tines of his fork through a green grape with a charming amount of difficulty. “So, tragically, I settle for Wild Berry.”

“They still make those. I saw them at the grocery store a couple of months ago, and I remember because I thought about how gross they looked,” you informed him fondly.

He set his fork down completely so he could fully turn his head and look at you, eyes narrowed. “I’m happy to hear that they’re back, but the Strawberry Milkshake Pop-tarts slander has to end.”

“No, she’s right because you’re supposed to put them in the toaster and who the fuck wants a hot milkshake?” Sam quipped, somehow maintaining a faint sneer despite how shallow the content of the conversation was. “The Cinnamon Roll ones you like are gross too.”

Josh shot a look in his direction, just to make clear the depth of his distaste for Sam’s opinion. You hummed through a crooked smile. “I actually like those ones.”

Sam adopted a cheeky tone as he retorted, “Well, you had to go back to being wrong at some point - I see you’re choosing sooner rather than later.”

Huffing a laugh, you rolled your eyes at him. “And here I was just about to offer my help cleaning your cabin today.”

As if it were the most satisfying moment of his life, he made sure the words had an edge as he smugly informed you, “I already cleaned it.”

You had a forkful of eggs on the way to your mouth, but you momentarily abandoned them to meet Sam’s eyes. “You what?”

Judging by the way he nodded at you slowly, holding onto that shit-eating smirk, you were able to surmise that he was thriving in that moment. “You heard me. I cleaned it last night.”

You weren’t entirely sure how to react, so you looked over at Josh for a hint, only to find that he was doing a very poor job of pursing back a smile as he pretended to be very interested in his tray of food.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t clean yours right away,” Sam pressed in faux shock, though it was crystal clear that he was somehow already aware you hadn’t. Your features were schooled into an unimpressed glare as you opted not to respond - not that you had to. Just to drive the knife a little deeper, he delighted in adding, “I’d say that constitutes as out-counseling.”

It took your brain a couple of seconds of lag before you realized you should snap back at him, so in the most sarcastic tone you could dredge up, you drawled, “Oh, does it, Sam? Because you cleaned your cabin a few hours before me?” Without your conscious permission, your hips lifted off the plastic seat as you heightened yourself to him, and in the most annoying, smug way, his eyes followed the action as if it were a clear indication that he was winning the undefined argument.

You realized you might be overreacting when, out of your peripheral, you could see Josh quickly glancing back and forth between the two of you, as if he were waiting for it to come to blows. The heat was rushing to your face as you sat back down and let out a quick breath.

Pleased to hell and back, Sam was smirking devilishly as he noted, “Wow, that was quite the reaction for someone that’s been bitching at me to be a better counselor for two grueling weeks.”

After a few long seconds of you keeping your eyes anywhere but in Sam’s direction, you looked up at him and muttered, “I hate you.”

“Good.” That was apparently where he wanted the conversation to end because he wordlessly tucked his book under his arm and made his way to the front doors.

Both you and Josh watched until he was completely out of sight, and when you were able to push past the embarrassment of the moment to meet his eyes, Josh was wearing an expression that hinted at his alarm and amusement with the display he’d just witnessed.

He didn’t say anything until he realized you weren’t going to.

“I know you didn’t ask for my opinion, but I think you two might need therapy,” he stated surely, setting his elbow on the tabletop and then using it to prop himself up casually.

You glared at him out of the corner of your eye. “You’re right,” you agreed, and then quickly added, “I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

An abrupt laugh bubbled past his lips, but he decided to leave it there, which you found yourself grateful for. The two of you finished your breakfast in relative silence, though it wasn’t uncomfortable - Josh had never given you a single reason to dislike his presence the way his brother had.

One last time, he’d offered to walk you back to your cabin so he could help you clean, but you’d politely declined, telling him you could benefit from some alone time before the grounds were swarming with excited children again.

The weather on the walk back coaxed you into a euphoric state, so you took your sweet time to drink it in. A Pinterest mood board couldn’t have painted a more perfect picture of summer than the warmth of the sun, paired with the smell of freshly cut grass carried on a light breeze and the sound of the treads of your sneakers chewing the dirt path with every step.

The tree line surrounding your cabin was littered with little wildflowers that peeked their pretty faces out of the thick grass, so you spared a few seconds to duck to your haunches and say hello to them. You thought about plucking a couple to liven up your cabin until the kids came back, but you realized they’d look a little silly sitting in one of the paper Dixie cups the campers used to rinse the toothpaste from their mouths. Instead, you left them undisturbed.

Sam had been so quiet that you hadn’t noticed him until you were standing only a few feet from where he was propped up against the wood siding of his cabin, his long legs stretched out in the grass and crossed at the bare ankle. He had the sleeves of his t-shirt rolled up to the tops of his shoulders, letting the oft-forgotten skin get as much sun as he could absorb. As soon as your eyes landed on him, you fixed your expression into a glare that he just breathed a laugh at.

“Did Josh not walk you back?” he inquired, his tone giving away the lack of good faith behind his question. “Not very gentlemanly of him. What if you got lost?”

Keeping a cold demeanor, you replied, “He offered, but I declined. And what would you know about being a gentleman?”

He didn’t seem affected in the slightest; he held onto the cheeky smile as he disregarded your snide remark. “Getting sick of him already?”

“Of course not - he’s my only friend here,” you objected, crossing your arms over your chest defensively. “I had wanted to be friends with my partner, but that hasn’t been working out for me.”

You’d been hoping to see even a hint of guilt in his expression, but the faux sympathy you found instead didn’t taste the same. “Tough luck, huh?”

The moment fell silent, save for the off-beat chirping of the songbirds in the surrounding woods, and you left him to marinate in his uncertainty as you stared at him in consideration.

Finally, once he’d grown bored of waiting for you to say something, he expectantly quirked an eyebrow at you and muttered, “What?”

Something had clicked into place in those quiet seconds as you absently surveyed his face. Why had Sam come to breakfast that morning? If he’d already eaten, and he disliked being around the masses as much as he claimed, there really shouldn’t have been a reason for him to show up at all.

It felt like a piece of the puzzle he hadn’t meant for you to put together - like he’d been counting on you being so shocked to see him that morning that you wouldn’t even think to question it.

But you weren’t ready to let him in on the thought yet. Instead, you just huffed a laugh and wordlessly sauntered past him.

You threw all the windows open as you cleaned your cabin with a sense of self-satisfaction. The kids had all packed their bedding into a couple of large laundry bags, which eliminated a good chunk of work in your opinion, so once the floors were mopped and the entire bathroom was scrubbed - top to bottom - all you had to do was haul the bags down to the mess hall.

Unfortunately for you, they were heavier than they looked. As you slung one over each shoulder, you found yourself suddenly regretting not letting Josh stick around.

In an even more unfortunate twist of fate, Sam was still taking up space outside when you stepped out the front door. The book he’d had that morning was open in his lap, and he didn’t look up from it as you passed him, but the smug look he wore told you he was well aware that you were struggling.

He didn’t offer his help, and you sure as hell didn’t ask, so by the time you got the bags to the laundry room, you were covered in a light sheen of sweat. There was a kind, middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair that did all the laundry there on the weekends, and he informed you that you could pick up fresh sets tomorrow whenever you had a chance. You thanked him sincerely and headed back to your cabin, still trying to catch your breath.

Josh was standing on the path, looking down at Sam as you came up the hill, and when he saw you, he gave you an apologetic smile.

“Hey, sorry. I was going to text you but I realized we never exchanged numbers,” he explained and then flicked his eyes over at his brother, who was still lounging in the same position you’d left him in. “I was just telling Sam that there’s a bonfire tonight at the Birch cabins. I would have told you earlier, but Ash and I just found out.”

Bypassing all of his charming apologies, you warmly stated, “That sounds fun. So anyone can come?”

“Yeah, any counselor. Do you know where Birch is?” When you admitted with a shake of your head that you didn’t, he informed you, “They’re the ones by the archery range. Do you want me to come get you?”

As subtly as you could, you glanced over at Sam out of your peripheral to find him wearing a little smirk as he kept his attention fixed on his book.

“No, I’m sure Sam and I can find our way,” you declined sweetly, knowing full well that he’d have an issue with you signing him up for the event without any indication that he wanted to attend. His eyes were narrowed challengingly as he laid them on you.

“And what the hell does this have to do with me?” he retorted sourly.

Feigning innocence, you smiled down at him. “Well, after you expressed your concern about me getting lost earlier, I figured you’d want to make sure.”

“Well, you were wrong,” he informed you flatly, pointedly adding, “Again.”

Josh huffed, rolling his eyes, though the gesture still held a certain amount of fondness to it. “Christ, Sam. I’m sure you were going to go anyway, so just walk with her.”

Sam shot him a sharp look but didn’t bother arguing the point any further.

“Great,” Josh declared, adding a finality to it by clapping his hands together. “Everything usually starts up around eight, but I’ll see you both at dinner. Try not to kill each other before then.”

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That evening, the cafeteria was abuzz with anticipation. You hadn’t been expecting it to be such a big deal, but you figured out pretty quickly that this was what most counselors lived for - those few hours on the free weekends when they could really let loose.

You’d spent undeniably too long in the shower, loving the feeling of lukewarm water on your sweat-damp skin, and you had decided to let your hair air-dry during dinner instead of heat-treating it.

Josh had asked what you were going to wear in between bites of his tacos, but you hadn’t been sure until you were riffling through your clothes and came across a pair of daisy-print denim shorts that you’d forgotten you’d packed. You were proud of yourself for having the foresight to bring some beauty products for this exact occasion - you’d gone back and forth on the idea as you were packing your bag to leave home, but in the end, you’d correctly decided it was better to be safe than sorry.

Since you knew it would likely still be warm, even at night, you didn’t go overboard, but you thoroughly enjoyed yourself as you swiped some mascara onto your lashes with your favorite pop playlist acting as a soundtrack for you.

Two sharp knocks on the door around eight told you Sam was ready, and before he’d even given you a reasonable amount of time to cross the room, he impatiently repeated the raps against the wood.

You slung the door open to find him with a cigarette hanging from his lips that you judged with a quirked eyebrow for a few short seconds before he finally stated, “Let’s go.”

You knew his willingness to play along with this stunt you’d arranged was dubious at best. It wasn’t like you actually needed him to escort you there - you’d only signed him up to do so because you knew it would piss him off. That’s why, instead of making any kind of snide remark, you just smiled at him and said, “Yeah, let’s.”

The walk down to the archery range usually took about twenty minutes. You knew there were certain shortcuts you could take, but you weren’t confident enough to navigate them yet, and Sam was either in the same boat or oblivious to them because he stuck to the main trail as he walked a couple of paces ahead of you.

He didn’t say much of anything, which was okay - you just tried to focus on the way the waves of his long hair caught the moonlight from above. It was pretty rare that you got to see it down - more often than not, it was tied back into a bun, but tonight he’d opted to let it hang around his shoulders.

He was in a pair of plum-colored shorts and a cut-up tank top that had clearly once existed as a band tee, and if you didn’t have such a nauseatingly unstable relationship with him, you’d compliment him on it.

Then again, what did you really have to lose?

“You clean up nice,” you chanced, receiving a hum in return as he glanced back over his shoulder, which was obviously not what you were expecting. After a second, you sheepishly asked, “Are you mad at me for volunteering you for this?”

“No,” he stated simply and then added, “I’ve come to expect you to take every possible opportunity to be annoying.”

Even though there was no way he could possibly see it, you lifted an eyebrow at him. “Then why are you so quiet?”

“I don’t have anything to say.”

You considered it for a moment before requesting, “What’s your favorite thing to order at a coffee shop?”

Surprisingly, when he spoke, his voice was void of hostility - rather, he sounded almost entertained. “What?”

“I asked you what you order at a coffee shop.”

“Why?”

You rolled your eyes but fondly instructed, “Answer my question, Sam.”

Whether he was thinking over his response or deciding if he wanted to ignore you, his reply was delayed. “I like nitro cold brew. Sometimes I have them add unsweetened almond milk.”

“That sounds kinda awful,” you admitted, making him huff an audibly amused laugh.

“I usually need the caffeine.”

After a short silence, you cheekily asked, “Aren’t you gonna ask me what I get at coffee shops?”

You should hear the smirk he was wearing when he said, “I won’t have to. I know you’re going to tell me anyway.”

Maybe under different circumstances, the cocky statement would have made you feel ashamed to the point of clamming up, but as it were, you were only wearing a thin shade of blush. “You’re right - I am. There’s a cute place in my hometown that makes these brown sugar lattes that are so yummy. I like mine iced in the spring and summer.”

You could hear that, despite himself, he was smiling at your response. “Great.”

Neither of you said anything else for the rest of the walk, but it didn’t feel tense like it had in the past. It wasn’t too long before you could start to hear a bouncy beat filling the night air. People were dotting the area all around the Birch cabins, but most of them were congregated around a building fire, so when Sam took a seat on a vacant log that was acting as seating, you placed yourself next to him.

You hadn’t even thought to be unsure of that decision until you realized he was looking over at you curiously. “What are you doing?”

Anxiously, your eyes flicked down to the generous space between the two of you before you earnestly asked, “I’m sorry. Should I not sit here?”

As if he were trying to figure out whether or not you were teasing him, he gave you an unsure frown as he looked you over. “Why would you want to? I’m sure Josh and that blonde girl are around here somewhere.”

You breathed a laugh at him. “Her name is Ashley.”

“Fine- Ashley.” He rolled his eyes. “Go find them.”

It was more of a suggestion than a demand, but you decided you’d better listen to him before you really started to step on his toes.

You found Josh by the drinks, which were housed in multiple coolers just inside the front door of one of the cabins. He was chatting easily with a group of guys, but when he saw you, he waved them off, presumably with the promise that he’d find them later.

“You made it,” he stated happily. “Did Sam come with you?”

Nodding at him, you flicked your eyes over your shoulder. “He’s out by the fire.”

His features took on an impressed expression. “I’m not going to lie, I was expecting him to blow you off.”

“Me too,” you admitted. “I’m counting it as a win.”

You didn’t stay by Josh’s side the entire night, instead deciding it would benefit you to get to know some of the other girls. Luckily, Ashley seemed to know just about everyone despite being one of the rookie counselors, and you were able to seamlessly slip your way into a couple of different groups throughout the night.

Unsurprisingly, drunk Josh was just regular Josh but somehow more bubbly. He was so naturally charming that, multiple times, you found him sneaking his way into one of your circles and effortlessly holding conversations with girls he’d never met and had no intention of knowing.

It hadn’t taken you very long to feel buzzed off of spiked seltzers, but by the end of the night, you were well past tipsy and having a great time. For the first time in your life, you danced with people you didn’t know without a care in the world, and you kept it up until your legs felt floppy from the repetitive motion.

You even made the mistake of letting a guy settle his hands on your hips while you bounced around, which was fun in the moment, but became considerably less so once you got roped into one of the most boring conversations of your entire life. Since you weren’t sure how best to ditch him without causing any damage, you listened to him talk about his car and his college on the east coast for what felt like hours before Josh’s hand on your arm rescued you.

“Thank you, thank you so fucking much,” you gushed dramatically as he lead you away, making him snicker at you.

“Are you ready to go back to your cabin?” Josh asked, having to raise his voice to speak over the music.

“Are you going back too?”

He shook his head with an apologetic smile. “No, I just told a guy I’d play beer pong with him.” His eyes flicked up and, after a brief pause, you followed his line of sight to see Sam standing by the treeline, a beer in his hand as he chatted casually with a couple of other guys.

“C’mon,” Josh prompted and started toward him, checking over his shoulder every couple of seconds to make sure you were still there. Sam had the bottle on the way up to his lips when he spotted the two of you and then let it fall back to his side.

“Sam, would you mind taking her back?” Josh requested, his voice slowing to a sweeter cadence.

You could feel a heat rise to your face as Sam’s eyes landed squarely on yours. “Really? Are we gonna keep pretending you can’t walk anywhere on your own?” Sam prompted, and while he was obviously annoyed by the idea, his tone wasn’t outright cold.

“Normally, yeah, but tonight she could actually use the help,” Josh replied for you.

Sam gave you an appraising expression, mellowing further when he realized the state of your sobriety. You tried not to feel embarrassed that he could tell just by looking at you.

“Okay, yeah,” he agreed, thrusting his bottle of beer toward Josh and nodding at you to follow him as he started off towards the path.

“Text me when you get her back safe,” Josh added, firming his tone to let Sam know that it was more of a requirement than a request.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sam muttered, quietly enough that you knew his brother wasn’t meant to hear it. “You’re not too drunk to walk, right?”

You declined through a laugh, and just for good measure, assured him, “I’m not that drunk. I maybe might have even been able to make it back alone.”

“I don’t know about that,” he quipped, the smile on his lips making it sound kind of low and silky to your fuzzy brain.

Without putting any thought behind it at all, you inquired, “If I told you I was too drunk to walk, would you carry me all the way back?”

He let a sharp, sarcastic laugh slip. “I wouldn’t carry you all the way back if you were dying.”

“Is it too late to go back to the party then? I’m pretty sure I could have talked that guy that wouldn’t shut up about his Audi into carrying me back.”

“If he could afford an Audi, why the fuck is he counseling at a summer camp?” Sam mused. You looked over at him to find the corner of his mouth tilted up into a smirk.

“I mean, I’m sure his parents are the ones that ‘afford it’. But, sometimes people just do stuff because they want to, Samuel,” you retorted and then took on an air of consideration as you added, “Or, maybe he’s also a criminal and he just knows how to have fun and talk to people.”

He shot you a look, though there wasn’t any animosity behind it. “Did you not see that I was having fun and talking to people before you and Josh put an end to it? Now I’m having no fun because I’m talking to you.”

You rolled your eyes at him. You wanted to say something light and silly - something that could easily fade from your memory by the morning - but you seemed to be experiencing some sort of mental block. It was almost as if your brain was no longer in control of your mouth, which is why, instead of saying something quippy and dignified, you blurted, “You keep acting like being around me is such an inconvenience, but then why did you come to breakfast this morning, Sam?”

The only reason you could tell he was affected by the question was that he stalled his stride for a split second; otherwise, he just glanced over at you and cooly asked, “What do you mean?”

It certainly wasn’t too late for you to back out; you were pretty positive he’d just chalk it up to an inebriated half-thought and let you move on as if nothing happened. But, of course, that wasn’t an opportunity that your mouth let you take.

“I mean, if you had already eaten a Pop-Tart, why would you have come to breakfast?” He didn’t respond instantly, so you reached out and caught his bicep, bringing him to a halt. “Admit that you somehow knew I hadn’t made it back to my cabin last night and you went out of your way to bump into me so you could rub it in my face. That’s the opposite of what someone who couldn’t care less what I think would do. I think you do care. You might even like me.”

Over the course of a few, slow seconds, his lips tugged up into a darker kind of warning smile. “You’re out of your mind.”

It wasn’t technically an admission, but something about his body language spoke a surrender for him. He glanced down to where your hand was still wrapped around his bicep before meeting your eyes again expectantly.

“You gonna let go of me?” he prompted.

It was then that your brain caught up to you. As soon as you released your grip, you realized everything you’d just said, and you could feel your cheeks super-heating. You hoped it was dark enough that he couldn’t see the undoubtedly red shade you were turning.

“Sorry,” you breathed, anxiously clasping your hands behind your back to keep them out of the way.

After looking you up and down for a second, he breathed an amused laugh through his nose. “Good to see even little miss perfect isn’t immune to saying stupid shit when she’s drunk.”

He started off down the path again, and it took him a few seconds to realize you hadn’t continued following him - but you couldn’t. That last comment he’d made felt like he had you by the throat. It wasn’t until he paused to glance back at you and prompted you with a “c’mon” that you were able to coax your muscles into moving, and even then, it was only because it would have been more embarrassing to just stand there.

For your sake, you sincerely hoped you were both drunk enough that you’d just black out the whole conversation, but you had a feeling it would haunt you for a while, every time you looked at him.

❀ ❀ ❀

You hadn’t ever been a big drinker, even back before you legally could, when it was still fun and exciting. Sure, you’d have a couple of glasses of wine with dinner or during a movie, and sometimes you’d even have a few hard drinks while you were out with friends, but it was so rare that you ever got truly drunk.

For that reason, you frequently and blissfully forgot what hangovers were like. You could remember the nausea and the headache, but some symptoms always snuck up on you.

The morning after the party, you woke up to a throbbing in your head. It made the edges of your vision ripple and blur with each exaggerated pulse, so you tried to keep your eyes closed for as long as possible, but eventually the urge to pee won out.

You had to move at a snail’s pace as you coaxed your body towards the edge of the mattress, but as soon as you tried to stand, your legs protested. It wasn’t just that they hurt - they obviously did - but the thing that really put a damper on your progress was the way they seemed to refuse to hold your weight.

As you slowly worked your way to standing, you could remember dancing the night before. You could even remember making the conscious decision to push past the fatigue so you could keep moving to the music.

Once you were completely vertical, you decided to play it safe and cling to the wall as you stumbled through your cabin and into the bathroom.

You weren’t in there for more than a couple of minutes - just long enough to pee and then brush your teeth in an attempt to suppress the nausea that washed over you in waves.

By the time you were opening the door, you felt a little better. Not good, but you were at least confident you’d survive the morning.

You let out a pitchy yelp when you saw Sam sitting on the bottom bunk in the corner of the room. He didn’t look great, but it was clear he was managing better than you, even in spite of the dark circles under his eyes that he tried in vain to rub away.

“What the hell are you doing here? You almost gave me a heart attack,” you accused in outrage as you clutched at your chest.

He gave you a side-eye, sneering as he informed you, “I stayed out here in case you fucking fell and hurt yourself or something. You were a mess.”

His fingers were rubbing over the back of his neck as if he were trying to work out a knot as he turned to look at you completely, and then he huffed a self-satisfied laugh.

“Correction- you are a mess.”

You glared at him but despite your efforts, you felt your cheeks run warm and you glanced down at your legs. “I couldn’t have been that much of a mess - I was able to change into my pajama shorts and get myself in bed.”

“You changed into your shorts after throwing up last night, and then I made you get into bed,” he informed you, his words thick with a forced annoyance.

After a second, you worked up the courage to nervously squeak, “You put me to bed last night?”

He hesitated but then nodded, rolling his eyes for good measure. “Josh asked me to after I texted him that you got back alright.”

“Oh,” you uttered awkwardly, but then remembered you should thank him. “Well, thank you, but you don’t have to hang around anymore. I’m good.”

He let out a breath as if he had been holding it while awaiting your verbal dismissal. With significantly more confidence in his body than you had for yours, he promptly stood from the little bunk and grimaced as he stretched his aching limbs.

He didn’t say another word before he stiffly made his way to the door and exited your cabin, leaving you with a feeling you couldn’t quite place.

You prevented yourself from thinking about it too hard by trying to comfort yourself back into feeling like a human. You brushed your teeth one more time, just for good measure, and then hopped into the shower to wash the night from your skin. You had just finished dressing for the day (in the comfiest clothes you’d packed), when a knock on your door pulled your attention away.

It was Josh’s voice that called your name, and he was wearing a concerned expression until he got a good look at you and saw, with his own eyes, that you were okay.

“There you are,” he said with a sympathetic smile. “Did you have a rough morning?”

You nodded at him, huffing a dry laugh. “I have no idea how you’re okay - I saw you drink like double what I did.”

Triumphantly, he grinned at you and quipped, “I’m good at partying.”

You wanted to be happy for him, but you could only conjure up envy as you looked him over. “Yeah, well, I’m not, apparently. Can we go to breakfast?”

All he could offer was a deeply sympathetic smile, though there was a visible humor behind it. “It’s almost noon.”

Once it sunk in, you groaned at him, making him have to bite back a laugh to spare your feelings. “Luckily, I had the foresight to grab you what I could.”

The pocket of his loose pants seemed to contain a portal to a liminal space, because, from it, he was able to produce an apple, a yogurt (without a spoon), and a little carton of orange juice, effortlessly.

Before you could thank him, he placed the items into your cradled hands and then held a finger up as a gesture for you to wait. He left you standing in the doorway as he stepped over to the boys’ cabin and rapped on the wood.

After a few, prolonged seconds, Sam swung the door open. His hair was also heavy and wet, indicating that he’d come up with the same idea to quell the hangover. “What?”

“Morning,” Josh chirped, obviously proud to be doing visibly better than either of you. “You still got Pop-tarts?”

Sam’s features slipped into a look of deep annoyance, but Josh just exaggerated his grin in response and held out his hand. Sam’s eyes flicked down at his open palm before he wordlessly disappeared back into his cabin, and a couple of seconds later, a little foil package came flying through the doorway.

Mostly unphased, Josh had little trouble snatching it from the air and then handing it over to you victoriously.

With a laugh, you popped the seam on the packaging as Josh pulled the door to Sam’s cabin shut, leaving him with the rest of the morning to recover on his own.

“You look like you could use some fresh air and sun. You wanna eat outside?” Josh asked thoughtfully.

After a moment of consideration, you nodded in agreement and slipped into your sandals.

He led you to one of the sitting areas by the soccer field and you both posted up on the same picnic table as you cautiously tested out your breakfast.

“How late did you end up staying last night?” you asked, to which he answered, “Not super late. I think we played a few rounds of beer pong before I stumbled home.”

“Did you make sure Ashley got back okay?”

“She ended up staying with someone else, but I checked on her this morning to make sure she was okay. I thought about sneaking in to stay in one of your bunks last night, but I didn’t want to run the risk of waking you up.”

“So you delegated it to Sam?” you questioned in a playful tone. “Poor guy looked so sore this morning, I almost felt bad for him. Almost.”

Josh looked over at you with a blank smile plastered across his mouth as his eyes tightened around the corners.

Suddenly concerned that you’d let something slip you shouldn’t have, you nervously bit your bottom lip. “What? Was Sam not supposed to tell me that?”

In a tone that was both curious and coy, Josh cautiously prompted, “Tell you what, exactly?”

“That you asked him to stay with me last night,” you repeated in confusion.

After a prolonged second, Josh seemed to catch up; he shook his head. “No, it’s obviously fine that he told you,” he agreed, eliciting you to release a tension in your muscles you didn’t know you were holding. “So, he did stay with you last night though?”

You snorted a laugh at him, unsure as to what the miscommunication could be. “Yeah, Josh,” you laughed around a conservative bite of the cherry Pop-tart you found yourself in an odd relationship with. “I’m not sure how else you want me to say it, but he stayed in one of the camper beds like you asked.”

The idea seemed to finally sink in as a little smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“It was sweet of you to worry about me like that,” you stated gratefully, nudging your shoulder into his.

He hummed in obvious amusement that you could only credit to how humorously difficult it was for you to get your point across to him.

“No need to thank me.”

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