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losfacedevil · 6 months

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Easter Traditions (A FM!Sam Short)

a/n~ I’ve missed my babies something fierce! Here’s a little glimpse into their Easter festivities!

“Have you ever made someone an Easter basket?” Sam asked, laying upside down on Danny’s bed with his head hanging off the edge.

Danny quirked a brow, finishing the scribbling of words on the page in front of him before turning his attention to Sam; a questioning look kissing his facial features. Danny thought for a moment, back to the year that his sister turned fourteen and their mother broke her heart by declaring she was officially too old for an Easter basket.

“Yeah, once or twice when my sister was younger and mom thought she was too old for a little bit of Easter joy. Why, what’s up?”

Sam rolled over and righted himself, pushing up off of the floor with his long arms and caught himself on the edge of the bed to push up into a seated position. A soft smile spread across his face as he thought of the conversation he had with Sophia earlier that day.

Sam’s eyes held a light of childlike wonder as he spoke about the conversation he had with Sophia, recounting just how her mom would make her an Easter basket every year, the contents of it changing with her age and how it always contained the same colored peeps - even though she didn’t like peeps and knew they were her moms favorite. Danny nodded along as he listened to Sam drone on about the things she’d put in the basket for her and how her mom would sift through bags of jelly belly’s for her favorite flavors.

“I’ve noticed she eyes that Peter Cottontail hollow bunny our moms used to get us when we were little. I wonder if that’s the same one her mom got her.” Danny nodded and thought for a second before pushing his office chair out from under his desk and rose to his feet. Crossing the room he snatched his keys off of the dresser and stuffed his feet into his tennis shoes before nodding towards the door.

“Well? Are you coming with me or am I in charge of making her basket?” Excitement filled Sam’s features as he scrambled off of the bed and followed Danny out of the room.

~*~*~

Sam perused the aisles of the local Walgreens, having high hopes to find everything he would need in one place. His eyes landed on a hairbrush she had been gushing over wanting to try and he plucked it off of the hook before turning to Danny.

“Do you think a brush is a weird thing to put in here?” Sam asked, holding up the basket he had chosen from the selection the store had to offer. Danny shook his head, plucking a pack of the hair ties he knew she used and they always stole from her off of the hook he was standing in front of.

“Not really, it’s something she’ll get use out of and let’s face it, you’ve all but stolen her paddle brush.” Danny chuckled, tossing the pack of hair ties into the basket.

“What about this?” Danny asked, holding up a pastel pink flower shaped claw clip. A soft smile spread across Sam’s lips as he took the clip out of Danny’s hand and slowly tucked it into the basket.

“That’s perfect! I may have sat on her last one and destroyed it last night. She never learns to not leave them lying around.” He chuckled.

Sam made quick work of collecting some of her favorite things and tossed them into the basket to make sure it would all fit snugly and securely. Turning his head he made eye contact with Danny before nodding towards the front of the store and making a beeline to the registers to pay for everything he had found.

Later that night, he snuck out of bed, leaving Sophia curled up around his pillow and made his way to the hall closet where he had stashed his purchases. He made quick work of piecing together her Easter basket with all of the goodies he had found and placed it on the kitchen table. Scooping the shopping bag up off of the counter he slowly made his way into the living room and perched himself on the couch, the next task at hand to sort her favorite jelly beans out from the rest.

“Sam… what are you doing?” The sound of Danny’s voice cause Sam to jump and scatter the jelly beans he had cupped in his hand across the living room floor. He shot a glare over his shoulder, huffing a tried and frustrated sigh through his nose before lifting the bag and emptying more into the palm of his hand.

“I’m taking out all the popcorn and bubblegum flavored jelly beans and putting them into one of your honey jars. It’s something her mom used to do and I know it’s special to her.” Sam grumbled, tossing a few jelly beans into the jar before dumping the rest of the handful into a separate jar. Danny nodded his head and slowly made his way into the living room, placing a small basket packed tightly with skin care products down on the table.

“I couldn’t help myself. So I snuck a few things she’s been eyeing during shopping trips over the last few weeks. She was none the wiser.” Sam smiled at Danny and reached up to clap a hand on his shoulder.

“You spoiled her too? She’s not even expecting one basket and she’s getting two? Her reaction is going to be priceless. Now get the hell outta here, stop distracting me.” Sam chuckled, shooing Danny off in the direction of the kitchen.

~*~*~

Sophia awoke the next morning pinned under the weight of Sam’s body. Turning her head to the side, she pressed soft kisses to the tip of his nose and the curve of his mustache hoping to wake him gently. He stirred slightly, throwing his leg over hers and nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck.

“Just five more minutes and we’ll go make pancakes.” He mumbled, wrapping his arm around her midsection and pulled her closer to him. She reveled in the feeling of his body against hers and let her eyes flutter shut as his breathing began to even out once more.

“It’s Easter, baby. Don’t you wanna get up and enjoy the day? We wouldn’t want to sleep half of it away - we have to cook dinner for your brothers!” She giggled, wiggling her way out of his grasp and pushed herself out of the bed.

“And besides - the Easter bunny left you boys a treat! Don’t you wanna see what he left you?” She giggled, pure excitement coursing through her body as she pulled the two small baskets out of her closet. Sam pushed himself into a seated position and stretched his arms high above his head, making sure to keep his eyes closed as she placed the basket on the bed in front of him.

“I think he did pretty good if I do say so myself.” She giggled, perching herself on the edge of the bed. Sam peeked an eye open and smiled at her all while reaching out and pulling the basket closer to him.

“Now what did this Bunny think I’d like, hmm?” Sam joked as he began to sift through the basket.

He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he picked up a small container of guitar picks and placed them to the side. Amongst the items were his favorite body wash, a cologne he had been talking about wanting to try, a gift certificate to their favorite sushi restaurant and a new toothbrush.

“The Easter bunny really decided to replace the toothbrush you dropped in the toilet?!” He joked, placing it to the side in favor of the plastic eggs filled with loose candy he began to munch on.

“I think he decided you needed one with all the Skittles you’re about to eat.” She giggled, reaching over to steal an orange one out of the egg he was holding.

“Thank you baby, that was sweet.” He cooed. Sophia couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face but kept her eyes downcast - not wanting the disappointment she knew played in them to be seen.

“Dan the man can get his when he wakes up. I don’t know about you but I am not waking the beast this early on a Sunday morning.” She giggled, pushing herself to stand and scooped the other basket off of the bed as she made her way out of the bedroom.

Sam was hot on her heels and quickly pushed past her, placing both hands on the hallway walls. Sophia’s bottom lip pushed out in a pout and she crossed her arms over her chest. Sam smiled sleepily at her and leaned down to press a soft kiss to her lips, a distraction while Danny snuck past them and placed her baskets on the kitchen table.

“What was that for?” She giggled and pulled a deep breath in through her nose. Sam turned and looked over his shoulder briefly, exchanging a quick nod with Danny before wrapping his arms gently around Sophia and turned them both around.

“Daniel was indecent, I don’t think you want to see that, sorry.” He chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her forehead as he walked her backwards into the kitchen. She couldn’t help the boisterous laugh that slipped past her lips at the thought of Danny streaking across the kitchen.

“How are you going to be indecent in my kitchen, Danny boy?” She called, her voice muffled by the way she was wrapped up in Sam’s arms. The smell of chocolate chip pancakes invaded her senses as they entered the kitchen. Sam’s gaze found Danny’s and they exchanged a silent conversation all while Sophia remained tucked into Sam’s chest.

“The Easter bunny forgot where your room was, Danny. He left your stuff with us.” She giggled, tipping her head back just enough to breathe in the air around her and held the basket out in his direction.

“How dare he not know where to find me! Can you just put it on the table for now, please? I’ll check it out as soon as breakfast is done.” Danny called.

Sam unraveled himself from Sophia and took a step back, crossing his arms over his chest as she spun on her heel and her eyes landed on the kitchen table. She reached up and placed Danny’s basket next to the two that were already sitting there and cocked her head to the side.

“I think the Easter bunny only knew the vicinity you were in.” Sam said. Stepping forward he wrapped his arms around her midsection and nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. Sophia took a couple of deep, steadying breaths and leaned back against Sam, reaching up to rest her hands on his arms.

“Baby I…guys you… you didn’t have to.” Her voice cracked as tears welled in her eyes. The memory of the conversation she had with Sam earlier that month coming to the forefront of her mind.

“But we wanted to.” Danny chuckled, swooping past her, he ruffled her messy hair as he placed a plate of pancakes in the middle of the table. Pulling a deep breath in through her nose, she huffed it out and turned her head in Danny’s direction, shooting him a look with furrowed brows.

“Don’t give me that look. This was all Sam’s idea.” Danny chuckled, turning his attention to the basket Sophia had presented for him.

She stepped forward and pulled the bigger of the two baskets in front of her, carefully pulling the card that was tucked safely in the front of it out. Sam reached forward and placed a hand over hers, guiding her to place the card on the table.

“That’ll still be there later.” He chuckled, waiting impatiently for her to sift through the goodies in the basket.

She couldn’t help the giggle that slipped past her lips as she pulled the small plush chick out and hugged it to her chest - one of the many Easter traditions her mother carried on right up until the end. A hair brush, hair ties, claw clips and her favorite cheap perfume all sat to one side of the basket. It was then that her eyes traveled to the other side and she spotted the jar of popcorn and bubblegum flavored jelly beans, clearly hand picked going by the big mason jar of other flavors sitting on the counter.

“You picked them out like she used to…” her voice was soft as memories flooded her mind of Easter’s past and just how excited her mom would be to watch her pick apart the baskets she so lovingly put together.

Sam placed soft kisses to her cheek and gave her a reassuring squeeze as she dug to the bottom of the basket. Plucking the last item up her arm froze and she could no longer fight the tears that sprung to her eyes. In her hand was a three pack of blue bunny peeps - her moms favorite ones.

“How did you?” Her voice cracked as tears began to slip down her cheeks. Sam pulled back and spun her in his grasp, wrapping his arms around her shoulders in a tight bear hug.

“I know you won’t eat them, but I know how much this meant to the both of you. I couldn’t put together a basket and not include a hug especially from her.” He mumbled, keeping his voice low so the moment remained between the two of them.

“She’d sneak them in every year, at the bottom of the basket knowing I’d make a face and give them to her. It was our thing.” She sniffled hard trying to compose herself before turning back to the task at hand. Sam placed a kiss to the crown of her head and smoothed his hand up and down her back, essentially calming her down.

“You told me all about it a few weeks ago, don’t you remember? When you told me that numb nuts told you Easter baskets were childish? I might have my stupid moments but I listen to every word you say. I love you.” Sam chuckled, pulling back to cup her cheeks in his hand and wiped away the tears streaming down her cheeks with his thumbs.

“Happy Easter.” Sam kept his voice light and leaned forward to capture her lips with his in a soft and sweet kiss. Sophia pulled a deep breath in through her nose and held it to the count of ten before releasing it and turning back to the table.

“Daniel - you too?! How did I ever get so lucky to find both of you?” She giggled, slowly sifting through the small basket Danny had stuffed full of the skin care she had been gushing about to him over the last few weeks.

“That’s what happens when you fall in love with a package deal, you get him and me no questions asked.” Danny chuckled, ruffling her hair once more as he made his way out of the kitchen.

Sam watched as Sophia picked up the mason jar full of jelly beans and twisted it in her hands, a soft smile playing across her face as she opened the jar and picked a few popcorn flavored ones out. Cupping they in her hand she quickly popped them into her mouth before turning and offering Sam the jar.

“You gotta eat four bubblegum ones now - it’s tradition.” Tears welled in her eyes as her voice cracked once more, many more memories flooding her mind. Sam did as he was told, picking four pink jelly beans out of the jar and popped them into his mouth.

“Thank you… you guys didn’t have to do all this.” She mumbled, screwing the lid back onto the jar and tucked it safely back into the basket. A soft smile spread across Sam’s cheeks as he took a step forward and wrapped her in his arms, holding her close to his chest.

“There was no obligation in what we did. We do these things because we want to… okay? I love you, Daniel loves you, Sabrina loves you. Everyone loves you. I know holidays aren’t the easiest, but I want to make them as easy and fun as possible.”

Sophia took another deep breath and steadied herself as she wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him tightly to her. She nuzzled her face into the soft fabric of his t-shirt and began to sway their bodies gently. Sam breathed a sigh of relief knowing that she was okay with the little thing he does for her, not wanting to overstep a boundary. He pressed soft kisses against the crown of her head as she relaxed in his grip.

“Happy Easter, baby.” She mumbled, causing a smile to tug at the corners of his lips and he hugged her a bit tighter, letting her know she was safe with him.

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joshsindigostreak · 4 months

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O, Pioneers

Chapter One

“We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way.” - Walt Whitman

Sam Kiszka x F!OC

What started out as a series of emails snowballed into Sam Kiszka having the one person in his field he could not stand to staying in his house for a few days. It’s only for a few days. Can he survive having her around him 24/7 or will Natasha Delaney end up being the one to foil all of his plans?

Authors Note: Hey y’all!! Sorry for leaving you hanging so long with this story I wanted to get the other three stories established before I got back to this just for consistency sake. But I do hope you like Sam’s story. I have so much planned for it ❤️ if you need to catch up on the Prologue you can read it here!

Disclaimer: *Set in the months prior to ISHIYE, so in the same universe but can be read independently. It’ll crossover the most with Running Through the Garden and there will be references to the other fics but not to the point of confusion. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2,793

Warnings: Some swearing but that’s it for now.

The Kiszka Estate as it was often referred to was truly a sight to behold. The grounds weren’t massive, but the Manor itself was a four-story English Tudor that danced the line of being over the top while reeking of Olde Money. The family had been living on this property for generations, and depending on what you thought of them it was either referred to as the Manor or the Compound.

Natasha stood in the circular driveway, her luggage sitting idly beside her as the Uber drove off, leaving her alone outside. She could tell whoever designed the house intended it to be visually intimidating, but it wasn’t working on her.

Of course the mother fucker couldn’t actually pick me up from the airport, she growsed in her head. He did however, set up her Uber for her, so she didn’t have to pay for it, but it was the principle of it all. She squared her shoulders and picked up her bags, listening to the gravel crunch under her shoes as she approached the front door.

As she ascended the steps to the Manor, the massive front door swung open to reveal Sam Kiszka. Natasha stopped in her tracks as she took him in. The Sam before her was significantly different than the last time she saw him on graduation day. His hair was still long, but looked like a professional had finally started cutting it, his forehead was frustratingly blemish free, and those Sanpaku eyes stared right through her as they always did. But the biggest difference was the surprising amount of facial hair on him. He couldn’t grow a thing on his face back in college, and any attempts were so patchy and thin that it was never worth it to even try. But now? Now there was a thick mustache sitting on his top lip, accompanied by an equally thick tuft of hair sprouting from his chin. The way his chin hair was creeping up his jawline, it was clear he was letting it do its own thing and not actively trimming it to stay in one spot. He wasn’t as willowy as he was either, having finally started to fill out. He looked so different yet so…Sam at the same time. He looked goo-

“I thought you said your flight was coming in at two, Nat?”

Mood ruined. That smart ass tone was still ever present in his voice.

“It did,” she replied flatly.

“It's nearly 4:30 PM.”

“I’m glad you can tell time, Kiszka,” she rolled her eyes and continued towards the doorway. He scoffed under his breath as she walked past him and into the house.

“I’m just saying that keeping someone waiting like this is rude,” he remarked as he shut the door behind them.

“Well it’s not my fault that it takes well over an hour to get from the airport to these…hallowed grounds,” Natasha gave him an irritated look over her shoulder, the sarcasm dripping from her voice.

Sam rolled his eyes back at her, and the conversation he had had with his best friend Daniel a few days prior ran through his mind.

“Just wanted to let you know that I’m going to be having a guest at the house this weekend, she’ll be flying in around 2:00 PM,” Sam threw out before taking a bite out of his bagel.

Danny stared at him from across the little table they were sitting at. Every few days they’d have breakfast together before going their separate ways for the day, and on this particular Wednesday morning, Danny was taken aback by what Sam had just said.

He leaned forward towards Sam and rested his elbows on the table, “you’re having a guest…at your house?”

“Mmmhmm,” Sam replied, still chewing.

“...and this guest is a girl?” Danny tried to not smile but his eyes twinkled anyway, “is there someone I don’t know about?”

Sam finally swallowed and looked up at him, realizing how he made this sound, “Oh don’t get that look on your face this is strictly for professional reasons. She won’t be here for very long.”

“Professional reasons,” the skepticism clouded Danny’s voice.

“Yes. You know her anyway,” he added before drinking more of his coffee.

Now Danny was even more curious, “I do?”

“Yeah. It's Nat Delaney.”

The Wolf blinked several times at Sam before answering, “Delaney is staying…at your house?”

“Yeah it’s just for some of her own research. There’s an artifact she needs to get her hands on and I refused to risk it through the shitty mail system so she came to me instead,” at this Sam had finished his meal and sat back in his own seat.

Natasha was a frequent subject between the two of them in college. She was the only student at that university to get better grades than Sam, which pissed him off to no end. Danny had no issue with her, as she was always nice to him and her exceptional grades didn’t matter to him. Even though his best friend bitched about it constantly, they were both still the top of their class. He also thought that a little competition for Sam was good for him. It wouldn’t keep him humble by any means, but it would keep him on his toes.

“How did this happen?”

“We exchanged some professional emails and she explained her dire situation and I, just happened to be the solution to her problem,” Sam didn’t even try to hide the smug look on his face.

The two friends stared at each other for a few minutes, but with entirely different trains of thought.

“So is she just going to stay in one of the guest-”

“I’ve already got the corner room cleaned up for the most part, just have to get some of Jake’s shit out of it.”

Danny had been wandering the halls of Sam’s house since he was 14 years old, and he knew exactly what room Sam was referring to. The ‘corner room’ was what they called one of the many rooms that was intended to be for guests, but over the years each of the kids started using it as a storage room given its proximity to their bedrooms. The proper guest rooms were on the first floor, just off the kitchen. The corner room was also a literal description, as it was at the end of the hall on the second floor. The corner room was also directly across from Sam’s.

“Why that room?” Danny asked, his eyes twinkling again in curiosity.

“It was the closest room I’d need to clean out and the rooms downstairs and who wants to stay in the rooms downstairs that my parents' weird friends use?”

“Ok,” Danny said, elongating the letters and not believing a word that came out of Sam’s mouth but playing along anyway. “Are you going to put a chocolate on her pillow?”

Sam gave him a look, “totally and I have so much of it around the house since you can’t eat it.”

Danny frowned in offense, “I can eat chocolate, Sam and you know it.” It was a common stereotype that since Wolves were in fact, Wolves, that they couldn’t have chocolate like regular canines couldn’t. It also had been at the center of an incident where Sam’s mom had brownies left out on the counter and Danny dove in and shoved a corner piece into his mouth, and Sam panicked that he was going to get sick from it. But no, the young Wolf was fine. After that it became a running joke between the two friends.

“Anyway, she should only be here for a few days max and then she’ll be off to whatever it is she’s been doing,”

“I’m definitely swinging by. I’m not going to miss the two of you kill each other.”

“I can assure you, Daniel, that she won’t be there long enough for that to happen.”

“Sure. I believe that. You couldn’t even go five minutes in Professor Reid’s class without snapping and correcting each other. Or all the times you started arguing in the library and nearly got kicked out for being loud. Or when you’d fight over that one bench under the will-“

Danny. It’ll be fine.”

Sam was snapped out of his memory by Natasha’s voice. She had walked into the main corridor of the house, right next to the grand wooden stairs and the archway into the formal living room.

“So where in this palace am I going to be staying? How many bedrooms is there? Eleven? An even dozen?”

“Seven. And your room is upstairs.”

She looked up the stairs to her left, noting the carpet that ran down the middle of the steps, the solid wood rail and banisters. The whole manor was the definition of ‘they don’t make them like this anymore.’ The family clearly spared no expense preserving the integrity of the architecture over the decades.

“Lead the way, Kiszka.”

She stepped back to let Sam get in front of her and before she could reach for her bags, long slender fingers curled around the handles. Sam didn’t say a word and began up the stairs, taking her heaviest bag with him. She stared at him momentarily, surprised by the gesture, but quickly recovered with the rationale that it was the least he could do at this point.

At the top of the stairs Sam took a right down the open hallway that led down a corridor that split off in two opposite directions. He took a right and Natasha counted three doors on either side of the hall before Sam stopped at a final fourth door on the right. There was a door at the very end of the hallway, right between the final two doors on either side.

Sam used his free hand to twist the doorknob, revealing the room behind it.

The first thing Natasha noticed were two nearly floor to ceiling windows on the wall that was opposite the doorway, flanking a large four poster bed. She followed Sam into the room and spotted another door on the far wall on the right, which she guessed was for a closet. There were antique-looking amber lamps on both nightstands, and as she turned to view the wall next to the door, she saw one of the most beautiful rolltop desks she had ever seen, pushed up into the corner with a few bookshelves on the right of the desk leading back to the doorframe.

It was another antique, and the craftsmanship and details in the wood was so intricate that it had to have been done by hand. She wanted to run over and push the lid back to reveal the actual writing surface and the little drawers for writing supplies.

Sam's voice cut through your thoughts, “it’s not much but it’ll work while you’re here.”

Natasha turned around and gawked at him, it nearly irritated her how privileged he sounded, “Sam this is a beautiful room.”

He blinked at her, not used to hearing her verbalize positive sentiments. After a few moments of eye contact he looked around the room and asked, “so, where do you want me to put your stuff?”

She pointed to the foot of the bed, where a small bench sat just in front of the frame, “there is fine.”

As he situated the bags, she turned to walk over to the large windows. The view was almost better than the room itself. The lush lawn stretched out on the grounds below, a thick blanket of trees stood off in the distance, fencing in the grass. She looked to the right of the window and her eyes went wide at the sight of what appeared to be a small but ambitious garden. Several raised beds were lined up in neat little rows, along with a few ground-level beds off to the side.

She looked over her shoulder at Sam who was still standing there with his hands in his pockets, “is that your garden?” Maybe the light was playing tricks on her but she could’ve sworn that Sam’s cheeks reddened at the question.

“Yes.”

Her eyebrows raised in surprise, “you garden?”

“That’s typically what one does in a garden, Nat.”

Her brows fell at his tone, there was the Sam she knew.

“I was just surprised because you never took any of the horticulture classes at Lakewood, at least from what I remember.”

He shrugged, “I didn’t really get into it until after we graduated.”

The image of Sam Kiszka gardening was an image that would remain locked in her head. Nope, no one was going to know about the way she instantly envisioned Sam of all people gently watering a tomato plant.

“Well, hobbies are good,” she said lamely. What the fuck, Delaney? Hobbies are good? You simpleton. Desperately needing to change the subject, she turned on her heel and pointed over to the roll top desk in the corner, “that’s really pretty.”

Sam looked over at the antique, he wouldn’t tell her that he spent the better part of an hour the day before dusting and polishing the wood. He wouldn’t tell her that he was on the floor making sure to get all the nooks and crannies of the legs, clearing out any cobweb he saw. There was no way he was going to let any piece of furniture be the subject of her scrutiny. Natasha Delaney, knowing he had a dusty house? That would be humiliating. Right?

Right?

“Oh, yeah, that was my great-grandmother’s. It was a present from my great-grandfather to make up for him being stuck in France for a lot longer than he intended because of a hunting job.”

Natasha nodded in response and walked over to the desk. She turned back to Sam, “can I…”

“Go right ahead,” he replied while walking over towards his rival.

She smiled and turned around to lift the roll top, but it didn’t budge. She tentatively tried again, but it would not lift at all. Well shit.

Sam saw her struggle and reached around her to help, their arms brushing against each other.

“Sorry it gets stuck sometimes,” he mentally cursed himself by not double checking before she got there. His large hand nearly wrapped around hers to get a grip on the small handle. Her wine-colored nails stood out to him. The undertone of the polish complimented her skin perfectly. The same skin that felt so soft in comparison to his. The image of Natasha meticulously painting her nails flashed in his mind but he quickly shook it away by focusing back on the desk. In slight frustration he jerked at the handle one final time and it immediately slid up and into place, revealing the rest of the desk.

A small gasp left Natasha’s lips as she saw the gorgeous inlays on the writing surface.

Sam refused to acknowledge the physical reaction he had at the sound, or where on his body it happened. It didn’t happen. Nothing to see here.

“This is so pretty! It had to be done by hand given the time period and the attention to detail. A machine could never do this,” she explained while lightly dragging her index finger along the edge of the main inlay in the center of the desk. She didn’t even realize she was rambling because of the proximity to Sam. He was still bent at the waist next to her, leaning his one hand on the desk. If she just turned her head to her right, ever so slightly, their cheeks would touch.

The two rivals stood there, rooted in the spot, waiting to see who was going to blink first in this standoff. Sam did not want to acknowledge how the loose spiral of blonde hair in front of her ear was just barely touching his face. He didn’t want to acknowledge how his lips could brush that same ear if he turned to his left just so. The silence was deafening.

They were so distracted that they didn’t even hear one of the doors downstairs open and shut.

They didn’t hear the footsteps on the stairs.

They didn’t-

“Natasha-fucking-Delaney,” a familiar and deep voice called warmly from the doorway. The sudden noise started them both and caused them to jump and spin around. Sam couldn’t even focus on the second sharp gasp that his house guest made so close to him. She had already taken off to envelope Danny in a hug. Sam stood there in front of that roll top desk, suddenly by himself.

For the first time since he was fourteen, Sam was disappointed at the sight of his best friend.

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lunaloomer · 1 year

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Kiss the Sun (prelude)

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Danny’s Cousin!OC(Grace) Warnings: None (yet *wink**wink*)

Summary: Sam Kiszka, finds himself entangled in an unspoken love for Grace, the cousin of his bandmate Danny Wagner. Before the band's departure to follow their dreams, a fierce argument erupted between Sam and Grace, the origins of which remain shrouded in mystery even to the members of their families. This left their once-close relationship shattered and their true feelings buried even deeper within. As fate would have it, circumstances bring Grace and Josie to Los Angeles for an eventful summer with the band. The reunion triggers a whirlwind of emotions, with old feelings resurfacing as they are once again in each other's presence.

Grace was bored out of her mind in her dorm, wasting time until her last exam in an hour and then she could finally go home, back to Frankenmuth where she’d be bored all summer. That’s what life was since her two closest friends moved on to their big lifestyle, she was just bored, all the time.

A ring sounded through her dorm as she grabbed her phone, seeing Josie’s smiling face pop up on the screen. Sliding to answer she heard Josie yell, “Guess what?!”

Grace had barely any time to respond with a brief “What?” before Josie kept going.

“I just got off the phone with Danny and he said that we can go down to LA and stay with him and the guys for the summer!” She was overtly excited as she was probably jumping up and down on the other end of the phone.

“You’re kidding?”

“Nope!” She replied, popping the P. “I know you’ve been struggling with going to a new college and all and the guys being gone but I already talked to mom and she said I could go as long as you did, just so I wasn’t alone when they’re working.”

“You’ve really got this all planned out?” Grace laughed out.

“Of course!” There was a brief pause, “So? Are you coming or not?”

“Josie…”

“Oh come on!” She drug out her last word. “It’s been months, it can’t be that bad.”

“Listen, I would love to go see Danny, really, but I just don’t know about…” She trailed off.

“Ok well unless you’re finally going to tell me what happened between you and Sam then you have to come with me.”

“Josie, it’s really none of your business.”

“So you’re going to let me miss out on good quality time with my big brother just because you and Sam got into an argument?”

“Josie…” She sighed, hoping and praying she’d give her a way out.

“No. Unless you’re gonna tell me what happened that was sooooo bad then you have to come, end of discussion.”

There was some on Grace’s end as she tried to think of a lie that would suffice but none came to mind.

“Alright! It’s settled! You and I are flying out of Saginaw on Tuesday!” Grace dreaded her cousin’s words as she spoke excitedly. “I’ll let Danny know! Ahhh! I can’t wait! Bye, love you!”

Grace mumbled a brief “Love you.” Before she put her phone back on the bed, trying not to think about having to see her best friend after what happened.

Author’s Notes: This is obviously not the first chapter but there is more to come soon!!!!!

#greta van fleet #gvf #josh gvf #josh kiszka #danny wagner #jake gvf #jake kiszka #sam gvf #sam kiszka #sam kiszka smut #sam kiszka x oc #sam kiszka x reader #greta van fleet x reader #greta van fleet x oc

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flaccidmorbidity · 1 year

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★ ★ ★

AND I LOVE HER | s.k.

synopsis: ziggy novak had been friends with danny wagner and sam kiszka since middle school and had spent nearly every day around them since. after years of watching her best friends become great musicians and pursue their dreams, their career begins to take off and ziggy couldn’t be more excited for them. with impending tours and a new album on the way, everybody is buzzing with excitement. sam only has one concern; how he’s going to keep her with him for the ride.

pairing: sam kiszka x fem!oc

contents: friends to lovers, slow burn

warnings for this series: alcohol use, marijuana use, swearing, explicit themes/content (18+ minors dni‼️), angst, sam and ziggy are fucking stupid

a/n: i’ve had this concept marinating up in my head for like months now so i think it’s time to make her a reality, this is the first series i’m writing on here so i hope you like it and feedback is appreciated 🫶🏻

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★ part one - coming soon!

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basiccortez · 2 years

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Me and Your Ghost ➢word count: 4.5k ➢warnings: smut, mentions of suicide, unhealthy coping habits, mentions of past character death, excessive drinking, hacking ➢ || Ghost masterlist || S&S masterlist || playlist ||

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

“Fuck christ- you feel so good!” The brunette, who he had yet to learn the name of, moaned as he fucked her against the door of his private room.

He took a swig from his bottle of tequila, pressing his fingers to either side of her jaw and squeezing. She took the hint, opening her mouth and taking as much as she could of the tequila he spit into her mouth. She swallowed whatever landed between her lips, the rest spilling down her chin.

Sam realized the bottle was empty the second he went to take another swig, and groaned in frustration. He pulled out of the girl, and tucked himself back into his jeans, moving her to sit on the couch before heading for the door. He turned back for a moment, muttering an order for her to stay where she was before closing the door behind himself.

He made his way to the bar, tapping on the bottle as he reached the bar, signalling the bartender to replace his empty bottle with a fresh one. Most if not all the bartenders at the club had caught on to Sam’s antics these past years that they knew all the cues from him. The two switched bottles, nodding at each other before Sam turned around, bumping into a short redhead, his eyes immediately drinking her in as she apologized for not watching where she was going.

Within minutes Sam was leading her back to his private room. He took a long pull of the tequila as the girls eyed each other from across the room, and he ignored them both, sitting down on the couch and shimmying his pants down just enough for him to pull his still hard cock out before spreading his legs. He turned to the girl he had previously been fucking against the door, “Suck.”

She blushed a deep crimson before moving to kneel in between his knees and took his dick in her mouth, her tongue circling the tip. Sam sucked in a harsh breath, one of his hands gathering her hair to hold it back from her face.

“Good girl,” Sam muttered and then looked over at the redhead he had pulled in from the bar. He lifted his finger, motioning for her to come closer. Once she was in reach, he lifted his hand to wrap around her throat, pulling her down far enough to whisper in her ear, “Ride my thigh for me won’t you sweetheart.”

Six years ago, Cambridge MA…

Sam sighed, taking in the familiar sight of the busy college campus. He had been counting down the days until he could come back to Cambridge. He missed the crisp, sweet smelling fall air. Even though he had only spent a year here, Cambridge felt more like home than Nashville ever could. Danny’s eyes were elsewhere, falling on the young freshman girls that walked past them. Each of them would shyly look at him, and Danny would send them a smirk, making them giggle and blush.

“Don’t you just love fall semester?” Sam said, “The trees changing, the cool air-”

“The fresh girls,” Danny cut him off. Sam rolled his eyes, “Hey, not all of us are super nerds, okay. We need a little extra. . . one on one.”

“I’m excited for the girls too, but I’m excited about being away from everything,” Sam sighed, running his hands through his long hair.

The stress of the family business had hit him hard this past summer. After having that taste of normalcy being able to go to college, Sam had longed for the day his parents would drop him off in Cambridge, however, he didn’t expect the near assassination of his parents to happen right in front of his eyes. His parents almost forbid him from going back to MIT, primarily for his own safety. But Sam had threatened to hurt himself if he didn’t. Mrs. Kiszka couldn’t bear to look at the pain in her son’s face as he held the gun to his head. They reluctantly agreed to let him go back, only if Daniel went with him.

Sam wasn’t sure what time he had gotten home, or how he had gotten home for that matter. All he knew was that it was late, and he was drunk. It had been Sam’s recurring theme for the past three years; wake up late, stare at the computer screen, go to the club, get drunk and fuck someone. Except Sam had forgotten that he usually ended up crying or throwing up on himself in the middle of all that. Danny was the one who always made sure Sam had gotten home safely and was asleep on his side when he was too far gone to care about himself.

Sam had somehow managed to get himself home safe and sound. Danny had only woken up when he heard the loud giggles and Sam was trying to shush the females he had brought home with him. Danny wasn’t surprised when he walked into Sam’s bedroom the next morning, seeing him shirtless with two naked girls on either side of him. Danny walked right over to the curtains, pulling them open, letting the sunlight hit all three drunk humans.

“Ah, what the fuck, Daniel,” Sam groaned, covering his eyes with his hand.

“You’ve got work to do,” Danny said, and looked at the two girls in his bed, “Get the fuck out.”

“You can’t talk to us like that,” One of the girl’s said to Danny. Danny looked her up and down, staring at her naked body, and then looked at Sam.

“Since when are you into plastic surgery and fake tits?”

“Hey!” She scoffed, feeling offended by his words, “You gonna let him talk about us like that?”

Sam looked at his best friend and then to the girls on either side of him, “You heard him, get the fuck out.”

Both the girls mumbled under their breaths as they gathered their clothes and walked out of Sam’s room, slamming the door shut. Danny waited a second before speaking up, looking over to see his best friend already laying back down, his head underneath his pillow. Danny rolled his eyes, and walked over, grabbing the pillow.

“Dude, what the fuck!”

“No, you what the fuck! I thought you were done with this . . . playboy party shit?”

“I agreed to stop day drinking, I never said I was gonna stop partying.” Sam mumbled, “We all grieve differently, okay. Josh buries himself in work, you bury knives in people’s chests, and I bury my cock into whores.”

Danny crossed his arms over his chest, “We’ve talked about this Sam, it’s been three-”

“I fucking know how long it’s been!” Sam yelled, and ran his hands through his hair, “It’s been three years since Jake, but six years since her. I just. . . I need more time.”

Danny frowned looking at his friend. A lot has changed in Sam over the past six years, not only physically but emotionally as well. Sam wasn’t the same baby faced, long flowy hair, care free person he once was. Sam’s smile wasn’t as bright as it used to be, and his eyes didn’t get that twinkle anymore. His eyes were cold and dark, much like Jake’s were before he found the love of his life. Sam had gone into survival mode, numbing himself with drugs and alcohol so he didn’t have to face the monsters of the day. The second the buzz was gone, the moment everything around him came flooding back in. Danny knew people healed in different ways and it wasn’t always linear, but he was tired of watching his friend destroy himself.

“Well, burying yourself in a new whore every night isn’t going to help you heal. If anything it’ll probably just give you gonorrhea.” Danny sighed, and ran a hand through his hair, “Get yourself cleaned up. Josh wants to meet with us about something. Be in the office in half an hour.”

Sam nodded and watched as his best friend left his bedroom. Sam flopped back down on his bed and looked over at his bedside table. The picture of him, Danny, and the woman he loved sat on his bedside table. Sam picked up the frame and gently ran his fingers over the dusty glass. Her smile looked just as bright and warm in pictures as it did in real life. Sam looked at himself in the reflection in the glass, and frowned, setting it back down on the table, and pulling himself out of bed.

Six Years ago, Ireland…

Y/N followed her father and brother through the hallway, interrupting any chance the two of them had of starting up a conversation, even going as far as wriggling her way between the two of them as they walked into her fathers office. Galen was growing annoyed by her constant interruptions, almost as if she had tattooed the words to the college brochure on her eyelids. She was much like her mother in this way, pushing and pushing until she got her way.

“Please dad! I can’t keep doing school online, I want the full experience. I want to go to class, hang out in the library to do my homework,” She slumped onto the chair across from him at his desk, “I want to make friends.”

Galen watched as his daughter impatiently waited for his response, picking at her nails as she held her laptop over her legs. He knew she probably already had the dorm room application open, as well as everything else she could use as a bargaining chip to convince him to let her go, but the look on her was enough for him to cave, as per usual when it came to his precious little girl.

She was always his soft spot, his kryptonite, which was part of the reason he didn’t want her going across the ocean. Not many outside of their family knew she existed for the simple reason that she could be used against Galen so easily. The moment she was placed in his arms twenty some years ago, he knew there wasn’t a single thing in the world he wouldn’t do to make her smile. It had terrified Galen how easily he was willing to lie down and take a bullet for her, but if it meant not seeing her in pain, it was worth it.

“Fine,” He sighed, watching as her eyes immediately lit up, “but Cillian is going with you to move you into your dorm.”

Her grin was wider than he had ever seen it, her head nodded ferociously as her gaze flipped between her father and her brother, “Deal!”

“And you have to bring two guards of my choosing.”

“So I need to call… everybody apparently,” Josh mumbled, shuffling around the papers on the dining room table, once again on whether to hire live entertainment, or to just have a playlist. He was exhausted, overworking himself in a desperate attempt to distract himself from the overwhelming emotions that had plagued his life in the past few years. He was in charge now, he had to be strong for his family, for his business, for himself, or he would crumble, and he would not recover.

It was times like these he wished he still had Jake around, to ask him for advice, for his guidance on what he should do. Even though Josh had handled the promotional side of the business for years, it was always nice to have someone to decide on final things for him. Josh also missed Jake’s wife, knowing that all of this would’ve been done and handled if she was still here. She always ran a tight ship, knowing exactly what needed to be done and when and how much it was going to cost. Josh had been struggling to get the speakeasy open that she had been working on before her untimely death.

This ball Josh had been planning was something Jake actually had in the works years before when he was set to marry the Santiago daughter. He knew that he would need to do something to bring all the mafia members together and do a show of dominance, making it known that the Kiszkas were untouchable now. Josh had been putting it off for awhile, trying to get a handle on the day to day things before he took on a task like this. But his father was pushing him to do something. They were sitting idle, not in danger but not comfortable either. It was time for them to show the mafia world that the Kiszkas hadn’t died with Jake that day, that they were still there and alive.

Danny wandered into the room with a stack of files, immediately laying his eyes on Josh, who looked like he was about to punch a hole in the wall. Danny had moved from just being head of security to also helping out with promotional duties. Sam was no less than useless at this point in time, so the Kiszka mafia really fell onto Josh and Danny’s shoulders. Danny walked over to where Josh was standing, peeking down at the messily written notes in front of him.

“I think we should do live music, better atmosphere.” Danny said with a shrug, earning a sigh from Josh, who quickly picked up his pencil and crossed out the playlist option, “Preferably strings. You know those old time mafia men are going to want something classical being played while they drink their whisky from the 1800s.”

“Thanks Dan.” Josh muttered, sliding his chair out from the table and turned to face Danny.

“I saw these on the ‘to do’ pile, figured I could find some of these fuckers to send invites too. I’m not as savvy with the whole tech shit like Sam is, but I can do what I can. We should probably start sending them out if we want replies before the fundraiser happens,” He said with a chuckle, handing the folders and a small pile of invites to Josh, who cracked a small smile.

“I’ll get Sam to do the rest of it, he needs to do something besides stare at the security footage and sleep. Besides, it’ll be like finding a needle in a haystack with some of them,” Josh said, standing from his chair and stretching away the ache that had settled deep in his bones from sitting for too long.

“Or going to the club, sometimes it’s like he spends more time there than he does at home. Not sure when the last time he’s detoxed either,” Danny agreed, Sam’s habits as of late were a bigger issue than anyone wanted to admit. He had shut himself off from everyone, the only emotion he openly shared was lust, and that was reserved for the ‘catch of the night’ as Danny had begun to call them. He drank till he was numb, and ruminated in it until Danny or Josh forced him to go home, take a shower, and go to sleep.

If he wasn’t at the club, he was burrowed in his office, all the lights turned off as he sat in his chair, wrapped in a robe that Josh and Danny were convinced he hadn’t cleaned since the first time he put it on after Jake's death. He just sat and watched the security footage of the mansion, looking for ghosts that weren’t there, threats that lurked in the dark, but there were none. The Kiszkas had basically been silent since they buried the two lovers three years ago.

Since the shift in power from both the Kiszkas and the Santiagos, nothing had really happened on either side of the world. It was like everyone was waiting for the moment either one of them would fall. The Santiagos were admired for their strength, Paulo was praised for how well he handled taking over the family when Rafael stepped down. Josh had also received praise for stepping up and successfully completing the gun deal with Paulo. The Kiszka and Santiago mafias were now one of the biggest and most powerful families in the world, but they sat in silence, reeling from the deaths that brought them their power.

Josh walked into the office first, taking in the sight of his little brother passed out with his head resting on his desk. He shook his head as he continued on walking to the kitchen. He smiled at Emile as she was already brewing a pot of coffee and making the extremely hungover boy something to eat. Josh had been thankful that Emile decided to stay around after everything. Their mother couldn’t handle staying in the states for very long after they buried Jake. Sam needed the love of a mother, but Mrs. Kiszka was simply incapable of doing that. Instead, Emile stepped up, washing the vomit off his clothes, and picking him up from his own puddle of urine. She loved him like a son, and it showed in the way she was putting up with his antics. She knew that his heart was broken, she had seen this happen before.

Danny looked again at the list of names Josh had scribbled down. Most of them didn’t sound familiar, being Mafia families from around the US, Europe and South America. One name in particular stood out to him, as his breath caught in his throat. He ran his fingers across the dried ink, looking around the office, before folding the file and walking briskly out of the room. Danny ran up to his room, and shut the door, locking it. He sat on his bed, and pulled the file open. He picked up the black and white mugshot in his hand, her smile was still bright and warm even in a picture.

“That fucking clover. . .”

Y/N’s eyes were wide as she took in the sight of the buildings around her, so vastly different from the large open fields she was used to. This would be the first time she had gone to the states without her father by her side. The first time she would be able to explore by herself. Usually coming to the States was strictly for business, and she didn’t dare go anywhere that wasn’t with her father or a handful of guards by her side. She was so zoned out that she didn’t even realize the car had stopped, only refocassing when Cillian blocked the view from her window, opening the door for her.

She took the hand he had outstretched for her, sliding out of the car and taking a step forward, once again looking around at the buildings, and the students bustling around the dorm buildings, many doing the very same thing she was there to do. She could also spot the guards that were around, trying hard to blend into the surroundings, but was useless against her watchful eye. She rolled her eyes before grabbing her purse and putting it on her shoulder.

Cillian watched as she gawked at the sheer amount of people around her, until her gaze locked on a tall brunette standing across the quad with someone he could only assume was his friend. It was now Cillian’s turn to roll his eyes at his little sister, watching as the brunette man sent her a smile and she turned almost as red as her hair.

Cillian walked up to his little sister, snapping his fingers in front of her face a couple times, “You’re here for an education, not to have fun.” His tone pulled her attention back to him, noting the way he attempted to remain hard in the face, despite the mild taunting undertone in his statement.

She watched as Cillian turned back to the car, reaching into the trunk, “Is there a reason I can’t do both?” She had a smug smirk on her face as Cillian pulled a bag from the trunk, tossing it at her, “Besides… only the good die young, right?”

Her eyes drifted back to the tall boy across the quad, and much to her surprise, she caught his gaze. A blush crept over her cheeks, causing him to smile as she bowed her head to look at the man that was helping her unpack the trunk.

Danny had followed his friend’s gaze, seeing him smile shyly at his shoes, before peering back up at the girl who was talking to a boy next to her. Sam was determined at that moment to get to know her. He put the pamphlet back down on the table and fixed his flannel, taking a step forward, only to be stopped by Danny’s hand on his chest. Sam scoffed and looked at his friend who just shook his head.

“You know Sam,” Danny said, pulling Sam from his daze, “there are better looking women than a redhead. You know what they say about them right?”

Sam’s eyes were straining as he watched the bright computer screens in his dark office. After Jake’s death, Josh had moved into his office, leaving Sam alone in the other one. Danny hardly had a need for an office, so he rarely came into Sam’s. Sam had monitors set up all around him with various camera shots from different locations throughout the city and even the world. With just a simple click of a key Sam could look at the stock houses in Argentina, or the clubs in Paris, or the old mills in Kansas.

Sam looked over his shoulder, before hitting a key and turning all the cameras to various areas of the MIT campus. He would occasionally flip the screens to look over the areas he once roamed in search for that familiar red hair and green eyes. He’d recognize her anywhere if she would just show her pretty face. Instead, it was just random college students milling around, drinking in the front yard of Frat Houses, running naked across central campus.

“You know, in most law cases this would be considered stalking,” Josh said leaning up against the door. Sam quickly shut the screens down and went back to looking at Kiszka Enterprises property, “Don’t need to hide from me, baby brother. I know you’ve been watching that campus for years. Wouldn’t she have graduated by now?”

“Not if she's working on her masters. . .” Sam mumbled, “She said she wanted to get her doctorate in computer programming. So she’d still be there. . . if she’s even alive.”

Josh sighed and sat down in a chair across from Sam. No one had really ever talked about how this life affected Sam. Sam was the baby of the family, the most sheltered from everything and he liked that. Josh had slowly seen the bright light slip from his brother’s eyes over the past couple years. Nothing made him smile, nothing made him happy. He was obsessive over finding this old ghost, and it had only gotten worse since Jake’s passing. Jake could keep Sam busy enough so that he didn’t have time to sit and stare at security footage all day, but Josh was a different leader than Jake.

“I think she’s still alive,” Josh said.

“What makes you say that?” Sam asked him.

“Don’t you think if a student showed up dead on MIT’s campus, it would’ve been a headline somewhere? You would’ve seen it Sam, you would know.”

“Okay, and if she is alive. . . she might not even remember me. I mean, I was there one day and being dragged onto a plane, drugged out of my mind, the next,” Sam explained. Josh could remember that because he was the one that pressed the needle with anesthetic into his brother’s neck so they could get him on the plane back to Nashville easier.

“I’m sorry I did that Sam,” Josh said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. Sam just shrugged in acknowledgment, “You two were pulled apart Sam, that doesn’t mean she just forgot about you, she probably did the same thing as you for a long time.” Josh stood from his chair, walking towards the door of Sam’s office before turning his head back to his little brother, “Who knows, maybe she’s been watching you this entire time and you’ve just been to blind to see it.”

Sam rolled his eyes, letting out a small scoff at the implication, “I highly doubt that.”

“Do me a favor, find these old bastards,” Josh said, tossing down a list of names in front of him.

Sam nodded and Josh patted his shoulder on his way out, shutting the door behind him and leaving Sam once again in the darkness of his office, the only light coming from the monitors. He fell back into his usual activity, staring at the screens, flipping through security feed, which now included the feed for the fundraiser location. Sam turned to one of his screens, pulling open an old coding document that he had been working on as far back as when he was at MIT. He started it just before the start of his third year in school.

He skimmed through it, easily identifying lines that he had written, and finding spots where she had taken over, correcting his errors, or making improvements to the code he had already written. By the time he reached the last few lines of code, he noticed his mouse twitching, scrolling back up without his input.

It was only after he stopped trying to fight with his mouse, that his eyes caught the inconsistency on the screen. Sam had opened the document since his time in MIT, but he never really added much, and what he did add was without fault, a conscious improvement to the work he had started years prior, but there was one line that stuck out from the rest, a simple line of code placed in exactly the wrong spot. His hand touched the mouse once again, hovering over the line.

Then it all blacked out.

His room was flooded in darkness for a split second before being engulfed in a dull green light, the code suddenly spreading over every monitor he owned, and at the end, he watched as the line of code corrected itself. Sam’s jaw dropped as he looked around his office, his mind freezing for a split second. He had never had a breach in his security like this, he wasn’t even sure what to really do. Instead, he stared at the caret as it blinked for a few seconds before dropping to a new line.

[I’ve been waiting years for you to notice that error ☘]

Sam frantically reached for his keyboard, but by the time his fingers brushed the keys, his screen blacked out once again, coming back as the security footage he had pulled up beforehand. He opened the document once again, seeing the corrected line, but no additional text, and no evidence on his computer that anyone else had access to his system. Sam took a couple deep breaths, trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened.

Someone or something had breached his system, and there was only one thing on his mind. Sam shut down his systems, leaning back in his chair, watching as everything shut down. He looked around his office, his brown eyes landing on the half bottle of tequila on his desk. He stood up, and picked up the bottle, dropping it in the trash before walking out of his office.

Note: blame it on the vibes, or whatever or the fact that I have finally finished this fucking series. but its back and if you saw me post this before. . . you didn't. but let me get one hate anon/hate post, ONE, and this will be taken down. I have a ZERO TOLERANCE for hate

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gracev0609 · 3 months

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Love Blooms

Josh Kiszka X Female OC (Caroline)

Writing this really felt like we were creating a lovely little rom com movie. Enjoy this journey into an AU where the band doesn't exist and Josh is a kindergarten teacher who falls head over heels for one of his students moms, Caroline.

A @lipstickitty / gracev0609 collaboration.

WC: 10k+

Warnings: 18+ only, Minors DNI, mentions of an absent parent, explicit sex, cutie pie Josh (bc that deserves a warning).

There was a slight chill in the October air as Josh stood outside with his classroom. He pulled the sleeves of his sweater down over his fingertips as he waved goodbye to his kindergarten class as they left with their parent, one by one. Josh looked at his watch, it was officially ten minutes past dismissal time and one little girl, Martine, was left. He smiled at her as she sat on the ground with her slightly too large bubblegum pink backpack playing with the rocks.

“Mr. Kiszka! Look at this cool rock!” She extended her small hand holding it up for him to look at.

“That is so cool, Martine! It's very sparkly.”

Josh's eyes lifted to the parking lot as he squatted to the ground searching for her parent.

“I wanna keep it!” She exclaimed, putting it in her skirt pocket.

Finally an older model Toyota Corolla turned into the lot speeding to the spots near the front. Parking next to his truck a woman with long blonde curls, strikingly similar to Martine's, jumped out of the front seat .

“I am so so sorry Mr. Kiszka! The usual route I take to get here- well - the road was closed! And there was a crazy detour, and I am so sorry!”

He smiled at her rambling, holding his hands out in front of him,” It's okay! As long as you're alright, we're fine. Martine was showing me some cool rocks she found just now.”

“I hope I didn't make you late for your after school plans!”

He giggled,” Just dinner in front of the TV!”

She leaned down scooping up her daughter and hitching her on her hip,” Sounds about the same for us.”

He couldn't help but acknowledge her beauty, her hazel eyes that were almost green, her hair spiraling down to her waist. He thought she was quite an attractive person. She was beginning to turn away and walk back to the car when he stopped her,” Oh! I didn't catch your name before! Im, um, I'm Josh…. Josh Kiszka, obviously because I'm Mr. Kiszka.”

Giggling at his rambling,” Hi Josh. I'm Caroline. Caroline Hart.”

His brows furrow almost imperceptibly,” Martine has a different last name? I'm sorry if that was too forward.”

“Oh! No. Martine's dad isn't in the picture, we um, we never got married. It's just her and I.”

“Oh.. I'm sorry. That was inappropriate of me to ask.”

“Josh it's fine, really we're not upset, it's all we know. We have a beautiful life just us girls.”

Josh smiled again,” I'm sure you do, Martine is wonderful to have in class. Speaking of, I better let you go. I'll see you girls tomorrow!”

He extended his hand out for her to shake,” It was a pleasure meeting you Caroline.”

She slid her hand into his, gripping it and shaking it, she couldn't help but feel how soft and warm and gentle they felt.

“Bye Josh. We'll see you tomorrow.”

And with that she turned and took her daughter to the car, strapping her into her car seat. Her mind was running so fast, she couldn't shake how attractive she thought he was, how kind he seemed. He's a kindergarten teacher after all.

Once Caroline got into her car safely Josh made his way to his own vehicle. His own mind racing, she was so beautiful and so strong. How could he possibly find one of his students' moms so attractive?

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One frigid December morning, Josh was setting up his classroom for the class Christmas party early before his students arrived. The room had already been decked out in winter decorations since the beginning of December, but this was the last day of school before holiday break and he wanted to go all out for it. He strung lights around his desk and hung some ornaments and tinsel on some of the plants he kept in the room.

On the table, he’d set out a few different bottles of juice and a couple trays of cookies he’d made himself the night before just for the party, decorating them all night long. He’d sent a newsletter home the week before encouraging all the parents to come if they could make it and he was truly looking forward to it.

Once his classroom was decorated to his liking, he took a seat at his desk, tidying up some stray papers and various other belongings just to pass the time. Finally his kids started filing in, holding the hands of the adults dropping them off and greeting him with big smiles. He must have heard a chorus of at least 15 different “good morning, Mr. Kiszka”s when everyone had made their way inside.

He watched the kids hang their backpacks on their little hooks and take their seats, the parents that had to get to work kissing their children goodbye and making their exit, the ones that were staying for the party finding a seat near their child. With a glance over at the table holding the refreshments, he noticed that a few of the parents had brought something as well. He felt the corners of his lips turn up into a small smile when he saw Caroline sitting with Martine, brushing her long blonde curls out of her face.

Josh stood and made his way to the front of the room, “Good morning everybody!! I’m so glad all of you could make it to our Christmas party!” He beamed at his students. “It’s the last day of school before we go on Christmas break so we’re just gonna eat our snacks and have fun, okay? It’s a party!” He giggled, crossing the room to the snack table and telling everyone to line up to take their picks. He handed each one a napkin with their treat, giving them all a warm smile.

He greeted Martine with a smile as she grabbed a brownie off a tray that he hadn’t brought in, assuming one of the parents must have brought them. “My mommy made these.” She declared proudly, grinning at her teacher.

“Did she? That’s so cool! They look really good, I’ll have to try one!” His nose scrunched in a grin as he handed the little girl a napkin. She skipped back over to her mother and he continued handing out the treats.

Once everyone was back in their seats enjoying their snacks, Josh grabbed a cookie and a brownie for himself and took them over to his desk, staying true to his word about trying Martine’s mom’s brownies. It was one of the best brownies he’d ever eaten, not that he was expecting anything else.

His cheeks flushed when he made eye contact with Caroline as he was taking his second bite and she smiled a little smugly watching him enjoy the brownie.

A short while later, Josh broke out a few board games he kept in his classroom for free days, setting them up for anyone who wanted to play. He watched a few kids with their parents pick out a game to play, Martine leading a laughing Caroline straight to the Candyland board. Then Martine made her way over to him, “Mr. Kiszka, will you please play Candyland with us?” She asked with a slight pout. He glanced over to the board and saw that another child and parent had come over to play also so he figured it couldn’t hurt anything. He enthusiastically played through the game with the kids, cheering them on.

At the end of the school day, Josh hovered over by the classroom door, telling each of his kids goodbye and wishing them a good Christmas break and thanking each of their parents for coming. Martine and Caroline were the last ones out, Martine having taken her sweet time packing up her belongings, but he didn’t mind one bit.

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Kiszka!” Martine shouted, clapping her hands excitedly.

“Merry Christmas, Josh! I bet you’re looking forward to spending the break at home with your partner!” Caroline said with a sweet smile.

“I’m actually single right now, it’ll just be me!” He chuckled a little. “Might go see my family.”

“I’m sorry to assume!” She laid her hand on his arm gently. “I don’t have anyone right now either, it’ll just be us girls.” She pressed a kiss to her daughter’s forehead.

“That’s a shame, really. You’re too beautiful to be by yourself over the holidays.” He flirted, her cheeks burning red. She sputtered for a second, trying to come up with a response but drawing a blank as he giggled and wished them a merry Christmas once more, waving as they walked out the door.

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Spring had sprung, and the plants in Josh's classroom were growing. Many of his trailing pothos had new leaves, their vines spreading out long in the welcome sunshine. While watering them one morning he saw that most if not all of the babies on his spider plant were quite large. An idea sparking in his head, he grabbed scissors and plastic sandwich baggies. Carefully he poked a few holes in each bag before snipping off enough spiderettes to send home to each child.

Once the end of the day was nearing, the kids had practiced their shapes and their alphabet. They went outside and played in the warming sun. Josh gathered up the plants in his hands before explaining what he was doing.,” Okay everyone! I have a surprise for all of you today. One of my plants grew enough babies that I am able to give each of you a little plant. Im sending you all home with a care sheet, along with your plant. You're going to want to plant it in some dirt, and put the pot in a nice sunny spot so it can grow big and beautiful. Also! You'll want to water it once a week, but that's all written on your sheets.”

One by one he walked around the room placing the baggie on each child's desk.

Once he got to Martine's desk she was practically vibrating out of her seat,” Mr. Josh I love plants! They're so pretty! My mommy has some! She has a huge one called a monster plant!”

Another child, Marcus, interrupted her,” You called him Mr. Josh! His name is Mr. Kiszka!”

Martine opened her mouth to argue back and Josh quickly jumped in,” Well, actually they're both my names. Like you have a first name and a last name, so do I! But, we want to call our teachers by their last names, so that's why I'm called Mr. Kiszka.”

Turning his attention to Martine,” I hope you and your mom enjoy your new plant!”

Another school day ended and Josh stood dutifully at the door waiting for each child's parents to come and pick them up, saying goodbye to each one. Soon enough Caroline was making her way through the door and Martine was gleefully greeting her,” Mommy! Look at the plant we got today!”

She held the baggie up, letting her mom inspect it,” Oh nice baby! We don't have this one yet, it's been on mommy's list.”

Josh's eyes widened, and he made his way over to them, whispering,”Do you want another one? I can quick snip you off another baby.”

She smirked, her cheeks pinkening,” Would you? I'd love that.”

“Anything for you Miss Caroline.”

Pretending to sneak over to his desk he grabbed a pair of scissors. He held his free hand up to his lips, making a ‘shh’ motion, before he slinked over to his plant and snipping another baby off. Quickly he set his scissors down in his cup of pens and pencils and walked back over to the girls. Extending his hand out he held the small spider plant baby in his palm,” For you.”

She smiled, he really was so sweet, she kept her voice low,” Thank you Josh.”

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Caroline smiled as sweetly as she could, but quite frankly she was bored. She wished she could be doing quite literally anything else besides sitting here across from this man at this restaurant/ bar. He droned on and on about his vehicle, a lifted something with a V something else engine. Trying not to roll her eyes she tried to steer the conversation elsewhere but it kept circling back to his damn car. All she wanted was a nice dinner, a little conversation and hopefully a halfway decent time in bed. She clicked on her phone, peering at the lock screen looking to see if her mom texted her, but no there was no update or emergency text about Martine. In need of stretching her legs, and a break from this conversation she excused herself and walked her wine glass back up to the bar. She scanned the bar top looking for a place where she could wedge herself in and get a refill. She found an opening next to a man in a black oversized jacket with long brown hair flowing down his back. Squeezing herself in, she waited on the bartender's attention when she heard a familiar voice call her name,” Caroline?!”

Turning her head to the left she found him sitting next to the man with the long hair,” Josh?!”

“What are you doing here? This place is kind of a dive,” he chuckled,” Come sit with us! This is my brother, Jake. Jake, this is Caroline.”

He smiled and waved hello before taking a swig of his beer. Briefly she thought about her date, but decided that she'd have a much better time sitting with Josh then she ever would with him. She sat down in the empty barstool next to him. After Jake called the bartender over she took your order as well as Josh's, and Jake told her to close his tab and handed her his card.

“Have a nice night Josh. It was a pleasure Caroline.”

Another glass of white wine was placed in front of her as well as an amber colored beer in front of Josh. He took a sip,” So really, why are you here?”

Giggling she replied,”Oh! I was on a date. He picked this place. He was horribly boring, he only talked about his car.”

Josh gasped,” No! Not a car guy!”

“Yeah… a car guy.’ She put her head in her hands and laughed,” Thank you for the plants by the way, that was sweet.”

“Oh! No big deal, I had plenty to share. Martine was telling me that you like plants?’

Josh twists in his chair, his hand coming to rest on the back of hers, his thumb stroking across her bare skin exposed in her sleeveless top. She felt a shiver run down her spine at the light contact.

“I love plants. We have quite a few! A few cactuses, some pothos, and a large monstera. We got it when it was only three little leaves and now it's enormous!”

Josh beamed, her excitement mirroring her daughters when she was talking about the plants earlier,” You're really cute Caroline. I hope I'm not overstepping, but I find everything about you really attractive.”

She blushed, placing her hand on his thigh, gently squeezing the muscle,” I find you really attractive too. You're very kind, and you're pretty, and my daughter talks about you constantly. Can I tell you a secret?” She asked leaning forward, her lips brushing against his earlobe,” After every encounter we have, I can't stop thinking about you.”

Josh's breath shuttered, eager to see where the night takes them,” I can't stop thinking about you either.”

She leans back, smiling sweetly and grabbing her wine glass as she downs the rest of the pale yellow effervescent liquid.

“One more round and then we go?” She smiled, running her tongue across her top row of teeth.

“Um. Yeah, yeah. Absolutely, I want to.” Josh stuttered.

They continued to flirt through their next drink, talking, laughing and touching.

Josh and Caroline stand, moving down to the cash register so their tab can be closed out.

“I got it, really, teachers salary isn't that bad,” Josh chuckled.

She leaned in to him, slipping her hand under his shirt, her fingers trailing up and down his spine,” Thank you Josh.” She could feel him reacting to her touch, goose bumps forming under her palm.

Once the tab was closed he led her out of the bar towards his truck.

“I'll tell you where to go, I don't live too far.” Caroline told him as she directed him which way to turn once he was out on the main road.

A few turns later Josh clears his throat,” I don't want to be presumptuous or anything but… Do we need to stop at the drug store first?”

Caroline laughs, her hand reaching over the center console, gliding up his thigh getting closer and closer to his crotch,” No, sweetie. I have plenty of condoms at home.”

Josh smiles, one corner of his mouth turning up, his hand pulling hers off of his body before wandering over to her jean covered thigh, squeezing and kneading the flesh between his fingers.

She grabs his hand sliding it higher until it meets the warm juncture of her thighs.

Josh mutters fuck under his breath.

“Needy girl…”

“My mom has Martine for the night, and I really want to have fun, preferably with you. Could you believe I was going to give it up to the car guy if I hadn't ran into you?”

Josh cups her heat with more pressure,” He wouldn't have deserved it Caroline. You need someone to treat you as sweet as you are.”

She thought for a moment, from where she stood he seemed like the sweetest and most deserving man of a fun evening. She was happy that she ran into him.

As they pulled into her driveway, Josh’s fingers trailed along her inner thighs and then tangled in her hair, pulling her face close to his. “I’m really glad we ran into each other tonight.” He whispered, glancing down to her lips and leaning in ever so slightly closer.

“I was just thinking that.” She giggled, leaning in and closing the gap, pressing her plush pink lips to his. His eyes fluttered closed and he deepened the kiss, letting out a soft sigh into her mouth. After gently sucking her bottom lip between his and giving it a little nip, he pulled away and shut the car off, shutting his own door and jogging around the front to open Caroline’s as well. She watched him shut her door and then took his hand, leading him into her home for the first time.

She slammed the door behind them, “I’ll give you the grand tour.” She giggled, still pulling him by the hand. They walked all the way down the hallway passing the bathroom and the smaller bedroom he assumed to be Martine’s, until they reached her bedroom. “Here it is!” She laughed, flopping down onto the edge of her bed and raising her eyebrows at him.

“Wonderful tour, 5 stars. Very thorough.” Josh chuckled, coming to stand in between her legs and leaning in for another kiss. He couldn’t get enough of the way she tasted, the little sounds she made when his hands roamed her body, locating each sensitive spot and making mental notes of all of them.

Caroline’s hands started out buried in his hair, wandering down his neck to his chest as the kiss grew more heated. He hummed happily as she familiarized herself with the full expanse of his torso, whining when she separated their lips to rip his shirt over his head. The disappointment was very short lived, her mouth going straight to his neck as soon as the garment had been cast aside.

She wanted so badly to leave marks on him, sink her teeth into his throat, but she knew she couldn’t with all the little sets of eyes that were on him every day. She settled for soft, open mouthed kisses and tracing her tongue over his skin until she arrived at his chest, now that she could leave marks on. He let out a soft gasp when she bit into the muscle of his right pec, soothing over it with her tongue as she ran her fingers down his stomach.

He broke the kiss, a little breathless as he rushed to get her undressed. He stopped to take her in for a moment once he got her in just her lacy black bra and thong. “This was for him?” Josh scoffed. “That fucking car guy couldn’t have handled you, sweetheart.”

A sweet little breathy moan escaped from her when his lips met the heated skin of her chest, kisses and gentle nips of his teeth drawing the prettiest sounds from her. “Pants off, Josh.” She whispered, ghosting her fingers over the bulge straining the fabric.

He stood back a bit to kick the material off his legs, not caring where they ended up. He watched her eyes rake over him, blushing a little under her gaze. “What the hell do you do on the weekends, Kiszka? I know you didn’t get those muscles in your classroom.” She cackled, flopping backward into the mountain of pillows at the head of the bed. He opened his mouth to answer but no words came out as she hooked her fingers into the strings of her thong, pulling it down her legs tossing it at him. Reaching between her breasts she unclasped her bra, letting it slide down her shoulders.

“Come here big boy..’ she teased grabbing her breasts in her hands squeezing the plush flesh.

“You're so beautiful…” Josh slipped his underwear off, giving himself a few tugs of relief before climbing up onto the bed. He kissed her hard before gliding down her body, his face nuzzling and kissing her breasts, sucking on her nipples making her back arch into him.

She whined his name, gently pushing his head further down her body.

“You want me to lick it? Suck on it, make you feel so so good?”

Cupping her hands around his face her eyes pleaded before her lips did.

“Please Josh… eat me out?”

His lips left hot kisses down her tummy, kissing her mound. Her legs spread wide, welcoming him. Her breath caught, as he dipped his tongue in her wet folds. Groaning, she tilted her head back enjoying the feeling. He lapped at her swollen bud, swirling his tongue around it, licking and sucking. Dipping his tongue down he teased her sopping wet entrance. Slipping his tongue inside, she gasped. Licking his way back up to her clit he babied it in his mouth until her legs were shaking.

“Cum for me baby, please, right in my mouth.”

One final hard suck on her clit and pleasure was crashing down on her in waves, delicious Josh induced waves. When she finally came down he pulled his mouth away as she was panting desperately trying to catch her breath.

“You're…. You're good at that.” She breathed, her breasts heaving.

Gently he moved back up her body, his wet warm mouth leaving kisses on her breasts.

She pushes his curls back away from his forehead,” Can… can I go down on you?”

“No honey, not tonight, we can get to that later I just want to make you feel good.’

He continues to press kisses to wherever he can reach.

“ Josh?”

“Hm?”

“It's been a little while since I've last… had fun with a man.” Caroline told him, cheeks reddening.

“Don't worry honey, I'm gonna take my time, treat you so well… you deserve it.”

She sighed melting into the pillows,” I want you now Josh, want to feel you.”

He whispered okay,moving off of her body so she could retrieve the condom from her nightstand. After a moment of digging she hands him a square. Quickly he unwraps it, rolling it down his cock. She rolls back over, hitching her leg over his thigh, a slight pout on her face,” You didn't even let me touch your cock.”

Josh laughs,” I'm sorry, you said you wanted me now.”

She skirted her hand down his slightly soft stomach, over his hip bones, before lightly teasing the suede soft skin of his uncovered shaft. She dances her fingertips over his latex covered cock until she takes him firmly in her hand squeezing him while rubbing his slit with her thumb. His voice comes out gravelly, reveling in her touch,” Do you have more condoms? Because I'd really like to take this off so I can feel your touch.”

She leans back over to root through her nightstand, he can't help but watch as her breasts jiggle as she moves. Giggling, she tosses a strip of golden foil at him.

“We have enough for a do over, and another round or two if you're up for the challenge.”

He swallows harshly, could he be falling in love already? Before he can move her hands are on him, rolling off the latex, tossing it into the trash can. She grips him in her fist, slick from the inside of the condom and begins pumping him. He melts back into the pillows, not remembering the last time someone's hands felt this good. She works him until he's twitching and leaking,” Are you sure I can't suck it? You have such a pretty cock.”

Josh whines, she's so pretty with such a filthy mouth.

“Just let me taste you baby. Real quick.”

Dipping her head down she sticks her tongue out, lapping up the trail of precum. She hums when the earthy salty taste of his arousal meets her tongue. Opening up another foil packet she carefully rolls it down his length, her hands moving further downwards to cup his warm balls making him gasp.

“You're such a tease Caroline. God, I haven't been this worked up in ages.’

Quickly he flips her onto her back, smiling as she looks up at him with lust filled doe eyes. He leans down, kissing her,” Gonna be so good to you…”

Her legs part naturally to accommodate his hips, fisting himself he lines up gently pushing himself inside. So slowly he enters her, her tight walls relaxing against him. Soon enough he's fully sheathed inside her warm wetness, he can feel her clenching and unclenching around him. “Such a good girl, taking me so well. You wrapped me up in velvet, feels so good baby.”

Josh continues kissing her, his lips melding with hers as she continues to adjust to him. In between kisses she tells him that he can start to move. Slowly he rears his hips back, pulling out only half way, before pushing back in giving her a gentle thrust. A small moan slips from her lips, as he does it again and again gently working up to a regular pace. Little gasps and whines freely fall from her lips, she can't keep quiet and they're ringing in his ears. Her hands pulling him closer, she gasps,” Just a little harder Josh, mm so close.”

In no time she's crying out, clenching hard around him as she cums for the second time, Josh grits his teeth and fucks her through it. Sloppy wet thrusts ring out in her bedroom, he can't get over how messy her pretty cunt is, coating his entire length, dampening his pubic hair.

“You feel so good baby. So so good, fuck…” she clenches around him causing him to whine,” I'm gonna cum soon.”

She cups his face, his cheeks pink and his curls damp and sweaty,” Do it Joshy, I wanna watch you. I bet you cum so pretty.”

He gasps, jaw falling slack, his eyebrows furrow and he moans falling under the waves of pleasure of his own orgasm. Caroline whines as she feels him pulsing, filling up the latex with his warmth. Josh pumps his hips a few more times letting her warm walls coax out every drop he has to give. Stroking his cheeks she coos,” Good boy Josh. I felt you, felt so good.”

Dazed from his orgasm he pulls out, tying off the rubber and putting in the trash can next to her bed. Turning back to her he snuggles into her body, his head resting in her lower stomach showering it with kisses. He looks up at her, big brown eyes pleading,” Can I eat you out until I get hard again?”

She giggles, tangling her fingers in his curls, gently pushing his head down.

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The next morning Josh woke a little startled, realizing he wasn’t in his own bed. Once he took in his surroundings though, he realized he was in Caroline’s bed, fully bare and pressed against her body, holding her against his chest. He took the time to really look at her, studying her features while she slept. He couldn’t believe how beautiful he thought she was even sleeping, the little puffs of her breath heating his skin.

He watched her eyes gently move under her lids, wondering what she was dreaming about. Slowly, feather lightly, he traced one finger down her nose and over her lips, her nose scrunching up a bit in her sleep. When she started to stir he trailed his fingers up and down her spine, gently rousing her from her slumber.

A grin stretched across his face when her eyes fluttered open, “Good morning gorgeous.” He pressed sweet kisses to her cheeks and forehead making her giggle.

She yawned, “Morning Josh.” Her eyes opened a little wider, “Shit, what time is it?”

His hand reaches out to the bedside table, searching for his phone. He brings the device closer to his face, eyes narrowing a bit as his still sleepy eyes adjust to looking at the screen.

“It’s… 10:30. Why?” His brows furrowed in confusion.

“Fuck. My mom will be dropping Martine off any minute now. I didn’t set an alarm, I never sleep this late!” She whined, jumping up off the bed and dashing to her closet, rooting around for something, anything for the two of them to wear before her daughter arrived.

“Hey, it’s okay. We can just tell Martine I came over to check on the spider plant babies. If we don’t act like anything’s wrong, she won’t think anything’s wrong.” Josh soothed, coming up behind her to gently rub some of the tension from her shoulders as she searched.

Finally she emerged from the closet with the baggiest pair of sweats she owned and a big t-shirt for Josh, and a pair of black leggings and a t-shirt for herself. They dressed quickly, frantically trying to tame each other’s wild hair as soon as they were clothed, then they heard the front door open and shut followed by Martine’s excited voice as she made her way inside. She was eager to tell her mom about all the fun things she and her grandmother had done.

“Living room, she can’t find us in here. Go, go!” Caroline whisper-yelled, tugging him by the hand out into the hallway. They reached the living room, a little out of breath, just before Martine walked in there.

Her eyes popped a little when she saw her teacher in her living room, a big smile taking over her face, “Mr. Kiszka!!” She squealed, running over to both of them.

“Hi, Martine! I just came to check on the spider plant babies for you and your mom since you’ve never had them before! They’re doing so well, I’m so proud of you!” Josh beamed at her.

Caroline and Josh both took a seat on the couch, Martine excitedly climbing up right in between them. “I was just about to put on some coffee, Josh, would you like a cup?” He nodded with a grateful smile, watching as she walked off into the kitchen.

“Did you have fun with grandma, baby?” Caroline asked her daughter as she made her way back over to the couch to sit while the coffee brewed.

Martine enthusiastically launched into the full play by play of everything they’d done, absolutely thrilled to be telling her mom and her favorite teacher about her day. “We worked in the garden and she let me help pull weeds and plant seeds, and we made cinnamon rolls for breakfast, and she let me stay up late watching movies but I’m not supposed to tell!” Her sentence ended in a whisper looking directly at Josh, seemingly forgetting her mother was right on the other side. Throughout her story she’d been inching closer and closer to Josh, so excited to see him at her house that she’d ended up almost in his lap, little hands gesturing wildly as she spoke.

Caroline was almost in a daze, watching Josh interact with her baby so sweetly, the way he really listened to her and responded perfectly, her heart melting. Finally she snapped out of it and noticed how close Martine had scooted over to him, giggling a little, “Remember, personal space, baby.” She gently reminded the little girl, brushing her fingers through her baby’s soft blonde locks.

“Oh no she’s fine, she’s just excited! Don't worry about it, really!” Josh laughed, turning his head just briefly to meet her gaze and her breath caught in her chest. His big brown eyes so soft and sweet as he looked between her and her daughter, he looked like he was really truly happy to be there with them.

Finally Caroline’s eyes zeroed in on his crotch, even the big, baggy sweats not doing much to hide anything. She let her mind wander for a moment, thinking about the night before, how he’d looked and felt between her legs, and all the other things she’d still love to do to him.

“Mommy, can I go color?” Martine’s big hazel eyes meeting her mother’s that so closely matched her own.

“Of course baby, your coloring books and crayons are on the kitchen table.” She smiled at her little girl, kissing the top of her head before she ran off to the kitchen.

“What’re you thinking about?” Josh asked with a smirk once Martine was out of earshot, having noticed her staring.

“Oh nothing, just the fact that those sweats you have on really don’t hide very much.”

His cheeks burned red and he searched his mind far and wide for something to fire back but couldn’t think of anything, not with the way she’d just caught him off guard and the small child happily coloring in the next room.

His face fell a little as his thoughts started to race, thinking of all the things that could go wrong. He felt a sinking in the pit of his stomach and it really threw him, he’d been so completely happy just minutes before. “Hey, Caroline… I had the best time with you, really. You’re incredible and I really want to spend more time with you, and I don’t want to upset you, but… I don’t think we can be anything serious right now. I’m her teacher, my job could be on the line. Fuck.”

Her heart plummeted into her stomach though she knew he was right, nodding once in agreement. “You’re right. Nothing more until she’s out of your class.” Her voice was soft, looking at his chin so she didn’t have to directly meet his gaze, afraid if she did her lip might start trembling.

Josh sighed heavily, pulling her into his arms and gently petting her hair back. “I should go, but I’d really like to see you again, Caroline.” He whispered, leaving her with a chaste kiss to her lips and a soft squeeze to her shoulder.

“Are you leaving, Mr. Kiszka?” Martine asked innocently.

“Yeah, I gotta get going but I’ll see you at school Monday okay? Keep up the good work with the plants!” He waved at her as he let himself out. He wasn’t sure what the hell he’d gotten himself into.

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Josh had his AC cranked in his little modular classroom, he was trying his best to keep his kiddos cool. The metal box he taught in got warm quickly especially in the first few hot days of spring.

“Okay everyone! Let's pack everything up, it's almost dismissal time.”

Martine wiggled in her seat, jutting her hand high above her head as he walked by her desk.

“Yes, Martine.” He stopped in front of her and smiled.

“Mr. Kiszka! My plants are growing!”

His grin grew wider,” That's amazing Martine, you must be taking excellent care of them.”

Yet again,with the repetition of the school day parents slowly filed in to pick up their children. A few students' parents returned their permission slips for the spring field trip, he gathered them in his hands walking back behind his desk. Sitting down in his desk chair he leaned over opening the filing cabinet, finding the correct spot he placed them in with the others. While his head was buried in his papers he heard his most favorite familiar voice,” Hi Joshy.”

He smiled wide, lifting his eyes to her. Upon noticing her figure wrapped up in a tight tank top and short denim shorts he began blushing,” Hi Caroline. How are you?”

She smiles at him, leaning down over his desk, handing him a slip of paper,” Here's Martine's permission slip.”

Very subtly she pushed her chest out, and he gulped. The pink in his cheeks intensifies as he feels the familiar stirring in his pants.

“Thank you…’ he fumbles with the paper in his hands.

“You good Josh?” She smirks knowing exactly what is happening beneath his desk.

“Mmhmm! Yeah! I'm fine. Um, have a good night!”

She whispers,” You're cute when you're flustered.”

Martine waves goodbye as her mom ushers her out of his classroom. Josh crosses his arms and lays his head down on his desk wondering how she has so much of a hold over him. He couldn't believe he saw the slightest peek of her breasts spilling out and he got a boner like a damn teenager. After a few deep breaths he hears his phone vibrating in his desk drawer. He opens the drawer, grabbing it and unlocking it. Inside he finds a text from Caroline.

Caroline: It's okay baby, I was also thinking about riding you earlier today.

His jaw drops staring at his phone, unable to stop the blood flowing to his groin he huffs out a breath and starts typing away.

Josh: …. You're evil.

Josh: You couldn't have even waited until I got home. What am I supposed to do now?

Caroline: You could come over, say around 10?

Josh: Will you be able to stay quiet?

Caroline: You'll just have to push my face into the pillows.

Josh dropped his phone, clattering on his desk. Muttering fuck under his breath. Quickly he typed one more message before gathering his things to go home.

Josh: I'll be there, 10 o'clock sharp.

Josh locked the classroom door and walked over to his truck climbing in and he sat down, starting it and shifting into drive. Through his commute home he couldn't help but think about Caroline, imagining himself taking her from behind and pushing her gorgeous face into the pillows on her bed. He imagined her moaning into them with every thrust of his hips. Admittedly his cock was still hard and his wandering thoughts were only making him throb. His right hand dropped from the steering wheel, coming to his crotch. Slowly he started rubbing himself through his pants, and he gently groaned. He wanted it to be Caroline's hand on him, hers had felt so good the night before. He teased himself and squeezed his cock the entire ride home, by the time he pulled into his driveway he knew his underwear was soaked in his precum.

Taking a deep breath he gathered his things and made his way inside his home. Dropping his things off at the kitchen table he beelines it to his shower eager to get himself ready for his evening.

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Josh put his truck in park in Caroline’s driveway before sending her a text.

Josh: Let me in?

A few moments later he saw Caroline stick her head out the front door, waving him in with a big grin.

“That was a mean trick you played on me today, baby.” Josh spoke softly right in her ear once the door was safely shut behind him, one of his hands brushing her long curls away from her neck before laying a few gentle kisses over her skin. She playfully shushed him with one finger over his lips, pointing over her shoulder to Martine’s room before folding her hands under her head to say ‘she’s asleep’.

She took him by the hand and dragged him down the hall to her bedroom. She pushed the door closed behind them so slowly it didn’t even make a creak before pouncing on Josh, tackling him to the bed.

“Was I so mean to you, Joshy?” She feigned a pout, slipping her hand between their bodies to grip his length over his pants. He shivered a little at the contact, having been craving her touch all day long.

“So mean.” He agreed, pulling her hips down against his own trapping her hand in between. “You had me so hard I had to touch myself on the drive home, needed you so bad.” He leaned up to attach his lips to her neck, teasing kisses and nibbles making her shudder as she tightened her grip, squeezing his cock harder through the fabric.

“That’s really fucking hot, Josh. So desperate you couldn’t even wait until you got home.” She connected their lips in a heated kiss, running her tongue across his lower lip prompting him to deepen it.

Finally she pulled away to take a breath, leaning to the side a bit to give herself a better angle to undo his pants, pulling them down his thighs as best she could and letting him kick them off the rest of the way. “Your turn.” He whispered, taking the opportunity to rip her tank top over her head. She knelt on the mattress to unbutton and unzip her shorts, Josh helping her slide them down and off her legs.

One handed, Josh ripped his own shirt off before flipping Caroline on her back and crawling over top of her, peppering kisses where the tops of her breasts were spilling out of her lacy white bra. He brought one hand down to cup her over her thong, the slight pressure pulling a gasp from her lips.

“You’re so wet, baby. Did being a little tease get you all worked up too?” He smirked, pushing the fabric to the side to swipe two fingers through her soaked folds, feeling her practically drenching his hand. She nodded, her hips bucking into his touch.

Josh reached underneath her body to unclasp her bra, gently sliding it from her arms and taking her in for a moment. Cheeks all flushed with arousal, lips slick and kiss-swollen, nipples pebbled aching for his touch.

He swooped down and swirled his tongue over one before fully enveloping it in the wet warmth of his mouth, the suction and gentle graze of his teeth over her flesh drawing out a whine.

“Gotta stay quiet for me, baby. Or do you need your face buried in the pillows already?” He taunted as he pulled her thong down her thighs, taking his bottom lip between his teeth at the sight of her spread out for him.

“Please?” She begged, her big hazel eyes pleading with his.

He stifled a groan, the fucking begging. “Flip over for me.” He rasped, waiting for her to comply. Josh stripped his boxers off while Caroline got situated, biting back another noise at the sight of her on all fours, back arched, looking at him over her shoulder.

He situated himself on his back between her thighs, pulling her hips down to attach his lips to her dripping center. Hearing the beginnings of a whine about to escape, Josh reached one hand up to gently push her head down into the pillows. His other hand dipped down between his own legs, stroking himself gently to alleviate some of the ache. His tongue dragged through her folds, savoring the sweet taste of her arousal on his tongue. Even though her cries were being muffled into the mountain of pillows, they were still some of the prettiest sounds he’d ever heard. She felt his tongue circle her swollen, sensitive clit before sucking it into his mouth, spoiling it as his first two fingers on his free hand circled her entrance. Her muffled moans and pushing her hips back into his hand were all the encouragement he needed, pushing both fingers fully into her. He pumped them in and out with a curling motion, hitting her g-spot with perfect precision while his mouth worked diligently against her clit. In what felt like no time at all he felt her walls beginning to clench around his fingers, not switching up a single thing he led her right off the edge into her first orgasm. He worked her through it, relishing in the soft sounds the pillows didn’t completely silence.

When her body slumped forward into the sheets, Josh slowly removed his fingers, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He stretched his arm across the bed to the bedside table, opening the top drawer to retrieve a condom. Her arm reached out blindly, trying to locate the drawer or possibly point them out but Josh gripped her wrist, gently bringing her arm back to her side.

“Don’t you dare move an inch, Caroline. I remember where they are. Sneaky little girl, hiding them under a magazine…” he warned, ripping the foil open and rolling the latex down his cock tugging it a few times.

At his warning Caroline seemed to find her second wind, fixing her position where she had basically folded on the bed and arching her back, wiggling her hips to encourage him to hurry up.

“Bite down if you need to baby, we can’t wake her up.” He growled, finally pushing into her tight wet heat. He muffled a groan with a bite on her shoulder blade, building up to a steady pace with his hands gripping onto her hips.

Caroline’s moans and whimpers gradually increased in volume prompting him to push her head down into the pillow a bit more, her teeth sinking into it in a desperate attempt to keep quiet. Her hips kept rocking back to meet his thrusts and the tip of his cock hit her cervix with the most delicious painful pleasure. Josh was draped over her back, letting out little grunts into her ear. He bit down on his bottom lip until it almost drew blood, feeling her starting to flutter and clench around his pulsing cock.

One of his hands left her hips to snake around and rub quick circles around her clit, feeling her body start to shake with her impending release.

“Cum for me Caroline,” his whisper was strained in her ear, holding back his own climax until he gets to feel her cumming around him. “God you feel so fucking good, c’mon baby soak my cock.” He gritted through clenched teeth, his words sending her over the edge biting down hard on the pillow as her eyes rolled back. The gush of wetness flooding around him combined with how tight she was squeezing him sent him over the edge, cock twitching wildly as he pumped his release into the condom and his hips came to a stop.

Slowly he pulled out of her and removed the condom, tying it off and throwing it into the trash. He flopped back onto the pillows, pulling Caroline’s body into his where she’d collapsed boneless on the bed. He held her close to his chest, brushing his lips over the top of her head and stroking his fingers up and down her back.

Her eyes were barely open, a blissed out smile on her lips with her face buried in Josh’s chest letting her hand trail over his chest. “Are you— will you stay?” She yawned, voice all dreamy, and he knew she was barely even conscious.

“Yeah, of course I’ll stay.” He whispered, kissing her goodnight and soaking in the feeling of her skin on his.

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The end of the week was nearing, and Josh was feeling it. The kids in his class had been extra rambunctious and his late night escapades had drained his energy. Jake had asked him to go out, but ultimately Josh suggested that he come over and they could chill out on his patio with a cold case of beer.

Josh was already leaning back on his patio chair in the early evening sun when he heard Jake's car door shut in his driveway.

“Already back here!” Josh called over his shoulder.

Jake emerged from the side of his house carrying the case of beer in one hand and a cheap pack of gas station cigars in the other.

“Hey fucker. What's up man, rough week?” Jake asked, sitting down in the lounge chair next to him.

Josh ripped open the cardboard box, plucking a still icy beer and cracking it open. After taking a swig he replies,”Not necessarily rough, just long. The kids are getting rowdy, they're definitely comfortable now. And I think they're acting up because it's actually nice outside and they just want to play,” he took another swig and smirked over his bottle,” I've had some really late nights too, haven't been home much.”

Jake looked over at him, pale grey smoke billowing from between his lips as he took the first drag of his cigar,” Not home? Does this have anything to do with that chick we ran into at that bar?”

“It does.” Josh said, reaching for the pack of cigars and bic lighter.

Jake cocked his head to the side,” Come on now, don't make me pry it out if yah.”

Josh just shook his head, the grin never leaving his lips. “So, are you two like… a thing now?”

“No, not a thing.” He lit his own cigar, taking a puff, “We’ve just hooked up a few times. Nothing serious.” He explained, voice coming out a little thick from the smoke being exhaled while he spoke.

Jake took a couple sips of his own drink, meeting Josh’s eyes with a skeptical look on his face. “You? A booty call?” His eyes sparkled as a smirk formed on his face, ready to make all the jokes he could at his brother’s expense.

“Yes, asshole, a booty call. If you must word it like that.” Josh scoffed, rolling his eyes. He chugged the remainder of his beer before opening a fresh one.

“You? Mr. Relationship? What happened, was that her idea?”

“No, actually it was mine.” Josh’s voice got quieter, knowing he wouldn’t get away with not explaining further.

“Gonna need a bit more than that.” Jake laughed, playfully shoving his shoulder.

“It was my idea not to be anything serious because she’s one of my student’s moms.” Josh rushed out in one long breath, watching his brother’s eyes widen in amused surprise.

“One of your student’s moms?! Damn, that’s not what I was expecting. Wouldn’t have pegged you for the one to go after a MILF.” Jake tossed his head back laughing loudly.

Josh smacked him on the chest, glaring at him daring him to say something else.

“Okay, okay. Can’t say I blame you, she was pretty hot.”

Josh jabbed him in the ribs, “Shut the fuck up.” he tried to sound angry still but couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer. “I’m not gonna give you any details or anything, but the sex is fucking phenomenal.” He smirked.

“You’re not gonna tell me anything? You’re a fuckin’ tease, man, she like that about you?”

Josh giggles, taking a puff of his dwindling cigar,” She's the tease if anything.”

Jake's face fell,” Dude come on! Please?! I told you all the details of my one night stand last weekend. Throw me a bone!”

Josh threw his head back and laughed,” Alright, I'll give you one detail-”

Jake's jaw dropped,” Only one?!”

“Yes, only one. I like her Jake, I wanna keep seeing her”

Jake smiled, his twin was totally smitten.

“The first time we slept together she threw a strip of condoms at me, telling me, not asking, that we're gonna go multiple rounds.”

Jake chuckles,” That's hot man. Definitely a MILF.”

“Bro, shut the fuck up!”

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His brain was hazy with that post orgasm bliss as he laid in her fluffy soft comforter, Caroline's head resting on his chest. Her head subtly bobbing up and down with each of his inhales and exhales, his fingers tracing shapes on her back. They were so comfortable, sleep was calling to them. Her fingers softly scratching in the subtle dusting of hair on his tummy, quietly she breathed,” Joshy?”

“Yes baby?”

“Is school done yet?” Her bottom lip jutted out, the side of her face still pressed to his chest.

Josh sighed,”Trust me Caroline, I'm counting down the days.”

“I know you are. I am too.” She let out a soft sigh, pressing a kiss to his chest where her head rested. “How many days is that, again?”

“Trust me, I want to take you on a real date so badly, Caroline. I want to be able to get a cup of coffee with you, or go on walks in the park together. I want to be more than a hook-up. I want to do this for real.”

She heard the sadness in his tone, leaning up to kiss him with her hands gently cupping his cheeks, “I do too, Joshy. Soon.”

“You’re right, baby. Soon.”

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Josh looked around his classroom, taking in the mostly bare walls and various belongings in boxes around the room. It was finally the last day of school and it had been an insane year, but also definitely his favorite of his whole career because it brought Caroline to him. He helped the kids get packed up and with the time left over he stood up in the front of the room and went around asking each of his students their favorite part of the year and what they were looking forward to over the summer.

Dismissal time was a little bittersweet, he was sad to see his kids go and he knew he’d miss them a great deal, he never forgot his past classes. But his mind was also buzzing with all the possibilities- now that he wouldn’t be Martine’s teacher anymore, it was like the whole world opened up. He didn’t have to be Mr. Kiszka to Martine anymore, he could just be Josh and they could play in the park. He could take Caroline to the movies or out to dinner, and not have to worry about being caught in the middle of the night.

All the kids lined up by the classroom door with their backpacks on, Josh gave a few goodbye hugs to the students that asked for them, he knew this wasn’t easy for them either. Martine was the last to be picked up yet again, but this time he knew it was intentional.

When Caroline walked through the door, glowing in her sundress she offered a shy smile and he just shook his head, pulling her in for a hug which Martine happily joined in on. The little girl was chattering excitedly, telling them all about how much fun she had this year and how excited she was to be a big first grader now.

When her rambling paused for a minute, Caroline turned to meet Josh’s gaze with a smirk turning up her lips, “So… she’s out of your class now…”

“You’re right, she is.” He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face if he tried. “Would you do me the honor of joining me for dinner tomorrow night? A first, official, date?” He lowered his voice to a whisper, “I’ll take you somewhere much nicer than that old dive bar.”

She placed her hands on his chest, “Oh, but we ended up having so much fun there.” She giggled, one hand coming up to stroke his cheek. “I would absolutely love to go on a date with you, Josh.”

He crashed their lips together, pouring out all the pent up emotion he’d felt for her with no appropriate outlet into the embrace. “Thank god.” He laughed, scooping Martine up into his arms to carry her out to the car for her mom.

“Mommy! Can we go get ice cream? I was pretty good this year!” Martine bargained while in Josh's grasp.

Caroline laughed,” Sure baby, we can get some ice cream.”

Josh gently set her down on her feet in front of Caroline's car. Caroline got her strapped in and situated in the back seat, closing the door she turned to Josh,” You can come with us, if you want.”

He smiled,” I'd love to, but I have some more things to wrap up before I leave. You girls go have fun, I'll see you tomorrow night.”

She giggles rounding the front of her car,” Unless I text you to come over tonight.”

Now it was Josh's turn to laugh,” Patience baby, patience. I'll see you for our date.”

He waved goodbye before turning on his heel heading back into his classroom to finish up for summer break.

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A few weeks passed, the warmth of the summer months welcoming and harboring their blooming love. Caroline wasn't ready for Martine to regularly see Josh in her home, which he understood and always set an alarm early in the morning so he could slip out without her little girl knowing any different. This morning however their evening activities had caught up with him, he was exhausted, between staying up in the early morning hours and the physical exertion she demanded from him. His alarm blared on his phone and his eyes fluttered open, 6 am feeling entirely too early,he hit the snooze button. After repeatedly hitting the snooze alarm Caroline stirred away, softly she cooed,” Josh, honey. You've gotta get up, it's almost 7.”

His eyes fluttered open, meeting hers for a moment before he slipped back into dreamland.

She sighed, softly stroking the fuzzy hairs of his eyebrows,” Oh baby… Such a tired boy.”

She tried a few moments later to wake him up one more time to no avail. Accepting the situation, she mentally prepared herself for Josh and Martine inevitably meeting this morning. Quietly she climbed out of bed, letting him sleep in. She closed her bedroom door and padded out to the kitchen and started making a pot of coffee. Not long after she heard little feet heading her way along with some not so quiet giggles. Turning she laid her eyes on her beautiful Martine, her blonde curls frizzy waving around like a halo atop her head. Her pant leg askew and her spaghetti strap slipping off her shoulder, her little girl slept hard. Smiling Caroline knelt down and fixed her baby's pajamas, smoothing out her hair with her palm. She got her little girl a glass of orange juice and carried it over to the table along with her mug of coffee. Climbing up in the chair next to her they drank their morning beverages, a morning ritual they had.

“Sweetie, Mommy has something to tell you okay?”

“Okay Mommy.” She said, taking a sip of her juice, a small orange dribble running down the corner of her mouth.

“So, I want you to know that Mr. Kiszka is here.”

Martine's eyes lit up in excitement, he was currently her favorite person in the world.

“He's going to come out of Mommy's room when he wakes up, and he's going to be in his pajamas okay.”

She nods her head, eager to see him.

“I know you really like him baby, and I do too.” Caroline took a deep breath,” I think we should start calling him Josh instead of Mr. Kiszka.”

“Okay!”

A few moments later she heard her bedroom door open and close and a disheveled boy came wandering towards the kitchen. Before Caroline could greet him Martine opened her mouth gleefully shouting,” Good morning Josh!”

Josh beamed looking at Martine before looking at her mom who was smiling back at him.

“Good morning my girls!”

Fin...

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Rollin' and Tumblin' Chapter 4

Rollin’ and Tumblin’ Chapter 4

Masterpost

Pairing: Jake Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: You’ve lived a sheltered and privileged life, only learning what it truly means to live and love after meeting Jake, a young man of unusual western sorts who was hired to work on your father’s farm.

Warnings: Injury (deep ax cut with blood), house fire, death of parents, death of siblings.

Word Count: 3.5k

Chapter 4

As the summer rolled on, your time with Jake did as well. Sundays became your sneak away days. There was no work to be done on Sundays but Jake still came to the farm. Every Sunday at noon, right after lunch, you’d meet him behind the barn and as long as you were back before dinner and relatively clean, no one would suspect a thing.

The only person who knew was Katherine, your lady’s maid. She had known about Jake since the very beginning and she was trustworthy. Through the years, she had kept all your secrets. After all, you’d known her since you were an infant. She was more of a friend rather than a lady’s maid. She was always prepared with a lie to be told if anyone asked for your whereabouts.

In just a few short weeks of spending time with Jake, you’d grown to truly care for him in ways you didn’t even know were possible. You did a lot of things together. He taught you how to fish, how to throw a baseball, and not to mention, he taught you how to make him feel good in certain ways, to say the least.

But despite all that, your favorite thing was reading to him. You would sit down at the base of the hillside and he would lay his head on your lap and close his eyes while you read him books and combed your fingers through his hair. He loved to be read stories. He said it reminded him of his mother who he missed a lot.

After bidding Jake goodbye on Sunday afternoons, you’d watch him work each weekday and count down the days until you could see him again.

This week, the day came sooner than expected.

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon in late August. The weather was just starting to cool down and it was the perfect day for an outdoor lunch. Your mother’s friends and their daughters all came to your home for sandwiches and lemonade in the backyard.

The daughters were all girls you grew up with, some a bit younger than you and some of them your age and married with children who stayed home with nannies.

The group of you talked and sipped lemonade on the porch while everyone around you was working.

Housemaids served food to the tables of women in the shade while farm hands, Jake included, hauled and cut wood to build a fence over by the barn in the sun.

“What are you looking at, Claire?” you asked one of the girls at the table, as she peeked over the rim of her glass in the direction of the men.

Claire was younger, eighteen years old, and set to be married to the heir of a successful steel milling company in just a few months. She was silly and outgoing. She waved to the men and giggled, causing every girl at the table to turn their heads towards the barn to see who she was waving at.

Standing next to Jake was a man you'd never seen before. He was a taller, skinnier man, with brown hair falling down past his shoulders just like Jake’s except slightly darker and his was tied up into two messy braids. He was wearing denim head to toe and had on a dirty brown hat which he tipped at Claire in response to her wave.

“The tall one is rather cute,” Claire said dreamily.

The girls at the table giggled quietly as they continued staring at them while they worked.

“Yes, but the shorter one is handsome,” another one of your friends, Margaret, chimed in with her eyes set on Jake.

“Look at his legs in those pants,” she said as she stared at him, “I wonder what he looks like wi-”

“Margaret, be a lady! We’re having lunch!” Claire interrupted with a slight laugh in her voice.

The girls at the table giggled and whispered at Margaret’s unfinished comment and Claire’s sudden stop of it.

You let out a few fake laughs to join in with the group. Though Margaret didn’t get to finish her sentence, you knew what the rest of it was going to be and you knew the answer to it. You knew what Jake looked like without pants on. He looked good. Better than any of them could imagine.

But you sat in silence, holding your tongue and pretending not to be interested in any of the men back there, but especially Jake.

It took all you had not to gush over them and spill your secrets to the rest of the girls at the table. Part of you wished you could but the other part of you felt satisfied knowing you had what they wanted, regardless if anyone knew about it or not.

Eventually, the conversation transitioned onto something other than the men, which you were thankful for, and the afternoon carried on.

However it wasn’t long until the sound of Jake’s voice along with a thud of an ax hitting the ground broke through the air, causing your head to whip back around.

“Jesus! Fuck!” he called out as a pool of blood gushed out of his left hand, covered his palm, and dripped along his fingers.

The older women at the table gave him looks of disgust because of his language and continued on with their lunch, not paying him an ounce of attention- not even caring that he’d been hurt.

At the sight of him in pain, you felt your heart drop. You sat up in your chair for a better look. It took everything in you not to get up and run over to him to see if he was alright. You had to remind yourself to stay where you were and keep your thoughts in your head so as to not give yourself away.

Splatters of burgundy littered Jake’s shirt and he pressed a piece of blood soaked fabric tight over his palm.

As your father and Jake approached the back porch, you redirected your attention to your meal and tried your best not to look at Jake.

Your father snapped his fingers at Katherine and she stood up to speak to him. Katherine was a war nurse before becoming your lady’s maid. She knew everything from cleaning and healing wounds to getting blood out of clothing. If anyone could help in this situation, it was her.

He spoke quietly to her and before you knew it, she had gone into your house with Jake following behind her.

After excusing yourself from lunch, you entered your house to find Katherine in the first floor bathroom pulling a small first aid tin out of a vanity cabinet while Jake sat on the edge of the tub with his eyes on his hand.

You cleared your throat and Jake looked up at you and smiled.

“I’ll be done in just a moment, He needs-” Katherine began, not bothering to look up at you in the doorway.

“I can help him,” you said quietly, interrupting her.

At the familiar sound of your voice, she turned around from what she was doing to meet your eyes and smiled.

Quickly, she ran over to you and pulled you into the bathroom.

“Oh Miss, the sight of blood made you a bit nauseous, didn’t it?” she spoke loudly out the bathroom door, letting her voice carry down the hallway and towards the kitchen, “Please, head upstairs to get some rest,” she said, peering out into the hall to check for anyone listening or watching.

She flashed you both a smile of satisfaction before closing the bathroom door and leaving the two of you alone in your house for the first time ever.

Jake shook his head and let out a laugh through his nose, ‘That’s Katherine, isn’t it?” he asked.

Nodding wordlessly at him, you approached the spot Katherine was once standing in and opened the first aid kit.

“You know what you’re doin’, Darlin’?” he asked cautiously.

“Mhm,” you said as you placed the kit down on the edge of the sink and grabbed it as it began teetering off the edge.

Jake placed his right hand on top of yours. There was dried blood from his other hand on the top of it as well as in the beds of fingernails.

“My house ain’t more than a mile away. If you want to head there with me to do this properly,” he suggested.

His idea was probably best. You didn’t have any chairs to sit at or a table to work on in the bathroom and you couldn’t go to any other part of your house to do this without getting caught. Besides, extra alone time with Jake away from your house didn’t sound too bad either.

You made sure his hand was wrapped up to slow the bleeding and snuck him out the front door with ease.

He led you through a wooded area towards his home and within minutes, you approached a clearing in the woods with a small log cabin in the middle of it. It couldn’t have been more than two rooms wide. It had a brick chimney and a few steps which lead to a covered porch where you spotted a dark brown dog laying down by the door.

“It’s not much, but it's home,” he said smiling as you stood in front of the steps.

The dog sat up and barked at the sight of Jake.

You stayed put in fear as Jake knelt down on his knees to pet it.

“Hey girl,” he said softly to her as he rubbed her head with his good hand.

“This is Rose,” he explained, “She’s my brother Sammy’s. She’s sweet, she ain’t gonna hurtcha,’” he assured you.

You walked up the steps hesitantly and extended a hand to her as you stood behind Jake. She sniffed it a bit before licking it gently. You laughed as her tongue tickled your skin.

“You like my lady, Rose?” he said softly to her as if she would answer back.

He smiled at you, “I think she likes you,” he said before looking back down at her, “Well Rose, you’re a good judge of character,” he said as he gave her a final pat and stood up again.

He opened the front door and led the way inside to the tiny cabin.

Inside there was a wooden dining table with two chairs, two beds covered with quilted blankets, and fireplace with logs set next to it.

Jake was right. It wasn’t much. But despite it not being much, it was everything at the same time. It was warm and inviting unlike your house which was stiff, cold, and uncomfortable.

You sat down at a wooden table across from him and placed the kit down as he held out his wounded hand to you.

Slowly, you unwrapped the blood soaked fabric and he winced as you peeled it off his hand to reveal a deep slice in his palm that went from the bottom of his thumb up to his pinky finger. The bleeding had stopped for the most part but you could still see fresh blood as well as dirt and clumps of dried blood in and around the wound.

After getting a good look at it, you dug into the kit, pulling out a few bottles of solutions, scissors, and bandages.

Jake watched you as you read the labels on each bottle and set the correct ones aside.

You picked up a bottle of antiseptic and poured some out onto a clean cloth.

“It’s going to sting, okay?” you warned him as you brought the damp cloth closer to his hand.

He closed his eyes tight and nodded in anticipation.

With your free hand, you gently ran your fingertips up and down his forearm to calm him before pressing down on his wound with the wet cloth.

He hissed as the solution soaked deep into his raw, broken skin.

“Sorry,” you whispered as he breathed hard and bit down on his bottom lip.

You released the cloth from his wound and blew cool air onto it, watching his face relax and his eyes open once more as the pain faded.

After gently but thoroughly cleaning his cut, you cleaned the excess blood off his hands, applied a healing ointment and bandaged him up properly.

“How’d you learn how to do all that?” he asked as you carefully secured the bandage.

“Katherine was a war nurse. She used to tell stories of how she helped wounded soldiers. And anytime I’d gotten hurt as a child, she helped me. So I suppose I learned from her,” you explained.

And for the first time ever, you felt accomplished. You felt like you were worth something- like you could do things that mattered. You weren’t just a trophy for a man to have on his arm at parties. In that moment, you realized there was a lot that you knew how to do and it was because of Jake that you were able to do all these things. Because of him you could ride a horse, swim, throw a baseball, fish, and play card games. All things you’d never been able to do before. You felt good about yourself for the first time in a long time.

You replayed the times you spent together in your head before asking him the question you’ve always wanted to ask.

“Now,” you began, running your hands over the bandage on his hand gently, “I’ve told you all about me and my life. I want to hear about yours.”

Jake sighed. He had avoided talking about himself for as long as you’ve known him, only sharing a few tidbits here and there.

“Tell me,” you began, looking around the house and spotting two of everything, "It’s just you and Sammy?”

“Mhm, just me and Sammy,”

“And your parents? Certainly you have parents. You’ve told me about your mother a bit,” you said, prompting him to add to the conversation. After all, you’d only heard about his mother briefly.

He nodded, “I had a momma and a daddy. When I was little we had this house on a big plain in Texas,” he smiled to himself before his expression faded and he paused.

He looked down for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and continued, “But, when I was ten, there, uh, there was a fire. The whole house- up in flames. We got out of it, me and Sammy. We were the only ones. Lost my brother Joshua and my sister Veronica too,” he shook his head, “Last thing I heard was my momma callin’ out for ‘em. And, then the roof fell. I remember standin’ there with Sammy, watchin’ it burn,” he spoke softly with his eyes fixated on the fire burning in the fireplace just a few feet from him.

He closed his eyes and blinked a few times, moving his gaze back down to the table in front of him.

“Sammy cried. But I didn’t. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. I had to be strong for him. Sammy hardly remembers ‘em now he says. I guess he’s lucky in that way. I remember it all like it was yesterday.”

His voice cracked just a little as he spoke and he fought back tears before regaining his composure and continuing.

“But when it was over, and there was nothin’ left, we walked. I walked with Sam all the way from Texas to Tennessee, beggin’ for money and food along the way, hearin’ people talk about a city called Nashville. So we headed for it. Took a while. The winters were brutal and the summers were like a kiss from the Devil himself. But eventually, I got a little older, stopped begging and started picking up jobs, workin’ here and there to get a little money. Lived in Louisiana for a little, then eventually moved up to Mississippi, and then we ended up here. Learned how to tend land, take care of cattle, ya know- farm stuff. Sam would play with the rich school kids while I was workin’. They taught him how to read and write- Sammy’s smart. He’s good at buildin’ too- helped me build this here house we’re sittin’ in right now and he's helping me build that fence on your daddy's farm. Don’t know what I would’ve done if I didn’t have him. He’s the only family I got. Ya know, you say you hate your family, but, you don’t know just how good you have it.”

It was silent for a minute. Jake kept his head down. You could tell he was thinking deeply.

“Jake, I’m sorry,” you whispered, reaching a hand out to cup his face. You didn’t know what else to say. There really was nothing you could say. You felt guilty. He had lived a hard life while you were given everything and still you were unappreciative. And even though there was pain deep in his heart, he was still the kindest, most loving person you’d ever met.

“S’alright,” he whispered, “Got ‘em in here,” he said as he placed his good hand on top of his chest, where his heart was.

He stood up, leaving you at the table as he walked over to his bed.

He pulled off his blood stained shirt and put on a clean one.

“But your parents,” he began as he threw his dirty shirt in a tin bucket, “They set you up to marry somebody and you don’t even like ‘em? Is that how they met too?”

“Unfortunately, yes. That’s how the world works, Jake,” you said as you began cleaning up the first aid kit and bloody fabric.

Now in a fresh shirt, he walked over to you and placed the bucket on the table and his good hand on the arm of the chair you were in, leaning forward and closing you in between him and the table.

“That’s not how the world works,” he said, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Alright then, how does the world work?” you asked, looking up at him like you were presenting him with a challenge.

“Well,” he began, “I don't know much about the whole world, but in my world, you meet somebody on your own, get to know ‘em a little, and then without realizing it, you come to find yourself…” his voice trailed off and picked up in a whisper, “falling in love with ‘em.”

He swallowed hard and you did the same. His eyes darted all over your face as he breathed softly through parted lips.

You both knew how you felt. It was just as Jake said. You were falling in love with one another. Better yet, already had fallen in love with each other.

“You ever been in love before, Jacob?” you asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

Jake opened his mouth to speak but the sudden sounds of Rosie barking outside and the opening of the front door made both your heads turn quickly to see the tall, skinny man with the braids standing in the doorway, looking surprised.

Sammy.

Quickly, you both stood up and you picked up the tin bucket to hand it to Jake.

“Just, um, let it soak in cold water for a day or two and then wash it well with soap,” you instructed him, trying to cover up how flustered you were feeling.

“I will,” Jake replied shyly before introducing you to Sammy who seemed to know exactly who you were.

Sammy was sweet as could be and a lot less serious than Jake. He had the same subtle twang in his voice as Jake but his voice was a little louder, and sounded just a bit more youthful too, playful even. But just like Jake, he was a gentleman.

They exchanged looks and Sammy quickly saw himself out the front door to give the two of you privacy.

“I suppose I better head home,” you said quietly once Sammy closed the door behind him.

“You know your way back? I would take you but I don’t want to cause you any trouble,” Jake replied, remembering what happened the last time he took you home.

Replying with a smile and a nod, you lifted your chin to kiss him.

He placed his lips on yours and gave you a gentle kiss. There was something about this kiss that was different from all the others. It was softer and sweeter than ever. It was almost as if it had love laced in it.

“Goodnight, Darlin.’ I’ll see ya tomorrow,” Jake whispered as he kissed the top of your head and opened the front door for you.

As you walked down the steps of the front porch, the sound of Sam’s sweet voice caught your attention.

You turned to see him sitting in a wooden rocking chair with Rosie at his feet.

“Take Rose with ya. She’ll keep you safe and she knows her way back,” he said as he lit up a pipe with a match.

You looked back at Jake who was leaning on the doorframe, smiling softly and nodding approvingly.

Sam lifted his chin to Rose and said “Get!”

Instantly, she got up and trotted down the stairs before you.

As the sun set, you walked home with Rose by your side. When you arrived back at your house, you gave her a kiss on the top of her head and sent her away and back home to Jake.

Author's Note: Again, sorry for the delay! I hope you enjoyed it and that little taste of cowboy Sammy! The next (and last) chapter will come sooner rather than later!

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