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losfacedevil · 3 months ago

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Magic Potions // FM!SFK

a/n~ This newest installment of my market realm will speak about grief and the loss of a parent so please do not read if you don’t feel comfortable to do so!

As the air become cooler, and days became shorter, Sam knew that a shift in her bubbly mood was imminent. He wasn’t sure when the fall time blues would hit but he knew that he would have to be prepared for anything.

Day by day the pep in her step diminished and her excitement over helping him make his jams and watching Danny harvest honey slowly disappeared, leaving what Sam would call his melancholy love in its wake. But he knew one thing that always put a smile on her face and awakened her inner child, something she’d never say no to; no matter how down she felt.

He knew where to find her, laying bundled in the hammock, a big crocheted cardigan swallowing her tiny body whole as she read the latest book that caught her eye. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he placed two ceramic cauldrons and two small cups down on the cement slab they called their patio. He made quick work of collecting dry leaves and dandelions from around the yard and placed them gently next to their workspace.

“Hey, whatcha reading?” Sam kept his voice steady, not knowing if a change in his tone would trigger her fight or flight, or if there were any tears on the horizon he may have to dry. She lifted a hand, holding her finger up to silence him briefly and her eyes continued to dance across the page she was reading.

“One should never interrupt someone who’s in the middle of a page, kind sir.” She spoke quietly and tucked her make-shift bookmark between the pages to hold her spot. Sam couldn’t help the giggle that slipped past his lips as he held his hands up in surrender, not wanting to actually disturb her. But the soft smile that spread across Sophia’s face gave him the permission he needed.

“I apologize profusely for being so disrupted madame! But what say, I have a way to make this up to you? Hmm?” He raised a brow and held his hand out to help her up and out of the hammock that still swallowed her whole. Tilting her head from side to side and lifting her hand up to stroke her fingers against her chin, she put on a bit of a show for him as she came to her decision.

“I say, that all depends on what you have planned, your majesty!” She giggled, a sound Sam couldn’t get enough of, and extended her hand to his wrapping her fingers tightly around his palm and he gently hoisted her up from where she lay.

“Come with me and you’ll see.” His voice had a child like and whimsical tone about it, causing the smile on her face to spread even wider but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. He knew by the look in her eyes that he had disturbed her more than he had planned.

Sophia walked as slowly as she could and tucked her book safely under her arm, hoping that whatever he was tugging her to would allow for her to just let herself get lost back into the world of Practical Magic. Her eyes landed on the set up he had placed haphazardly across the patio and quirked a brow, suddenly interested in what he had up his sleeve.

“What is all this?” She mused and let go of Sam’s hand, bending at the knee to perch herself gently on the edge of the patio. Her gaze danced over the bits he had collected, all things she had once told him her mom would collect so she could make a potion along with her favorite characters in her favorite movie.

“There are some things that I know for certain. Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder, keep Rosemary by your garden gate, plant lavender for luck and fall in love whenever you can.” Sam quoted the movie perfectly as he sat down and pushed the dark purple ceramic cauldron in her direction.

Tears prickled Sophia’s eyes as she observed everything surrounding her and placed her book down where it would be a safe distance away from what she knew would soon be a pair of bubbling cauldrons. She swallowed the emotion that rose in her throat at the memory of her childhood that played in her mind.

“Wait! You even found real sprigs of lavender?” Her voice held a tone of awe as she reached over and scooped up a few, slowly letting them drop into her cauldron one by one. Sam smiled proudly and pushed a small basket she hadn’t noticed sitting by the door towards her. In it sat fresh Rosemary as well as a trial sized bottle of cinnamon.

“You can find just about anything at the market this time of year! Especially fresh herbs and such.” Sam chuckled, proud of himself for remembering something as simple as fresh lavender and putting that smile he loved on her face.

“Sammy…” She finally met his eyes, the tears she fought against so hard welling up in her eyes. Leaning forward he plucked a few dry leaves out of the wicker basket and began to crumple them up, letting the small pieces fall into his cauldron.

“Sometimes you have to awaken your inner child and let her have some fun.” He kept his voice light and airy and reached out, placing the remaining leaves into her hand.

“My mom… as soon as it would start to get chilly and smelled of fall she would make sure there was always a potion making station prepped and in the shed. I spent so many afternoons outside collecting things from the yard to make the newest potion I had thought up. She even made a silly book of ‘spells’ that we would recite as the cauldrons bubbled away. They never made any sense but man would they make us giggle.”

Sam watched on as Sophia slowly began to put together her potion, her body clearly on autopilot as she spoke so lovingly of her mother. This was a side of her he didn’t often see and fully encouraged when he did, wanting nothing more than to learn of the woman she longed to hug once more.

“The dandelions were always her favorite touch. But you had to add a handful of grass so they weren’t lonely among the lavender and rosemary. And look! If you sprinkle just the tiniest bit of this into the baking soda it’ll smell of fall rather than science.” She giggled and leaned forward, reaching for the tiny bottle of cinnamon. Sam knew exactly what she meant and set to work taking the cap off and opened the seal before handing it off to her.

Sophia quickly made her mixture of cinnamon and baking soda and leaned forward, sprinkling just enough into both cauldrons to create the reaction with the vinegar. Sam reached out and wrapped a hand gently around her wrist, causing her to finally meet his gaze for the first time since they sat down. Letting his hand slide down to hers he wrapped his fingers around hers and pulled her hand upwards to press a soft kiss against her knuckles.

He knew this time of year was hard on her, the wounds that never fully healed beginning to reopen once more. Sophia knew what he was onto and a genuine smile spread across her face, the need for him to know she fully appreciated his gesture at the forefront of her mind.

“And then… we’d say some silly incantation like…double double toil and trouble, this makes zero sense but watch it bubble!” She giggled and leaned forwards, wrapping her hand gently around the cup of vinegar. Sam couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he watched her pour the smallest amount of vinegar into each cauldron and watched it bubble up. Soft giggles emanated from her chest as she watched the cauldrons bubble over and the soft scent of cinnamon wafted into their noses.

“You’re right, it doesn’t smell like science, does it?” Sam cooed and dipped a stick into his cauldron, using it to mix around the potion. Sophia couldn’t help the giggles that escaped her as she watched Sams cauldron bubble over a little more.

“Mama always said stirring it made the fizzing last longer and would stir hers forever as I was on my second or third potion. And she’d make up the silliest stories to go along with whatever potions we were making. I miss her..” Sophia trailed off and pushed the cauldrons aside, clearing the distance between she and Sam.

He knew her well enough to know what she needed and reached his arms out in her direction. Sophia’s bottom lip jutted out in a pout and she crawled towards him, perching herself in his lap and let her body meld into his. He reached up and ran a hand gently though her hair, something he knew soothed her.

“I really needed this, thank you.” She kept her voice but a whisper and fought back the sobs that threatened to escape her. A soft smile spread across Sam’s face as an idea popped into his head he didn’t think she could turn down.

“What say we do it again next week? Only this time we can actually plan for it, hm?” Sophia lifted her head from where it lay nestled in the crook of his neck and her eyes widened at the thought.

“Really? You’d make potions with me again?” He couldn’t help the laugh that slipped past his lips and he nodded, fully on board with the idea of making a mess of the patio just to hear that laugh and see her smile.

“We have to keep the tradition alive! Of course I’d make potions with you again.” He chuckled, knowing just how healing this was for her. Tears began to cascade down Sophia’s cheeks as her reserve broke and she finally let herself feel the emotions she had been repressing all week. Sam reached up and cupped her cheeks in his hands, using his thumbs to catch the tears that still fell.

“Keeping her tradition alive is something I never thought I could ask for.” She mumbled and pressed a soft kiss of thanks to Sam’s cheek.

“You can ask for anything your heart desires, Lovebug. But right now we need to clean this mess before Danny has our heads.” Sam chuckled and nodded to the patio that now needed a good rinsing. Sophia couldn’t help the belly laugh that escaped her as she nodded and slowly began to collect the random bits that had fallen from the basket.

“Yes, let’s do that. Wouldn’t want to upset his highness now would we?” She giggled and climbed off of Sams lap, tucking her book safely back under her arm and gathered up both cauldrons to dump and rinse out for their next adventure.

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readyforthegarden · 1 year ago

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Silver Springs

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Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Original Female Character

18+ only, Minors DNI

Synopsis: The year was 1976, the season was summer. The days were hot and the nights were hotter. Music was the best it had ever been, especially rock music. Sam Kiszka has been riding the high of being in one of the top bands on the scene, but when his bands tour is accompanied by another up-and-coming band, with a lead singer that gets on his very last nerve, will everything come crashing down or will they end up making music that changes the world?

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seenoversundown · 6 months ago

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Amongst The Stars Masterpost

Josh Kiszka x Quinn (Non-Binary OC) New chapters on Mondays!

Love At First Sight | Secret Dating | Friends to Lovers

Summary: Josh has always loved love, and he's finally found it. Buuuut, he can't exactly tell anyone. Join him as he navigates the ins and outs of his sweet, secret romance.

*This is an AU Series*

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(Warnings will be updated along with the series)

Word Count: 27.3k

Chapters:

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25

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Chiaroscuro ⁂ - Josh x Quinn (Enby OC) attend a local film festival where Josh gets to present a short film he's directed. (Fall One Shot)

Merry Everything & A Happy Always ⁂ - Josh x Quinn (Enby OC) have always had the tradition of baking cookies together, but Josh sets up a scavenger hunt for Quinn to bake some this time for a very special reason. (Winter One Shot)

Satiate ☠ - Josh x Quinn (Enby OC) - Quinn is sweet enough to make breakfast in bed, but also has a devious little plan for their favorite person. (Valentine's Day One Shot)

Sultry ⁂ - Josh x Quinn (Enby OC) - It's family lake day and Quinn spends the day watching Josh play with Iris and wondering how soon they could start their future. (Summer One Shot)

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stardustndreamsofsilver · 6 months ago

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Inferum

Teaser

Jake x OC (f)

Quocumque ingrederis sequitur mors corporis umbra.

Dark halls lined with bones, damp cool air stagnant and stale. The unending darkness creeps closer still. Will we ever see the light of day again?

Coming Soon

Edit: Inferum Prologue is out now!

Warnings: illegal activities, occult practices, supernatural occurrences, mild language, etc

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readyforthegarden · 1 year ago

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Silver Springs - Part One

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Original Female Character

Warnings: Mentions of drug use, misogyny typical of the 1970s, 18+ only, Minors DNI

WC: 2712

🎶 🎶 🎶

“What is it like, being on top?” Sam smirked at the question, dragging his hand across his forehead in the hot sun as sweat beaded against his tanned skin. He held back a laugh at the obvious innuendo, leaning against the warm brick of the building.

“It’s a crazy feeling,” Sam answered the interviewer, who was holding a microphone out to him with a slightly shaking hand. “I never thought in a million years our music would reach so many people. We’re just some kids from the suburbs of Michigan, so to be at this level is insane.”

“You’re turning into hometown heroes, really.” the interviewer replied, chuckling at his moniker. “Record sales are at an all time high, you’re at the top of the charts, do you have any advice for any kids back home in their garages, trying to be the next Greta Van Fleet?”

“Yeah, don’t try to be the next Greta Van Fleet.” Sam grinned. “Be yourselves, write what speaks to you, play what sounds good to you. As long as you’re yourself you’ll go far.” They wrapped up the interview and Sam parted from the young man, starting his journey back to his bus across the parking lot. He pulled a cigarette out of the pack in the front pocket of his half buttoned shirt, slipping a lighter from his jeans pocket and lighting it.

“Hey, you’re Sam Kiszka, right?” Sam squinted in the sun, turning and seeing a young woman walking fast to catch up to his long stride.

“I am.” he replied. “If you want an autograph, I’m afraid I don’t have a pen. If you wanna shag, there’s a line forming over on the other side of the venue.”

“I don’t want either of those things, thank you though.” the girl scoffed lightly, slowing down now that she was beside him. “I’m actually a musician, a singer-songwriter, and I was wondering if you’d look over a few of my songs? I really dig the music you make, and it’d mean a lot.” Sam stopped with a sigh, turning to the girl. Her light, sandy brown hair was frizzed from the humidity, unkempt waves looking like she slept with her hair wet and the window open while tossing and turning.

Her wide hazel eyes blinked up at him, and Sam glanced down, seeing her clutching a worn, tattered journal in her hands. She wore overalls with patches on the wide legged knees. They hung loosely on her and were faded, the t-shirt underneath short and snug to her body, making them clear signs of hand-me-downs or thrift finds.

“I guess,” Sam sighed, holding out his hand. The girl opened the book in her hands, flipping through the pages before handing it over to Sam. The page Sam looked down on was scribbled all over, words etched out, messy writing across the lines. A few spots were discolored, spots where maybe some water, possibly even tears had spilled over. His eyes scanned the lyrics, keeping a blank face as the young woman bit her lip nervously, ruffling her hair, a smattering of bracelets clattering along her wrist and forearm as she moved.

Sam flipped through a few more pages before snapping the book shut, looking over to her. He thought carefully about what he wanted to say. The words she had written were good, and he couldn’t help the artistic jealousy that bubbled up in his chest that he never thought of stringing them together himself.

“What’s your name, kid?”

“Brandy.” she responded. “Brandy Lawson.”

“Well, Brandy Lawson,” Sam held up the book in front of him. “I wouldn’t quit your day job. You’ve got some potential, but nothing big in here. No one wants to hear a woman whining about her broken heart.” he watched Brandy’s eyes dim, her cheeks turning pink as she rolled her shoulders back against the blow to her ego.

“I appreciate the honesty.” Brandy reached out, taking her book back from Sam. “Really, thank you.” Sam felt a small twist in his gut, guilt setting in at crushing the girls’ dreams. He ran a hand through his brown, shoulder length hair with a sigh.

“Listen, it’s nothing personal,” he shrugged. He wanted to continue but couldn’t find decent enough words to tell her he thought her words were shit.

“No, no it’s not.” Brandy shook her head, clutching the journal to her chest again, a new spark in her eyes. “Thank you for your opinion, Mr. Kiszka. Have a good show.” she began to move away and Sam reached out, placing a large hand on her shoulder.

“Do you want an autograph or something?” he offered, trying to take the edge off the conversation. Brandy turned, smiling at him with a shake of her head.

“No. But you’ll be wanting mine one day.” she replied, so self-assured Sam was taken aback by the confidence. “See you around, Kiszka.”

Sam watched her walk away across the venue parking lot, the heels of her boots thunking against the pavement. She propelled herself with enough force the wind blew her hair back around her as she went. Something in him felt an inkling of admiration and a pang of annoyance at her sudden conviction.

“Hey, you coming to sound check?” Sam looked to his left, seeing his brother Jake ushering flagging him down. He and the rest of the band were heading inside the venue now. Sam nodded, jogging over to him. “What kept you so long? The magazine guy left a while ago.”

“Just some fan, wanted me to give advice on their songwriting.” Sam replied, waving his hand in front of him like Brandy had been an annoying fly buzzing around his head for the few minutes they interacted.

“Were they any good?” Jake asked curiously. Sam huffed out a laugh, holding open the stage door as his brother shuffled in.

“Just some school-kid drivel.” Sam shrugged.

“Aw, you mean like what you used to write?” Josh, Sam’s eldest brother wrapped an arm around Sam’s shoulder, using his knuckles to give him a playful noogie to the side of his head.

“Knock it off,” Sam pushed Josh off of him gently.

“We all have to start somewhere, Sammy.” Josh reminded him.

“Well, she seems to think I’ll be asking for her autograph one day,” Sam rolled his eyes. “So she must think she’s ahead of the game.” He followed his brothers onto the stage, taking place at his microphone as a roadie handed him his guitar.

“Who knows, maybe we’ll even be opening for her.” Jake joked into his mic, making the other men laugh. That was the last they had spoken of it, and the last Sam thought of Brandy Lawson for a very long while.

Until she stormed back into his life, a new name, a new band, and fiery attitude.

🎶 🎶 🎶

“Los Angeles are you ready for a night of love and rock and roll?!” the crowd in the Troubadour roared. “My name is Harlow, and with me are the Blue Jean Babies. And we’re here tonight to make sweet love to you through music and leave you wanting more.” a few wolf whistles echoed through the room as Harlow gripped her microphone stand, bringing her body towards it. The bell sleeves of her dress fell back towards her elbows and she shook her shaggy bangs out of her face, licking her lips before beginning to sing.

“It’s a little crowded tonight.” Jake groaned, worming his way through the crowd to the bar, nodding at a few people who recognized him.

“You were the one who wanted to come.” Sam laughed back, finally resting against the sticky bar as his brother ordered them beers.

“Yeah, well I heard this band is really something.” Jake turned, handing a tepid, sweating amber bottle to his younger brother. “They’ve been blowing up the charts, and the label is thinking of having them on tour with us.”

“You mean the tour we’re about to go on in a little less than a month?” Sam was wide-eyed. “Who dropped out?”

“I guess one of the openers, one of their wives just had a baby and she’s threatening divorce if he doesn’t stay home with them since he was gone most of the pregnancy.” Jake shrugged. “It’s bullshit, but if you love the woman you do what you have to.”

“Happy wife, happy life and all that, yeah?” Sam chuckled as he took a sip of his own beer. He could never imagine himself kowtowing to anyone like that. No one was going to keep him from being on the road and living out his dream. If he was going to be with someone, they had to understand that music was the most important thing to him.

“More like he’ll have to pay out the ass in spousal and child support.” Jake rolled his eyes. Sam laughed loudly before having a few dirty looks thrown his way for interrupting the show. He smiled sheepishly and put a finger to his lips, promising to keep quiet with a wink. He turned his attention to the stage, allowing himself to focus on the music.

The woman singing was vaguely familiar, he’d probably seen her out and about in the LA scene. It was a small circle, no matter how many new faces moved to the city of Angels, so he was sure he’d met her at some party somewhere. Maybe they’d shared a joint or a bump. Maybe a beer.

“She’s pretty good, huh?” Jake leaned over to Sam, yelling over the music.

“Yeah, she’s all right.” Sam sniffed. He watched the singer on stage as she danced around, singing and banging a tambourine against the heel of her hand. Her hair flew around her wildly as she spun, and Sam couldn’t help to smirk at her free movements, they reminded him of his eldest brother in a way, and how he would move on stage during Jake’s guitar solos. “I think they’d fit in nicely as openers.”

“Yeah?” Jake quirked an eyebrow over at Sam, watching his eyes carefully. The singer was now leaning down, smiling as she interacted with concert-goers. She had a wrist laden with bangles and beaded bracelets, and Jake caught the small smirk on Sam’s face as he watched the singer slip a few off and put them over the hand of a fan who was reaching out before standing back up and continuing the show. When the band left the stage, Jake patted Sam on the shoulder, and they moved to go backstage.

As they approached the green room, they heard loud laughter, the clinking of bottles and energetic talking between bandmates, and Sam felt the energy inside him prick up. There was something so contagious about a post-show high, and he could tell Jake was feeling it too as they rounded the corner into the room. It took a few minutes of the chaos to settle down as they joined the party, and someone stopped to notice them.

“Woah,” a young man stopped when he saw Jake and Sam, his lips still glistening from the pull from the bottle of Jack Daniels he held in his hand. His mustache was barely grown in enough to collect any droplets and he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth as he stared in awe. “You’re…you’re Jake and Sam Kiskza.”

“Yeah, we are.” Jake chuckled, reaching a hand out. The young man switched the booze to his other hand and shook Jake’s outstretched hand, before shaking Sam’s as well. “We came out to see the show, you guys are good.”

“No shit!” the man grinned. “I’m Billy, I’m the guitarist. It’s an honor to meet you guys, I’ve looked up to your guitar playing since I heard your first record.”

“Appreciate that, man.” Jake grinned. “Are the rest of your bandmates here?”

“Yeah!” Billy turned, putting his hand on another man’s shoulder and getting his attention, whispering to him before gathering a few others around. “Where’s Harlow?”

“I’m right here.” they turned around again, and parted, making room for the leading lady of the night to join. It took him a few moments, but up close, all it took was a few moments, and the glimmer of gold in those hazel eyes for him to fully recognize her. His memory pulled up the scene in a parking lot where he’d essentially told her she was a talentless hack. “Hello boys.”

“Hi, I’m Jake,” Jake reached out his hand to her with a smile. She took it gently, squeezing his fingertips and holding his hand in hers for a few moments, telling him how nice it was to meet him before letting go. She turned to Sam, a smirk tugging at the corner of her smile.

“And, you are?” Sam felt his cheeks prickle with heat flushed with embarrassment that she would pretend she had no clue who he was in front of everyone, in front of his own brother. All the while her eyes glimmered with recognition. He swallowed down his pride and put on a smile, taking her hand and instead of letting her feel like she had control like she did with Jake’s, as she squeezed his fingertips he brought the back of her hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to it as he kept eye contact, smiling as he lowered her hand. Her eyes narrowed slightly and he felt his chest swell at her reaction.

“Samuel.” he replied. “But you can call me Sam.” he tossed in a wink for good effort, her cheeks turning pink from it.

“Well, to what do we owe the honor of a visit from you both?” Harlow tore her eyes from Sam, glancing back to Jake.

“We just wanted to come check out the potential new openers for our next tour.” Jake grinned. It took a moment for what he said to sink in, and the band began jumping around excited.

“What, for real?!” Billy exclaimed, and Jake nodded.

“We don’t know for sure, but they told us you guys were in the running, and we thought it’d be a good idea to check you guys out when we saw you were playing tonight.” Sam offered.

“It was a really good show,” Jake chimed in, smiling. “Reminded me a bit of us when we were first getting crowd attention, feeding off of it. I’m definitely putting my name behind you guys for our openers.”

“And what about you, Sam?” Harlow’s gaze was back to him, the question leaving her lips and cutting through to him sharply. “Did you like the show?”

“It was very entertaining.” Sam replied coolly to her challenge. “You guys are up on my list, for sure.” Harlow kept her eyes on him as the rest of the Blue Jean Babies celebrated behind her. After a few moments more, they were called to their bus to start the next leg of their journey to the next city, and had to begin packing up.

“It was great to meet you all, hopefully we’ll see you soon.” Jake told them all as he and Sam headed for the door.

“Hopefully very soon.” Harlow agreed, shooting him a charming smile. “Have a good night Jake. You too, Sam.”

“Goodnight, Harlow.” Sam replied, meeting her eyes one more time before wishing everyone else a goodnight too.

“I really liked them.” Jake turned to Sam as they walked out of the building. Most of the concert-goers had left, only a few stragglers smoking or drinking at their cars. “They seem really cool and they genuinely are excited about music.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty cool.” Jake smirked at Sam’s blaise response.

“You seemed to have a connection with that Harlow chick.” Jake nudged his little brother in the ribs with his own elbow. “Are we going to have to worry about some hanky-panky if we bring them on tour?”

“Not at all,” Sam rolled his eyes. “If anything, she has an attitude that’s annoying to me.”

“Well, if they come on tour with us, maybe it’ll humble her a little bit.” Jake shrugged, getting into his car. Sam climbed into the passenger seat, thinking of all the ways he could humble Brandy “Harlow” Lawson.

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Silver Springs - Part Four

Masterlist

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Original Female Character

Warnings: Smoking, drinking, drug use 18+ only, Minors DNI

A/N: The song used in this chapter is by the amazing, incomparable Janis Ian. It's called Stars, and I'm attaching a link to the song here so you can listen to it and hopefully if you don't know it, fall as in love with it as I am.

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A weekend off in Santa Fe, Sam was ready to take a few days and recharge. To step out of the rockstar persona and come back to himself, even if just for seventy-two hours. He tossed his bags on the floor of his room and immediately went to the sliding door, pulling it open and looking over the balcony, down at the pool below. In the dry desert heat, he assumed people would be splashing away in the cool blue water, but it was quite the opposite. The sound of hundreds of window air conditioning units hummed and buzzed through the air, keeping the patrons of the hotel cool and locked up in their rooms. Sam welcomed the heat, tilting his head towards the sun and basking in the sun’s rays.

Sam was content to spend the day down by the abandoned pool, his short blue swim trunks making his tanned legs look even longer as he laid in the lounge chair, large aviators covering his eyes. His brothers filtered in and out of the area, as well as a few of the Blue Jean Babies, splashing in the pool and lounging around, drinking and smoking as they caused a ruckus.

After a few hours of soaking up the sunshine and having had enough of the noise, he went back inside, padding up to his hotel room and drawing the curtains closed. Laying back on the bed, he let his warm body melt into the lumpy mattress and thin pillow, falling asleep in the mid-afternoon haze.

He wasn’t sure how long he was out, but when he woke, it was pitch black in the room, save for the glowing red numbers on the alarm clock on the bedside table. Sam sat up, wincing as his head throbbed in argument of the movement. Rolling his head slowly in a circle, he listened to it crack, and pop and heard something else floating in the air. A guitar was being played, perking up his ears at the soft melody. He stood slowly, his knees popping as he did, and he let his body stretch, his arms above his head as he wandered to the sliding door, and pulled back the curtain.

Light filtered out onto the balcony next door, and now that Sam was closer to the door, the guitar was a bit louder now, and a voice accompanied it.

“I was never one for singing, what I really feel. Except tonight, I'm bringing, everything I know that's real,” Harlow was sat cross-legged, hunched over a beat up ’68 Fender Palomino, a tattered journal in front of her on the balcony floor. Wisps of smoke floated up in the air around her from a small black ashtray, a half smoked cigarette resting in the holder. Her voice was softer and slower than he’d heard it before, and slightly unsure, as she worked through the song, re-strumming the same chord a few times and singing the same word, trying to figure out the song she was writing. He leaned against his doorframe, peeking out and watching her process.

“Stars, they come and go, they come fast or slow

They go like the last light of the sun, all in a blaze

And all you see is glory

Hey, but it gets lonely there when there's no one here to share

We can shake it away if you'll hear a story.”

Harlow let go of the guitar, leaning even more forward and grabbing up her pencil, scribbling in the journal. She was whispering to herself as she wrote, she paused, strumming a G chord, then a D6 before going back to scribbling.

“You know if you’re gonna watch, I’m gonna have to start charging you.” Harlow spoke without looking up. “A private performance costs a pretty penny these days.” Sam was caught off guard, he thought he had stayed in the darkness of his room, but found he was leaning out the doorway enough to make it obvious.

“I’m sorry, I just-“

“It’s okay, Sam.” Harlow looked up with a soft smile. “I’d be glad for the company, if you don’t mind.” Sam stepped fully out onto the balcony of his room, over to the railing that only parted their rooms by a few centimeters.

“What are you writing about?” Sam sniffed, uninterestedly, yet still peering over to the journal pages in front of her. Harlow glanced down at her scrawl on the paper, sighing.

“Just about life on the road, how fleeting all of this feels already.” Harlow shrugged, pushing her bangs out of her eyes. “How lonely it can be.”

“It uh, it sounded nice.” Sam cleared his throat, giving a small nod of his head. He was about to speak further, add something to diminish the compliment, when his stomach growled loudly between them.

“I have half of a club sandwich from dinner still, if you want it.” Harlow offered, moving the guitar from his lap, standing and taking a plate from the small table next to the unused chair. She walked over to her railing, extending the plate towards Sam. He glanced from the triangle of sandwich to her a few times, making her roll her eyes. “I didn’t poison it, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Thanks,” Sam took the sandwich off the plate, taking a large bite.

“No problem.” Harlow took the empty plate back, setting it on the table again before rejoining Sam at the railings. The night air was much cooler than the day, and a chill ran through Sam as the breeze softly blew through his and Harlow’s hair. “It’s crazy how cold the desert can get, huh?”

“You’re gonna talk about the weather?” Sam spoke around the food in his mouth, lifting a judging eyebrow. Harlow huffed annoyedly, crossing her arms over her chest.

“What else is there to talk about with a man who has done nothing but avoid me and refuse to acknowledge my presence until I force him to?” Harlow shot back coolly. Sam continued chewing as she shook her head. “Enjoy your sandwich, Sam.” he watched her clean up her balcony, tucking her journal under her arm and grabbing the guitar by the neck.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Sam called out as she stepped back into her room, feeling awkward without saying something. Harlow stopped, turning towards him with a knowing smirk.

“We’ll see.”

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“I’ve had an idea,” Sam looked up from his own journal to see Josh standing in front of him and his brothers in the hotel restaurant, hands in the air in front of him as if setting a scene for a fairytale over their scrambled eggs and bacon.

“Always terrifying to hear from you, but go on.” Jake nodded, waving the back of his hand to usher his twin to continue as he sipped his mug of shitty coffee held in the other. Danny continued with his meal as Josh sat down, pilfering toast and bacon slices from their various plates onto the small tea plate that used to house Sam’s coffee.

“When we get back to Nashville, we have those studio bookings, to work on our next album, right?” Josh began, and everyone at the table nodded knowingly. They had planned the tour around the studio time, to be honest, taking a three week break back home to try and hammer out a few songs for the label. “I want to bring Harlow in and do a song with her.” Josh glanced excitedly around the table, being met with tired shrugs and one shake of the head.

“We don’t need anyone else on our songs, man.” Sam pushed around the eggs on his plate, suddenly losing his appetite. “It’s gonna fuck up the dynamic.”

“No, no, it’s going to add to it.” Josh insisted, biting into a piece of bacon and waving it around. “Listen, she’s got this voice that just flows with mine like honey. And when we sing together it’s almost orgasmic.” Danny coughed, choking on his orange juice as Josh explained his reasoning.

“You getting your rocks off to the sound of your own voice doesn’t warrant bringing an outsider to the studio.” Sam pressed, shooting a glare at his brother.

“Sam, whatever bullshit you have against her doesn’t have anything to do with the rest of us.” Jake huffed, rolling his eyes. “I’ve heard her and Josh together, and I think something cool could come out of this.”

“And what if it doesn’t?”

“What if it doesn’t?” Jake scoffed, tossing his crumpled up napkin from his lap onto the table. “Then it doesn’t go on the album and we move on.”

“And we’ve wasted studio time and money on something we should have never done.” Sam shot back. “It’s a stupid idea.”

“Okay, so let’s put it to a vote.” Danny cut in-between the bickering Kiszka’s. “All in favor of working with Harlow, say Aye.”

“Aye,” Jake, Josh, and Danny chorused together.

“All opposed, say Nay,”

“Nay, a very strong Nay.” Sam retorted, glaring at his brothers.

“The Ayes have it.” Danny shrugged, giving his best friend a barely sorry look. “You’re just going to have to deal with it.”

��This is fucking bullshit.” Sam groaned, snapping his journal shut and standing up abruptly.

“Where are you going?” Josh asked, watching his youngest brother start to stomp away.

“My room.”

“Don’t forget you have to be at the bus in half an hour!” Josh called out towards the taller mans back. “Or we’ll leave you here!”

Sam took the stairs up to his room, using the exercise to stomp out his aggravation. He mumbled under his breath, cursing his brothers names, Harlow’s, anyone one who he thought of that could’ve led to this disastrous choice. Sure the song Harlow was writing last night had been decent, but it wasn’t up to par with where Sam and his brothers were, musically or lyrically. She was only going to drag them down, and ruin everything they, and especially Sam, worked for.

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Harlow’s ‘we’ll see’ from the night on the balcony was definitely a no. Sam hardly caught a glimpse of the girl over the next week, though he heard her. It was the same with Josh, he was always sneaking off and ended up being found with her, sharing a joint and a drink over sheets of paper, both of their messy, near illegible scrawls all over it.

Sam would walk down the hallways of the hotels they stayed in, hearing her laugh as Josh spoke, and he would tighten his fists at his side, knowing the late nights they spent together in each others rooms was only going to give in to a doomed collaboration and bad press.

What was worse, Jake had taken in Billy as a protégé of sorts, jamming with him in the green rooms and making up little songs with him on the spot. Even Danny joined in with the assimilation, hanging out with their drummer, Frankie, and sharing tips. Everyone was in love with Harlow and her Blue Jean Babies. Everyone but Sam.

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Silver Springs - Part Two

Masterlist

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Original Female Character

Warnings: Smoking, drinking, drug use 18+ only, Minors DNI

A/N: Thank you to everyone for being so kind and interested in this fic!! I'm so happy to be writing for Sam and to be having such fun!! Now just a heads up, I am not trying to write original lyrics for this work it would take me years to write a single chapter, so we're gonna pretend that Fleetwood Mac doesn't exist in this universe because you're gonna see them a lot, okay? Okay lmao. I love you guys, enjoy!!

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Three yeas and one nay was all it took, and Harlow and the Blue Jean Babies were added to the billing of Greta Van Fleets summer of ’76 tour. Sam watched as their bus pulled into the parking lot of the first venue, looking like an aluminum can on wheels. It parked a few yards from where he leaned against his own, and he watched the door open and the band filter off.

He watched the dark brown tip of a boot step down onto the pavement, followed by another one. His eyes traveled up tanned legs to cut off jean shorts, a plain white t-shirt tucked into them. Traveling up further, he met Harlow’s cheeky smile, an unlit cigarette hanging from her lips. Her eyes were hidden behind large aviator sunglasses. Instead of following the band to the venue, she looked over to Sam, beginning to walk over to him. When she was only a few feet from him, she paused, taking the cigarette from her mouth.

“Got a light?” Sam reached into the front pocket of his blue jeans, wrapping his fist around the cool brass zippo. His movement was smooth as he brought it up, flicking the lid back producing a flame with his thumb on the trigger so fast, Harlow’s eyes widened in shock when he held it closer to her face. Composing herself, she leaned in, letting the paper and tobacco catch, before leaning back again and taking a deep drag. “Thanks.”

“No one on your bus has a lighter?” Sam asked, hoping his slightly annoyed tone would cut her down a peg.

“They do.” she answered with a smile as she blew the smoke out the corner of her mouth. Sam stared at her, that same self-assured attitude she’d had a year ago was there in her smile, and all he wanted to do was wipe it right off of her face.

“I’m not interested, kid.” Sam sniffed indifferently, hoping another blow to her ego would do it. “You’re not my type.”

“Who said I was interested in you?” Harlow tilted her head to the side, a raised eyebrow peeking from behind her shaggy bangs. “I just needed a light and the others were already far ahead of me.”

“Yeah, sure.” Sam rolled his eyes. “They were really running to get to the dressing room for that plate of room temperature salami.”

“Yeah, Billy is all about those cold cuts.” Harlow shrugged as she moved her arm out to her side, tapping ash off the end of her cigarette. “Don’t flatter yourself Samuel. I’m not one of your groupies.”

“Then why are you so persistent in bugging me, Brandy?” Harlow’s grin grew wider as she drew another breath from the cigarette.

“So you do remember me.” she let out a soft laugh.

“It took a minute, but I do.” Sam admitted. “You changed a lot.”

“Well, I read this interview in one of my favorite music magazines about being yourself. So I decided to do that.” Harlow smirked. “It just so happens there was another me that needed exploring.”

“Well your songs improved a bit.” Sam stuck his tongue in his cheek, trying to make the compliment seem as pointed and fake as he wanted.

“You haven’t heard anything yet.” Harlow replied fast, grinning.

“We’ll see if I hear anything at all,” Sam cleared his throat, beginning to move from the shade of his bus’ shadow. “The green room is awfully far from the stage. Might sneak a pre-show nap on the bus.”

“Rockstar life is already catching up to you at, what? Twenty-four?” Harlow quirked an eyebrow, dropping her half-finished cigarette and stomping it out with the toe of her boot. “Enjoy that nap, Sam. You’re gonna need it.” with that, Harlow turned and walked towards the venue. Sam watched her, taking in the sway of her hips as she walking through the sun. Her light brown hair shone in the light, making it almost a blonde. Once again, it shook out behind her as she propelled herself away from him confidently.

Sam didn’t want to admit that Harlow’s confidence shook him. He sat in the dressing room with his brothers, his legs crossed, foot shaking vigorously. His fingers grazed along his chin, the rough patch of hair that he’d grown out. As they skated through the hairs, he tugged on the ends as he stared distractedly at the beige walls that had yellowed with years of cigarette smoke.

He could hear her, her voice floating through the walls as she warmed up her voice in another room, broken up by laughter as her bandmates filtered in and out of the room, talking excitedly about their first show on a big tour.

“Are you okay?” Sam glanced up to see Danny standing near him, raising an eyebrow quizzically. “You seem a little keyed up in the wrong way.” Sam regarded his best friend, chewing on his bottom lip. He wanted to tell Danny what was bugging him, but…what was bugging him? Danny didn’t know the history between Sam and Harlow, and even if he did, it wasn’t one wrought with details.

Sam quickly went over the imaginary conversation in his head, him telling Danny all of the small events leading up to this current agitated state, hearing the honest tone of the formers voice telling him to get over himself, that Harlow was just some chick and there wasn’t anything to be upset about.

“No, I’m just a little anxious about the show.” Sam shook his head, giving Danny what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “New tour, new songs…don’t know how the crowd will respond.”

“No matter how they do, it’s gonna be okay.” Danny grinned, resting a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “We know it’s our best work yet, and that’s what matters.”

“Thanks, Daniel.” Sam tapped Danny’s hand before standing up, shaking himself out a little bit and going over to the table with their rider goodies, making himself a drink. Walking out of the green room, he sipped it, the bite of tequila with his soda soothing his nerves somewhat. He walked over to the the wings of the stage, listening to the crowd that had filtered in rumble, the excited energy filtering through the thick curtain on that hid the stage hands setting up the Blue Jean Babies instruments.

As their flashlights whipped around, Sam caught movement from the other side of the stage. As his eyes adjusted, he saw Harlow pacing. She kept her jean shorts and boots, but traded in the t-shirt for a crocheted halter top, two ties holding it in place. One behind her neck, the other the middle of her back. The strings peeked through the long, black lace duster she wore, billowing out around her as she turned. Sam watched as her lips moved, her hands moving as if she were dancing along with the words.

Harlow turned once more, she glanced up, eyes darting across the movement of the roadies and over to Sam. Even across the twenty odd feet of stage, he could see her eyes widen as she realized he had been watching. There were dark spots all across her nose and cheek that Sam couldn’t make out, but in an instant, she spun on her heel, briskly walking away from the wings, her duster floating out behind her as she disappeared into the dark.

“Hey, uh,” Sam nearly jumped out of his skin, turning to see Billy standing next time, his guitar already around his shoulder and in his hand. “You got any words of wisdom for performing to a sold-out arena? I think I’m about to shit my pants.”

“Yeah,” Sam chuckled, clapping a hand on Billy’s shoulder like he was about impart the wisdom of centuries of study. “Don’t shit your pants.” Billy laughed, shaking his head.

“Thanks, I appreciate the wise words.”

“Any time, man.” Sam laughed again. “Break a leg.”

“Thanks!” Sam watched as one of the bands roadies went out to the stage, in front of the curtain, and a beam of light lit him up. The crowd began roaring as the Blue Jean Babies took their places on the stage, exchanging excited glances. It reminded Sam of how he and his own brothers looked when they played their first big venue. The nerves of playing to a crowd that large, no matter how many smaller shows added up doubled it, the giddiness of feeling like you’ve finally made it.

While the roadie made the announcement, riling the crowd up, Sam glanced over to the opposite wing again, seeing Harlow standing there. A small, closed mouth smile tugged at her lips, almost serene as her eyes were closed, deep breaths raising her chest. The crowd roared even louder as the roadie screamed out the bands name, and the curtain dropped and the lights went up. The roadie dragged the mic stand back into place, the silk and chiffon scarves that had been tied to it fluttering in the wind, and Billy began playing the intro to their first song, their drummer, Paul playing out the beat. Sam’s eyes stayed on Harlow as her own opened, turning towards the crowd before grinning, taking one last deep breath and stepping out on stage. Shouts and screams were heard as she did, and she waved to the audience, taking her place at the microphone.

“Now here you again, you say you want your freedom.

Well who I am I to keep you down?

It’s only right that you should play the way you feel it,

but listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness.”

Harlow’s voice was enchanting, Sam finding himself nearly taking steps out on stage to get closer, to hear her more clearly. The crowd moved along with her, even for a slower song opening the show, it kept their attention, got them moving. As she performed, Sam caught light reflecting off her face, and realized that she’d adhered silver sequins to her face like freckles.

“Like a heartbeat, drives you mad

In the stillness of remembering what you had

And what you lost

And what you had

And what you lost”

The drums led into the chorus, and Sam had to admit he got a little chill when Harlow’s voice melded together with Billy’s on the harmonies.

“Oh, thunder only happens when it's raining

Players only love you when they're playing

Say, women, they will come and they will go

When the rain washes you clean, you'll know

You'll know”

“I think we made the right decision,” Sam glanced next to him, seeing Danny standing next to him again. “They hypnotize the crowd, and we melt their faces off.”

“Interesting choice of opening song, I’ll admit that.” Sam tried to brush off the compliment to the band. “Could’ve put the crowd to sleep.”

“No, I think she knows exactly what she’s doing.” Danny shook his head. “You shouldn’t be so down about them. They all seem really nice so far.”

“Yeah, they do.”

“Remember how annoying we were when we were first touring with bigger bands?” Danny nudged Sam gently in the ribs. “Give them some grace.”

“Who said I’m not?”

“No one, but I’ve been your best friend since forever. I can read you like a book.” Sam grimaced slightly but shrugged it off. “Play nice, Sammy.”

“I am always nice.” Sam defended himself with a pout. Danny shook his head, sighing.

“Just, don’t fuck this up.” Danny looked from Sam to Harlow. “For any of us.” Sam rolled his eyes, leaving Danny in the wings to go back to the green room. The audacity of Danny to think Sam wanted anything to do with Harlow was enough to boil his blood. A feeling that stuck with him through his own performance, and up to the after party. Roadies, crew and performers mingled around the hotel bar. One last night in Los Angeles before they set out for the road.

Sam leaned against the bar, taking in the scene of bodies threading around one another, drinks clinking and laughs echoing. Sam’s eyes fell upon Josh, who was talking animatedly to someone that was blocked by other bodies. In one hand he held a joint, and Sam watching the trail of smoke follow it around as Josh gesticulated. Suddenly, he slowed, holding out the joint. Sam’s brow furrowed as his brother never relaxed from the outstretched position, and as bodies shifted, he could now see Harlow, sitting cross-legged on the table, leaning down and taking a drag as Josh watched her, his own eyes glassy.

“So, you wanna get out of here?” Sam glanced down, seeing a woman leaning against his shoulder. Her manicured hand was running up and down his arm and Sam rolled his eyes.

“Do I know you?” he asked boredly. The woman looked slightly off-guard, then smirked.

“No, but you want to.”

“I’m afraid I don’t.” Sam pulled away from her touch. “But maybe a roadie will. Tony’s been looking a little lonely lately, go say hi.” Sam pointed across the bar and gently pushed the woman in the opposite direction. Downing his beer, he set the empty bottle on the bar, deciding he’d had enough revelry for one night.

Stepping into the elevator to go to his room, he hit the button, leaning against the back wall and closing his eyes.

“Wait! Hold the elevator!” Sam’s eyes popped open and he instinctually moved, putting his hand in the doors, holding them the best he could from closing. “Thank you.”

“My pleasu-oh, it’s you.”

“Hello to you too, Samuel.” Harlow rolled her eyes, going to press the third floor button. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to bother you. I don’t know what your brother puts in his joints but I need to go lay down.”

“I’ve asked a few times, but he won’t give up his secrets.” Sam sighed. “I’ve learned not to partake too much with him.” Harlow rubbed her eyes, smudging the makeup she’d adorned, a few of the sequins falling off her cheeks.

“I’ll know better for next time.” Harlow leaned back, tilting her head up to the large square fluorescent light. The two rode in silence, save for the soft, slow breaths they emitted. Sam glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, seeing her eyes closed again, that small, serene smile on her lips. Though this time it may be from the weed she smoked instead of the energy of a large crowd cheering for her.

“Are you going to be okay?” Sam asked softly. Harlow opened her eyes slowly, turning and smiling at him as the elevator doors opened on the third floor.

“I’ll be just fine.” she murmured. “Goodnight, Sam. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, Harlow.” Sam watched her step out of the elevator. “We’ll see.”

“We’ll see always means no.” Harlow laughed.

“Does it?” Sam quirked an eyebrow.

“You never asked your mother for something and have her say that?” Harlow asked back. Sam nodded. “And did you ever get what you asked for?” Sam thought for a moment, realizing that the young woman was right.

“No, can’t say that I have.” Sam tried to keep himself from smirking.

“I’ll see you when I see you then.” Harlow held Sam’s gaze for a few moments before turning and going to find her room. As the doors closed Sam felt a small flutter in his gut at the exchange. Maybe Harlow wasn’t going to be so bad to deal with. Maybe he could get through this tour and even be her friend at the end of it. Just, maybe.

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Silver Springs - Part Twelve

Masterlist

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Original Female Character

Warnings: Angst, intense arguing, soul crushing music 18+ only, Minors DNI

A/N: This is the final installment of Silver Springs. I just want to say a few thank yous before our ending begins. First, thank you to my best friend, Hillary, for always supporting my ideas and working ideas through with me and helping me make sure my writing makes sense. I want to say a huge, ginormous thank you to Sammy Nation, especially Kristen, Beth, Vi, and Cat, for hyping this fic up every post, being so excited about it and having so much fun with me about the updates. I lived for your reactions and reviews and theories, and even enjoyed being yelled at by yall. And another big thank you to Em and Madi for always being there when I had a block and hyping me up and reminding me I am that bitch when I needed it. I love all of you so much, thank you for all of your support. 💖💖💖💖

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“Alright is everyone here?!” the festival coordinator looked around the group of Greta Van Fleet and The Blue Jean Babies, their roadies and crew. “Okay, Harlow and the Blue Jean Babies, your set is at 7:30 on the main stage, if you’re late, you’re not playing, and Greta will go on an hour early. Don’t test me, they have the discography to play a double.”

Small, muffled laughs rumbled through the small crowd as they continued.

“Once your set is done, roadies, clear the stage as quickly as possible to make room for the next band. If you have any questions, come find me. Until then, have fun.” the coordinator made sure everyone was crystal clear before leaving. The bands co-mingled, passing around bottles of beer. Josh and Harlow parted from the group, leaving to warm up their voices.

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” Cindy rested her hands on Sam’s shoulder, hopping up on her tiptoes and kissing his cheek. “Look how far you’ve gotten, from a garage to stadiums and festivals. It’s amazing.”

“Thanks, Cin.” Sam gave her a small smile. Cindy’s brows stitched together, letting one of her hands drop to his back, rubbing it softly.

“You okay?” she asked softly. Sam swallowed down the ‘no’ that threatened to push out from his lips.

“Just some pre-show jitters is all.” he replied instead. “I think I’m going to go grab my cigarettes from the bus.”

“Want me to come?”

“Nah, I’ll be right back,” Sam leaned down, pressing a kiss to Cindy’s head and leaving her side. Weaving through the other artists, groupies and crew members backstage at the festival, Sam made it to their bus, grabbing his pack of smokes, pilfering Jake’s lighter when he couldn’t find his own. On the way back, he took his time, trying to enjoy the setting sun and feeling of a late summer party with the people and music around.

He didn’t mean to stumble upon Josh and Harlow warming up their voices behind other bands buses, the angle of parking making a small, quieter alcove for them to hear themselves. Josh spotted him first, his mouth pressing into a line as Harlow continued, her voice trailing off as she caught the look on Josh’s face, and turned.

“Uh, hi.” Sam gave a small wave, causing Josh to roll his eyes. “Could I have a minute, Harlow?” Harlow stayed silent, and Sam watched Josh’s end of a silent conversation between them, feeling left out like he did with Josh and Jake did the same thing.

“I’ll be right around the corner if you need me.” Josh assured her, stepping around her and bumping his shoulder with Sam’s as he passed. Sam held back an eye roll as Harlow turned to face him. She was wearing the long black dress again, a sequin purple shawl draped over her shoulders. Layers of necklaces hung down her chest, and bracelets up her arms jingled as she moved. Her makeup was light just dark, black eyeliner on her top lids, flicked out at the outer corners.

“You’re really wasting your one minute with all this silence.” Harlow mumbled, watching Sam as he took in her appearance. He blinked a few times, bringing himself back to the moment at hand.

“Sorry, I just…you look…you look beautiful, Harlow.” Sam meant it, and by the red tinge on her cheeks, Harlow knew it.

“Thank you. Is that all you wanted? I have to continue warming up.”

“Harlow, I never meant to hurt you.” Sam stepped closer to her, suddenly feeling desperate for her to know everything he felt. “Cindy and I-“

“are a really beautiful couple.” Harlow cut him off, giving him a forced smile. “I’m very happy for you, really Sam. Cindy, and I say this honestly, is very kind, and very pretty. You don’t deserve her.” Sam swallowed hard as the look in Harlow’s eyes shot ice through his veins.

“I thought she knew it was over when I left for this tour, Harlow.” Sam defended himself quietly. “I never did anything with you behind her back.”

“So she knows about us, then?” the question cut him, just like she knew it would. “She knows I slept in your bed? That you touched me and made love to me in that bed and any one we could find over the past few months?” Sam’s silence was all she needed. “That’s what I thought.”

“I needed you to know.” Sam murmured quietly. Harlow brought a hand up to her face, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“I told you I love you, and you never said it.” she cleared her throat, thick with tears she refused to let spill. “I asked you to stop making me a fool, and you made me the biggest one. Do you think me knowing your conscience is clear means anything?”

“You needed to know that I didn’t do it on purpose!” Sam exclaimed, tossing his hands out to the side exasperatedly. “I wanted you, I want you! God, I think about you all the time, I miss you. My pillow still smells like you, for christ’s sake!”

“I’m sure Cindy loves that.” Harlow snarked. “So you miss me, you want me. Do you love me?” Sam stared at Harlow, his heart screaming at him to answer yes, but his brain stalling.

“What?

“Do you love me?” Harlow’s eyes were wide as she slowly enunciated her words, the glassy sheen of tears she refused to let spill reflecting Sam’s own image back to him as he stared at her. The tension between them was thick, weighing on both of their voices as they spoke.

All the trysts between shows, the beach love making, the late nights writing and arguing ran through Sam’s mind. He felt the ghost of her kiss on the birthmark on his underarm, her lips, all over his skin. The way her hazel eyes sparkled up at him, even when she loathed him at the beginning. The way he was completely enthralled with her every move, every breath. How inspiring she was, and her wild determination.

Then he thought of Cindy, the young woman who had been there for him through everything. Stood by his side and never quite got the hint that him pushing back the wedding date was him letting her go. How her green eyes shone whenever they landed on him, as they always had. The way she had seemed to live for him and only him, but she would never bring the light and fire Harlow did.

Gathering his answer, Sam knew what he had to do. A false truth, but for who would it be harder to live with? Harlow was set on a path, and one that Sam would make sure she saw through. From the day he met her, and read her songs, he knew this woman was meant for great things. He couldn’t stop that trajectory now.

“No.” his quiet words sliced through the air, draining the room of all oxygen as Harlow felt her chest cave in, exhaling a breath she’d been holding in as a scoff. Sam didn’t take his eyes from her, watching her grit her teeth behind her lips, jaw clenching as she composed herself.

“Fuck you,” she seethed, her rage quiet, yet forceful enough to set Sam’s skin aflame with shame. “Fuck you, Sam.”

He watched as she stepped closer, the heels of her boots digging into the dirt under her, kicking up rocks as she lifted them. Her body somehow loomed over him, though she was shorter. Her energy radiated every ounce of anger and hatred towards him with every step.

“When this tour is over, I’m going to forget about you. I will never, ever think of you again.” her voice was even and slow, making sure the man heard her every syllable as her dark eyes bored into his. “But you will always fucking remember me.” she locked eyes with him for a few seconds more before turning on her heel and storming back towards the main stage.

“We’re playing it tonight, after The Chain.” Harlow pulled Billy aside from his conversation with Danny. Billy looked confused, then wide-eyed.

“Are you sure? You said it wasn’t ready.”

“It is.” was all Harlow replied.

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The Blue Jean Babies set was electric. They’d picked up hundreds of fans over the first leg of the tour, and that combined with the fans waiting their set out for Greta Van Fleet, the festival crowd was like a sea, roaring and crashing along with the beats of their songs.

Performing The Chain with Greta got the crowd to pay attention, and kept them in the wings to watch the rest of the performance. As she expected, Sam stayed with his brothers, though if Cindy was there too, Harlow couldn’t catch a glimpse.

“This is another new song,” Harlow spoke into the microphone, pausing for the whistles and cheers. “This is for all the lovers out there, whose love hasn’t been returned.” with that, Billy began sliding into the song on his guitar, Harlow gripping the mic stand.

“You could be my silver spring

Blue-green colors flashin'

I would be your only dream

Your shinin' autumn ocean crashin'

Don't say that she's pretty

And did you say that she loved you?

Baby, I don't want to know”

Harlow could feel eyes boring into her, Sam watching her intently from the wings. Gripping the mic stand tighter, Harlow began the second verse, closing her eyes to keep herself focused.

“So I'll begin not to love you

Turn around, see me runnin'

I'll say I loved you years ago

Tell myself you never loved me, no

Don't say that she's pretty

And did you say that she loved you?

Baby, I don't want to know

Oh no

And can you tell me was it worth it?

Baby, I don't want to know”

Harlow felt a surge of confidence, as they started the chorus, opening her eyes and scanning the crowd again.

“Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me

I know I could have loved you

But you would not let me”

Billy played his solo beautifully, leading Harlow back into the chorus, his voice joining hers.

“Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me

I know I could've loved you, but you would not let me

I'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you

Give me just a chance

You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you

Harlow took the mic off the stand, moving around it and bending at the waist, stomping her foot to emphasize her lyrics and feelings.

“Was I such a fool?

I'll follow you down til' the sound of my voice will haunt you

Give me just a chance”

Her voice was gruff as she stared Sam down, singing the chorus. She hadn’t meant to look at him at all, she meant to perform the song and ignore his very existence. Yet as she sang, her heart and eyes pulled her to him, hoping the words sang out would curse him in the way he’d cursed her, leaving scars on her heart for the rest of her life.

“You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you!”

Harlow straightened up, still locked in her stare with Sam as she pulled the mic away from her lips while Billy and the rest of the band continued their harmonies. She could see the affect her song had on him, his brows knit together, a resigned look on his face as he took his fate. Harlow had never planned to perform this song in front of him. She wanted him to hear it on the radio, everywhere he went, following him around like she wrote. But to have the cathartic release of singing out her pain right in front of him, with fresh wounds, was something that left her feeling vindicated.

For the rest of their lives, this song would tie them together.

They would write other songs about one another throughout the years, sparking more rumors and feuds. Coming together and swearing this performance would be the last they ever did with one another as various charities and projects. Moments of friendship marred by the past being brought up. Vague comments about one another, tell-alls for PBS specials, one of the marks of music history was the relationship between Harlow and Sam.

Twenty-Four Years Later…

Harlow sat in her cozy armchair by her fireplace, one of her now-iconic shawls across her shoulders. Her living room looked different than it normally did. Normally, the cozy Malibu bungalow was dark, but colorful, with ample space for dancing when the mood struck. Today there lights everywhere, and electrical cords winding all around on the floor. A journalist sat opposite her, as a camera was pointed in Harlow’s direction. For the thousandth time, Harlow had been recounting the highs and lows of the summer of 1976.

“So, you finished out the tour with Greta Van Fleet, and you skyrocketed to your own success. Over the years, you all crossed paths, did anything ever spring up again?” Harlow smiled softly at the question, recalling her friendships over the last two and a half decades of her life.

“Oh always.” she answered, nodding. “Josh Kiszka and I remained very close over the years, and still today. I had dinner at his home just the other night. I do feel a deep love for them all still.”

“Even Sam?” Harlow’s smile faltered slightly. Imperceptible to the naked eye, but she could feel the change in her muscles on her face.

“Over twenty years later,” she began. “and my name is still attached to his. Never married, yet when you google me, his last name is right there. Or so my nieces and nephews tell me.” Harlow chuckled a bit, before her face became more serious. A far off look glazed over her eyes as she recalled the summer of ’76. “I loved him once, very passionately. A heart never forgets that. It moves on, but it never forgets.”

“I think…” the interviewer paused, biting their bottom lip. “I think you should see something.” she beckoned over a young man with a laptop. Placing it on her lap, the interviewer typed a bit, then turned it around, showing Harlow the screen.

A frozen image of Sam was on it, and as soon as the interview clicked the screen, he began to move. Harlow took him in. It had been only about three years since she last saw him, but it still shocked her how well he had aged over time. His hair was still long, the dark brown tint had lightened, the hints of some gray at his roots. His facial hair had filled in more since the last she saw him too, though he kept with his classic goatee and mustache more flecks of gray peeking between the dark reds and browns.

“The music you made with Harlow and The Blue Jean Babies, with just her, is stuff of legend.” the interviewers voice sounded from off camera. “And the songs she wrote about you, and you about her in your solo work, there’s an ache there that is felt through generations.”

“The whole story is out there.” Sam replied. “I’m not here to hash over the details for the millionth time. But I’ll say this, on record for the first time. I have never loved someone the way I loved Harlow. She was the one who got away, and I still beat myself up for losing her.”

“If you could do anything over again, make it right, would you?”

Sam dragged a hand down his face, scratching in his beard.

“I have two answers. The first is no, because look at the fucking rock music we made. We changed music for at least a decade, I wouldn’t take that back.” he laughed. “But I would go back and do everything in my power to keep Harlow Brandy Lawson in my life.”

The interviewer paused the video, watching Harlow’s face closely. Years of back and forth, jabs in the media and in records and performances, she had steeled herself from him. From Sam. He had done the same. Even after his breakup with Cindy, he never came back to her. And Harlow never went to him. Maybe it had been pride that stopped them, maybe they each supposed the other truly had moved on. Harlow knew he had lied, when he said he didn’t love her. Josh had told her, years later when he thought it was safe for her to hear.

“These interviews were going to be played at the award ceremony tonight. Obviously edited to leave out the more personal parts, like that.” the interviewer informed Harlow. “Every member of Greta Van Fleet will be there. And every member of The Blue Jean Babies is too…the only person who didn’t respond was you.”

“I-I don’t know.” Harlow shook her head. “I mainly focus on charity events these days and-“

“Off the record,” the young woman leaned forward in her seat. “I grew up listening to your music. My mom raised me on Harlow and The Blue Jean Babies and Greta Van Fleet, told me all the torrid details. I always wondered what would happen though, if you and Sam had another shot. And with what the both of you have said…I think you both wonder that too.”

Harlow stared at the interviewer as she took in her words, a flutter in her heart, knowing she was right.

“How smart, the youth is today.” Harlow smiled. “I supposed we should end our time together here. I have an induction tonight, and I need an outfit.”

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Though she was never one to roll in her riches, Harlow was thankful she had some money behind her to be able get together a dress and shoes, and quickly get her hair and makeup done on the last minute. Getting a car service, she made her way to the awards show, letting her manager and agent know she was accepting the invitation, and to let the event staff know.

Arriving at the red carpet, Harlow was greeted by cheers and calls from the photographers as soon as her shoes hit the ground. She had forgotten how blinding the flashes were and took a moment to regain her composure before stepping along the carpet, letting the event staff guide her to the photo ops and interviews. She didn’t dare look around, now that she was here. What would she even do if she saw Sam? What would she say? Had too many years gone by with no resolve for them to rekindle anything at all?

Once she was inside the venue, another coordinator guided her backstage, letting her know that the rest of the Blue Jean Babies were there. Where they left her, there was no sign of them, and Harlow suddenly felt like a child on the first day of school, nervous and alone as her heels carried her down the hallway, clicking softly.

“After all these years, and you still manage to surprise me.” Harlow turned around, seeing Billy behind her, a wide grin on his face. Harlow rushed over to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he did the same to her waist, hugging her tight. It had been only a few months since the two had seen each other, but it was still too long. “You said you weren’t coming.”

“I changed my mind.” Harlow smiled.

“A sight for sore eyes if there ever was one.” turning again, Harlow was met with Jake Kiszka, his signature smirk in place. “Heard you went to Josh’s for dinner last week, and I have to admit, I’m hurt. You know I’m the better cook.”

“Jake,” Harlow moved from Billy’s grasp and into Jake’s with a laugh. “To be fair, I helped him cook most of it.”

“That sounds about right.” Jake quipped back. While the twins were never far apart from one another, Harlow rarely saw Jake. He stood back, hands on her arms as he assessed her. “You look damn good, Harlow.”

“Thank you, Jake.” she laughed, pulling him into a hug again. “Is everyone else here already?”

“You’re the last one.” Billy told her. “Do you want a drink?”

“I would love one.” Harlow followed Billy into the green room he came out of, greeting the rest of her former bandmates as Billy poured her a whiskey sour. There was still some time before the awards ceremony started, and they all spent a good amount of time catching up, before Harlow excused herself, going to find a restroom.

As she walked down the hallway, following the paper signs taped up on the walls, she stopped, noticing someone leaving another room.

He was just how he looked in the video, the overheard fluorescent lights catching the gray in his hair, beard and mustache more than previously. He was dressed in a suit, the shirt underneath loose, and opened down to just above his belly button. Harlow’s heart thumped in her chest, must like the way it did when she first saw him all those years ago, outside the venue when she asked him to read her songs.

Like a deer in headlights, Harlow was frozen, and once Sam saw her, he was the same. She saw his adams apple bob as he swallowed, his brown eyes flitting all over her. Finally, Harlow broke the trance, stepping towards Sam, him breaking his and meeting her in the middle.

“Hello Sam,” Harlow smiled softly.

“Hi Harlow.” Sam returned it, letting his eyes rake over her face. She should’ve made small talk. Asked him what project he was working on now, if the recent rains drowned out his garden. Instead, blurted out everything that was building up inside.

“If I could change it, I would go back and do everything to keep you, too.” Harlow breathed out. Sam looked at her, puzzled for a moment before realization passed over his face, softening his brow as his body moved instinctually, an arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her body to his. “Sam, it’s always been you.”

“Brandy,” Sam whispered softly. “I meant what I said, I never loved another the way I love you.” Harlow’s heart skipped a beat. Twenty-four years later, and the words she so desperately wanted, needed from Sam were finally said. “I always did, I’m sorry I lied.”

“I know,” Harlow nodded, feeling Sam’s hand cup her face. “I know.” they stared at each other, oblivious to the backstage chaos around them. A moment that had been decades in the making, two hearts that stayed open just for one another finally meeting once again.

“Can we start over?” Sam asked, brushing Harlow’s hair back from her face as she looked up at him. Age had began to set in, faint lines set in where her skin was once smooth, but all Sam saw was the voracious twenty-something he fell in love with twenty four years ago.

“We’ll see.” Harlow smiled, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. Sam’s thumbs brushed them away, fighting some of his own.

“We’ll see always means no.” he whispered back, following her lead. His face inched closer to hers, his lips grazing over her own. Before they sealed the kiss, Harlow whispered back.

“Not this time, Sam. Not this time.”

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Summer Baby // (A FM! Short)

a/n ~ Another installment because I just really missed my babes what can I say? This one tugs on the heart strings a bit! Emotions run a little bit higher than I had intended them to.

“You’re a full-blown problem lucky I’m your baby’s father. Got that oh, so proper and I’m thankful for ya mama.” Sam sang along, dancing around the kitchen as Sophia stood at the sink washing the dinner dishes. She giggled at his antics as he spun in place.

“You are not my baby’s father, thank you very much.” She giggled, placing the plate she held into the dish drainer.

“Not yet, maybe one day.” Sam mumbled, making his way over to start drying the dishes she had already washed. Sophia raised a brow, reaching up to turn off the faucet before she turned to face Sam.

“Oh, is that what you think?” She crossed her arms protectively over her chest and leaned her hip against the counter. She watched as he swayed his hips lightly, reaching high up to place a dish on the shelf before turning on his heel and reaching out to cup her face in his hands.

“Know every inch upon that body, but the feelin’ is new, still catchin’ feelings for you.” She threw her head back in a genuine laugh, reaching out to wrap her arms around his midsection as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips.

“That’s not what I think, it’s what I know. Unless you don’t want children?” Sam questioned, cocking his head to the side. His thumbs danced lovingly across the apples of her cheeks, a look of curiosity and wonder dancing behind the deep amber shade of his eyes.

“Two babies! I want two babies, a boy and a girl - I mean I know it doesn’t always work that way but ideally I want one of each. I’ve had names I love picked out since I was little too. Phoenix for a girl, Nicholas for a boy. They’d have the sweetest little faces, and I long for them to have my blue eyes but know it’s a recessive gene and your amber will win that battle. I could teach you all the ropes if you’re not familiar - I helped with my sisters kids. We’d have the best time learning how to care for the baby! But kids haven’t been in the cards for me and that’s okay. What about you?” She shrugged her shoulders, realizing she had began rambling. A soft smile spread across Sam’s face as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her as close to him as he possibly could.

“Four babies and my Rosie, I’m used to the chaos of big family living. Boys, girls, it doesn’t matter - but I’ll be honest, if we have baby girls they won’t be let out of my sight until they’re forty, no one’s gonna break my baby girls heart. I’ve held babies before but I’d need to be shown how to change a diaper and burp them and all the little things that come with taking care of a helpless little human. That sounds bad but you know what I mean.” Sam chuckled, his large hand finding its home against the back of her head and he began to sway her gently.

“Four?! How far apart in age are we thinking here? Because this girl will not be doing the whole multiples under five unless we’re blessed with multiples.” Sam pulled back, a chuckle slipping past his lips as he untangled himself from Sophia.

“Well I mean my brothers are twins so.” Sophia’s eyes free wide as her gaze found his.

“I’m sorry?” He couldn’t help but chuckled as the color in her face shifted from pink to green, the thoughts of twins being a possibility not something she ever considered.

“Josh and Jake? They’re twins, Mumsy, identical twins if you want to be exact. But I promise no multiples under five, unless twins are in our cards,of course.” Sam said. Chuckles escaped his as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Speaking of, when do I get to meet these infamous twins you and Danny speak so highly of? It’s always Josh this Jake that ‘I’m gonna hang with the boys for the afternoon are you good hanging with Rose Bud?’ But never hey you’ve never met my knuckle headed brothers maybe you should oh I don’t know, meet them before we make them uncles?” Sophia said, pushing her head back against the hand that cradled her neck, pursing her lips up at Sam. A thoughtful expression crossed his features and he cocked his head to the side at her request.

“Actually their faces would be priceless if we showed up one day and just had a baby on our arm. Like oh this is my Fia you’ve heard all about and oh yeah we made a tiny human in our spare time.” A belly laugh escaped Sam as he leaned down and captured her lips with his.

“Samuel Francis, that would probably give both of those boys heart attacks and then we’d have to answer to your mama.” Sam nodded in agreement. They still stood wrapped up in each other, the song they had been dancing to long since over, and she looked up at him, adoration ever present in her gaze.

Sam pulled a deep breath in through his nose and leaned down, hiding his face against the crown of her head. His heart hammered in his chest at the thought of exposing her to his brothers, his nerves kicking up ten fold. She pressed her head against his chest, the sound of his hammering heart beat clueing her in to why she hadn’t met the boys yet.

“So babies, you really think we’re gonna be fit to have any babies?” Her voice was soft, just barely floating above the rushing of blood in his ears. A sigh slipped past his nose and he nodded, pressing his lips firmly against the crown of her head.

“Yeah, it’ll be a lot of work, and we’ll have to figure us out first but… at some point? I think so.”

Sam’s voice cracked, the thought of her feeling safe enough to discuss the future causing his heart to swell. She took a deep breath, taking in his sweet scent mixed with that of the dish soap still bubbling in the sink and pulled back from him.

The look of overwhelm in his eyes broke her heart, she knew that look all too well. Reaching up she cupped his cheeks in her hands and used her thumbs to gently pull on his cheeks, tugging the corners of his mouth upwards. A shaky breath he didn’t realize he was holding escaped him and his eyes fluttered shut.

Sophia fought back the nervous laughter that threatened to spill out of her, tucking her bottom lip safely between her teeth. His eyes snapped open and he averted his gaze towards the ceiling, tightening his arms around her waist. She let her hands slide down his cheeks, letting her fingers tickle softly down the sides of his neck as he took a steadying breath.

“I know… I know I’m a lot and… and that there’s still a lot you don’t know and that we need to unpack. But if you don’t want this.”

Her fight or flight was triggered and she wasn’t sure how to process his reaction. Sam snapped his head back down, eyes wide as the tears he had been fighting cascaded freely down his cheeks. He shook his head, swallowing around the uncomfortable lump in his throat.

“Sophia, no. Why wouldn’t I want this? Why would we be talking about you meeting my shit head brothers and having a future together if I didn’t want this? If I didn’t want you? I just… the thought of this? Of you allowing me into your world on such an intimate level it just… I don’t know. I just know that this? Is everything. You are everything.”

Tears welled in her eyes, the thought that she had been the cause of his tears breaking her even more. She cupped her hands around his neck, tangling her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. His eyes fluttered shut and he swallowed hard, trying to find the right wording to use.

“The thing is, Mumsy, you’ve been made to believe things that aren’t true. You’ve been beaten down to a shell of a shell and.. and that pains me daily. To know your triggers and that you can turn so quickly. But even through that all I still want you, all of you, all of this. It’s just… the thought of you wanting to keep me forever and being comfortable enough to let me keep you and, to be with you and talk about making little carbon copies of us? It just… it was a lot to process in a quick manner.”

Giggles bubbled up in Sophia’s chest and a smile tugged on the corners of her lips. Her eyes screwed shut as her tears fell freely having what felt like the biggest weight being lifted off of her shoulders. Sam couldn’t help but join in her laughter as the expression on her face softened, the worry lines that had become a constant on her forehead diminishing as she fully relaxed for the first time in years.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry over babies. Or whatever made the tears happen. I know I can be a lot - I love quick and something fierce and you’re right, I get triggered quick and something fierce. But… thank you.” Sam cocked his head to the side, his gaze finally meeting hers as she blinked more tears away.

“For loving me like you do. For making an effort even when I don’t want anything to do with you. For showing me that even though I’m damaged goods I’m still worth something to someone.”

Sam pulled a deep breath in through his nose, his mind reeling with the words that had just slipped past her lips. Damaged goods - he couldn’t stand the way she described herself and would do everything he could to change those two little words. Bending at the waist he reached out and wrapped his hands around her thighs, pulling her up into his grasp and she wrapped her legs around his waist with a shrill giggle.

“Well damaged means impaired normal function so I guess I’ll just have to carry you around for the rest of eternity.” Sam chuckled, spinning on his heel and setting her down against the counter. Sophia pursed her lips and shook her head, his antics one of the biggest things she loved about him.

“You’re not damaged. You just need a little extra loving and I will gladly supply it.”

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readyforthegarden · 1 year ago

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Silver Springs - Part Three

Masterlist

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Original Female Character

Warnings: Smoking, drinking, drug use 18+ only, Minors DNI

WC: 1951

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Sam was wrong. He was so, so wrong. Harlow only became more grating on his nerves as the days went by. She sang constantly, as she walked down the halls of the venue, from soundcheck, in the bathroom, hearing her through the door as he passed it by. If she wasn’t singing, she was humming. The worst fact of the matter was Josh was enamored by her, constantly bringing her in to listen to something, to harmonize with him, warm up with him. Sam was surrounded by Harlow entirely.

He watched from the side stage in Jackson, Wyoming as Josh and Harlow sat cross-legged in the middle of the stage, hands held up, palms facing each other but just a few small millimeters from touching. They both had their eyes closed, lazy, lit smiles on their faces while they hummed in unison.

“Your aura is so strong, Josh.” Harlow said, her tone of voice in slight awe. “Your pulsing with energy, I can practically see the colors with my eyes closed.”

“Tell me,” Josh murmured, a smile tugging his lips up at the corner. “What colors am I?”

“Oh you’re a vibrant orange.” Harlow replied, grinning, eyes still closed. “Exuding out all around you, and then closer to your body, yellow.”

“I like that, it sounds groovy.” Josh chuckled. “I don’t know if I can see yours.”

“That’s okay,” Harlow bumped Josh’s knee with her own in the small space between them. “I’ve had mine read before, and I’ve been told it’s usually a shade of purple or more indigo.”

“What do the colors mean?” Josh asked, opening his eyes. Harlow followed suit, yet they kept their hands up in front of them.

“Well, everyone interprets them slightly differently,” she explained. “But orange is usually someone who is very happy, happy to be themselves and be where they are and who they’re with, and loves to love. You make friends quickly. Yellow is a general playful spirit, balanced and incredibly smart.”

“Ooh, yeah I like my aura.” Josh laughed. “What about yours?”

“Indigo and purples can represent a connection to a higher self, being able to ‘see’ others for who they truly are. Which I fully believe because I’ve been able to tell when someone has been lying to me quite a few times, I’ve become very intuitive as I’ve learned about everything.”

“You don’t get to be where you are as a woman in this industry by being dumb, that’s for sure.” Josh smiled at Harlow, and she returned it.

“I wish more people could see that.” Josh watched as her smile faltered slightly, her hands slowly falling to her lap, breaking their energy connection.

“They will,” Josh assured her, reaching his hand out and cupping her chin. “You’re a star of your own right, Harlow, much like your namesake.”

“You caught that, huh?”

“Harlow and the Blue Jean Babies?” Josh smirked. “My mother still talks about Jean Harlow and Bombshell. It’s one of her favorite movies.”

“She was something, wasn’t she?” Harlow blinked.

“And you are too.” Josh replied, shaking her head back and forth slightly with a chuckle. He leaned in, lowering his voice as if he was sharing a secret. “You’re gonna be huge, baby.”

“Don’t I know it.” Harlow whispered back, giggling.

Sam felt something tighten in his chest as he watched his eldest brother lean in towards the object of his annoyance, his hand already on her face to hold her in place. Of course his brother would fall for her shit, all that free-spirit nonsense. He would make his move only a week and a half into the tour.

Sam plugged in his bass to the amplifier, plucking the strings and letting the notes thump all too loudly through the speaker, jolting Josh and Harlow apart. He watched her back as Josh stood up, offering her his hands and tugging her up too before she gave him a small wave and moved to leave the stage as Danny and Jake entered. As she passed Sam, leaving behind a trail of her perfume, notes of lavender, patchouli and jasmine floating over to him and causing him to lock eyes with her. Her eyes glimmered as she smiled at him, and Sam merely frowned harder, the lingering image of his brother leaning in to her flashing again in his mind.

“Break a leg tonight, Sam.” Sam only gave her a terse nod to her as he tuned his bass up for the show.

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“Party on our bus tonight, boys!” Josh grinned as he strutted into the green room after the show, rubbing his hands together before going to the rider table and picking up the bottles of booze, tucking them under his arms and heading out, not even bothering to change out of his jumpsuit. Sam sighed, hearing Josh making sure to invite Harlow and the Blue Jean Babies.

“Aww, what, you’re gonna be a party pooper?” Jake teased as he changed, using a towel to wipe the sweat from his body.

“I’m just tired.” Sam mumbled, whipping off his jacket. “I just want to get into my bunk and go to bed.”

“Tough luck, rockstar.” Jake laughed, flicking his little brothers arm. “You chose the lifestyle, you gotta stay up all night and party with us.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Sam pushed Jake away, and continued to change, keeping his grumblings to himself in his head.

As soon as the busses pulled out of the venue, the party was on, Jake, never tired, was already playing a spare acoustic he had stowed away on the bus, enjoying being in control of the music that everyone sang along to. Heady smoke filled the bus and Sam had to admit, he was feeling a bit better, even with Harlow singing a few feet away from him.

He stood next to Billy in the tight space, both of them being on-lookers as Danny gently spun Harlow around to the music, taking the small joint from her lips and placing it in his.

“This is wild, man,” Billy muttered, taking a sip of his beer as he watched on. Sam quirked an eyebrow at the guitarists admission.

“This is one of the most tame parties I think we’ve ever had.” Sam chuckled. Billy shook his head.

“Not the party…well yes, the party, but the fact I’m here. We’re here.” he shook his head. “I never would’ve thought it would happen.”

“Life works out like that,” Sam shrugged.

“Not life.” Billy shook his head. “Her.” he used the hand holding his beer to gesture towards Harlow.

“I’m sure you could have made it here without her.” Sam scoffed, barely hiding his sour feelings. Billy just shook his head and smiled.

“I’ve known that girl since we were in diapers.” Billy sighed wistfully. “I’ve never met anyone else with the determination and drive to do something like she has. We always dabbled in music together, we really thought we were gonna be the next Peter, Paul and Mary, just missing the Peter.”

“And then you found one, and then a drummer.” Sam chuckled.

“Yeah, she went into the city one weekend, and came back and was so fiercely determined to make this band happen. My dad almost killed us, running up the electricity bill and making all that noise. But she started going out and booking us shows. Dive bars, legion halls, anywhere that would take us. And somehow within a few months, something clicked and we started booking clubs, and bigger shows, and then you and your brother came into our lives and suddenly we’re on a giant tour with one of the biggest rock bands the world has ever seen.”

Sam sipped his beer again, selfishly thinking to himself that the trajectory of their careers were double because of him, for putting Harlow in her place when she was still just Brandy Lawson, and second for letting them come on the tour.

“It’s just really incredible.” Sam nodded, smiling at Billy as the smell of jasmine and lavender hit his senses, now mixed with the smell of tobacco and marijuana. Harlow was standing in front of them, slipping the lukewarm beer from Billy’s hand and taking a large swig of it.

“All the dancing and smoke has me thirsty.” she laughed, she turned to Sam. “What are you wallflowers talking about?”

“You, of course,” Billy smirked. Harlow gave him a wicked smirk back before darting her eyes to Sam.

“Me? Well it was all good, I hope.” Billy reached out, taking Harlow’s hand and twirled her around.

“Just about how determined you were to make it with the band.” Sam regarded her once she was stationary again. Her eyes lit up, the drive that led them all the way to where they were now sparking through the haze in the air. He had hoped the quip regarding her passion would make it feel more like desperation, and embarrass her slightly, but the only glow on her cheeks was from the blush she had worn on stage and the alcohol she had consumed.

“When I want something, I get it.” Harlow replied.

“Is that so?” Sam challenged, raising his eyebrows. The pair stared at one another, a silent conversation existing between them for a few moments before Harlow turned and walked back over to his brothers, joining in on another song.

“She’s not lying.” Billy sighed. “I’ve never seen anyone say no to that girl. Hell, she could sell salt to the ocean.” Sam watched as Harlow took a drink that Josh offered her, the two of them clinking the rims of their plastic cups together before taking sips. He felt a small pang in his stomach as he watched Josh place a hand on her back, nearly feeling sick that his brother would choose to start something with this woman who only seemed keen on getting to the top.

Sam finished off his beer before reentering the party, taking the now roach-sized joint out of the corner of Jake’s mouth and taking a long, deep drag from it. Holding the smoke in his lungs for as long as he could, he slowly let out the stream out of his mouth. His eyes lazily gazed around the small area of the bus, and and he couldn’t help but smile as he watched Danny take over on the guitar for a bit, giving Jake a small reprieve to grab a beer of his own and slowing down the pace.

“Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train,” Danny began singing softly, earning some hollers of excitement at the Joplin tune. It only took a few more lines before everyone else’s voices joined his, even Sam’s.

“When I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans

Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained

And rode us all the way into New Orleans

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana

I's playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues

Windshield wipers slappin' time, I's holdin' Bobby's hand in mine

We sang every song that driver knew”

There was a new air of levity in the entire bus as everyone sat together, singing and swaying. Sam caught Harlow, her arm slung around Billy’s shoulders as they sang, sharing his empty beer bottle as a microphone.

“Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose

Nothin', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no-no

And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues

You know feelin' good was good enough for me

Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee”

And maybe feeling good was going to be good enough for Sam Kiszka, at least on this tour.

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Silver Springs - Part Eleven

Masterlist

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Original Female Character

Warnings: Angst, intense arguing, slight physical altercation between men 18+ only, Minors DNI

A/N: Sammy Nation, I love you so much

WC: 2442

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Coming to the studio hungover was never a good idea. All of the noise and echos and reverb, a nightmare for a sore head. And yet the members of Greta Van Fleet staggered into the studio, worse for wear but there nonetheless.

“Why’d you guys let me drink so much?” Jake groaned quietly, rubbing his eyes under his sunglasses, jostling them off his nose. Every member of the band had dark sunglasses protecting them from the fluorescent lighting that flickered.

“We all drank that much.” Danny muttered back, rubbing his temples. As they got closer to the studio, music was already playing, causing them to stop. The sounds of a guitar tuning up and someone hitting on drums lazily wandered down the hall to them, muffled through the walls and door.

“Did we get the time wrong?” Sam asked, looking to his brothers.

“No, surprisingly, we’re on time.” Josh moved towards the door, hangover be damned, he wasn’t going to let someone take up their studio time and space. Swinging open the door, the rest of the band of brothers filed into the recording studio, standing behind the producer. There were a few others in the room today, but the boys ignored the people around.

Looking into the performance space, they saw Harlow, dressed a flow black dress with layered, asymmetrical hems. A black, lace shawl covered her shoulders and arms, cascading down into bell sleeves at her hands. Behind her were the Blue Jean Babies, focused on their instruments.

Billy and Harlow shared a look before beginning to harmonize together as Billy finger-picked his guitar strings while their drummer steadily thumped the kick drum. The music felt like what you’d hear in a western standoff, staring down the barrel of your enemy’s gun. Exactly what Harlow was going for.

“Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise

Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies.”

No one pretended not to look directly at Sam. Six eyes set on him, sending his skin aflame. Harlow’s voice was rougher than he’d heard it before, her eyes piercing through the dark glass between them as she stared daggers.

“And if you don't love me now

You will never love me again

I can still hear you saying

You would never break the chain (never break the chain)”

“I told you,” Jake mumbled to Josh, recognizing the words she was singing as the one song in the kitchen, the one she never sang out loud that night. “He’s never gonna live this down."

“And if you don't love me now (you don't love me now)

You will never love me again

I can still hear you saying (still hear you saying)

You would never break the chain (never break the chain)”

Sam made a move towards the door to the recording studio, to stop this in it’s tracks when Danny’s hand on his shoulder firmly held him in place.

“No, you’re gonna listen to this.” Danny told him, a stern look on his face. Sam clenched his jaw, turning back to the performance space, as Harlow and the Blue Jean Babies went into another verse.

“Listen to the wind blow, down comes the night

Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies

Break the silence, damn the dark, damn the light

And if you don't love me now

You will never love me again

I can still hear you saying

You would never break the chain (never break the chain)”

Sam watched alongside his brothers as they repeated the chorus twice more, as Billy backed away, plucking out a few more notes before letting the bass take over with a solo that gradually got louder as the drums picked up. Billy came back in, playing as hard as he could as Harlow danced around the mic, spinning and shaking her head like a mad woman letting out all her energy. She came back to the mic, the rest of the band joining her, splitting the last repeated verse with Billy.

“Chain keep us together (running in the shadow)

Chain keep us together (running in the shadow)

Chain keep us together (running in the shadow)”

The producer called a wrap, and Harlow stepped back from the mic, placing a hand on her forehead, a wide grin on her face. Sam would have thought it charming had he not been the subject of the song she was so proud of.

“That was phenomenal!” Josh clapped loudly, making everyone wince. He breezed through the door to the performance space, smiling proudly at Harlow. “When did everyone get here?”

“We got here early this morning,” Billy announced, “Harlow scraped together some cash and we booked a little session before you got here.”

“I see that,” Josh chuckled. The bands visited one another, Harlow decidedly talking to everyone else but Sam, as he awkwardly stood off to the side. Did the rest of the band know what the song was about? Did they hate him like Harlow hated him? Why would he care if her band hated him anyway? His thoughts raced, causing his already aching head to throb harder. Looking up, he caught Billy looking at him, a slight glare to his eyes. Two answers in one millisecond.

“Your playing on that song was crazy, man.” Jake said to Billy. “How did you do that?” the two devolved into a conversation, Jake grabbing his own guitar and mimicking Billy’s actions. They caught the attention of the others, and soon the majority of both bands were jamming together on it, playing the song, everyone singing along, save for Sam, who merely half-heartedly plucked his bass.

“Now this is what he like to see!” turning their heads, they saw Mr. Johnson walking into the performance space. “Collaboration is a beautiful thing, isn’t it?”

“We didn’t know you were going to be here?” Josh looked around, questioning everyone with a look.

“I decided to pop in for a visit, see how the recording process was going.” the man in the suit answered. “And to bring some news.”

“Don’t tell me we’ve been dropped.” Jake cut in, looking deadly serious.”

“Greta Van Fleet is one of our top money makers, it would take a lot to get us to drop you guys.” Mr. Johnson scoffed. “We’ve added a new show at a festival here in Nashville. It’s before you guys set out on the last leg of tour again. It’s a good opportunity to promote for any remaining tickets.

“Congratulations,” Harlow smiled, patting Josh’s shoulder, letting him wrap her in a one armed hug.

“Congratulate yourself, after seeing this little jam session, I think Harlow and The Blue Jean Babies should come together, for at least one song. I can see if I can weasel some extra time for a small set for you guys too.”

“Festivals are big, think, how many bands took off after Woodstock?” Josh murmured in Harlow’s ear, grinning. Harlow nodded, smiling right back.

“Now, get back to rehearsing, this show is next week. And make sure you record that fucking song together, it’s going to smash through the charts after this festival, we’ll want an EP as soon as we can.” Mr. Johnson explained, saying his goodbyes before leaving the studio, the other people that had been in the booth with the producer filing out after him.

“Okay well, let’s get to work.” Jake grinned, starting the guitar work for the song.

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The next week flew by as Greta Van Fleet and The Blue Jean Babies joined forces, work-shopping songs along with the song Harlow had dubbed “The Chain.” Sam tried to talk to her, but she would conveniently disappear when he thought he had her alone. For such a small building, she seemed to have an incredible amount of places to hide. When Greta would switch their time to recording, Harlow and Billy would stay in the building, utilizing a practice room.

When someone would pass by, the music would stop, as if they were keeping a secret, and more than twice they smelled incense wafting from under the door. Apparently Josh was the only one to know what was going on behind the closed door, having come back from a bathroom break smelling like the incense Harlow enjoyed. He went over to talk to Jake, who glanced up at Sam before looking back at his elder brother, grimacing slightly.

“Listen, whatever she’s up to, I don’t care.” Sam sighed, finally done with the looks. “You’re my brothers, you’re supposed to be on my side!”

“And say what, Sam?” Josh tore himself from Jake’s side, walking over to his youngest brother. “Yeah, you did a real great job stringing Harlow along, the whole time you’re still engaged to fucking Cindy! We’re all very proud, Sam!”

“I wasn’t!” Sam insisted sternly, slashing his hand through the air as if to cut through Josh’s words. “I ended it with her before we left for this tour, I swear it.”

“How?” Danny stood up from his drums, hands on his hips. “How did you do it Sam? And don’t fucking lie.” Sam stared at Danny for a solid thirty seconds, mouth pressed into a straight line. “Let me guess, you pushed back the wedding date again, told her you’d talk about it when you came home?”

“We had a fight over it, we didn’t make up!” Sam defended himself, hunching his shoulders and throwing his arms out to his sides. “I figured she would realize it was over!”

“For fuck’s sake Sam!” Jake cried out, staring incredulously at his little brother. “Fucking tell her to her face! Cindy has been in love with you since the seventh grade! And all you’ve done is drag her along for years! And you were gonna do the same fucking thing to Harlow, weren’t you?” Sam made no sound, feeling the anger bubbling up in his body from Jake presuming anything about what he intended with Harlow.

“I wasn’t…” Sam shook his head. “I wasn’t going to do that with Harlow.”

“Oh bull-fuckin-shit, Sam.” Josh rolled his eyes, stepping forward and pointing his long, slender finger into the tall mans chest. “You were going to keep her as yours until the tour was over. A summer camp promise of love letters and visits that never get delivered, the plane never lands. You don’t deserve someone like Harlow, you don’t deserve either of these women.”

“And who says Harlow wasn’t going to do the same thing back? Huh?” Sam was seeing red now, all of his arguments clouding his head and forcing themselves to his tongue. He knew Harlow had no intention of just using him, but he couldn’t stand the continued accusations.

“She said she fucking loves you, Sam!” Josh grabbed Sam, fisting his hands by the collar of his shirt and tugging him closer, glaring at him. “You don’t do that to someone you love!”

“Get off of me, Josh.” Sam warned, glaring down at his brother, clamping his hands on Josh’s wrists, trying to pull him off.

“I should beat the shit out of you.” Josh hissed between clenched teeth. “I should make it so our own mother wouldn’t recognize you when you drag your sorry ass back to her doorstep. But I’m going to give you a chance to make this right.” Sam tried to get out of Josh’s grip, but the shorter of them held tight, pulling Sam even closer.

The room was deadly quietly, Jake and Danny watching closely as Josh seethed. It was rare that he ever got to a point like this, and they stood at the ready, should they need to tear the bookends of the family apart.

“You’re going to make a choice. You have plenty of them to choose from. Choice one, you break it off with Cindy, apologize to Harlow and grovel on your god damn knees she’ll take you back. Choice two, you apologize to Harlow, end things with her for good, and you treat Cindy like the princess she is for the rest of your life. Or Choice three, you apologize to both of them, and you stay out of their fucking lives forever.” Josh stared Sam down, his eyes boring into him as his nostrils flared. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes.” Sam was finally released, the imprints of Josh’s grip still prominent in the cotton of his shirt as it settled back on Sam’s chest. The air in the room was thick and tense, no one wanted to breathe in case Josh’s wrath somehow turned to them.

“Good.” Josh flexed his fingers, rolling his shoulders back. “Let’s get back to work, shall we?”

Down the hall, Harlow sat on the piano bench with Billy, staring at the keys. It wasn’t hard to hear the loud voices of her friends, and in the small studio, it definitely wasn’t difficult to hear the subject matter.

“Hey,” Billy nudged Harlow with his shoulder, trying to break her out of her trance. She blinked a few times, slowly before turning to her best friend. “Maybe he’ll wise up now, and choose you.”

“I don’t know that I’d want him.” Harlow clenched her jaw, shaking her head, positioning her fingers over the keys and playing out the tune they’d been working on. “Who’s to say I wouldn’t end up just like Cindy?” Billy watched her carefully, as if he could see the wall she was building around her heart against Sam.

“I don’t know.” Billy admitted. “I wish I could see the future, tell you that everything turns out the way we want it to.”

“That would be amazing.” Harlow gave Billy a sad smile, causing him to wrap his arm around her back, tugging her into a hug.

“It would be. But we both know not everything happens like that. It’s not always the way we want it to be, but it’s always the way it should be.” Taking a deep breath in, Harlow released it slowly, knocking her head gently against Billy’s.

“When did you get so smart, huh?”

“If it’s any consolation, I will always, always be there for you.” Billy smiled softly, turning as best he could and kissing the side of her head. “From diapers to deathbeds, right?”

“Right.” Harlow could hear Greta Van Fleet starting up again, and shook out her hands, sitting up. “Okay, we have to finish this song before I lose it.” Billy nodded, picking his guitar back up to work on the strum pattern.

“I think this will be our best work yet, Harlow Lawson.”

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Silver Springs - Part Ten

Masterlist

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Original Female Character

Warnings: Angst, drinking, smoking, minor assault (arm being grabbed roughly at a bar!! nothing more!) mentions of blood, violence 18+ only, Minors DNI

A/N: Thanks to everyone and their patience with this update!! As we're heading into the last two or three chapters, we may go bi-weekly, just so I can make sure I give you all the best I can (and also stretch out saying goodbye to Harlow and Sam)! Love you all so much!!

WC: 2943

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Harlow was lucky Jake Kiszka thrived on small amounts of sleep. She kept him up all night, working through the songs that were flowing through her. Cigarettes burned themselves down between her fingers as she paced their home, voicing out lyrics and melodies, harmonies. She would then drop the butt in the ashtray on their coffee table, leaning in to Josh for him to place another between her lips, lighting it for her before she moved away, taking one, single drag and ignoring it the rest of the time she paced.

In her other hand, when there wasn’t a pen, was a whiskey laden highball, courtesy of Jake’s bar, which she helped herself to multiple times. Messy sips and slurps between bars of the songs they were writing. More than once, Josh noticed Harlow wiping a trickle of her drink from her chin as she started to sing before she fully swallowed. Her mind was frantic, more than he had seen her before in her writing process. She was starting to slur her words and trip over the rug.

“Harlow,” Josh rested a hand on her arm, pausing her pacing. “I think you need to get some rest.” Tracing his hand down her elbow, he reached her wrist, feeling her pulse under his fingers, noting it was fast. “Come sit for a few minutes, you’ve been non-stop for hours.”

“I’m fine,” Harlow tried to pull away from him, but Josh kept his hand on her wrist, gazing up at her with a concerned, stern look. Jake stopped his strumming on the guitar in his lap. He’d given up hours ago on following Harlow’s stream of consciousness, merely plucking out melodies softly as she went on. “Josh-“

“Please.” she couldn’t refuse his plea, and sat on the couch, her body finally leaving it’s flight mode. She sank into the cushions, resting her head back. Josh gently took the drink from her hand, setting it away from her on the coffee table. “You should go up to bed.”

“I don’t know that I can fall asleep.” Harlow spoke softly, though her words betrayed how exhausted she was.

“You will,” Josh reached out, brushing her bangs from her eyes. “I think it’s best if you stay here today.” Harlow nodded as Josh continued. “You both need more time away from each other.”

“I never wanna see Sam again.” Harlow’s voice was hard now, but wobbly, as if she was holding back a sob in her throat.

“I’m afraid that’s near-impossible.” Jake gave her sad smile. “At least for a few more weeks. If it makes you feel any better, I plan on kicking his ass so hard he won’t have a face for you to look at.”

“Now that I’d love to see.” Harlow shared a smirk with the younger twin.

“Come on,” Josh stood up, holding his hand out to Harlow. She took it, letting him pull her up from her sunken position on the couch. “Let’s get you tucked in.” Though there were hints of the sun beginning to rise, the pitch black night turning to a blue-gray hue out the windows. Josh brought her back to his bedroom, shutting the curtains to block out as much pale light as he could while Harlow crawled back between his sheets.

“Josh?” the young man hummed, picking up some papers she had written on before she had moved downstairs. “Thank you for everything.” setting the papers down on the nightstand, Josh smiled down at Harlow.

“Don’t sweat it, kid.” he ruffled her hair with a smirk, watching her roll away from him with a laugh and hunker down into bed, the liquor in her blood helping lull her off into a somewhat restful sleep. Josh continued to pick up his bedroom a bit, before going back downstairs and see Jake leaning against the kitchen counter, percolator dutifully making coffee next to him.

“Say what you want about Sam,” Jake murmured, flipping over one of the sheets of paper that littered their house now. “but he inspires one hell of a song.” Josh stood next to him, leaning over to see what was scrawled onto the paper. This was one Harlow hadn’t sang out loud, that he could tell, the words were unfamiliar, no melody playing in his head as he read them. “She’s mad as hell, man.”

“She has every right to be.” Josh took the paper from Jake’s hand, setting it on the counter. “Let’s just hope he’s ready to face her wrath.”

“You think it’s going to be bad?” Jake quirked an eyebrow.

“I don’t think Sam is ever going to live this down.” Josh answered, nodding solemnly.

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Harlow had slept through most of the day, waking up in the late afternoon, and calling a cab to take her back to her hotel. Josh and Jake had gathered up her writings, and she carried them carefully with her. When she was back in her own room, she took the time to shower, letting the past twenty-four hours wash away from her skin, her hair, everything but her mind. She had woken, set on satisfaction, and knew what she had to do.

“Billy, it’s Harlow.” she spoke into the phone, sat on her bed, wrapped in a towel. Her hair was still dripping as she twirled the phone cord around her finger. “How fast can you and the guys get to Nashville?”

“Why?” Billy answered, sounding curious. “We’re not supposed to meet up until next week when we resume tour.”

“Inspiration struck, and I need you here.” was all the explanation Harlow gave. Billy waited for more, the there was nothing else for her to say.

“Okay, yeah. Give me a day to get everyone together.” Billy sighed into the phone, thinking about how much work it was going to be to wrangle up the rest of the band early. “Where are we meeting?” Harlow gave him the address to her hotel, saying goodbye shortly after. Sauntering back to the bathroom, she opened her makeup caddy, preparing for the night ahead.

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The bar was loud and crowded, just like Harlow was hoping. She sat at the sticky bar, drinking her second whiskey sour of the night. Every so often, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror behind the bar, smiling at the light, iridescent blue shimmer adorning her eyelids. Small lines of black liner flicking out into small points at the outer corners of her eyes gave her a sultry expression.

Her light brown hair was darker in the dim lighting of the bar, adding to the look. She was considering going to a salon in the morning and darkening her locks permanently when an arm slung over her shoulders, catching her off guard.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing at a shithole like this?” glancing up, Harlow was met with bright green eyes and a charming smirk.

“Don’t you know?” she sent back a smirk of her own. “Shitholes serve the best whiskey.” She took her drink and knocked it back, setting the empty glass back on the bar.

“A whiskey woman, huh?” the man leaned against the bar, an impressed smirk on his face. Harlow resisted rolling her eyes. “I like that.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?” Harlow turned slightly on her stool, giving the man a playful yet quizzical look.

“Means they don’t mind a little pain with their pleasure.” Harlow almost laughed out loud, but kept her composure, hoping her biting her tongue came across as trying not to smile.

“How about you buy me another drink and we can talk about that a little more?”

“Can I get your name?”

“Harlow.” was all she offered, waiting for him to respond.

“Richard.”

Time spent flirting with a stranger was time well spent in Harlow’s book. Richard was good-looking enough, a few times she wondered if she should bother taking him back to her hotel room. He was funny enough to make her genuinely laugh a few times, and she didn’t hate the way his hand would rest on her knee.

It wasn’t until her name was called that she tore her eyes away from him, spotting Josh and Jake across the bar. Harlow smiled at them, giving them a nod that she saw them before starting to turn towards Richard again. As her eyes scanned the bar, her smile fell. She had spotted Danny while her smile was still in place, but quickly her eyes found Sam next to him. They were talking and looking around, presumably for Jake and Josh who were already starting to sit at a table.

As the crowd parted around Sam and Danny, letting them through, Harlow’s eyes spotted movement behind Sam. She caught a glimpse of Cindy, almost straight out of a movie as she shook her hair from her face, smiling happily as she followed Sam.

“Wait, that’s-“ Richard looked from Jake and Josh to Harlow. “You know Greta Van Fleet?”

“It would seem that way.” Harlow’s interest was long gone now. All she wanted to do was finish her drink and leave, before Sam could spot her too. It was only a matter of time before Josh invited her to the table.

“Hey, can you like, get me into a show?” Harlow looked up to Richard, who looked at her expectantly. “I think they have a show coming up in a few weeks, right?”

“Yup,” Harlow took a long sip of her drink, hoping the one word answer would give him the hint. He didn’t, instead he leaned in, lowering his voice with a smirk on his face.

“I’ve never slept with a groupie before.” Harlow froze, knowing that when he said ‘groupie’ he absolutely meant her.

“And you never will.” she said, taking the rest of her drink and splashing it into his face. “Thanks for the drinks, Dick. For the record, I’m not a groupie, I’m their fucking opening act.”

“You frigid bitch!” Richard grabbed Harlow’s upper arm, squeezing tightly, causing her stumble off her barstool as he tried to pull her up to his eye level. The way he glowered at her made her face burn with embarrassment, like when your mother would scold you in front of your friends.

“Everything okay here?” Sam’s voice was hard, his mouth pressed into a stern line. He had been watching Harlow interacting with the young man since he stepped foot in the bar and spotted her. When the man leaned in, Sam made the excuse of checking on the table’s drink order to get closer, maybe hear what they were saying.

“We’re fine.” Richard turned back to Harlow. “You can have your slut back.” he let go of Harlow, tossing her back from him as if she burned him. Catching herself on the stool, she saw everything in slow motion.

“The fuck did you just call her?” before anyone could stop it, Sam had reared his arm back, thrusting his fist into Richard’s face. Blood began pouring from Richard’s face, pooling in his palm as he grasped his nose, shouting in pain. “Don’t you ever let me hear you talk about her that way, do you understand me?”

“You’re fucking crazy.” Richard backed away, glaring at Harlow and Sam before finally turning and retreating towards the front door of the bar. Straightening herself, Harlow cleared her throat, avoiding eyes as the bar went back to their own business.

“Are you okay?” Sam was next to her now, eyes raking over her body.

“I’m fine.” she replied shortly. “I could’ve handled it.”

“I know,” Sam sighed. “Harlow-“

“Hey, what the hell happened?!” Josh was wide-eyed, looking at Harlow. His eyes fell to her bicep, where an angry red handprint was fading.

“A guy just got a little handsy, that’s all.” Harlow gave Josh a smile, one he saw right through. “I’m fine, Josh. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go home.”

“No, hey, come have a drink with us.” Josh pleaded. “That guy could be outside waiting, come sit with us for a little bit.” Harlow fought a glance towards Sam. As much as she wished, she couldn’t stay petty forever.

“Fine. One drink.”

Harlow was true to her word. One drink. Jake, Josh and Danny, however, had plenty, and were making it known. Jake, having recently learned Harlow’s government name, was overjoyed to find ‘Brandy’ by The Looking Glass on the bars jukebox. He held Harlow’s hand to his chest, a drunken, sloppy grin on his face as he sang to her, Danny’s arm wrapped around his shoulder and singing one of the most off-key harmonies she’d ever heard.

“The sailors say Brandy-that’s YOU!- you’re a fine girl!” Jake pointed to Harlow as he sang. “What a good wife you would be! Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea!” Danny dutifully coming in with the bridge harmonies. Once the song was over, Jake left, mumbling about it not being long enough and getting change from the bartender. Harlow was left alone at the table for a few moments of peace.

Or so she thought.

“They really like you.” Harlow turned in her seat, seeing Cindy now sitting next to her where Josh had been.

“You think?” Harlow laughed a bit, glancing back at Jake who was in a heated argument about replaying the song with the bartender, pointing back to her.

“I’ve known these boys since grade school.” Cindy smiled softly, her green eyes shimmering in the light. Harlow took in her face as Cindy explained their childhoods. Her face was bare, her summer tan being the only makeup she wore. Of course, she was naturally beautiful. She didn’t need the shimmers and shadows and lipsticks. Harlow felt suddenly overdone, no longer sultry, but instead like a clown, caked with makeup. “They’ve always been careful about who they let in. Not because they’re mean or a clique, but…when these boys care for someone, love someone? They love hard.”

“I can see that.” Harlow nodded, slowly turning her glass on it’s napkin, watching the melting ice dance inside.

“I thought for a minute when we met you were with Josh.” Cindy smiled sheepishly.

“No, no.” Harlow shook her head. “We have a connection, but it’s…it’s more of platonic soulmates, I think.” Cindy nodded, tucking her silky hair behind her ear. “They’ve all been wonderful to us, me and my band.”

“That’s good. When they see talent, they support it.” Cindy nodded. A small silence fell between the two women before Cindy began idol chit-chat again. Harlow was waiting, waiting for the shoe to drop, for Cindy to ask if she was sleeping with her fiancé. But if she knew what was going on, Cindy made no mention. No hint that she knew what Sam and Harlow had been up to over the past few months. And Harlow found her so sweet and kind, she wouldn’t be the one to tell her.

Harlow bit the tip of her tongue as the question bubbled up her throat during a small lull, the liquor in her system having began to wane, but she would blame it nonetheless.

“How long have you and Sam been engaged?” Cindy’s smile burst open, her bright, pearly teeth nearly blinding Harlow in the dim bar.

“Technically since our senior year.” she explained, looking dreamily across the bar, where Sam was in a conversation with someone, laughing at a joke. Harlow’s heart panged sharply in her chest. She wanted nothing more in that moment than to go up and wrap her arms around his waist, sidling into his side and giggle with him at the joke, enjoying his warmth. But as she glanced to Cindy, she saw the same expression, full of love and admiration. Another crack in Harlow’s heart.

“Wow, that’s a long time to be engaged.”

“Oh yeah, well we were going to get married that July.” Cindy rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “But then the band took off, so we postponed it. And then one tour after another as they built up their success. There just hasn’t been time.”

“I get that.”

“How about you, anyone special?” Harlow snorted. What an ironic question for her to ask.

“Did you see what happened at the bar earlier?” she asked. Cindy took a moment, then nodded and laughed, realizing how silly her question was. “No, not at the moment.”

“Well, there’s someone for everyone.” Cindy said. “A lid for every pot, as my granny used to say.”

“Your granny sounds wise.” Harlow mused, a small laugh. She hated this. Every second of it. Cindy was a good person, trying to get to know the woman who had been sleeping with her fiancé.

“She was. Listen, I’m so glad there’s another girl here. Sometimes being with all of them, it drives me nuts!” Cindy laughed, pulling a face, and doing it beautifully. “I really hope we can become great friends.” Harlow swallowed down the bile rising in her throat now.

“I do too.” she softly agreed. “Will you excuse me for a moment?” Cindy nodded, and Harlow quickly got up, heading towards the bathroom. Gripping the dingy sink, she tried to calm herself. Guilt wracked her body, tears stinging her eyes, surprising her that she had any left after the past twenty-four hours.

Looking in the mirror, Harlow took in her appearance. Sweaty, mascara running, she turned on the faucet splashing her cheeks to wipe away the black streaks. When she was done, she re-examined herself. This Harlow was different. This Harlow was not the Harlow from days gone by.

This Harlow was going to get her revenge on Samuel Kiszka.

For her, and for Cindy.

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Silver Springs - Part Nine

Masterlist

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Original Female Character

Warnings: Smut, fingering, oral (f!receiving) unprotected sex , angst 18+ only, Minors DNI

A/N: Sammy Nation....just remember I love you.

WC: 3824

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Josh hadn’t been joking about the 6AM pick up, knocking sharply on the door to Harlow’s hotel room at 5:59AM. Answering the door in a long, familiar looking t-shirt while rubbing sleep from her eyes, she let him in. Papers were strewn about, scribbles all over them. Her room smelled like her perfume, burnt coffee and cigarettes. From the looks of the clothes strew about, it looked like her suitcase had also exploded when her notebook did, scattering tops and dresses around the room.

“The sun is barely up.” Harlow whined, walking into the bathroom and grabbing her toothbrush. Josh leaned against the doorframe, watching her as she continued mumble-mouthed complaints through toothpaste foam. “The water is probably going to be frigid cold when we get there.”

“It’ll have a few hours to warm up.” Josh shrugged. Harlow finished brushing her teeth, grabbing a comb from the countertop and running it through her hair. As she did her hair, the hem of her shirt raised, and Josh caught a glimpse of a small, thumb-sized bruise on her thigh. Clearing his throat, he glanced back around the apartment, noting now that there had been a faint, constant tone ringing in the room. his eyes caught the phone off the hook on the bedside table, pushed across the surface.

“Didn’t care for you wake up call?” his question caused Harlow to pause. Looking into his eyes in his reflection in the mirror.

“I didn’t care for the sweet nothings telling me goodnight.” she answered softly, clearing her throat and going back to tackling a small knot at the bottom of her hair. Josh sighed sharply through his nose, knowing his own younger brothers persistence.

“Today is all about relaxation, anyway.” Josh brought the small smile back to his face.

“Is that why we’re up so early?” Harlow yawned, moving past him and going to her suitcase on the floor by her bed, scrounging through it and pulling out a pair of dark blue bikini bottoms. As she searched through her rumpled clothes for the top, Josh plopped onto the foot of her bed. Her chaotic searching amused him, tossing more clothes up into the air and around the room before she proclaimed triumphantly she found the top, moving back to the bathroom to change.

“Well, the first half one be that relaxing, depending on how you look at it.” Josh chuckled. “We have to hike to the beach.”

“Hike!?” Harlow popped her head out of the bathroom, her bare shoulder giving tell that she was still half dressed. “Josh you said nothing about a hike!”

“It’ll be good for you!” he proclaimed. “Now hurry up, we’re already behind schedule because of your lazy ass.” he heard Harlow continue grumbling as she got dressed, walking out and grabbing a pair of jean shorts off the chair and stepping into them, tugging them up her legs. Josh watched again as she searched for a clothing item.

“Do you see a yellow halter top?” Harlow asked, lifting a few things up and looking around Josh on the bed, digging through the folds and wrinkles of the twisted sheets. Josh looked around a bit before shaking his head. “Oh, I must’ve left it as Sa-“ Harlow stopped herself. “I must’ve forgot to pack it.”

“It’s okay, you know.” Josh said softly. “You’re both very bad at sneaking around.” Harlow turned to Josh, a blush across her face.

“It just…” Josh stood up, standing in front of Harlow, placing his hands on her shoulders. He bent down slightly, making sure she was making eye contact with her.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me.” he smiled softly. “The heart wants what it wants. No matter how frustrating or annoying the thing that it wants is.”

“I wish my heart wanted someone like you.” Harlow half-smiled, letting Josh pull her in for a soft hug.

“You couldn’t handle me, sweet thing.” Josh murmured to her. “Now come on, let’s get going.”

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The hike to the beach was an hour long, and Harlow wasted no time in crashing down the pebbled shore into the water. Josh’s beach was part of a river, a large mouth that fed into a small lake. Her sore feet splashed into the water as she tossed her shoes back behind her. The sun was beating down hot on them,

The two splashed around in the water for a while before settling on a large picnic blanket laying out on a patch of sunny grass. They had stopped at a store on their way to the trail, packing up a small, handled cooler with ice and drinks, and a few snacks. Harlow popped a grape into her mouth as she listened to Josh tell a story about how once Jake had tried drowning him in a lake similar to this, close to their home as children. Her laughter was interrupted but voices coming from the trail, catching their attention.

“Well hey there!” Danny and Sam poked their heads our from a few trees as they made their way into he clearing. Sam was wearing short red swim trunks and a loose, open button down, where Danny had chosen longer trunks, and a tank top. Harlow turned away quickly, looking back out to the water and focusing on a few ducks that were swimming nearby.

“Couldn’t help yourselves, huh?” Josh deadpanned, raising an eyebrow at the duo. Danny shrugged as he settled on the blanket next to Josh. Sam stood awkwardly at the edge, not sure if he should sit near Harlow, who refused to look at him, or squeeze in with Josh and Sam. He settled at the edge of the blanket, closer to Harlow but still keeping a distance.

“Not my fault I had the same idea as you.” Danny shrugged, reaching over Josh and grabbing a handful of grapes from the container. Using his thumb, he popped one into his mouth, smiling innocently at Josh. “Harlow, that blue is a nice color on you.”

“Thank you, Danny.” she responded, glancing over to to the curly headed man. As she turned back to focus on the ducks, her eyes skimmed across Sam, who was watching her with a half-frown on his face. She turned away, searching for the waterfowl when she felt a hand on her calf. Snapping her head back, Sam was kneeling in front of her.

“Can we go talk?” he asked softly, blinking up at her. Harlow clenched her jaw gently before answering.

“Fine.” Harlow ignored Sam’s hand to help her up, pushing herself up off of the blanket and slipping her shoes back on, storming off towards the trail. Sam followed her, leaving Josh and Danny exchanging looks on the blanket, wondering if either of them would come back alive.

Harlow forged a path down the trail, making sure they were a ways from any prying ears. When she was satisfied, she whipped around, hands on her hips.

“Talk.” was all she said as she stared at Sam.

“Harlow, I’m sorry.” he sighed, stepping closer. Harlow watched him with sharp eyes.

“You can’t talk to me like you do.” Harlow shook her head. “You can’t treat me like an imbecile in front of your brothers and producers and expect me to crawl into your fucking bed and open my legs for you.”

“I know, I-“

“It hurts Sam,” Harlow took a step closer to him now, he could see tears swelling up on her lash line. “I thought we were past this.”

“We are, I was just caught up in the moment, and didn’t realize I had snapped at you like that.” Sam expressed his regret, his wide brown eyes studying her. “I didn’t mean it towards you, not like that.”

“How did you mean it, Sam?!” Harlow threw out her hands, exasperated.

“I’m used to working with my brothers!” Sam matched Harlow’s energy. “We talk like that to each other all the time! I was arguing with Jake and it was like if one of them cut in!” Harlow rolled her eyes. “Harlow, please.” Sam was quieter now as he reached forward, taking her hands in his and holding them to his chest, closing the gap between their bodies. “I’m sorry.”

“Sam,” Harlow breathed out, leaning into him. “Stop making a fool of me, please.”

“Never again, baby.” Sam let go of one of her hands, taking the back of her head in his hand and bringing her forward for a kiss. He dropped her other one and grabbed her waist, pulling her in closer to his body as her fingers dug into the material of his loose button down. When they parted, he pulled her towards the woods off the trail, and she followed, stepping over the various failed branches and leaves.

Sam pulled her far off the path, to the point Harlow was getting concerned they’d get lost, but they stopped by a large boulder. Sam backed her up against it, resuming their kiss from the trail. His lips were hungrier this time, trying to taste every inch of her, as if their one night apart had been fifty torturous years.

“Let me make it up to you?” Sam murmured against her lips, his hands traveling down her bare torso, to the ties at the side of her bikini bottoms. Harlow nodded and he pulled again, licking and kissing down her front as he knelt to the ground, ignoring the feeling of pebbles and twigs digging into his skin. Pressing kisses to her thighs, he slowly unraveled the knots at her hips, pulling the front of her bottoms down.

Harlow felt the anticipation of his touch bubbling in her abdomen, something she didn’t think she would ever grow out of, and sighed with relief she didn’t realize she was craving as soon as the pad of his middle finger grazed her clit. Whining softly, she bucked her hips towards his hand, making Sam smile.

“Patience, baby,” Sam looked up at her through his lashes, causing her knees to turn to jello. “Let me taste you.” his large hands grabbed at Harlow’s thighs, parting them as she leaned back against the boulder. The position was awkward, the stone barely grazing her middle back, but was enough to angle her body for Sam to delve into her core, his tongue slowly lapping through her slick folds.

“Oh fuck,” Harlow moaned. “Sam, oh!”

“Shh,” Sam pulled away from her, smirking. “Don’t want Josh and Danny to come looking for us, do we?” Harlow shook her head and put her hand on the back of Sam’s ushering him back to her pussy. Chuckling, Sam licked his lips, adjusting his place on his knees and diving back in. Harlow tossed her head back as his tongue gently circled her clit, applying pressure just right to get her to buck her hips, and alternating between flat, long licks.

Harlow could feel her legs begin to shake as he worked her closer and closer to the edge, her fingers tangling in his hair and cradling the back of his head and his hands gripped her quaking thighs.

“Sam, Sam, don’t stop, please!” Harlow whined in a whispered shout. Her fingernails were scraping against his scalp and the boulder as she held herself up. “Right here, right there don’t fucking stop!” Sam could feel a tired ache setting in his jaw as he continued eating her out, feeling her body trembling above him. “Yes! God!” Sam smiled against Harlow’s pussy, lapping up her wetness as she came on his tongue.

Sam couldn’t hold himself back, he removed himself from her, palming his rock hard cock in his swim shorts before tugging them down and near-crushing Harlow’s body against the boulder. She brought a hand between their bodies, gathering her slick with her fingers and wrapping them around him with a firm grip, pumping him slowly as he licked into her mouth with a small growl, letting her taste herself.

One of Sam’s hands slid under Harlow’s thigh, hitching it to his hip and removing her hand from his cock, gliding the head through her folds. He moaned as she wrapped an arm around his shoulders, gyrating against until he finally pushed in, making her moan. She was already clenching around him, and Sam set at a slow, hard pace.

“Faster,” Harlow breathed. He nuzzled into her neck, biting the skin gently.

“You really wanna get caught, huh?” Sam chuckled, wrapping an arm around her back and reaching down, squeezing her ass cheek before giving it a playful slap.

“Don’t care,” she shook her head. “Just want you.”

“You have me.” Sam kissed her, but gave in, picking up his pace, deciding that rutting into her would be better than the sound of their skin slapping together echoing through the woods. The hairy trail to his pelvis scratched against Harlow’s bare skin, her clit rubbing against his just atop the base of his cock.

“God fuck Sam, that feels so good!” she cried softly in his ear. “I’m gonna cum,”

“Fuck you’re so tight baby,” Sam grunted back. “Cum on my cock for me, I need it. Baby cum for me.” Harlow ground her hips against Sam’s thrusts, leaning forward and biting down on his shoulder to muffle her cry as she came. The feeling of the bite coursed through him, causing his hips to stutter as he emptied himself inside her, clutching Harlow’s body to his.

She was whispering something, as the blood rush subsided and he didn’t have his heartbeat pounding in his ears anymore, he tried to focus on the words.

“What baby?” he asked softly. “You don’t have to be quiet anymore, what are you saying?”

“I love you,” Harlow mumbled into his neck, pressing a kiss at the hollow of this throat. Sam pulled back, taking one of his hands and brushing her hair back as he gazed down on her, a soft smile tugging the corner of his lips.

“Harlow, I-“

“Are you guys done making up?!” Josh’s voice rang through the trees. “I’d like to get back to the car before sundown!” Sam squeezed his eyes shut as Harlow giggled, leaning back against the rock and readjusting her bottoms, tying the ties into double knots. Sam stuffed himself back into his short and held out his hand.

“Let’s get back before Josh comes to find us.”

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The next week of rehearsals and recording was better than it ever had been. Sam and Harlow didn’t have to run around and hide, and Sam had been able to keep his attitude in check, save for a few minor slips with his brothers.

They were working on a new song Sam and Harlow had worked on together shortly after their reconciliation, finally working it out to play it in full for recording. Josh, loving the vibes, demanded perfection so they could all record playing together to keep the energy up. After a few tries of the song, he decided to step back, letting Sam take the lead vocals with Harlow.

“All I want is to see you smile” Sam sang into the mic in front of him and his bass.

“If it takes just a little while

I know you don't believe that it's true

I never meant any harm to you”

“Don't stop thinking about tomorrow

Don't stop, it'll soon be here

It'll be better than before

Yesterday's gone, yesterday's gone” Harlow joined him for the chorus, holding her mic in her hand and the cord in the other, dancing around and grinning as she sang the lyrics to the chorus. Soon Jake, Danny and Josh’s voices followed for the final chorus and fade out.

“Don't stop thinking about tomorrow

Don't stop, it'll soon be here

It'll be better than before

Yesterday's gone, yesterday's gone!”

Harlow danced her way over to Sam’s mic, leaning into it and singing with him, keeping eye contact as he smiled back at her, his eyes glimmering with adoration.

“Don't you look back

Ooh don't you look back

Ooh don't you look back”

As soon as the producer let them know the track was done recording, Harlow spun around, giggling and dancing back over to her stand to put her mic back.

“You guys, that song,” Jake shook his head with a smile. “It’s really good. You I can see, but Sam helped come up with it?”

“Hey!” Sam shouted from behind her, though his voice was good natured. Jake continued to banter playfully with his brother as Josh and Danny talked to Harlow about the song.

Harlow glanced over to Sam from her mic, proud of their song, and hoping to see the same feeling in his demeanor. Sam made a move to walk over to her as he set his bass on the holder, words seemingly at his parted lips when the door to the studio swung open, distracting them.

“Sammy!” A tall young woman, with pin straight raven colored hair down past her bottom, flew into the room. Sam turned away from Harlow, just in time to catch the woman as she jumped towards him. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and legs around his waist, and her lips planted themselves right on Sam’s.

Harlow furrowed her brow, watching Sam and this woman kiss in front of her, the former seemingly not doing anything to stop it.

“That sounded amazing!” the woman grinned when she pulled away. “I missed hearing you sing, why didn’t you tell me you were back in town, baby?!”

“Baby?” Harlow mumbled under her breath. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she turned her head, seeing Josh standing there with pursed lips.

“I uh, I didn’t-“ Sam stammered as the woman lowered herself from her arms, taking his face between her palms and shaking his head, making his long hair move around him.

“Did you guys add a new band member or something?” the dark haired woman glanced behind Sam to see Harlow. “Your voice was really good!”

“Thanks…” Harlow accepted the compliment with a tight smile.

“I’m Cindy,” she extended her hand out towards Harlow. Her smile was kind and breathtaking, Harlow had a hard time not smiling back more genuinely. Harlow shook Cindy’s hand, exchanging her name as well. “It’s so nice to meet you!”

“You too, Cindy.” Harlow glanced back to Josh.

“Cindy is Sam’s fiancé.” Josh shot a glare over Cindy’s shoulder at Sam, who was standing there, tight-lipped and cheeks red, glancing between Harlow and Cindy. As she swallowed down her anger, Harlow let her eyes flicker to Sam and back to his fiancé.

“Congratulations,” Harlow nodded toward them. “To the both of you. If you’ll excuse me…” Harlow moved around the happy couple, leaving the studio and storming down the hall, finding an empty practice room and locking herself in. She rested against the closed door, doing her best to take slow, deep breaths but failing as she felt her heart cracking in her chest.

“Stupid, stupid girl!” she hissed to herself under her breath, kicking her leg and sending the small piano bench sailing across the tiny room into the wall, clattering with a music stand as it tumbled to the ground. A soft knock on the door startled Harlow further, and she stopped moving and breathing until a voice spoke up.

“It’s Josh, Harlow.” his voice was low and soft, and she opened the door to him. Pushing it open he stepped inside, watching her pace as he kicked it shut behind him with the heel of his shoe. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Harlow waved him off.

“No, I should have said something.” Josh shook his head. “We all pretty much thought it was over before we left on our tour. That’s what he told us.”

“I slept in his bed. Fucked him in their bed.” Harlow laughed bitterly. “I’m a fucking fool.”

“You didn’t know.” Josh reasoned with her, reaching out and stopping her from wearing a hole in the already threadbare remnant carpet.

“I told him I loved him. He said he’d never make a fool of me again!” Harlow stared at Josh, tears brimming in her eyes. “At the beach. I’m his lover and his fool, and that’s it.”

“Brandy,” Josh whispered, using her real name, causing the tears to spill over and cascade down her cheeks. Throwing herself into Josh’s chest, he cradled her there, kissing the top of her head. He let her sob in his chest, resting his cheek on her head and swaying her gently back and forth.

Once she had calmed down a bit, he pulled back, taking her face in his hands and wiping the remaining tears off her cheeks with his thumbs.

“Let’s go get a drink, okay? There’s that bar down the street, we’ll get nice and liquored up, and then we’ll dance the night away on the bar top until they kick us out.” Josh have Harlow a half-hearted smile and she sniffled.

“I’d rather just go crawl into to bed.” she murmured. “Can I stay at your place? i just don’t want to be alone.”

“Of course.” Josh nodded. “Jake and I would love to have you. Come on, we’ll call it an early day for us singes, let the back up band do the heavy lifting for the rest of the afternoon.” Josh finished drying her tears, pressing a kiss to her forehead and ushered her out the room and studio.

Harlow laid in Josh’s bed that night, playing with a frayed end of his comforter. As she laid beside her friend in the dark, she wondered, was Sam with Cindy right now? Was she laying in the spot she laid in only days before? Was he making love to her the way he did to Harlow? Did Cindy run her fingers over the birthmark on his underarm, making him laugh and squirm from it tickling?

“Stop those thoughts.” Josh placed a hand over hers, halting her fidgeting.

“Easier said than done.” Harlow murmured. “I hate this.”

“I know.”

“It’s like…” Harlow sighed, rolling over onto her back and staring up at the ceiling. “Since the moment we met, there’s been this rope or-or chain tethering us together…” Josh watched Harlow as she explained, licking her lips before continuing. “Damn him. Damn everything about him and his fucking lies.” Harlow laid in silence for a few moments, then sprang up, startling Josh.

“What? What is it?!”

“I need paper!” she scrambled out of his bed and Josh did the same, grabbing a pad of paper off his nightstand and thrusting it and a pen towards Harlow. She began scribbling, pacing around his bedroom. Josh watched as she worked, jumping again when a voice sounded next to him.

“Everything okay? I heard shouting.” Jake yawned.

“Get your guitar.” Harlow commanded the younger twin, not looking up from the page. “We have a song to write.”

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Silver Springs - Part Eight

Masterlist

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Original Female Character

Warnings: Light smut, angst 18+ only, Minors DNI

WC: 1840

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“Sam,” Sam’s eyebrows crinkled, taking in a deep breath as someone tried to rouse him from his sleep. “Sam, wake up.” he could feel smooth skin against his own, rubbing his legs and a hand caressing his torso. Instead of listening to them, he stretched his body, lifting his arms above his head. Feeling the bed shift around him, a weight landed on his left side. He felt lips moving up and down his arm, tracing the birthmark on his underarm.

“Do you want me to play housewife?” Harlow’s voice filtered in his ears. “Go into the kitchen in nothing but your shirt, making you eggs and bacon and coffee?” Sam couldn’t help the lip twitch at the visual of Harlow bringing him breakfast in bed, scantily dressed. “I know you can hear me, Samuel.”

“Mm, let me stay like this for a while longer.” Sam reached his right arm down around Harlow, bringing her closer to his body. She placed another kiss on his birthmark before snuggling into his embrace, laying her head on his shoulder. It felt like only a few seconds ticked by before her body was restless again, her legs moving between his, her fingers tapping gently on his chest. “Alright.” with a rough groan he enclosed her in his arms, rolling the both of them over, settling between Harlow’s legs. He let the tip of his nose graze against hers.

“What? I was finally falling back asleep!” Harlow smirked. Sam snorted through his nose, pressing kisses down her jaw and neck.

“Sure you were.” Sam laughed softly against her skin. He reached up with one hand, gathering her wrists that were relaxed above her head, the other trailing down her body, the rough calluses leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He let them slip between her legs, through the small, trimmed patch of hair on her pelvis and down through her folds. Harlow let out a soft moan. “Is this what you wanted, baby?”

“Mhm,” Harlow hummed, arching her back as Sam’s middle finger circled her clit. “Gotta get my fill before I leave to show up to the studio, what was it? Fifteen minutes before you?”

“Or after.” Sam left a hot kiss under Harlow’s ear. “Preferably after, so I look better.” Harlow laughed, the sound turning into a breathy sigh as his finger slipped down further, pressing inside of her. He started a slow, torturous pace, making Harlow wiggle her lips impatiently.

“Sam,” she whined, shifting on his bed. “Come on, for once just give it to me.”

“And let that ego get bigger?” Sam chided softly, dragging his lips down her chest, nipping her left nipple, making her yip. “What good can come from letting you get what you want?” Harlow snaked a hand from his loose grasp, bringing his head up to hers and kissing his lips.

“So much good,” she giggled. “So, so much. You don’t even know how good I can be to you.” Sam withdrew his hand, popping his middle finger into his mouth, laughing at Harlow’s protests before scooping up her body, heading out of his bedroom and towards the bathroom.

“Well, let’s get you a little more wet and see just what we can do about that.”

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Harlow sat at Danny’s drum kit, the drummer sitting taking a sip from a bottle of beer. Josh stood behind her, his fingers combing through her hair and twisting a few strands here and there, watching with a bored expression as his two brothers argue over a part in the song. On the rug the kick drum rested upon, so did Danny, twirling a drumstick between his fingers. Jake and Sam had been arguing for a while now, and Josh decided instead of inserting himself, to let them duke it out.

“I don’t know how much more of this I can stand.” Danny sighed. Harlow nodded in agreement, piping up from behind the kit. She had a notebook on the top of one of his snares, a pen that had been writing steadily the whole morning now laid down and stagnant.

“Maybe this isn’t that big of a deal to figure out right now.” she called out, interrupting Sam’s rebuttal to something Jake had said. The young men whipped their heads around to look at her.

“Like you even know what you’re fucking talking about.” Sam snapped harshly, causing Harlow to sit up, taken aback. This quip wasn’t dripping with the underlying plans to rile her up, that was a pointed dagger aimed straight at her throat.

“All I’m saying is this doesn’t need to be figured out right this second if it’s causing this big of an issue.” Harlow replied shortly. “But since I don’t know anything, I’ll take my exit.”she stood up, her hair falling from Josh’s hands as she gathered her notebook and pen, stepping around Danny’s kit and stomping to the door.

“Harlow, come on, don’t-“ she heard Danny call after her, cut off as the studio door slammed shut.

“Give her a minute.” Josh stopped the tallest member of the band from getting up, then turned to his youngest brother. “I don’t know who the fuck raised you, but it must not have been my parents. They didn’t raise us to speak to a woman like that.”

Sam was standing with his bass, eyes wide, realizing how he snapped at her.

“I didn’t-“

“I don’t want to hear it, Sam.” Josh snapped. “I’m tired. Jake is tired, Danny is tired, we’re all fucking tired of you two fighting. Whether it’s fake to hide whatever it is you two are doing or not, we’re tired.”

“When she comes back, we’re fixing this.” Jake was standing with his hands on his hips, staring down his little brother. “If we have to take all day, we’re fixing it.”

“Okay,” was all Sam said, hanging his head. He was embarrassed. Embarrassed he snapped that way towards you, embarrassed his brothers saw it and scolded him. It was in the heat of the moment, he would’ve snapped that way at Danny too.

Outside, Harlow was pacing a lit cigarette in her mouth, going over the thousands of ways she could’ve come back at Sam, flaying him to the core with her words. As she paced, she stopped, getting an idea and scrambling to open her notebook. She darted over to the old, wooden picnic table on the side of the building where workers had their lunches. Slivers be damned, she sat on the tabletop, jotting down words in a messy scrawl.

Once she was done, she hopped off the table, storming back into the studio with a force the likes of which the boys had never seen.

“Harlow, I-“ Harlow threw her hand up at Sam’s face, halting his speech as she sat at the piano.

“I don’t care.” she said flippantly. setting her notebook on the music stand. “I wrote a new song. Jake, play this on your guitar.” Harlow began playing a piano riff, repeating it until Jake caught on to her liking. Then she instructed Sam to play a bass line until he did it, as quick as he could to try and make up his prior faux-pas up to her. Danny quickly popped behind his kit, ad-libbing his own beat based off everyone else’s. Harlow began singing, her brows furrowed in concentration and pent-up anger.

“Loving you

Isn't the right thing to do

How can I ever change things

That I feel?”

Sam couldn’t help himself, as he looked over her shoulder at the words she put on paper. He sang the next verse, cutting off her own voice.

“If I could

Baby, I'd give you my world

Harlow turned her head and looked at him stone faced, as if he were once again coming at her. She turned back to the keys, ignoring him and continuing singing.

“How can I

When you won't take it from me?”

The two sang together, the rest of the band watching cautiously on from behind.

"You can go your own way

Go your own way

You can call it

Another lonely day

You can go your own way

Go your own way”

Sam was getting heated again, and took over the next verse.

“Tell me why

Everything turned around

Packing up

Shacking up is all you want to do.” Harlow took over now, striking the keys rougher than she intended.

“If I could

Baby, I'd give you my world

Open up

Everything's waiting for you” Sam joined her for the chorus again, the two of them seeming to get out their frustrations singing the words to each other.

“You can go your own way

Go your own way

You can call it

Another lonely day”

They were repeating the chorus over and over until finally Jake hit a sour note to distract them, though when Harlow turned around, her eyes were fixed in a glare to Sam. He was staring back at her with an unreadable expression. She couldn’t tell if he was angry, proud or sorry with the way his brows were knit together. Josh distracted them by asking to work on a part of the song with her, drawing her attention back to the keys.

They continued working on the song, leaving the animosity in the air to at least hammer down the vibe. When all was said and done, and they were packing up to leave, Josh stopped them.

“I think we need a day off.” he explained. “Let’s all go do our own thing for a day, and come back with a fresh headspace. Can we do that?”

“Sure.” Harlow side-eyed Sam as she agreed, and he nodded his head. “Josh could you give me a ride back to my hotel?” Josh nodded, and Harlow began following him out to his car, stopped by Sam’s hand on her wrist.

“Can I-“

“No.” Harlow’s look cut him. “I think Josh is right. I think I need some time away from you.” Sam’s hand dropped Harlow’s wrist, and he watched her walk over to Josh, and get into his car.

“A beach day sounds lovely, doesn’t it?” Josh glanced over to Harlow as he drove her home.

“Yeah, I guess.” Harlow shrugged, watching the street signs that were becoming more and more familiar pass by.

“I meant, we should go to the beach tomorrow.” Harlow turned to Josh with a soft smirk.

“Aren’t we supposed to be doing our own things?”

“No one wants to go to the beach alone, Harlow.” Josh tilted his head, flashing her a dazzling smile.

“Fine.” she laughed. “Twist my arm.” Josh chattered on about their beach day until he stopped in front of her hotel.

“I’ll be back tomorrow morning to get you, okay?”

“Okay.” Harlow nodded, leaning over and grabbing her things from the floorboard of the passenger seat.

“6 AM sharp!” Josh called out as she stepped away and shut the door, hoping the sound of the metal shutting would muffle the time.

“What?!”

“Bye!”

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Silver Springs - Part Six

Masterlist

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Original Female Character

Warnings: Smoking, drinking, drug use, smut 18+ only, Minors DNI

A/N: Posting a day early because I'm celebrating seeing Greta Van Fleet with my best friend tonight!!!!! I hope you all enjoy this chapter (especially you, Sammy Nation!) and I'll see you on the other side!

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Sam and Harlow merely stared at each other for a few moments before he stepped aside, letting her into his hotel room. She was holding a small clutch bag that Sam hadn’t seen with her earlier, but it was embroidered with violets that matched her jumpsuit. She was visibly nervous, her fingers twitching against the clutch in her hand when they weren’t brushing her bangs out of her face or making sure the straps of her jumpsuit were in place.

The silence between them was wrought with tension again. In the half an hour since their kiss, it had built back up, and neither wanted to be the first to take a stab at deflating it. Harlow cleared her throat gently, looking around the room, at the cheap art hung on the yellowing walls.

“Would you like a drink?” Sam finally uttered, gesturing to the small table in the room. An ice bucket sat, filled with half melted ice, and a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. Sam himself wasn’t a whiskey drinker, but it had been a gift from the hotel for them staying there.

“I’d like an explanation.” Harlow stared straight into Sam’s eyes, making him swallow anxiously. “You kissed me.” Sam ran his tongue over his teeth, nodded gently.

“I did.”

“You lied.”

“I did not.”

Harlow gave Sam an incredulous look before tossing her clutch onto his bed. Her hands found a home on her hips.

“You said you didn’t hate me.” Sam shrugged noncommittally. “That’s a lie.”

“It’s not,” Sam replied. Harlow groaned and splayed her own hand over her face, like she was battling a terrible headache before looking back up at the tall man in front of her. There was a smile of disbelief and aggravation on her face, and she bit her lower lip softly before speaking again.

“You don’t hate me, you just hurl insults at me all day and night for fun?” she scoffed. “This isn’t a schoolyard Sam, you’re not going to push me down on the asphalt and come and kiss my scraped knee when the other boys aren’t looking.”

“And what have you been doing? Hmm?” Sam cocked an eyebrow, folding his arms over his chest, matching her defensive posture. “You antagonize me right back, don’t act like you don’t.”

“Oh please, Sam,” Harlow rolled her eyes. “I stopped that after the first week.”

“You did?” Sam asked mockingly. He gave an exaggerated frown, shrugging his shoulders. “I guess hanging off of my brother twenty-four seven wasn’t to get at me?”

“God, you are truly a narcissist!” Harlow laughed. “Josh is my friend. We had a quick connection but it’s nothing more. At least he got to know me while you were off skulking in the dark.”

“Oh and him holding onto you, his hand on your back, that’s how friends hold one another?” Sam sneered. Harlow’s eyes sparked with recognition, and Sam instantly regretted his words.

“Are you jealous, Sam?” she smirked. “Are you jealous that you think your brother is touching me?”

“I’m not-“

“Oh, but you are. I can see it. You’re positively radiating green.” Harlow nearly giggled as she stepped forward.

“I don’t believe in your aura bullshit, Harlow, that means nothing.”

“I’m not talking about your aura,” she shook her head, nearly giddy. “You can see it in your skin. You look sicker and sicker when one of us mentions Josh.”

“Harlow,” Sam warned as she stepped closer.

“What?” she blinked innocently. “You seem to think I’m so easy I’d let your brother in my bed, let’s talk about it.” when she was point blank in front of him, she stared up into his deep brown eyes, challenging him. “Where do you think I’ve let him touch?”

“I don’t-“

“Don’t what, Sam?” Harlow blinked up at him, cutting him off again and pressing him further. “Are you going to tell me the truth? Do you think I’m fucking your brother? Does the thought of it drive you impossibly mad?”

Sam stayed silent, glowering down at her as his cheeks reddened. Harlow clicked her tongue against the inside of her teeth and hummed satisfactorily.

“Guess I was right.” Harlow moved, grabbing her clutch off the bed and going to pass by Sam. In the blink of an eye, he had her by the upper arms, pressing her back against the wall of his hotel room. Sam’s grip was firm, yet lax, Harlow could rip herself away easily if she wanted to. He pressed his forehead to hers gently, eyes closed, already breathing like he ran a marathon. Harlow’s eyes were wide, waiting for his next move, yet they showed no fear.

“Tell me,” Sam breathed. “Tell me you want me.” his eyes opened slowly, gazing down into hers. “Tell me you want me as badly as I want you.”

Sam’s hands were thrown off of Harlow’s arms as she moved them, and he stumbled back, but quickly regained himself as she threw her arms around his neck, having to hop to her tiptoes even in her platform shoes for her lips to reach his. Sam’s arms wound around her waist, holding her tightly to his body. His palms swept over the silk as one of her hands stayed tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, the other sliding down the front of his shirt and underneath the undone buttons.

Her hand on his skin felt electric, the feeling surging through his veins, causing him to tug her tighter to him. Sam could swear her felt the hair on his arms stand straight up as the taste of leftover champagne on her tongue and her sweet perfume enveloped his senses. Sam’s hands moved up Harlow’s back, rounding her shoulders, gently Sam slid his fingers underneath the thin straps, letting them slide down her shoulders. Harlow’s hands came up, fumbling until she found the two buttons of Sam’s shirt that had been fastened. She undid them and Sam followed her lead, taking the shirt and almost tearing it off his body.

Harlow slipped her arms from the straps, and her jumpsuit fell, leaving her near nude in front of Sam, save for her heels and panties. In the dim lamp light, her eyes sparkled up at him, and Sam thought he could see a hit of insecurity there, but it flickered away as soon as it appeared. Her hand came up, resting on Sam’s bare chest, gently pushing and walking him back until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed.

Catching the hint, Sam let himself sit on the edge of the bed, welcoming Harlow as she straddled his lap, accepting her kiss as her hands wound into his hair. His open palms covered the expanse of her back, rubbing up and down slowly as he held her body to his. Her warm body under his hands felt like no other, his heart was beating out of his chest, whether it was from lack of oxygen between fevered kisses or excitement he wasn’t sure.

Harlow pulled back, shaking her hair back over her shoulders, catching her breath. Her hands fell from Sam’s neck and hair down to Sam’s belt buckle. It felt like an eternity as her hands worked the buckle and the button and fly of his pants before Sam’s erection was finally freed. A sigh tumbled out of his open lips as Harlow grasped him in her fist, pumping him slowly.

Sam was mesmerized by Harlow, watching as she let a string of spit fall from her mouth onto the the tip of his cock, rubbing her hand over it to slicken it, making his thigh twitch. He brought a hand up to the back of her head, fisting in her hair and bringing her forward, locking her lips in a fiery kiss. Her bottom lip was still wet from the spit and Sam eagerly licked it, humming as she squeezed her hand around him. His other hand reached forward moving her panties to the side, letting his fingers glide through Harlow’s fold, a small smirk tugging his lips at how wet she already was.

“Sam,” she sighed, resting her forehead against his, her eyes fluttering closed. Her voice was like honey to him, and he wanted more. He let the rough pads of his fingers circle her clit, causing her to draw in a shaky breath. Her hand had stilled on his cock, her hips thrusting softly against his hand. Sam leaned forward, his lips trailing from her cheek to her neck, nipping softly where her neck and shoulder meet, drawing another moan from her.

Harlow suddenly moved his hand away, startling Sam slightly, but his eyes closed and head fell back as she merely scooted forward on his lap, rubbing her soaked pussy against his hard, straining cock. She was so warm against him, Sam could only imagine her warmth once he was fully inside.

“Say it again,” Harlow’s voice was slightly raspy as she commanded Sam, her body moving against his, bringing his tip closer and closer to her entrance. “Please, Sam, say it.”

“I want you,” Sam groaned, sucking in a sharp breath. “Fuck Harlow I need you.” Harlow grinned devilishly and finally positioned herself over his cock, slowly sinking down. They both let out a satisfied sigh of relief once they were joined. Sam’s large hands gripped Harlow’s hips, guiding her rhythm as she rolled her hips against his. Leaning forward, Sam captured one of Harlow’s nipples in his mouth, rolling his tongue over it.

The sounds spilling from Harlow’s lips were intoxicating to Sam, sending shivers up his spine and urging him to pull more from her. He nibbled gently on the swollen bud before moving to the other one, feeling her fingertips run into his hair, scratching his scalp and holding his face to her breast. Sam followed her lead, humming against her skin as he flicked his tongue over her nipple. Harlow swiveled her hips in response, and Sam pulled away with a groan.

“Fuck you feel good,” Sam moaned, his head tilted back. Harlow took advantage of his open mouth, licking into it with her tongue while one of her palms rested on his long neck, giving the sides the daintiest squeeze, sending another moan through his body to hers. Their bodies writhed together, moans falling from their lips as they both moved to satisfy their own needs as well as each others. Harlow began to tremble, Sam could feel her thighs quaking and her hand shaking slightly around his neck.

“Are you close?” Sam whispered in her ear as he brought a strong hand up her back, pressing her into his body as she was grinding against his hips while he took over the thrusting, his other arm supporting himself on the bed. Her head fell forward as she whimpered, nodding against his shoulder. “You wanna cum for me? Wanna cum all over my cock, baby?”

“Yes Sam,” Harlows voice was whisper soft, her body beginning to shudder. “Please don’t stop.”

“I don’t plan on stopping,” Sam chuckled between labored breaths. Their bodies were slick with sweat, and Sam felt near suffocated but the heat between them, her hair sticking to his neck as she held onto his shoulders for dear life, moaning out as he began using his one arm to pull her body down to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck,” Harlow cried out, biting down on Sam’s shoulder as she came to keep from screaming, causing Sam to suck in a harsh breath.

“Just a little more, baby,” Sam grunted in her ear, his hand falling to her waist and holding her hip again, beginning to pound up into her fast and quick, building her back up to another orgasm before her first one faded away.

“Saaaam!” she whined, her voice juttering with the force of Sam’s hips and movements. “Oh god!”

“That’s it baby,” Sam coaxed Harlow through her second orgasm, steadily approaching his own. He grabbed the back of her hair, gently tugging her head back, making her look at him. His hand came down the side of her face, letting his thumb trace over her lips, tugging her bottom lip down until she opened her mouth, taking the digit and sucking on it gently. That was all it took for Sam to unravel, her eyes locked with his. He took his hand away from her face and brought his to hers in a kiss, slowly falling back against the bed and bringing her with him.

Throughout the night, Sam and Harlow couldn’t keep their hands off each other. The walls were down, and in the privacy of Sam’s hotel room, they were only each others. At one point, Sam woke up after dozing off and couldn’t feel Harlow next to him. He sat up, looking towards the door to see if her clothes were gone.

Her jumpsuit was still in it’s heap on the floor near the entryway, the expensive silk wrinkling as it sat, and Sam looked towards the balcony, seeing the door open. Crawling out of the twisted sheets, he pulled on his boxer briefs and found Harlow, standing outside in nothing but her panties and Sam’s button down from the night, pulled together and held with her one arm across her torso. Her other hand held a cigarette to her lips as she stared out at the Chicago skyline. Sam wordlessly joined her, taking the cigarette from her hand as she held it out to him, taking a drag.

“What do you want to do?” Harlow asked softly. Sam knew what she was asking, and stayed silent as he slowly exhaled the smoke. He watched as lights in some of the buildings began to turn on, people getting up in the early mornings to start their days. He briefly wondered what it was like, to live normally like that, a nine to five with a traffic commute to come home to children and a spouse, or maybe to nothing.

“Whatever you want to do.” Sam replied, handing back the cigarette. Harlow took a pull, holding back an eye roll. As she blew out the smoke from the corner of her mouth. She turned towards him, stubbing out the smoke on the balcony railing.

“I want to see where this goes.” she admitted to him, tugging Sam’s shirt tighter to her against the chill of the early morning air.

“So then, we’ll see where it goes.” Sam nodded, looking down at her. Harlow reached up her free hand, giving his beard a small scratching under his chin before hopping up on her tiptoes and pressing a soft, slow kiss to his lips.

“One place I want this to go is back under those covers, and warm my body up.” Harlow’s eyes glimmered up at him as she smirked. Sam moved towards the sliding screen and pulled it open, gesturing back inside.

“After you, baby."

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Silver Springs - Part Five

Masterlist

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Original Female Character

Warnings: Smoking, drinking, drug use 18+ only, Minors DNI

A/N: This one (and the next one) are for my Sammy Nation besties. I love you guys so much and I'm so thankful for all the love and support you have given me and my fics!

WC: 2152

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They were in Chicago now, only a few days before they were set to be back home in Nashville. Josh and Harlow had been working on a few songs together, and the former insisted on workshopping them during soundcheck, to make sure they were going to be ready and in the right headspace when it came to the studio time. Unfortunately, Sam was nitpicking everything he could.

“It’s an A-flat, Harlow.” Sam snapped, aggravatedly pressing down on the key on his piano multiple times, huffing into the microphone.

“I’m singing A-flat, Sam.” Harlow replied, just as annoyed.

“You’re not, you’re going sharp.” he replied, again pressing the key and vocalizing with it. “You’re supposed to be here.”

“I am!” Harlow growled, her fists curling into her palm on one hand, the other tightening around the mic.

“Maybe in whatever dream world you live in you are,” Sam rolled his eyes. “But to everyone else in the real world, you’re sharp.”

“Come over here and let me find something sharp to shove up your fuckin’ ass!” Harlow began storming over to Sam’s piano bench when Josh grabbed her arm, tugging her back.

“Let’s take a break from this,” he suggested. “Harlow, thank you for your time, we’ll finish this later, okay?” Harlow nodded, shooting a glare over her shoulder at Sam, who merely waved his fingers with a smarmy smirk as she put Jake’s mic back in his stand and walked off stage. Sam sighed, moving from his bench and picking up his bass, sliding the strap over his shoulder.

“You can’t keep being like this, man.” Josh came over, glaring up at Sam. The youngest rolled his eyes, brushing a hand through his hair, but Josh grabbed his forearm, tugging it away and demanding his attention. “I mean it, Sam. We’re working with her whether you like it or not. She’s a part of this process, whether you like it or not. Being a dick is not going to change that.”

Sam had only seen this side of Josh a few times, when something wasn’t going his way. Josh had always had a quiet anger about him, one that stewed and boiled and built until he was throwing mic stands or kicking in an amplifier screen. Sam regarded his eldest brother carefully, seeing the storm swirling in his dark brown eyes, knowing if he pushed it it would possibly end up with his piano set on fire.

“Tonight after the show we’re all going out to a club, the label is throwing us a party for how well the new album is doing, along with this tour.” Josh told him. “There will be a few execs there, and I swear to god if you show your ass in front of them, all over whatever imaginary feud you have going on with that girl, I’ll make sure she gets that sharp object, do you understand me?”

“Yes.” Sam answered firmly. Josh let his glare linger a few moments more before letting go of Sam’s arm and turning away, going back to his position at the center stage mic. “Let’s run through The Falling Sky.”

The show was tense that night, there was hardly any banter between brothers on the stage. Josh delivered his usual speeches and was jovial to the crowd, but the show was the sole focus, getting off stage a few minutes earlier than they normally did.

After changing and riding to the club their party was being held at, Sam settled himself at the bar, ordering a tequila soda and instructing the bartender to make sure he was never without a drink. Once the first one got him loose, he decided to mingle around the party, shaking hands and schmoozing with the execs that had flown in just to kiss their asses.

He glanced around the party, looking for a break from his current conversation partner, a man who couldn’t shut up about how he knew all along Greta Van Fleet was going to make it, from the first moment he heard them, yada yada yada. Sam’s eyes caught something shining in the dim lights, and strained to try and see more.

Like a parting sea, other people moved out of the line of sight to reveal Harlow, wearing a smooth silk jumpsuit, tight to her waist but the pant legs billowing out, almost forming a dress. She was taller than before, wearing a pair of matching platform heels, and her hair was adorned with a small crown of baby breath, likely fashioned on the way to the party after being pilfered from one of the arrangements at the hotel lobby. She turned to greet someone as they walked up, and Sam felt his chest tighten. The neckline of her jumpsuit traveled in a ‘v’ almost down to her navel, and the straps around her shoulders were so thin he wasn’t sure how the were staying up, how everything was staying covered.

Josh stood next to her, and Sam rolled his eyes. Of course he’d be there, hand on her back again as he spoke to the label execs in front of them, then leaning into Harlow as if he were telling her a secret. Sam felt his blood boil at how comfortable they looked together, how his brother could fall for her games so easily. How he was guiding her through the party and stuck to her like a magnet.

“There’s our next big star!” the man finally broke out of his long-winded spiel about Sam’s own band and gestured to Harlow. “Harlow, darling, come over here!” Harlow turned her head with a smile at the call of her name. Sam sucked in a quick breath as he took in the rest of her appearance while she walked over. Her confident strut made the wide legs of her pants billow out, seeming like she was dancing over to them. Her eyelids were adorned with a hazy purple shadow, and a thick line of eyeliner, thinning out at the edges into a cat like point. Her hazel eyes were popping with the greens and golds under the lights with the purple shadow.

“Hello Mr. Johnson, how are you?” Harlow greeted, shaking the execs hand. She turned to Sam, and her smile fell slightly, but she kept it plastered on nonetheless. “Sam, good to see you.”

“Yeah, you too.” Sam sniffed, taking a sip of his drink to avoid any more pleasantries.

“How are you enjoying your first big tour, Harlow?” the exec asked, staring intently at the starlet. “It must be a big departure playing these arenas after playing dives and clubs.”

“It’s definitely different.” Harlow agreed, taking a flute of champagne from a passing by waitress’ tray. She took a small sip before continuing. “We’re incredibly lucky to be touring with a band like Sam’s, they’ve all been so gracious in showing us the ropes.”

“That’s what we like to hear,” Mr. Johnson grinned a large, toothy grin that seemed insincere. “This label is like one big family, and we like to keep it that way.”

“I’m sure once Harlow writes a decent song or two, their band will take off and won’t need us to babysit them anymore.” Sam smirked, glancing down at Harlow, whose cheeks began to redden at his comment.

“Well, everyone has an opinion these days,” Harlow tried to laugh off Sam’s contemptuous words, but he continued.

“Everyone has an opinion yes, but I’m stating facts.” he smiled, blinking between Harlow and Mr. Johnson, who now looked like he was trying to find an emergency exit to this conversation.

“Sadly, Sam, you’ve had a few drinks tonight, and no one will be able to find you credible.” Harlow retorted through a charming smile. “Now maybe if you took the time to learn more than a few bass bars, you wouldn’t feel so insecure about your own songwriting.”

Sam downed the rest of his drink, sticking his tongue in his cheek before turning towards Mr. Johnson.

“Excuse us for a moment, would you?” Sam gave him a fake smile and grabbed Harlow’s wrist, pulling her roughly through the party. Past the rest of the execs, his own brothers, including Danny, who curiously tried to see what was going on. Sam pulled her through the kitchen, tugging her along around the servers who were scattering with trays of drinks and hor’devours, trying not to drop them as the two musicians stormed through. He could hear Harlow’s heels clacking against the tiles quickly, taking as many steps as she could to keep up with his long stride.

He finally burst through the back door of the club, the alleyway lit by two orange hued bulbs by the door and a streetlight a few feet away on the sidewalk. The night air was cool, compared to the warmth of all the bodies packed into the club. The heavy metal door slammed shut behind them, and it felt like the bell starting a boxing match.

“What is it, Sam?” Harlow let out an angry laugh, ripping her arm from his grip. She took a few steps back from him, gesturing to the tense air around them. “What is it that makes you hate me so badly? Hm? The fact you were wrong about me? The fact that against anything you said to me, I still made it?”

“God you’re so infuriating!” Sam cried, throwing his own hands up in the air. “Maybe you’re the one that hates me! Did you think of that?” Harlow scoffed, turning and waving her hand at Sam dismissively. “No, I really think it’s you, you hate me because I remember all about plain little Brandy Lawson. The sad, pathetic songwriter that asked me to read her shitty songs in the parking lot a year ago.”

“Shitty songs that got me on a tour as your opening act.” Harlow glared at Sam, who just shrugged, feeling victorious from his jab. “Josh doesn’t think my songs are shitty. In fact he’s asked to use some of them for your next album.”

“Over my dead body will your music be on our album.” Sam seethed through grit teeth. Harlow’s eyes sparked, noting the rise that got out of Sam. She stepped closer, licking her lips as she loaded the ammo into her cocked verbal gun.

“Oh Sam, it’s already been voted on. My name is going in the liner notes,” she smirked, her voice a teasing, mocking tone as he clenched his jaw. Sam looked down his nose at her, watching her blink back up at him through her long lashes. “My name is going right next to yours, I can’t wait to see it. It’s going to make you hate me so much more.”

Sam wasn’t sure what happened, or how, but suddenly he was conscious of grabbing Harlow’s face in his hands and crushing her lips to his, her hands gripping his waist as he walked her back, pressing her into the brick wall of the club. They could both hear the fragile silk of her outfit catching against the bricks, snagging the delicate threads, but neither cared to inspect the damage. His fingers threaded into her hair and his knee slotted between her legs, pressing his body into hers and earning the most delicious moan he’d ever tasted as he continued kissing her. He felt every ounce of feeling, annoyance, irritation, everything pouring out of himself as their lips moved together, as his tongue lapped over hers.

He could feel her chest heaving against his, from the surprise of the kiss and movements, and he smirked when he felt her subconsciously grind down on his thigh that was pressing between her legs to keep her between him and the wall. He could feel her nails digging into his skin through his cotton button down, and he pulled back, waiting for her to open her eyes before speaking, keeping intense eye contact with her.

“I never said I hated you,” he murmured softly, before pulling out of her grasp and walking back to the club, leaving the young woman panting to catch her breath against the wall by herself.

He caught a taxi back to the hotel, leaving the party early, letting Danny know he was done with the crowd and had a headache. Sam once again, took the stairs to his room, trying to work out what he had done. He kissed Harlow. He kissed Harlow and it felt like everything he thought about her was wrong from the start. Once in his room, he began pacing in the light of the lamp he had left on.

He could still feel a tingle on his lips, and thinking again of how he kissed her and she kissed him back made his stomach flip. He ran his hand through his hair and continued pacing, only stopping when there was a knock on his door. Assuming it was Danny checking up on him, he moved to the door, unlocking it and pulling it open.

Danny wasn’t there.

Instead, it was Harlow.

🎶 🎶 🎶

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