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hearts-hunger · 9 months

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can i keep coming back to you? || danny wagner x reader

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Summary: Danny comes home to you after a long day, and you show him the decorating you've been doing. | Standalone in the Four Weddings universe

Pairings: Danny x Reader | Genre: domestic fluff | Word Count: 2k | Warnings: none!

A/N: Besties, I admit this fic is 100% gratuitous self-indulgent fluff. I just want to decorate my house for Halloween in August, and I want to do it with Danny. Enjoy! ♡

“Don’t get scared, sunny.”

You turned, careful to put one hand on the bookshelf to keep your balance, and saw Danny coming in the door.

“What do you mean?” you asked. From your vantage point perched atop one of your dining room chairs, you looked around for something he might be hiding. “Scared of what?”

He smiled. “I just meant don’t get scared of me coming in,” he said. “I didn’t want to startle you and make you lose your balance.”

“Oh,” you said with a laugh. “Thanks.” You turned back to the shelf you were decorating, straightening a picture frame once you had the little pumpkin lights arranged just so. “Don’t you love this picture?”

He crossed to stand by your chair, looking for a long moment at the picture of the two of you from your trip to the beach in the spring. His hair was longer in the picture, tangled by the breeze, and his smile was big and bright as you kissed his cheek.

“Yeah,” he said fondly. “I do love that picture.” He put his arm around your waist and looked up at you. “Doing some redecorating, sweet sunny?”

You gave him a bashful smile and draped your arms over his shoulders. “Yeah, well, I know it’s not even September, but... I went a little crazy in the Halloween section at TJ Maxx.”

He chuckled. “I kinda figured from all the pictures you sent me. Did you end up getting the sheets with the skeletons and pumpkins and whatnot?”

“Yes!” you gushed. “And I got a blanket to match. You’re gonna love it.”

“I'm sure I will, sweetheart.”

“Do you want to see all the other stuff I got?” you asked, already knowing the answer. You were very grateful for the way Danny so generously indulged your love of decorating; no matter the holiday, you were given free rein to decorate anything and everything in your house, and Danny always complimented the changes you’d made with genuine interest and sincerity.

He smiled. “Of course I do.” He looked up at you with a tired sort of patience and affection, and you put your hands on either side of his face.

“I haven’t even said hi to you,” you scolded yourself. You gave him a kiss. “Hi, baby. I’m glad you’re home.”

He smiled against your mouth. “Me too.” He hugged you and rested his head on your chest as you gently ran your fingers through his hair.

“Long day?” you asked.

He hummed in agreement. “Your boys couldn’t quit fighting long enough to play through a whole song. We didn’t get anything done.”

You huffed a laugh, thinking of ‘your boys’ and how every once in a while, they’d get into a mood where they couldn’t seem to do anything but bicker.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “Hopefully everybody just needs a good night’s sleep. You guys have been burning the candle at both ends lately.”

You brushed your fingers over his necklace, the permanent chain that apparently would stay on until the day he died, or the day you went crazy for him and found a way to get it off.

“This still isn’t driving you up the wall, huh?”

He looked up at you with a grin. “No, but I think it might be driving you up the wall. You don’t like it?”

“I like it just fine on you,” you said. “But say the word and I’ll get a pair of bolt cutters and take it off for you.”

He laughed. “That seems excessive, but I appreciate it.”

You cradled his face and kissed his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose, enjoying the novelty of being taller than him for a moment.

“You look tired, sweetheart,” you said gently.

He nodded. “I am tired,” he admitted. “But I still want to see all your new Halloween trinkets.”

You gave him a beaming smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sunny.” He scooped you up to carry you, and you giggled as you put your arms around his neck. “Where to?”

“Depends,” you said. “Are you going straight to bed, or do you want some dinner first?”

“Dinner,” he agreed.

“To the kitchen, then.”

He carried you in and set you on the counter, right next to the candle holder with four little ghost candles perched atop it.

“Hey, those are cute,” he said.

You sighed. “Here’s my dilemma with them.” You picked one up and ran your thumb over the waxy surface. “They’re candles, obviously, but when I got them all set up — ”

“You didn’t want to burn them,” he said with a smile. “Isn’t that right?”

“Oh, I just couldn’t.” You held it out to him, and he held it for a moment in his big palm. “They’re just so cute! I couldn’t melt them.”

He chuckled and put the ghost back with its companions. “I understand, sweetheart.”

He patted your thigh before he went to the fridge and pulled out a Corona. “You want one?”

“Sure.” You hopped down from the counter and started to get things set out for dinner. “I tried a new crock-pot recipe, so I hope it’s not awful. It’s some kind of chicken taco casserole something or other.”

He lifted the lid of the crock-pot. “It smells good,” he said agreeably. “I’m sure it’ll be great, honey.”

You were too distracted to respond, trying to figure out how to get the plates you wanted from the top shelf. You knew you could just ask Danny and he’d happily get them for you, but you didn’t want to bother him, and you stood on tiptoes and tried to reach them.

He gave a soft laugh. “Sunny,” he scolded lightly. He handed you your beer and reached above you to take down the plates.

“You know you have a really tall boyfriend to get things off a high shelf for you,” he said. “You ought to put these long limbs to use.”

You smiled. “Thank you. I just didn’t want to bother you.”

“Helping you is never a bother, sunny.” He kissed your nose. “Now tell me what else I can do to help you, please.”

You enjoyed the bashful butterflies he still gave you as he followed your directions on setting up for dinner, and the two of you sat catty corner at the table for a long time after you finished eating and talked about how your days had been. After dinner, Danny washed and you dried, and you shared a bowl of ice cream at the counter.

“Are you at the studio all day tomorrow?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said, and his tone was apologetic. “I know you had some errands you wanted to do together, but...” He absently toyed with one of the ghost candles, distracted and tired. “If those errands can wait until this weekend, I’ll just move my golf thing and we can do them then.”

He looked over at you. “Unless they can’t wait until the weekend. Then I’ll ask the guys if I can step out for a little while to get them done.”

You brushed a few curls from his face. “They can wait, but I don’t want you to have to cancel with your dad.” He and his dad had planned to golf together on Saturday, and you knew Danny had been looking forward to it.

“I’ll just go tomorrow by myself,” you said. You didn’t really need Danny to go with you, but both of you preferred to do boring errands with each other to make them less boring.

“Are you sure?” he asked. He washed your ice cream bowl and set it to dry. “I can talk to the guys, see if I can leave for an hour or so. Maybe we can get coffee or something.”

“I’d love that,” you said. You laced your fingers with his as he came back over to you. “We’ll figure it out. I just feel like I haven’t seen you a lot this week.”

“Yeah, me too. I miss you, sunny.”

You smiled. “Aw, honey. I miss you too.” You tilted your face up for a kiss, and he leaned close and obliged you.

“Come in the shower with me,” he said, kissing the corner of your mouth.

You grinned. “Okay, but only so I can show you the new shower curtain I got.”

He chuckled. “Lead the way, sweetheart.”

He did end up liking the shower curtain with pumpkins and black cats on it, but you guessed he probably would have been happy with any kind of shower curtain just so long as you were behind it with him. He wasn’t interested in showering as much as he was interested in simply being close to you, and you happily indulged his desire for long, slow kisses and gentle touches. You washed his hair for him and enjoyed the way he relaxed under your hands as you washed the worries of his day away in a soft lather.

He was a little more energized after your shower, and when both of you were in your pajamas with your hair bushed and your skincare done, he sat on the bed and waited for you to show him all the things you’d bought. He put on some music, and you hummed along to First Aid Kit while you fished your trinkets and tchotchkes out of their bags.

“Look at this guy,” you said, holding up a little cauldron with moons and stars around the rim.

“Candy bowl,” he guessed.

You laughed. “Yeah, candy for one person, maybe.”

He looked thoughtful as he wrapped your new pink Halloween blanket around his shoulders. “Um... we could use it as a bowl to hold keys and stuff on the table by the door.”

“That’s actually a great idea,” you said. “Okay. Key bowl.”

You held up the next thing, a light up crystal ball held in gold skeleton hands.

“Okay, that’s cool,” he said. “We should just keep that out all year round.”

You hid a smile at his real interest in this particular decoration. You knew he didn’t mind all the things you’d picked out, but he was sort of indifferent to them; mostly, he was just happy to enjoy them if they made you happy. Every once in a while, though, you’d find something that really sparked his decorative interest, and it seemed like you’d hit the nail on the head with this one.

“Watch,” you said, and you flipped the switch at the bottom that made the crystal ball light up and swirl with glitter.

His eyes widened. “Dang, sunny. You should go to TJ Maxx more often.” He took it when you offered it to him, watching it like a kid with a shiny new toy. “This is some real wizard shit. We should get one for Jake. He’d love it.”

“Okay, but fair warning — if you let me go back, I’m gonna end up getting more decorations we don’t need.”

He smiled and handed the crystal ball back to you so you could put it on the dresser. “I like it when you go shopping for stuff like this.” He nodded to the bags you still had at your feet. “What else did you get?”

When you’d given him a show of the rest of your baubles, he convinced you to leave them strewn about your room in a state of disarray with the promise of helping you set them up later. When he opened up his blanket cape and invited you in for a hug, you gladly accepted, and he held you in his lap all cuddly and snug.

“You were right,” he said. “I do like this blanket. You’re a genius.”

You giggled as he hugged you tighter and made sure you were wrapped in the blanket with him.

“My sweet sunny,” he said, resting his head against yours. “You’re so good at making our house cosy and fun and beautiful. Thank you for making it a home.”

Your heart wobbled. “I’m glad you like it, Dan.” You pulled back just enough to see his face. “It’s all for you, honey.”

He smiled. “Thank you. And thank you for sharing it with me.” He kissed you and snuggled you close, rocking you gently to the music.

“Did I ever show you this album?” he asked.

You smiled. “We listened to it the day it came out,” you reminded him. “We went on a drive and listened to it all the way through.”

“We sure did,” he agreed. “I remember.” He was quiet for a moment, thinking of that early-morning drive with the cool breeze and one hand on the steering wheel with the other hand in yours.

“That was a pretty good date,” he said. “Don’t you think?”

You smiled. “Yeah, I do. We should do it again sometime.”

He hummed along to the song for a moment. “This song makes me think of you.”

You didn’t know it well enough to know the lyrics, but you knew it was a compliment. “Oh yeah?”

He hummed in agreement. “I’m gonna love you ‘til the moon don’t shine,” he sang. “I’m gonna love you ‘til the waters run dry. Oh, you, can I keep coming back to you?”

His voice got a little muffled towards the end as you pulled him down for a kiss, and he smiled as he tried to keep singing and kissing you at the same time.

“Can I keep coming back to you, sunny?” he asked.

“You are simply not allowed to go anywhere else,” you replied.

He laughed and kissed you again. “Yes ma’am.”

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ascendingtostardust · 5 months

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Yet To Wander

Chapter One

a/n: welcome to my first attempt at a multi-part fic! This chapter is really just a little introduction into the YTW world, I promise it’ll pick up more in the next part! Thank you for reading :)

“Okay, what about him?” Your best friend, Annie, tries to redirect your attention away from your phone and to the tv that was currently being used to display her phone screen as she scrolled through your tinder account.

You looked up and hummed, twisting your lips to the side as she tapped through a man named Jake’s profile. Long, slightly wavy brown hair, big brown eyes, decent fashion sense…but not quite your type.

“I don’t know, Ann, he’s just not…” you started, trying to think of a more creative way to say the same sentiment you’d been repeating about every profile she deemed worthy enough to show you.

“Not what you’re looking for, right?” she said in a mocking tone. “What are you looking for at this point? Because you don’t seem interested in any of these guys.” Annie sighed and let her phone fall to her lap, her head resting on the back of the couch.

“You haven’t let me swipe right on anyone!”

“Hey, I let you swipe right on, like, 5 guys last night! That’s pretty good!” You attempted to defend yourself, raising your eyebrows at her.

“Yeah, and then wouldn’t let me message any of them for you so they’re basically all wasted matches 24 hours later.” She sighed, closing the app and locking her phone. “This is useless, the wedding is in a week and at this rate it’s like you don’t even want to find a date.”

She turned her head to look at you, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to give her the most convincing reply you could muster up.

“That’s not true, okay? Maybe I’m just… I don’t know,” now it was you who let your head fall back to rest on the back of the couch with an exasperated sigh. “Maybe I’m just picky because I know it’s a pretty far drive to do with a stranger.”

You didn’t want to resort to a dating app to find a date for your childhood best friend’s wedding. In fact, you didn’t even want to bring a date at all when you first received the invitation and had to choose to RSVP for just you or you and a plus one. The wedding wasn’t exactly local, being almost a 24 hour drive from your home in Nashville to the city in Maine that Claire now resided in with her fiancé.

It honestly came as a surprise, the soft white envelope adorned with gold embellishments sitting in your mailbox a few months back. Despite being inseparable between the ages of 8 and 18, you hadn’t spoken to Claire since high school. Well…hadn’t spoken to her besides quick “happy birthday” texts exchanged once a year and the occasional congratulatory message sent through Instagram DMs when one of you posted about something exciting happening in your lives on your stories.

The next surprise came when you noticed that the RSVP card attached to the wedding invitation allowed you a plus one. You stuck the white cardstock to your fridge with a magnet shaped like a pink starfish, deciding that you needed more time to think before completely shutting down the idea of bringing a date.

It had been 3 years since your last relationship and even then, your last boyfriend wasn’t around for longer than a few months. It wasn’t that you didn’t want a relationship or love, you just felt that it was more worthwhile to focus on yourself and your career at this point in your life…and so you did. You were always open to the idea of meeting someone special or going on dates, but it didn’t happen often and certainly not often enough to appease your best friend.

Annie meant well, you knew that, and sometimes you really did just need that extra little shove to get yourself out there. Her loving frustration stemmed from seeing you inadvertently push guy after guy away because ‘he just isn’t right.’ She had heard that excuse from you so many times that she resorted to simply rolling her eyes as soon as the sentiment fell from your lips.

When the time came to send your wedding RSVP card back, you let your pen hover over the box labeled ‘just me!’ while running through possible scenarios. Of course, you wouldn’t be ruining the wedding if you RSVP’d with a plus one, but you knew you’d feel guilty for throwing off the headcount and seating arrangement and anything else that was meticulously accounted for.

You’d be trapped in the car with whoever you took with you for almost 24 hours, though, so it would have to be someone you know that you like. Or would you rather go alone and brave the lonely roads and possibly sketchy hotels? Impulsively, you checked off the box next to ‘me & plus one!’ and let out a sigh of relief, closing the card in an envelope to be sent out the next day. The decision was made and now you had to figure out who was coming with you.

With the fear of flying being ever-present as you planned your trip, you knew you’d have to drive to Maine if you wanted to go to the wedding. You’d been going on solo road trips here and there since you got your license years ago, but something felt different about this trip. After asking multiple friends if they’d be willing to take the trip with you and getting rejected by all of them for one reason or another, time was running out and you knew you had to do the one thing you were dreading.

Once Annie got the go-ahead, she was downloading Tinder and creating your profile before the words even left your mouth. She chose a few of her favorite photos of you and came up with a simple, yet informative bio that said a little about you and included that you were looking for a wedding date. Where the wedding was, she didn’t include. However, she reasoned that if it’s the right guy you’ll want him to come along for the trip.

You reluctantly approved of the profile and agreed that she would only log into the account to swipe on her phone when the two of you were together to save yourself the embarrassment of her possibly looking at your flirting in the messages. Swiping through possible suitors became part of your nightly routine as roommates over the last week or so, which led you back to the present.

“Just a few more and then I promise we’ll call it quits for the night, okay?” Annie almost pleaded, giving you the look you knew she gave everyone when she wanted to get her way. “I know the guy for you is out there, I can just feel it.” She wiggled her fingers playfully at you until you motioned to the TV that still displayed the last profile you shot down.

“Go ahead, then. I hate to say it but your intuition is actually pretty scary sometimes so we’ll see.” Sinking further into the couch, you give her a streak of no’s until one profile caught your eye.

“Wait!” You reach your hand out towards your friend as if to physically stop her from swiping too quickly on the gorgeous man being projected on the screen. Sitting up straighter and tucking your legs underneath you, you take in his features. Long, silky brown hair, beautiful chocolate eyes, plush lips that formed one of the most beautiful smiles you’d ever seen.

“Hey, okay! See, that’s the kind of excitement I like to see!” Annie snaps you out of your daze and begins swiping through the man’s photos. One of him smiling with an adorable brindle pitbull and acoustic guitar on hip lap, one of him standing in knee-high, green tinted water with a beer in hand, another of him in a paddle boat with the same dog on the most beautiful blue water.

‘This guy’s too good to be true,’ you think, feeling your heart beat a little faster at the idea of possibly matching with him.

“Okay so we’re swiping right on Sam?”

Sam. Of course his name is Sam. One of the sweetest names a man could have is Sam and with his looks, of course that’s his name. It just made sense. Sam…

“Yeah…yeah I think he’s cute,” you try to play it cool but Annie can see right through you and you know, her smirk visible out of the corner of your eye as you watch her swipe right.

“And it’s a match! He already swiped right on you, too!”

“Wait, what?” Not believing it, you grab her wrist lightly to tilt her phone towards you so you can get a better look. “Why would a guy like that want to match with me?”

Annie shoots you a look, not even entertaining the idea that you deserve any less than a man ‘like that.’ Instead, she moves over to your messages in the app to open a new chat with Sam.

“No no no no! You’re not messaging him!” You attempt to grab her phone to prevent her from possibly embarrassing you in front of the beautiful stranger. “I’ll message him later or…maybe tomorrow, I don’t know but I’ll do it!”

“I’m not going to watch you let this one slip away, okay? That’s the first guy you’ve shown this much interest in since we’ve started doing this.” Your friend brings up a good point, one that really did give you a glimmer of motivation to message Sam later and see what happens.

“Okay just…can you just log out for tonight and I’ll message him when I get into bed. Is that okay with you or would you like to give me more detailed instructions?” You say playfully, moving to turn the TV off and collect your phone and water bottle to bring into your room for the night.

“Oh you’ll message him when you’re in bed? I didn’t realize you were feeling so spicy tonight!” Annie giggles, logging out of your account and grabbing her own possessions to head to bed.

“You’re impossible,” you mumble, closing your bedroom door and getting ready to go to sleep.

An hour later you found yourself laying in bed with your eyes closed, waiting for sleep that seemingly wasn’t coming. With a sigh, you roll to your side and reach for your phone to check the time and see if mindless scrolling for a few minutes might help make you drowsy. Just as your thumb came to hover over the Instagram logo, you remembered. Sam. You forgot to message Sam.

Opening Tinder, you tap to your messages and find one unread from 11:37 pm. From Sam.

‘If you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber ☺️’

Well…it’s a start.

*check out Sam’s profile here!*

#thank you for reading lmk what you think :)))#this was very minimally edited so sorry if there’s any mistakes #but I’m really excited about this!#sam kiszka #sam kiszka fic #yet to wander fic #greta van fleet #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner

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