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joshfuckingkiszka · 3 months

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𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔢 - 𝔇ℜ𝔚

drw x f!reader

LAST ONE FOR REP!!

THIS WORK IS 18+ MINORS DNI

warnings: kinda smutty, but not explicitly so, angsty

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My reputation's never been worse, so You must like me for me

It was casual. Well, supposed to be, anyway. Nothing was casual about the way that Danny touched you, or kissed you, or fucked you. There was no way he could say those things - those filthy things - and still say that you were his best friend (or a close second). Casual, it may have been fun, but it was fun. It was inciting enough just to have a piece of what it was like to be with Danny. But he wanted casual. What were you to do?

Pretend. Lie like hell, and think about the consequences when they inevitably caught up to you, a lion stalking an unsuspecting prey. You did everything right: wore sexy lingerie, never asked him on real dates, never pried to know if he was seeing anyone else, never spent the night - all of it. You were spontaneous and fun and all the things you wanted him to believe you were.

Oh damn, never seen that color blue Just think of the fun things we could do

To be fair, he was really all you had. In any context. A few months of scandal against you and your friends had vanished. You had truly become reliant on Danny, which is probably why you had fallen in love with him so quickly. Who were you kidding? You had been in love with Daniel Wagner since Freshman year when he sat beside you on an empty bus. You fell harder when he asked you to Prom, “as friends of course” - of course. But it had been so hard to miss the blush that flooded his cheeks when you gave him the lightest of all kisses at the end of the night.

Harder, still when he held you as you cried, green texts and unanswered calls on the phone that you had thrown so hard a tiny crack had formed in the corner. He was there - “I’m here for you, shh.”

A part of you knew you were being a little overzealous with the whole thing. If he wanted more, he would ask for more. But would he? Would he risk a decade of friendship for something he wasn’t entirely sure about? Wasn’t that what he was doing now, though - risking everything?

We can't make Any promises now, can we, babe? But you can make me a drink

He just wasn’t looking for something serious. You understood, totally (you cried about it so hard you threw up). But what you had was serious. It was haunting and dedicated and frightening. Danny put in just as much he received and, on some level - a very strange one, you felt loved by him. Maybe it was delusion, or some sixth sense, who knows. All you knew: it was delicate. Too much water can kill the flowers, or however you want to phrase it.

Even though you didn’t pry, it didn't mean you didn’t want to. You were made so anxious by the thought of someone else loving Danny in the way you thought only you could. Every smile at his phone was like a wrench in the gut, dull and painful, but shallow enough that you’d recover. Only to have it hit you again.

You’d bring it up - casually. During the most intimate of moments, you’d lick at and whisper in his ear, “No one does it like me, huh?”

He’d moan and agree, “No one, princess,” which filled you with such euphoria that it was its own climax.

Sometimes when I look into your eyes I pretend you're mine all the damn time

Moments like that you tried to commit his body to memory. The trace of every scar and bump, every curve of muscle and every vein. You tried to find a specific color that matched his eyes, but none were as bright or radiant. They had such life, you could stare into them forever. He’d get the feeling that you were thinking too hard and flip you over, promising to rid you of any thoughts.

Danny had a talent of making a mess out of you. He’d slide you down the bed, take your arms and bring them up to your head. His lips would graze the skin above your armpit so gently that you couldn’t help the goosebumps - or the moan. Teeth would graze the skin and you’d let them, not wanting to lose any part of him. Any mark he made would stay for days.

“Your skin’s so delicate, princess.” He’d give you that grin and you both knew he would do it again - and did.

What he didn’t know was that you were genuinely asking. Did anyone else touch him the way that you did, make him feel the same? Were you really in a position to be allowed to care if they did? In those moments of uncertainty, there was something about the way he reassured you that made you think he was being honest. Whether it was the gaze he held or the tighter his grip got, you weren’t sure.

That gaze held something in it, though. Something sanguine and so oddly unfamiliar. You had never seen that look in his eyes before, and you liked to pretend it was reserved only for you. Maybe it was. Maybe.

Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head?

There were also boundaries that he wouldn’t seem to cross. He would never ask you to stay, and he never asked if he could. He would only hang out with the rest of the band present, never just the two of you, even if you had done so prior to your arrangement.

Perhaps that was why you felt so guilty for being so clingy after he had gotten redressed, prepared to leave your apartment. He had cleaned you off, showered after you (never with), and made sure your sheets were clean and your pajamas comfortable before he began to walk to the front door.

“Danny,” you called before he got to your bedroom door.

“Yeah, princess?” He turned to face you, hands in his pockets. You noticed his hair was still a little messy, he hadn’t washed it so it stuck to his face in places. Throwing the sheets off of you, you sat on your knees near the end of the bed.

You beckoned him, “Your hair.” A finger moved his strands to their correct places and you smoothed the top of his head, trying to tame any flyaways.

“Thanks, princess.” He smiled and turned back around.

“Wait.” You were done. Done with the rules, the stupid, arbitrary rules that were never written in stone anyway. It was terrifying, but that was the risk. You could do everything in your power, and he could say no. But he could say yes.

“I want you to stay - can you stay? Tonight? Is that okay?” Your eyes were begging him to agree. You were so scared he would say no and walk out of your life forever.

“Yeah,” he kissed your lips casually, “I’ll stay.”

Isn't it delicate?

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weightofkiszka · 8 months

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𝒲𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝑀𝑒

pairings: Danny Wagner x f!reader

word count: 734

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, aggressive Danny (briefly), oral sex (f! receiving), penetrative unprotected sex

You were awoken by the slamming of a car door. Looking around, you glanced at the clock on the wall and with it being only 11 PM your boyfriend wasn't supposed to be home until at least 1 AM. As he walked through the door, gently closing it so to not startled you, he toed his shoes off by the front door and began searching the house for you.

"My love? I'm home!" You found him in the kitchen downing a shot of straight tequila, not bothering to cut a lime or make himself a drink. "Honey whats wrong? You're home way earlier than you said you would be." You walked around the kitchen island and hugged him. He was always your gentle giant, being an entire foot taller than you, but seeing him upset and aggressive wasn't something you usually saw. He usually would express his feelings calmly and spend the rest of the day with his head in your lap.

"I got into an argument with Sammy. It was a stupid argument but an argument nevertheless. It ruined the whole mood. I came home rather than ruin his night even further." Daniel put his arms around you and picked you up, placing you on the kitchen counter and buried his face into the crook of your neck. His favorite place to leave kisses. You rubbed his back and played with his curls something that always calmed him immediately.

"Darlin', I wanna try something. As long as you're comfortable with it at least."

"What is it hun? You know I'm willing to try things at least once." And with that he pulled away and looked at you, his cheeks turning a light pink with nervousness. "I wanna watch myself. Watch us in the mirror." You smiled at him and eagerly nodded.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, he carried you the bedroom where he sat you on the bed and began kissing your neck. Nipping and sucking, he kissed all over your neck and jawline. You grabbed at the hem of his shirt and pulled it off of him and then began to undo his pants, looking up at Danny with pleading eyes. "Go ahead Darlin'." You pulled his jeans down and off of him, the outline of his hardening cock making you press your thighs together.

You pulled him to you by his hips and kissed his waist. Taking his cock in your hand, you began stroking him slowly. He grew impatient and grabbed your chin, making you look up at him. "Face the mirror. Now." You did as you were told, getting on all fours, ass to Daniel while watching his every move. "Now Darlin', I'm gonna fuck you. And you're gonna watch me. Remember your safe word."

And with that he reached around you, fingers immediately finding your clit. His other hand guiding and lining himself up with your entrance. "Ready?" You nodded and felt him push inside you, immediately bottoming out. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, making sure you kept your eyes on him as he fucked you. "You're so good for me baby."

The sound of skin against skin filled the room as he fucked you, both of you moaning in unison. His eyes met yours in the mirror, a fire of lust and passion burning in them. Daniel's pace picked up, movements becoming sloppy and out of the rhythm he had moments before. "Oh god..Darlin' you feel so good...so close.."

You felt him stop moving completely, a sure sign that he had reached his orgasm as he held your ass as close to his hips as possible. "Don't worry baby..you're gonna get yours tonight too." And with that he had flip onto his back, you above him. Danny grabbed your hips and guided you to be above his face before he pulled you down and immediately attached his lips to your clit. He held you still as you squirmed and wiggled as he pulled the orgasm out of you.

You got off of him and immediately collapsed on the bed beside, exhausted from the night's activities. "You did so well for me sweet girl." Danny put his arm around your waist and pulled you close to him, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck and staying there, his even breathing pulling the both of you into slumber for the night.

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#dannywagner #greta van fic #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #danny wagner x reader #danny wagner x you #greta van smut

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madneedshelp · 10 months

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Spotify Love Story - Sam Kiszka x FReader

Summary: You’ve been in love with your friend, Sam, for so long. You happen to get a peek at his spotify by chance, only to find that he’s dedicated a heartbreaking amount of playlists to a mystery woman he’s obviously in love with. You’d kill to figure out who she is, but you may know her much better than you think…

(This delightful prompt was left anonymously on obetrolncocktails’s blog, whoever came up with it is a genius and I love you)

Warnings: language, angst, miscommunication (don’t come for me), alcohol consumption

WC: 3.4k

Sam was always late. Thankfully never as late as his older twin brothers, but still pretty late to most everything. Needless to say, this wasn’t the first time you’d found yourself lounging on Daniel Wagner’s couch while waiting for him to meet the both of you.

“We should really just pick him up at his place next time,” Danny sighed, checking the time on his phone for the tenth time.

You let out a light chuckle. “Do you think it would help? Then we’d just be waiting on his couch.”

“Touché.”

It was another fifteen minutes before there was a knock on the door. Only forty-five minutes late this time. He was getting better.

“Sammy! Glad you decided to join us!” You laid on the overly sweet, passive-aggressive tone to your voice as Daniel let your friend inside.

Sam waved you off dismissively as he entered the living room area. “Hey now, don’t be like that. Besides, you look pretty damn comfy on Daniel’s couch, so I don’t think you were suffering too much.”

“She’s probably just hangry because we could be eating right now, but someone just arrived.” Danny nudges Sam’s arm as he walks past and over to you. He holds out his hands to pull you up off the couch and you gladly accept.

“Why thank you, Danny. It’s nice to see that one of my boys has manners.” You grin up at him and throw Sam a quick side eye.

The latter lets out a scoff, but you loop your free arm through his and lead them out the door. Danny was partially right, you were getting hangry. Besides, the three of you were off to a new place downtown for lunch and you were really looking forward to trying it.

The whole put-out thing was completely an act. It’s not like you minded hanging out with Danny while you two waited on Sam, and it’s not like you really minded Sam being late either. You’d been close with the two of them since they moved to Nashville. While it had been pure coincidence to run into the up-and-coming Greta Van Fleet years ago, the friendship formed in the time since had held strong. While you did talk to all of them fairly often, it was the rhythm section that had really bonded with you.

“Since I was tragically late, I’ll drive us. How’s that for manners?” Sam smirked at you as he veered toward his car.

“It’s a start,” You smirked back at him.

“Well, I can’t have him beating me at my own game, so why don’t you take shotgun?” Danny quickened his pace to beat you to the car and open your door. “After you, sweetheart.”

You feigned a flustered act as you climbed inside. “My goodness, Daniel, you make a girl feel like a princess.”

Danny gave a quick bow and hopped in the backseat behind you. Sam sighed as he shut his own door.

“Jesus, Daniel, how am I supposed to win with you pulling that shit?” He looked almost ready to admit defeat before he perked up. That was his “idea face”, and that could mean both good and bad things. He turned to you with a grin. “Hey, why don’t you pick the music?”

A look of pure shock washed over both you and Danny. Sam was known to be kind of a music snob. Sure, he had good taste, but he was a bit of an asshole about it and he loved to be in charge of the aux.

“I don’t think he’s ever volunteered this before.” Dany whispered to you.

“Never thought I’d see the day.” You whispered back.

Sam rolled his eyes and shoved his unlocked phone at you. “Oh shut up, just pick something on Spotify and be grateful.”

Deciding to take your rare win, you held your tongue and went to open Spotify. It was in that moment that you became aware of how unprepared you were. You weren’t expecting to be entrusted with music duty, and your brain was conveniently forgetting any song you ever liked.

This was what led you to what felt like the biggest mistake of the day.

Sam probably had plenty of playlists that you would be in the mood for, or that would at the very least inspire your own choice. You clicked on his library and started scrolling. It seemed like there were mostly playlists with witty titles that seemed very “Sam” at first, but then your eyes snagged on something.

“Can’t Get Her Out of My Head”

“Wish I Woke Up to Your Face”

“I’d Play These For You When We Slow Dance”

You felt your heart sink into a bottomless pit. What the fuck were these playlist titles? No, you knew exactly what they were. This was the kind of thing people do when they’re absolutely head-over-heels in love with someone. Sam was in love with someone.

He was in love, and that broke your heart because you were in love with him.

“Jeez, I let you pick the music once and you don’t even have something you want to play? I might have to turn music duty over to Dan.” Sam joked from the driver’s seat as he pulled out onto the road.

You didn’t laugh at his joke. You didn’t pick any music. You just numbly handed the phone over to Danny. “Here, you choose, I can’t think of anything.”

It wasn’t a lie. You really couldn’t think about anything besides the fact that Sam was obviously enamored with someone, and you’d been in love with him for years. Literal years. It made you feel pathetic and sad, but you were mostly just stunned. He hadn’t even mentioned her to you, which he’d done with all his past girlfriends since you met him.

Danny and Sam shot you an odd look, but neither said anything. Danny put on one of his favorite albums and Sam started chattering about how they could incorporate some of the elements into one of their new songs. You mustered up the ability to smile and nod along with the conversation, but it would be a lie to say you were retaining any of it.

Before you knew it, you were seated beside Danny at the restaurant and staring blankly at a menu. As soon as Sam had excused himself to go to the restroom, Danny elbowed you lightly.

“Okay, what’s wrong with you?” He asked, keeping his voice low in case Sam returned.

You looked over at him and shook your head. “Nothing, just hungry.”

“Alright, what are you ordering then? You’ve been staring at the menu for like ten minutes.”

“Not sure yet, it all looks pretty good.” You shrugged.

He gave you a skeptical glance and snatched your menu before you could protest. “Name two things on the middle page, you know, the one you’ve been looking at.”

You let out an irritated sigh and grabbed for your menu, which he thankfully relented. “Fine. I wasn’t looking at the menu. I’m not hungry. Is that what you fucking wanted to hear?”

His eyes widened slightly at your harsh whisper. “I wasn’t trying to upset you, I’m sorry. I promise I just wanted to know what happened in the car that made you sad…and don’t try to tell me you aren’t because I know you and I know something is bothering you.”

It took you a moment to speak. Honestly, if you weren’t so worried Sam would show back up soon, you probably wouldn’t have admitted anything.

“Danny, does Sam like someone? Like have you seen him maybe talking to anyone a lot lately or, I don’t know, flirting with anyone?” Your eyes traveled down to your lap as you let the question escape.

You could’ve sworn his eyes flashed with something like surprise, but he shook his head. “Nope, I’m not sure, but maybe you should talk to Sam about this.”

“Liar, you know something. I can see it in your face, so I suggest you tell me because there is no way I’m talking to Sam about this.” You set the menu down and turned to face him.

“Listen, I really think you should just ask Sam about this. Trust me, okay?” Danny looked at you with a shocking sincerity. He wasn’t kidding and you weren’t sure what this was for.

Unless he did know something, and he didn’t want to be the one to let you down easy. Fuck, fucking fuck. Danny wanted you to ask Sam about the girl, so that Sam could be the one to tell you.

Your eyes were starting to faintly sting and anger surged in you. You were a grown adult. You were not about to cry over a boy in a restaurant. This wasn’t a new love. You’d pined over Sammy for a while, and you’d both dated other people during the time you’d known each other. You were not going to let this get to you.

“Ask me what?” Sam slid down into the other side of the booth, looking between you and Danny.

Wonderful timing on his part. Instead of turning into the spluttering mess you were on the verge of becoming, you took a sip of your water and grabbed your menu while preparing to use the most nonchalant voice you’d ever come up with on the fly.

“Oh, I was just asking Danny to help me decide between the sandwiches. We were having trouble actually figuring out what we want, so he said to ask you, but I think I know what I want now so the crisis has been averted.”

Sam stared at you for a moment, a little wrinkle sitting between his brows. “Oh.”

He most definitely had some suspicions about your excuse, but the waitress showed up to take your orders and to unknowingly save you from a very awkward conversation. You changed the subject once she was gone, and ensured conversation never drifted back. The subject wasn’t revisited for the rest of lunch.

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It had been a full week of stewing over Sam’s spotify playlists before you saw him again. You at least had some luck in the fact that he happened to be busy that week with work. He’d only asked you to meet up once, but you claimed you had errands to run and no other time to do them. He hadn’t pushed too hard, but he did send you a picture of Rosie looking sad on his couch with some caption about her missing your presence on your weekly walks with her.

Deep down you hoped he missed you too.

Sunday night rolled around, and Josh had texted all of you to come for dinner at his place. You originally weren’t going to go, but all the Kiszkas and Danny had responded saying they’d be there, so you figured you had enough of a buffer that it would be safe. You had to see Sam at some point anyway.

It was a little silly if you really thought about it. You were avoiding him, and nothing had even actually happened. All you did was stumble upon some playlists, and then you were the one who got weird.

It was just that you thought something was different this time. You and Sam had both been single for a while now, and he’d been making more plans with you. It was probably stupid, but you thought maybe it meant something. Well, you used to think that.

Equipped with a bottle of wine and a dessert that you made sure everyone could eat, you found yourself at Josh’s door promising yourself that tonight was going to be fun and you were done worrying about the love life of Sam Kiszka.

“Hello, I brought booze,” You grinned as Josh opened the door to let you inside.

He beamed back at you and took your dessert plate so you could set down your things. “Perfect! I knew there was a reason I invited you.”

“Aw, you always know how to make a person feel special, Josh.” You clutched your heart jokingly and headed for the kitchen to greet everyone else.

Jake was cooking while Sam and Danny made margaritas, and it seemed that everyone had partners there besides you and Sam. Not that that was a surprise, you figured they’d be there. You just hadn’t really thought about the fact that you two were currently the only single ones.

“Any way I could get one of those?” You took a seat at the kitchen island across from where Sam stood.

Sam smiled at you and held up a margarita with a look of contemplation. “Hmm, I’m not sure. You did skip out on the walk on Thursday. Rosie is very upset, and I’m not sure she’d want you to have it.”

Even when he teased you, he was still so fucking cute. It didn’t hurt that he looked really good tonight. You always loved when he pulled his hair back into a low bun, and he had on one of the sweaters you’d bought him for Christmas last year. Not that you cared about that.

“I promise I will make it up to Rosie and we can go for an extra long walk next week. Maybe even a hike on this one trail I was reading about that’s like an hour away.” You offered.

“Deal,” he handed you the glass. “We will be taking you up on that offer for the hike.”

“Sounds good,” you nodded and took a sip, careful to keep a smile. You were friends first, you reminded yourself. You had been his friend for years and you could keep doing that.

Not long after, Jake announced that food was ready. As always when he cooked, everyone flocked to the table immediately. Jake and Sam were truly great chefs, and you knew the food would be great before you even tasted it.

Sure enough, the meal was fantastic, and it was gone all too soon. The company was great too. You actually forgot about your little personal spiral for an evening and just got to be with your friends.

It was nice enough out, and a bonfire was suggested. While everyone else went out to set up, you hung back with Danny and his girlfriend to gather the drinks. It wasn’t a Kiszka bonfire without booze, of course.

As you finished loading up a cooler with beers, Danny grabbed your elbow. “Can we talk about lunch last week?”

You shot him a look. “What about it?”

“Sam said you canceled plans on him and you’ve been off. I take it you didn’t talk to him?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I said I wasn’t going to, but let’s not worry about that.” You pushed the lid onto the cooler a little harder than you needed to.

Danny sighed. “You’re right, I do think he likes someone, and I really think you two should talk things out.”

You whirled to face Danny with a glare. His girlfriend smacked his arm lightly. “Jesus, honey, why are you being so cryptic? I really don’t think it’s helping.”

“She’s right,” you picked up the cooler. “It’s really just making me feel worse, and I don’t want to talk about Sam’s mystery woman anymore because if you can’t tell, I’m kind of in love with him.”

Before you could process what you just said, you headed out the back door. Danny and his girlfriend followed not long after, coolers in hand. He looked pretty apologetic when he met your eyes and you gave him a sad smile and an “it’s okay” nod in return.

The night would still be good. You promised yourself that. Jake and Danny went and got their acoustic guitars, Josh sang along a little with them, it was nice. Except for the fact that Sam kept glancing at you, and you were becoming more and more sure that Danny told him what you said.

Unfortunately, the drink supply was cut off prematurely when an entire cooler got knocked over and the contents shattered on the concrete. Alas, that wasn’t going to kill the evening either.

In an odd turn of events, Sam was the most sober of the crowd, and therefore volunteered to go on a drink run. He had only had one margarita, whereas the rest of you had gone a bit further. Well, you hadn’t drank much either with your mind on other things.

“Hey, why don’t you come with me?” Sam’s voice startled you.

You blinked at him. “What?”

He chuckled. “Just come with me to get more stuff. This way we get to pick out all the good stuff we like and use Josh’s credit card.”

“Yeah, okay, let me get my purse.” You nodded slowly and went to find your stuff.

Not the alone time. You came because there would be a buffer. You’d get over yourself eventually, but you hadn’t exactly prepared for a car ride alone with him. Especially not when Daniel may or may not have relayed the confession of your love to him.

You were committed to going now though, so you would just have to pray that he didn’t bring it up. You met him out front and climbed into the passenger seat, vaguely reminded of the last time you sat there.

“No music duty this time?” You joked, though it came out a little halfhearted.

Sam didn’t look up from his phone as he answered. “Nope, not this time. Technically, you didn’t even have music duty last time.”

“Oh whatever, I had it and then Daniel took over.” You scoffed.

The first song that came on was familiar, but the two of you kept talking. Still, you recognized it and kept an ear out. The next song was also familiar. So was the third. By the fourth, you had strong suspicions of what was going on.

Sam pulled in the parking lot of the liquor store when you finally figured it out for sure.

“What the actual fuck, Sam.” You grit out.

He looked genuinely surprised by your anger. “What? What’s wrong?”

You barked a bitter laugh. “Playing the fucking playlists you made for her? Right in front of me? Why would you do that?”

Sam unbuckled and turned to better face you. “Who is her? What are you talking about?”

“The woman you’re in love with! The playlists with so much Hozier and the cheesy titles! The playlists you fucking made for her! I know Danny told you, you’ve been looking at me weird since I accidentally told him, so why would you play her playlists for me now?” You shouted, on the verge of sobbing right there in the car.

He leaned the slightest bit closer and placed a hand on your cheek, which you wanted to yank away but couldn’t make yourself. “There is no her. I made them for you.”

You sniffled in what was probably the most unattractive way. “Me? They’re mine?”

He smiled a little, in a bashful way that didn’t happen often. “All yours. You’re the one I’m in love with. I should’ve told you sooner, but I wasn’t sure how felt. I didn’t want to lose you, but then you started acting off and I figured out that you probably saw the playlists the other day and decided it was time to lay it all out there. For the record, Daniel hasn’t told me anything about you tonight.”

It was you. He actually loved you. He put those stupid, incredibly sweet playlists together because he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Your face broke out in a full smile. “I’m glad you told me, and I’m even more glad that Danny didn’t tell you anything.”

“Why’s that?” He asked, his own smile growing.

“Because now I get to tell you that I love you myself. I’ve loved you for so long. I love you, Sammy.” You moved in closer to him, leaning your forehead against his.

“And I love you.” He let himself melt further into your touch, and when your lips finally met, you could feel that that was completely true.

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jake-kiszkas-smirk · 1 year

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I Think I'd Like That

Danny Wagner X Fem Reader

18+ only, minors DNI

Warnings: Unprotected sex, bondage, m-sub, f-dom, choking, begging, mommy kink, masturbation, oral (m-rec), dacryphilia if you squint,

(yes, there will probably be a part 2 to this)

You flashed a smile to the receptionist at the recording studio as you walked by. In hand you had lunch from your and Danny's favorite sandwich shop. As you approached the door you knew led to the room the guys usually used you could hear shouting. You made it a few more steps before the door swung open and Jake stormed past you. You turned, back against the wall to stay out of his way. Next came Josh who walked out of the door and walked the opposite way down the hall.

You cautiously stepped into the room, Sam was fidgeting with buttons on the recording booth, and Danny was in the actual recording area adjusting something on his drums.

"Hey," You said softly, "Special delivery"

His face softened immediately when he turned and saw you.

"Babe" He sighed as he turned and walked over to you, "I didn't know you were bringing me lunch today," he leaned down and kissed your forehead. You reached up and caressed his face as he did it, and you felt his whole body relax at your touch.

"Had a gut feeling you could use your favorite sandwich today, can't have my favorite drummer getting famished" You grinned. He just huffed a laugh as he led you back into the room Sam was still sitting in. There was a couch with a coffee table in front of it, he sunk into the couch and patted the spot next to him.

"What did you get me?" He asked as he opened the bag,

"Daniel," You smirked, "Is that even a question?"

That adorable, crooked smile made an appearance.

"My favorite" He said as he opened it, sighing again. He had a unknowing habit of sighing a lot when he was stressed. You were certain he wasn't even aware he did it.

"Long day?" you whispered, sitting cross legged and getting your sandwich unwrapped as well. He looked to you, then to the back of Sam's head, then back to you with a nod of his head and roll of his eyes. You knew that was the only answer you'd get here. You gave his thigh a reassuring squeeze, and then kissed his cheek.

You both finished your lunch, and were chatting on the couch. You were getting up to leave,

"You staying at my place tonight-" You were cut off with the commotion of the twins bickering as they walked back into the studio.

"Oh christ, Josh, You're being too picky!" Jake shouted,

"No, it needs to sound a certain way! It's not right yet!" Josh argued,

"I think both of you are wrong," Sam chimed in, just to stir the pot.

"I am not wrong! Jake is just being fucking lazy!" Josh snapped, motioning to Jake.

They continued arguing and you looked to Danny, who had his eyes closed as he rubbed his temples. He opened his eyes, forcing a smile.

"Would all 3 of you just shut it for five seconds" He said, voice commanding the room, a firm but calm tone. They all looked at him, defiant looks on their faces, but they obliged. Facing you again he took your hand and led you out to the hallway, "At this rate I don't know when I'll get home. Don't wait up too late, ok?" It made you heart swell that he called it home. You two didn't technically live together yet, but he spent most of his time there.

"Alright, try not to work too hard?" You said as you stood on your tip toes and gave him a kiss on the lips.

"No promises" He mumbled as he turned and walked back into the studio.

You walked out to your car, Danny weighing on your mind. He was so stressed, you knew he loved his brothers, but you also knew he got tired of playing mediator and babysitter sometimes. He'd never admit it, but you knew. You thought about ways you could cheer him up. You could cook him his favorite dinner, but chances are it would be cold by the time he got home. You could take him out on a date, but you knew most nights he was so tired he'd rather stay home.

You considered your options, trying to think of all his favorite things. You smiled to yourself as you heard him in your head saying, 'You're my favorite thing y/n'. Then as if a light flipped on in your head, you decided to get a new lingerie set to surprise him with. You started your car and headed for your favorite sex shop. This particular shop sold all the run of the mill stuff, but also had a lingerie section.

You walked past the toy section and to the back of the store where they kept the lingerie. You spotted your normal go to styles: lacy, feminine, sheer, 'girly' soft colors. These were your go to, and Danny never had any complaints. You didn't really see anything that stuck out to you as you browsed. The sales woman must have noticed,

"Let me go pull something from the back for you," She said as she passed by. You gave her an appreciative smile and looked at your phone as you waited. You heard her approaching again and looked up, "I don't know if this is your style, but I thought I'd try" She shrugged with a grin.

In her hands she held a hanger that had no real material. It was a body harness made of leather with silver details and rings. You took the hanger from her as you studied it. It was nothing you had worn before,

"How-do people just wear this by itself?" You asked the woman

"You can, or you can pair it with a matching set under for some more coverage if you want?" You nodded as she spoke,

"I think I'll hold on to it" You said hesitantly,

"Alright," She huffed a laugh, "Let me know if you need anything else"

As she walked away you inspected it over again. Thinking about how it reminded you of something a dominatrix would wear. You started to wonder if Danny would be into that...

You thought about how it might be something he'd like, being able to give up control for once. It was not somewhere you and him had ventured before. He was usually the dominant one in the bedroom, you weren't sure how he'd react if the roles reversed. You bit the inside of your cheek as you thought about the possibilities. It excited you more than you anticipated. You decided this part was something you wanted to play...that was if Danny was also down. You looked around the store, eyes landing on a black lacy lingerie set. It was fairly simple, which was fine since you planned to wear the harness over it. You felt color rise in your cheeks as you realized the panties were crotchless. You grabbed it from the rack and started making your way to the front of the store.

You had a pep in your step but stopped in your tracks as something caught your eye. You let your eyes travel the wall that was full of hooks holding different styles of cuffs. 'Might as well really go for it right?' you thought. You picked up a few different ones, weighing the options, wanting to pick some that were secure but also had no risk of potentially hurting his hands or wrists. You ended up landing on a pair that was a thick cuff made of leather, and had a buckle type closure. They were pricey, but you knew it was worth it. You finished making you way to the checkout counter and placed all your items on it.

You got home and counted yourself lucky that you had a while before Danny got home. You felt like you wanted to be a little more informed on being more dominant, that and get more ideas. You spent the next few hours completely absorbed in 'research'. Most of the sources said that fully committing to the role was important. Many things that you read, written by women said that they had particular outfits they wore when being the dominant one. They'd pick outfits that made their confidence skyrocket. You looked over to the bag sitting next to you. You hoped it made you feel as confident you thought it would. You continued your scrolling, reading things about safe words, checking in, and things like that, things you already knew because Daniel did them for you.

You went about the rest of your day, little chores around the house. Trying to stay busy and occupy your time until Danny would be over. You heard your phone go off and looked at the screen to see a text from him,

My Love- Josh said we will be done in 30 minutes, so I'll be home in an hour. -Ok, I have a surprise for you when you get here. Do me a favor and keep your eyes closed when you get here? My Love- Should I be scared? lol I will try and remember to close my eyes. -Perfect, I love you, see you soon xoxo

You felt giddy as you hurried off to your bathroom to get ready. You decided to really go all out. You showered and did all of your pre-sex shower routine. When you got out you did a dark smokey eye, a deep red lip, and a slicked back high ponytail. You looked so different from your everyday self, which consisted of a light neutral shadow look and maybe a natural lip. You already felt more confident, like a different version of yourself.

You opened the shopping bag, pulling out your purchases. You put on the lingerie, and then struggled with the harness for a moment before getting it on. You mentally thanked the nice sales woman who had informed you it was in fact 2 pieces, one that was for your upper body, and one that was similar to a garter belt. She had shown you the basics of how to get it on. You adjusted all the buckles and got it where it was comfortable. You took a deep breath and then turned to look at yourself in the mirror.

You weren't sure who was staring back at you, but she was a bad bitch. You felt your confidence climb higher and higher the longer you admired your reflection. You couldn't wait to see Danny's reaction, although if things went how you planned, you'd have to wait a little longer.

You looked at the clock, he would be home soon. You took the cuffs and put them on the bed. You grabbed one of your silk scarves you'd tie in your hair sometimes. You turned on some music and waited by the door.

A few minutes later you heard keys outside the door. You grabbed the doorknob once he unlocked it.

"Are your eyes closed?" You asked playfully,

"Oh, right" He laughed, "Yes they are closed"

You felt your heart start to race. Taking a deep breath you reminded yourself, commit to it.

"Ok, keep them closed"

"Ok, let me in" He giggled again, jiggling the doorknob.

You let him into the apartment, immediately securing the blindfold on him.

"What are you up-" His words stopped as he reached out and touched your waist. His hands traveled over your bare skin, the corners of his mouth twitching up. His hands roamed further and came in contact with the leather. His smile turned into his lips slightly parting as his hands felt the material. "Is-is this new?"

"It is," You said, no hope in hiding the smirk in your voice.

"I don't know what you're up to, but I'm into it" He said, his voice already dropping into that lower register. The way it sounded when he was turned on. You walked him backwards to where he was pinned against the door.

"Are you?" You paused as you reached between the two of you, palming him through his jeans. He groaned, hands sliding around to your back and down to your ass, giving it a squeeze. "I just thought maybe you'd like to not think for once. Have someone else telling you what to do" You pressed a kiss to his jaw, "How does that sound?"

You could feel him growing harder inside his jeans, his head now tipped back and resting against the door. His lips parted, his adams apple bobbing as he answered

"I think I'd like that" he said. He was already so breathy, rutting his hips into your hand. It was intoxicating, seeing how vulnerable he was already being for you. You tilted his face to yours, kissing him deeply. His hands caressed your face, his tongue pressing into your mouth. As he held your face you reached down, unbuttoning his pants and reaching your hand inside. You wrapped your hand around his length firmly. He moaned into your mouth as you freed him from his jeans and stroked him slowly,

"Yeah? You gonna be a good boy for me?" You whispered against his lips. You held your breath as you waited for his answer,

"Yes," His answer shuddered out of him, his cock twitching in your hand. You let his pants fall to the ground and took his shirt off for him as well. His curious hands were roaming your body,

"Oh, you liked that didn't you?" you teased as you kissed at his collar bones. "You like it when I call you a good boy?"

Even with the blindfold on you could see his cheeks blush as he nodded, "What do you want me to call you?"

"What do you want to call me?"

"I-" He started and then stopped himself, "Don't know"

That was a lie, but you'd let him wait till he was ready to disclose his choice.

"Well, thats ok" you replied, "You can think on it"

He nodded shyly, "I wanna see you,"

"You have to wait a little bit longer, patience baby" You took his hand and led him to the bedroom. You got in there and guided him to the bed, having him lay back on it. Crawling up his body you straddled his waist. His hands ran up and down your thighs, a little shaky. "Are you nervous?"

"Not in a bad way," He said through a small grin, "I trust you"

"Glad to hear it" You leaned forward and grabbed the handcuffs, the small length of chain between them rattling. Still blindfolded Danny turned his head towards the sound, "Whats your safeword?"

His attention turned back to you, his grip on your hips getting tighter as he rocked you against him, "You think I'll need it?"

"Safeword, Daniel." you said sternly,

"Drumstick" He huffed out in a laugh. You scooted up his body a bit, taking his hands above his head. As you secured them to the headboard he started to squirm slightly beneath you.

"So restless," You teased as you scooted back down to straddle his waist, leaning down to kiss him, "You want this off?" You ran your finger over the blindfold.

"God yes," he nodded eagerly. You took it off and watched as he blinked, letting his eyes adjust. When they focused on you they went wide, mouth dropping open. He instinctively tried to touch you, pulling against the cuffs. "Fuck" He laughed, realizing his predicament.

"You like it?" your hands rubbed up and down his chest, thumbs brushing over his nipples. He lifted his head as much as he could to take in the whole outfit, eyes fixing on the crotchless panties.

"You look so sexy, please let me touch you" he groaned

"I think I'll have my fun first" You climbed off of him, kneeling next to him on the bed. "You're just too pretty, all laid out and at my mercy" Goosebumps covered his skin as you danced your fingers down his side and to his thigh, "Maybe if you're good I'll take them off"

You started placing kisses on his stomach, gently brushing your fingers through his happy trail. "I'll be so good for you" He rasped, lifting his hips into the air, wanting desperately for you to touch his cock. You knew as desperate as he was for you to touch him, he was even more desperate to touch you. You decided that the latter would be what you preyed on.

"I know you will baby" You cooed, kisses getting closer and closer to his length. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to make it easy for you,"

You straddled his body once again, but now facing his feet. He sucked in a breath through his teeth as you took him into your hand, pumping him slowly. He was already so hard, telling you how much he was really enjoying this.

"You're so wet" He said softly, and you weren't sure if he was talking to himself or you. He was right, you could feel your slick against his stomach,

You looked over your shoulder, arching your back and pressing your hips back, your dripping core just out of his reach as he lifted his head to try and taste you. He let out a frustrated sigh as he let his head fall back against the pillow,

"Am I?" You reached your hand under yourself, running your fingers through your wetness, inches from his face. "Mmm I am, aren't I...." You let out a quiet moan as you slipped your fingers into yourself. Quiet curses passed Danny's lips. You couldn't see him but were more than confident he was watching intently as you worked your fingers in and out. You leaned forward, wrapping your hand around the base of his length. You knew you had small hands, but the fact that your fingertips didn't meet when you held him always made your clit throb.

You kitten licked the precum from his tip, and he bucked his hips into the air, or tried to.

"Please," He whined, his voice already sounding strained.

"Please what?" You licked up the side of his shaft, grinning to yourself as he shifted under you, "Use your words,"

You were determined to get him to unravel at your hand. You wanted him to be reduced to a mess. You wanted to hear him say the filthy things he wanted, wanted him to beg for them.

"Your mouth"

You licked a stripe up the other side of his shaft, "What about it?"

"It feels so good," he gasped as you swirled your tongue over his tip, the noise of the handcuffs rattling telling you he was tugging at them again, "Please" he whimpered. You thought it might be the prettiest sound you'd ever heard. You took him into your mouth, sinking down till he was nudging the back of your throat.

He let out a noise of relief, followed by a pained sound as you took your mouth off him with a pop. He writhed under you, the movement only shifting you around on your fingers and coaxing a moan from yourself.

"Fuck, mommy please, please suck my cock" He rushed out. Suddenly his body stilled. You registered pretty quickly that he had no idea that the name had sent a second wave of wetness to your heat, and that he was probably nervous you didn't like it, "I-"

"Shh, calm down baby, mommy is going to take care of you" You soothed, feeling his body go into motion again, the smallest of sighs telling you your reassurance had worked. You gave in, taking him into your mouth, bobbing your head as your continued to work yourself with your fingers. Using your hand to stroke in rhythm with your mouth you pulled the prettiest noises from the man underneath you.

You were bringing yourself closer to the edge with each rock of your hips and curl of your fingers, moaning around him as you bobbed your head.

"I can see you clenching around your fingers, you need more" He choked out, clearly trying to hold off his own end. The way he was twitching and throbbing against your tongue telling you he had been close, "Use me, I'm so hard for you, cum on my cock"

You removed your mouth from him, and your fingers from yourself. You carefully maneuvered to straddle his crotch, facing his head. You held your fingers up, spreading them apart, your arousal a thin shimmering web between them. His eyes fixed on them, you showed him mercy and offered them to his mouth. He welcomed them without hesitation, his eyes fluttering shut as he savored the taste of you.

"That sounds a little self-serving, don't you think Daniel?" You said in a condescending tone. His eyes flashed to you, desperation flickering in them as he shook his head, mouth still wrapped around your fingers. "No?" you asked, tilting your head

"No," He mumbled around your digits, not ready to give them up. "I won't even cum, just want you to cum, want to be good for you"

A pleased hum was your response as you laid his hard dick against his belly. It was still slick with your spit as you used your free hand to spread yourself and lowered down to the underside his shaft. You began rolling your hips, rubbing your clit up and down his length.

"Wha-what are you doing?" He murmured

"Gonna make myself cum on your cock baby, just like you asked" Your cheshire cat grin had him quickly realizing his mistake.

"Thats not-" he started, eyes going wide as your hand went from his mouth to harshly grabbing his jaw, squeezing to where his lips were pursed.

"Hush." you commanded, leaning forward to where your noses were almost touching, "You want to be a good boy? Then you sit there and take it while I use your cock how I please." a tiny pathetic noise came out of him, and in a moment of weakness you licked into his mouth, releasing his jaw as he kissed you hungrily. You braced yourself with one hand on the headboard and one on his chest as you grinded against him. The way his tongue danced with yours, and the sounds rumbling from his chest had you spiraling,

Breaking for air you let your forehead fall to his, a moan shaking out of you as your orgasm approached rapidly,

"Keep going, soak me" He rasped against your lips, his voice breaking, "It's yours, my cock is yours mommy"

As soon as those words graced your ears your orgasm crashed into you like a freight train. You worked yourself through it, legs shaking as you let it take over you. Danny took your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at it with a growl as he felt the warmth trickling down his sides.

Catching your breath you sat up, still slowly rolling your hips over him.

“I know I said I wouldn’t cum, but I need it” his words catching in his throat as you focused your movements to his tip, “I- shit-it’s too much, please fuck me”

“I’m not convinced you want it bad enough yet” you raked your fingers through his sweaty curls,

“I don’t want it, I fucking need it” he pleaded, “Need you, need that warm and wet cunt wrapped around me, I need it-fuck I need it” he sounds as if he’d break down into tears if you denied him, he continued to beg, almost incoherently, only stopping when you abruptly sank down onto his length,

A whimpering cry came out of him as you wasted no time, immediately bouncing on his cock, balancing your hands on his chest,

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" He sobbed out as he thrashed his head against the pillow. There were no tears, but he was definitely a wreck.

Your hand went to his neck and his thrashing stopped with a gasp. You quickly removed your hand, worried you had made him uncomfortable,

"Do it again," He spoke through ragged breaths, "I liked it, put it back, tighter"

You hesitantly put your hand around his throat, riding him faster. His face was flushed, his bottom lip pink and swollen from him biting it over and over.

"Tighter, please mo-" his words cut off, eyes rolling back as you tightened your grip,

"Thats it, so, so, good for me" You praise, "Now cum for me, fill me up baby"

He opened his mouth like he was going to speak, but all that came out was a strangled moan as he fell apart. You could've cum again just watching him. The way his lower stomach quivered, the way the muscles in his neck tensed as he clenched his jaw, the small grunts that worked their way out of him and filled the room.

You rode him through it, slowing down when you knew he was coming down. When you felt his cock stop twitching you gently lifted off his length. staying in your spot straddling his hips you leaned down, loosing your grip on his neck and peppering his jaw with kisses as he caught his breath. The rise and fall of his chest slowed,

"Holy-" He said with a small laugh,

"Yeah?" You sat up a little, nudging his nose with yours

"Yeah" He replied as his lips turned up into a smile,

"Choking kink huh?" You teased as you sat up, eyeing him with a quirked brow. He blushed,

"Mommy kink huh?" He jested back, causing you to blush along with him.

"Thats both of us I think" you said, raking your fingers down his sides and causing him to squirm

"Alright, alright" He bubbled with laughter, nearly knocking you off of him as he moved, "You've had your fun, let me go"

You showed him mercy and stopped tickling him, but decided to fuck with him just a little more. You raised off of him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and climbing off the bed. He watched you, a confused look taking over his features. You struggled to hide your smile as you made your way to the door,

"Y/n" He said, lifting his head, "What are you doing,"

"I think I'm gonna leave you there a little longer," You shrugged, losing your composure and grinning as he playfully furrowed his brows and smirked at you

"Y/n....come take these off or you'll regret it" He warned with a smile,

"Hmmm.." You pretended to consider, "Nope."

You turned on your heels and started to leave the room. You stopped in your tracks when you heard a loud pop. You quickly looked back into the room. Danny was sitting up in the bed, looking at the leather cuffs that now both had broken links of chain.

"Did you-" You started,

That wicked smile you loved formed on his face as he sprang into motion, making a beeline for you,

A shriek of laughter thrilled out of you as you turned and took off running down the hallway. It wasn't long before you felt him wrap his strong arms around you, nuzzling his face into the side of your neck as he laughed.

"Those were expensive!" You said as he held you

"I'll pay you back" He mumbled as he nipped at your neck, "In more ways than one" He added, scooping you up and carrying you back to the bedroom.

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gvfgal · 1 year

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Help me choose my next series!

As I’ve mentioned (probably too much), I have lots of ideas for my next series, and because I’m already in the process of working on something else (collab), only one can remain! I’ve struggled for weeks trying to pick one idea to run with, but I decided it’d be best for you guys to choose.

These are the three ideas that I have, and I’d realllyyyyyyyyy appreciate it if you guys left some feedback about which one you’d like to see. I CANT DO IT WITHOUT U GUYS!!!

1. Sons of Devlin

DannyxReader, Dark Academia, AU

After getting the opportunity to study at the prestigious and haunting Devlin Academy of Esoteric studies, you’re quickly sucked into the twisted world of the Sons of Devlin, the schools “rumored” secret society. From the moment you cross paths with them, your world is turned upside down, causing you to question everything you thought you knew, and reveal secrets you never thought could exist. And even worse, you find yourself falling in love with the brooding grandmaster Daniel Wagner.

2. (No Title… Yet)

JakexReader, Biker!Jake, AU, Dark Themes

After his father's death, Jake returns to his hometown to take his place in the biker gang. There, he meets you, the mysterious yet mesmerizing daughter of a deceased member, and you quickly begin a passionately chaotic relationship. Jake struggles to balance the life of the gang with his relationship with you, you struggle to keep your past a secret, afraid it will change things between you.

This one was heavily inspired by my partner making me watch Sons of Anarchy & Lana Del Rey’s music (I’m re-entering my Lana era and it’s dangerous for everyone). Neither the reader or Jake are the best of people in this one (very indie cult theme), and this one won’t include any of the other boys (for the sake of the storyline).

3. (No Title… Yet)

JakexReader, Dark Themes, Age Gap, AU

Jake is a retired army vet who tragically lost his wife and daughter in a car accident 5 years ago. You’re a waitress at a diner trapped in an abusive relationship, and also a crush on the quiet army vet that frequents your job. On an off chance encounter, Jake saved you from a terrible fate, offering you a place to stay while you get back on your feet. But when feelings begin to grow, the once friendly favor becomes something much more complicated.

I imagine Jake being in his mid 30’s, while the reader is in her mid 20’s. I got this idea based off of a dream I had about Hopper from stranger things (no I don’t wanna talk about it). It does have themes of domestic violence, which may be difficult for some, and I also know everyone isn’t comfortable with the whole age gap thing. But overall I think it’d be a very cute story!

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stardustbarbarians · 1 year

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I'll Just Wipe Off My Neck

Chapter 3 (ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 4)

A Jake Kiszka/Daniel Wagner & Samuel Kiszka/Daniel Wagner Fic

Summary: Nothing can come between brothers. Except when your older brother steals the person he knows you have feelings for.

Tags: pining, unrequited love (maybe), angst

Trigger Warnings: brief mentions of drowning

A/N: Sorry this took me months to update! But, I updated the cover! Title taken from Drop the Guillotine by Peach Pit. Also this chapter is dedicated to @dannythedog as she encouraged me to update this fic. As always, enjoy!

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After his talk with his siblings, he attempted to talk to Jake. However, it had seemed to become increasingly impossible. With each passing hour, Jake and Danny were becoming closer and closer. One place Jake went, Danny would follow and vice versa. It was one of the most infuriating yet painful things for Sam to watch. The pitying looks he kept receiving from Ronnie and Josh weren’t helping at all.

On top of it being practically a hopeless venture, the activities that occurred that day proved to be Sam’s bane. Right after breakfast, Sam’s mom sent her children to the grocery store to get fresh produce for that night’s dinner and Danny tagged along with them. Sam liked to think that it wasn’t intentional, but almost immediately Jake and Daniel split off by themselves to try and find the tomatoes and whatever else they needed while the other three were left to search for the other items.

Sam could hear Danny’s boisterous laugh from aisles over, cackling at whatever Jake was doing. Each time it happened, Sammy just looked over at where the sound came from forlornly, pining after the warm feeling that usually took residence in his chest when he made Danny laugh in such a way. It was replaced with a bitter yet empty remorse.

“Jake has the dullest sense of humor, how can he even be laughing that much?” Sam spat, his grip on the shopping basket so tight, he could actually feel the plastic buckling under his grasp.

Ronnie looked over from checking over the list she was given, scanning her little brother’s body language and feeling the heavy sympathy sinking within her like an anchor in the ocean. “I don’t know how to tell you this, Sammy.”

“I got it,” Josh said to his sister, “usually someone only laughs that much or that loudly when they’re attracted to them,” Josh explained insensitively. The look Sam shot his brother was enough to slaughter ten people.

“Oh, I had no fucking idea! Thank you so much, Joshua!” Sam hissed, trying his absolute hardest not to clock Josh with the basket in his hand. Seemingly guessing Sam’s intentions, Ronnie stepped between her brothers, arms out and facing the youngest.

“Ok, that’s enough. Sam, give me the basket and go wait in the car. I know that this whole thing with Jake is shitty, but you can’t take it out on Josh,” she delegated, holding her palm out so Sam could place the plastic grocery basket into her hand. He did so, the black plastic leaving a dust on his hand as well as angry red marks from how hard he was clutching it earlier.

Without any further words to his siblings, Sam followed his sister’s order and went to go sit in the car. Except, he was locked out. And Jake had the keys.

Angrily kicking the tire, Sam decided to just sit on the roof of the car and wait for everyone there. The metal was burning the skin of his legs that he had crossed in order to fit them comfortably on the car, but it was a far cry from the boiling rage festering under his skin. He truly loathed the way he was reacting to the whole situation, but he just couldn’t help it. He was just so fucking mad. Even though it felt justified, it was only a hollow victory.

All he wanted was for Daniel’s happiness. And even with his hunch that Jake didn’t actually like Danny and was just using him, the evidence disproved that. Sam hung his head, looking at his hands fidgeting in his lap. The only time he had felt this conflicted in his entire life was the moment he realized he was bisexual.

Strangely enough, he was watching Pirates of the Caribbean for about the thousandth time because Jake was able to pick the movie that night. As per usual, he thought Elizabeth was absolutely stunning; who didn’t find Kiera Knightly attractive? Also as was usual for a viewing of this film, Sam admired Will and his dedication to Elizabeth. It was only meant to be a passing joke to get maybe a few laughs from Ronnie or the twins, but it ended up shattering his entire world view.

“If he asked me to, I’d totally go gay for Will.” It was only meant as a joke.

“Y’know, if you say you’d go gay for someone, it typically means that you are gay,” Ronnie piped up while flipping the page of the magazine she was reading. She had said it so casually and unbothered just as if she would have talked about school work she needed to get done. Despite her tone, she had just completely shattered Sam’s world view with one sentence.

Sam had felt the ground shift beneath his feet as that sentence sank its claws into his conscious brain. He couldn’t see his own appearance, but if he had been told that he looked as though all the blood had been drained from his body, he would’ve believed it. His hands felt like TV static, his feet following soon after. He felt cold suddenly, his eyes unable to move from the spot they’d been in since Ronnie had spoken. He didn’t know how long he stayed like that.

“Sam? You ok?” Josh asked, shaking his little brother’s shoulder. That finally roused him from his trance. He looked over at Josh, seeing concern written all over his face.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” Before anyone could stop him, Sam got up and shakily ran outside. He needed some air; he felt as if he was suffocating.

Am I gay??

The grass was cold underneath his bare feet, the September night air chilling his lungs as his long legs carried him deeper into the wilderness that surrounded his house.

I can’t be- I like girls…

He finally stopped when his arm caught a tree, leaning against it to catch his breath and to support his unstable legs. His hair was hanging down into his eyes, his panting breath visible in the chill of the night.

…right?

Turning over so that he gazed up into the sky, he contemplated why he felt so completely gutted; why he felt like Ronnie was able to see something in his soul that Sam couldn’t even see himself. He’d hoped that the stars would be able to calm him down, but it was cloudy. Regardless, he watched the clouds float across the sky, swirling and dancing into different shapes before his very eyes. He felt his breathing slow as he continued to gaze upon the swelling and dissipating shapes thousands of feet above him. His mind was still racing, but he at least no longer felt like he was going to faint.

Sam had no idea why he was freaking out so much. His parents weren’t the type to kick him out for being gay and his siblings wouldn’t think of him any different, but there was something eating away at the back of his mind that told him he should be worried. But… he didn’t even know if he was gay, so there’s no reason for him to be so worried… right?

“Jesus, there you are! We’ve been calling you for half an hour!” Jake reprimanded, approaching his brother while trying not to trip over any loose sticks that were covered by the vibrant autumn leaves burning with orange and yellow color. His footsteps crashed through the leaves, the loud crunching reminiscent of static.

“Sorry, I just-”

“You can’t just run off like that, you little bastard! We were all worried about you!” Before Sam could answer, Jake pulled him into a tight hug, his head being crushed underneath his big brother’s arms as they embraced. Out of all his family members, Sam expected to be missed the least by Jake. He didn’t know why, it was just what he thought.

“I’m fine! Goddamn; I won’t be for much longer if you keep suffocating me!” Sammy yelled, lightly smacking Jake on the arm. He was finally released, dramatically gasping for air as he pulled away. Jake gave him a look that told him to stop being such a drama queen, but there was a smile threatening to break out on his lips.

“What got you so spooked that you felt the need to run away and live a life of solitude in the woods?” Jake crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against a tree near Sam.

Sam froze up, not wanting to answer that question. How do you casually tell someone that you’re questioning your sexuality?? “Oh. Well-”

“Was it what Ronnie said?”

Once again, Sam froze.

Noticing his brother’s defensive posture, Jake sighed. “I told her not to say anything to you and let you figure it out yourself.”

That caught Sam’s attention. It made about a thousand warning bells go off in his head.

“You… You what?”

Jake’s gaze darted away from Sam’s when he tried to make eye contact. He knew that what he had just admitted was a huge bombshell and implied a lot more than Jake even understood.

“You guys knew?! You-”

Suddenly, Sam was both flabbergasted and angry at his family. He found himself looking at the clouds once again, measuring out his breaths so that he wouldn’t explode on his older brother and say something he regretted. It took a moment, he eventually got to a spot that was calm enough. Jake waited Sammy out; he had no other choice.

“Do mom and dad know?” the youngest eventually asked, refusing to take his eyes off the clouds swelling above him.

Jake made a noise that could’ve been the start to a word, but it sounded as if it got tangled inside his vocal cords. Trying again after clearing his throat and taking a breath, he answered. “Yes. They know.”

It was only three words. They shouldn’t have made tears come to his eyes. Despite all the logic in his brain telling him that crying was irrational, his emotions stubbornly refused to pay attention. He felt ridiculous as the hot tears rolled down his cold cheeks.

“Sam, you know nobody gives a shit, right?”

That was what finally snapped Sam’s restraint. He whipped his head around, his hair nearly whipping his own face as he faced his brother. He felt a rage on his blood that was unfettered, his hands readying for violence as they balled into fists. He clenched his jaw so hard, he was afraid of shattering his teeth.

“Yeah? Well, guess what, asshole?! I DO! I fucking care that you guys have been discussing my sexuality behind my fucking back! Am I nobody now??”

The older brother went to open his mouth thinking that Sam had finished, but he didn’t get to even take a breath before Sam cut him off.

“Do you understand how invasive that is?? Or did you not even care? No, I bet you all played a little game over it. Did you bet money?? Who won? Veronica? Is that why she ‘pushed’ me along?? So she could win the prize?!”

“Samuel!” Jake cried, reminding Sam of how Josh would sound when screaming. “Just calm down, alright? We didn’t bet on your sexuality.”

Jake was holding out his arms in a placiting manner. It was as if he was trying to calm a startled horse; acting calmly but afraid of being violently struck if something went wrong. He tried walking closer to Sam, but he approached very slowly.

“Ok, I’ll admit that we did talk about you behind your back, but it was for a good reason.” Sam felt the disgust and self-preservation surging in his veins as he watched Jake get closer, but he didn’t move.

“Are you gonna start talking?” Sam impatiently snapped after Jake remained quiet for a moment.

“We talked about you because we were trying to discuss how to be supportive of you when you do come out,” he finally explained, running his fingers through his hair with a sigh.

Immediately, that struck Sammy in the heart. He’d gotten mad over them talking about his sexuality when it was for a wholesome reason. Suddenly, he felt awful. Tears pricked his eyes once again and he looked away from his brother.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, hiding his face in his hair. He felt ashamed. How could he think so horribly of his family like that?

“Sam, it’s ok. You don’t-”

“No, you don’t understand! I thought the worst of you guys when all you did was be supportive,” Sam cried into the darkened forest around him. The only response he got was that of the trees shivering from the cold September wind.

It was clear Jake didn’t know how to handle seeing his baby brother cry, so he just stood there awkwardly. He eventually put a hand on Sam’s shoulder as a way of comforting him.

“You’re right; I don’t understand. But I don’t have to understand. My job is just to support you and be there for you,” Jake reassured, the hand on Sam’s shoulder sliding across his back so that he was able to hug Sam.

Knowing neither of them had any appearances to uphold, Sam leaned into his older brother and just let his tears fall. They both stood that way for a moment, the night air causing goosebumps to form on both of their skin. It was Jake who broke the silence.

“We’ll catch a cold out here, let’s go inside.”

Sam tensed up. He didn’t want to face the rest family yet. He himself wasn’t 100% sure that he wasn’t straight. He wasn’t aware that he was actively shaking and he couldn’t blame the temperature.

“You don’t have to see everyone just yet; I’ll handle them,” Jake offered, pulling his brother just that bit closer to him to reassure him.

“But-”

“I won’t mention anything about why you ran. You have my word,” he promised, making sure to look Sam in the eyes.

Sam was reluctant. He knew that Jake was telling the truth, but there also was a part of him that didn’t know who he could trust anymore. He looked deep into his older brother’s eyes, gaging how genuine he was being. Finally, he decided to put his faith in Jake. Maybe he wouldn’t have to go through this by himself after all.

Jake had kept his word. He guided Sam back into their house and dealt with their family as the youngest curled up under his covers in an attempt to rid himself of that dangerous chill that had seeped deep within his body from being outside improperly dressed for the weather. The younger twin managed to deflect all questions about why Sam had run and the subject wasn’t brought up again. Sammy didn’t officially come out to anyone in his family until he told Ronnie a few months later.

Where did that Jake go?

“Hey, princess! Are you deaf?!”

Sam was jolted out of his own thoughts as Jake banged on the hood of the car. There was an amused smile faintly pulling at his mouth when Sam nearly jumped out of his skin and almost fell off the roof of the car.

“What, Jacob?” Sam snapped, annoyance in his veins at the sight of Jake’s smirk. He could feel his hands involuntarily clench into fists; there was also a death glare aimed right at Jake but he didn’t know that.

“Unless you wanna be strapped to the hood like a deer, get the fuck off the car so we can leave.” He looked at Daniel to see his reaction, a smile on Jake’s face at the expense of Sam. To his dismay, Danny was giggling along with Jake.

The anger simmering in his blood intensified tenfold. Underneath it all was a feeling of betrayal.

Without saying a word, Sam climbed off the car and slid into the back. He stayed silent the entire car ride. No one acknowledged him.

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The water of the lake glimmered like glitter as the waves caught the blistering sunlight in their undulating waves. They weren’t big enough to have any white caps by any means, but the waves were just enough to rock you and make you feel the need to hold onto anything you could inside the boat. The boat cut through those sparkling mounds like a sharp knife through paper; gliding right across the surface and leaving a white trail behind it like it was leaving bread crumbs in the forest in case it would get lost. The wind was a welcome feeling as it hit Sam’s Sunkissed skin, the watercraft moving too fast for the sluggish heat to touch him. Even though he knew it would be nothing but a fight for him later, he left his hair down and allowed it to get tangled into all kinds of snarls and knots. He faced the bow of the ship, watching as trees and land would approach as they reach a bend in the lake. He wasn’t driving, his mother was. She was watching the water as well as her husband for any direction he might give her.

Danny was attached to the back of the speedboat, grinning widely. He was enjoying himself but he was also gripping onto the handles of the inner tube with a white knuckle grip. Jake was watching with a smile on his face, waving at him and encouraging Daniel to let go of the handles. He had already had his turn on the tube, a towel wrapped around his shoulders and his long hair haphazardly twisted up in a bun.

Danny just kept laughing at Jake’s attempts, shaking his head. The smile never left his face and he was laughing for his entire ride. After about five minutes he signaled Mr. Kiszka to cut the engine so he could get back aboard the boat.

“Alright Sam, do you wanna go next?” Ronnie asked him. There was something she was trying to tell him something with her eyes, but he couldn’t tell what.

“Uhh,” he stalled, still scanning her eyes for her subliminal message, “sure,” he eventually answered.

It was the one she was looking for, apparently. Her eyes glimmered and her smile grew. “Get on, then. What are you waiting for?”

Sam, more than a little confused, climbed into the innertube while Josh held onto the rope to keep the tube from slipping out from under him. Once he was secure, Sam signaled for Josh to shove him off away from the boat and its propeller.

“Danny, why don’t you watch Sam for us?” Ronnie asked. Sam saw Josh look at his sister over her shoulder, a smile on his lips. They had something planned and Sam was suddenly very afraid of being on the water. Danny nodded, his blinding smile gracing his lips and making Sam’s heart stutter momentarily.

“You hear that, Sam? Your life is in my hands!” Daniel yelled across the water, cupping one hand close to his mouth so his voice would project.

“No safer place for it!” Sam called back. He didn’t even realize he had a dopey look to his face, but Josh and Ronnie noticed it.

“Are you good to start?”

Sam sent his best friend a thumbs up. A spike of fear lanced through his chest as he realized that Daniel turned to Ronnie who then told their mother to start. That meant that Ronnie was essentially controlling his mother’s every move. The engine kicked up, the propellers beginning to spin once again. Sammy would never forget the devious look in his sister’s eyes as she waved at him.

He had the right to be nervous. As the ride continued, Sam realized that Josh would periodically distract their father at the same time that Danny would look away to talk to either Jake or Ronnie. He wouldn’t know why until he realized the speed increased all on its own accord. He looked up just in time to see his sister lower her hand from making their signal to speed up at their mother. It was getting harder to hold onto the raft, the waves rocking Sam a considerable amount. He made the signal to slow down, but the only person who saw him was Ronnie. Daniel and Jake were engaged in their own conversation the same as Josh and their dad. The youngest was really starting to get nervous as they approached the bend in the lake, his grip tightening even further as the watercraft began to turn.

It all happened so fast.

Sam slammed into the side of a particularly large wave, sending the tube flying into the air. In a panic, Sam made the vital mistake of letting go of the handles and was launched into the air. He only had a brief second to gasp before he was violently plunged into the rocky waters of the lake. He was disoriented while submerged, unable to find where the surface was. That only made his panic spike as he struggled to emerge his head from the water to breathe. He somehow managed to surface, taking in a huge gasp and removing his hair from his face and eyes. He saw the boat stopped a few yards ahead of him as he tread water, looking around for the innertube that would pull him to the boat. He was able to find it to the left of him, grabbing onto it as he coughed.

Daniel jumped up, pulling the slack rope in and by proxy his best friend. He wore a face of pure concern that Sam noticed as he approached. His hand was warm as Daniel heaved him into the boat, his arms wrapping around Sam and pulling him into a tight hug. Sam wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth and he returned the hug. Maybe he closed his eyes and let himself divulge in the intimacy of the moment, but you can’t fault him for that. Daniel was warm and welcoming; and hell, they were both shirtless so Sam also got to enjoy knowing what Daniel’s bare chest felt like against his own.

“Sammy, I’m so sorry,” Danny rushed, his arms tightening around Sam as he buried his face into the crook of Sam’s neck. “I should’ve been watching.”

Sam’s own arms pulled Daniel in closer, his heart clenching at the wavering voice of his best friend. Despite wanting to tell Danny that yes, he should’ve been watching Sam instead of flirting with his older brother, he bit his tongue. It was a conversation to have after all the high emotions of the moment subsided.

“Sam, are you alright?” Sam heard his father ask. He went to look at his dad and let go of Danny, but the man wouldn’t let go of him.

“I’m alright, I wasn’t under that long. I’m just shaken up, is all,” he answered. He didn’t think it was possible, but he felt Danny’s arms get even tighter around him.

“You were under for nearly half a minute,” Daniel informed him, whispering it into his ear.

At the information, Sam felt his blood turn cold. It hadn’t felt like that long, but in retrospect, maybe it was. He was going to kill Josh and Ronnie for this. They endangered his life all for a stupid fucking-

“Daniel, you take care of him. Let’s go back to shore,” Josh posited, his hand landing on Sam’s shoulder as a way of comfort.

Oh, that’s why they did it

Danny nodded his head, finally detaching from Sam. He felt cold when his best friend let go. Daniel led Sam over to the spot where he was sitting, urging him to sit down and even wrapped his own towel around Sam’s shoulders. He pulled Sam into him, tucking Sam’s head beneath his chin. He kept rubbing his hands up and down Sammy’s arms, occasionally squeezing his arms around his best friend. Sam didn’t do anything, just breathed as Daniel held him.

In fact, no one spoke as Mrs. Kiszka drove the boat to the shore.

Sam would open his eyes every once and a while to check his surroundings, his eyes always landing on Jake. He wasn’t looking at Sam and Danny, instead out at the water behind them. The way his jaw was set tipped Sam off that he was annoyed; more than annoyed. Reveling in the vindication of seeing Jake so sour, Sam smiled and snuggled into Danny a little more. He was so warm and solid. To Sam, he was the very embodiment of summer.

Daniel never left Sam’s side for the rest of the day. Everywhere he turned, his best friend was always within sight. He’d never felt more content in his whole life, his heart feeling ready to burst each time he took in the sight of Daniel’s smile. His mind supplied him with the thought that this is what it would be like if he was dating Daniel. Suddenly, there was a consistent thrumming of pain in his chest each time he shared a look with his roommate.

Jake had tried to get Danny away from Sam on multiple occasions, but it never worked. Daniel was attached to Sam’s hip. Sam guessed he had Josh and Ronnie to thank for that and they both knew. Each time they passed the two best friends, they each gave Sam this look that made him want to shiver. And while he was thoroughly enjoying all this attention from Danny, he still needed to talk to Jake.

While they were out in the hammock, laying side-by-side as they gently swayed back and forth on the temperate summer breeze, that’s when Sam talked to Daniel. “Hey, Daniel.”

Danny lazily hummed in response, shifting his head up to gaze at Sam with an easy smile on his lips. Sammy’s heart thundered in his chest as he lost the ability to breathe momentarily.

“I-I really appreciate you hanging around me and all, but if you don’t mind I gotta talk to Jake about something,” Sam hesitantly hinted, tripping up his words as his brain was filled with thoughts of Daniel and how soft his lips would be if he kissed them.

Sammy felt awful as he watched Danny’s smile falter. “Oh.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s really important,” Sam rushed, a hand coming up to Danny’s curls and petting them absently.

“No, it’s alright. I understand,” Danny reassured, sending Sam a smile as he sat up in the hammock, “I'll go get him for you.”

“Tell him to meet me on the dock please,” Sammy requested, fighting the urge to wrap his arms around Daniel and pull him in for a kiss on the cheek.

Daniel nodded, the hammock shifting as his weight was removed. Sam, watching his best friend enter the house, sighed both out of weariness and contentedness. Shaking his head, he climbed out of the hammock and made the trip down to the dock, captivated by the burning vibrance of the sunset on the water. Mentally, he was preparing to relinquish Daniel over to Jake. he was severing all the ties he could so that it wouldn’t hurt quite so much when he would tell Jake that Daniel was all his and that Sam wouldn’t make any moves.

As he dipped his toes into the water, he waited for his older brother to show. Tears painfully burned his eyes as he prepared his speech. On the breeze, he whispered his goodbye to his best friend, his chest aching Sam he spoke his name. And that was how Jake found him, ready to break some hearts.

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TELL ME EVERYTHING!!!!

WHAT WAS YOUR FAVE PARTS OF YOUR SHOW!!??

Oh geez where to even begin.

I felt like I was about to get on a roller-coaster the entire time. Crown Lands was the first opener and was absolutely fucking amazing. The lead singer is also the drummer and they have the voice of a siren. Their guitarist was so incredibly talented and they're both so pretty to look at. They sounded like an 70s rock show, very reminiscent of Rush and Led Zeppelin. I have no clue how I've never heard of them before. GO CHECK THEM OUT BECAUSE THEYRE SO FUCKING GOOD!

Durand Jones and the Indications were the second opener. I felt they were kind of an odd pick for a Greta show only because it was very jazzy and slow but the vibe was fun. The lead singer has a voice that is so good and a stage presence that looked so at ease on stage. EVERYONE IN THE BAND CAN SING AND PLAY INSTRUMENTS AND IT WAS SO COOL. The vibe wasn't as hype as Crown Lands, I know Durand Jones and the Indications are the bigger band but I would've swapped their spots just from the way they were setting up the crowd.

When the curtain went up and the song started, it was this slow low bass tone and man, talk about edging. We waited for like 3 minutes for the curtain to come down but holy fuck the moment you hear Danny hit the drums behind the curtain for the first time, my heart slammed so hard in my chest and my jaw was on the floor the whole time. The lights like flash back stage and seeing Danny's shadow, then Jake, Josh and Sam, I felt like I was in a dream, it was so fucking crazy. When it dropped I saw Josh standing there and when I tell you I have never been so excited in my entire life. THEY ARE REAL AND THEY WERE LIKE 20 FEET FROM ME?!

They opened with Built By Nations like I hoped they would and oh my God that opening riff had me nearly in tears of joy I was so happy. They played Black Smoke Rising next and that was so cool to hear an older song on the list. The entire band is so fucking talented and I know we already know that, but they are just as amazing live as they are on the record, if not better.

Josh said he's getting bronchitis and I nearly cried when he smiled and said that being there with us that night he felt 100% because of the love we had for them. The crowd was amazing and they all looked like they were having the time of their lives up there. I had Twin Barricade with a perfect view to Danny, but I couldn't hardly see Sam but when I did, that motherfucker was so beautiful.

Josh did not falter once, not once. His energy is incredibly, he is so stunning and I am hard-pressed to say that he isn't a real angel on earth. His smile was so bright and he was so sweet and told us he loved us so many times.

Jake Kiszka is an actual Rockstar and there is no doubt in my mind that he won't be a legend. He was all over the stage, sometimes I'd look and couldn't find him because he moved to another part of the crowd to interact to. He was so sweaty, I wanted to lick him up. Watching him smile and run around stage and occasionally take center stage was incredible. Also seeing the squat he does was so cool to see live, he is a machine.

Speaking of machines, Daniel Robert Wagner. Holy. Fuck. I want him to hit me like the drums. He was so emotive, singing along to songs, taking shots on stage that Josh would bring him, and that drum solo, wow. The guy next to me in the pit was a drag along with his gf and he was like "this is a long ass drum solo" and I was like "because he's fuckin good!" And later on that guy was rocking out to weight of dreams and that was fun to see, Greta is so infectious. Also Danny went shirtless for the last song and through the encore and that man's body is God like and so are his arms, I was like, "am I Danny girl now?"

Sam Kiszka is a master on the melotron and being able to hear that and feel the bass and drums in my chest made me such a rhythm section girl. I didn't see him much bc of where I stood and that I'm so small, but I could hear him and anytime I glanced his way, I was just taken away by how just utterly stunning that man is. He's very friendly with the crowd too and he just looked like such a darling.

I cried during Light My Love, especially because Josh said, "if you're holding on to anything right now, let it all go." And fuck was I carrying stuff on my shoulders and having a cry in the pit (like cute girl crying not ugly crying) was so freeing.

Seeing Jelvis, Safari Song and Age of Man in one night as well was such a moment I didn't think I was going to get and I am so blessed that they did. Josh's lower register and the twin moment and the melotron wow it was all so incredible, what a set list.

I felt honestly like I was going through a major religious experience. My hands were in the air at all times and swaying and singing every song and the feeling was like nothing I've ever felt before and I think I'm addicted to it now. Weight Of Dreams should be experienced live at least one time in your life. This band is strongest when they're on stage and in front of a crowd. They are electric.

They made me feel so loved even when I know I was definitely not close enough for them to see me, I knew they meant it. Greta Van Fleet is a band with immense talent and are full of an honesty and genuine love for what they do, it's hard not to feel absolutely swept off of your feet by them.

This was my first ever time seeing them before and this will not be my last. 🧡

#did i mention i love greta van fleet?#gvf #greta van fleet #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiszka #jake gvf #josh gvf #danny gvf #sam gvf #dreams in gold tour

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computerpeople · 1 year

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what are ur dissociative/did HCs for shelby? :0

I HAVE. A LOT OF HEADCANONS. none of them are really "applicable" to canon yet, exactly, but they arevery very important to how I write them. I specifically interpret the Blot as an alter of theirs, the same way I interpret masky and hoodie to be alters of Brian and Tim (though I don't personally think Brian has DID, I do think Tim probably does, due to his background and childhood. I tend to stray away from hcing characters without abusive childhood backstorys with DID) but uhmmm. So I see Louse as something similar to Paul and petscop, if you've ever seen petscop? A fictionalized videogame retelling of real events that happened to Shelby. I think a lot of stuff is metaphorical in Louse and representative of what is happening to Shelby in real life, though yknow, it's not like I have enough canon proof to connect everything. But here are some of my favorite ideas/theories/headcanons

The Blot is very much a part of Shelby, and has taken up a lot of personality traits of theirs that they try not to act on. A lot of anger, a lot of resentment. I like the blot because it's written to be an actual feeling character instead of just an emotionless entity that wants the rot dead.

"Old friend" being the one who raised shelby, and also the one who gave shelby the Blot to me can be interpreted as passing down coping mechanisms. I love love to interpret it as the old friend showing Shelby his own coping mechanisms to deal with being part of the Rot, which feels like a parent teaching a child to dissociate and "steel" themselves in the face of trauma

And with both those things I like to interpret the Blot as an alter, a part of Shelby and something they can't function without. This is a bit of projecting but my own system really struggles to function without TWO alters at front, which is why I like the idea of Blot being around being the thing that stablizes shelby in the real world because it gives me the feeling of cohosting

I also think they canonically dissociate, like, a lot. The scene with the love of rot taking them and them losing conciousness but their body still functioning. The scene with them trying to "re-remember" sending their old friend off the mountain before the blot is like BOO THAT IS NOT WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED. The multiple times where they're having flashbacks and then "flinch" back into reality. They clearly have memory issues, and also lose periods of time. I don't think CANONICALLY they have DID, and I think a lot of the things I see as symptoms of DID in them can be attributed to them being the seed of rot attempting to literally be human and also have a whole seperate creature inside of them being like boo bitch fuck that rot. But I think that their symptoms are so similar that it doesn't really matter LOL it's the mindset I take when writing them.

I also think the blot can "front" by itself. I don't think the white/black frowny face is a coincidence that it looks very similar to many of the masks that Tim, Brian and whoe'ever Skully is don when their "alter egos" are controlling the body. I think that the Blot is not one creature, but many, that a lot of people may have. And I don't really agree with the fandoms idea of "being blotted" or anything, because I don't see Blot as an inherently bad force. Troy wagner tends to have one "BIG BAD" and then a billion lesser "bads" that are also against the big bad, and I tend to assume the "rot" is the big bad of eckvanet, where as the Blot, Andrew and Danielle are all antagonistic but have similar goals (think like how masky and hoodie are working against alex kralie, while also still being 'antagonists')

I'm currently rewatching MH right now because its been years so my headcanons might chance but. I DONT KNOW THIS FEELS LIKE INCOHERENT RAMBLING IM SORRY

#i appreciate the ask i love you so much. I GHOPE MY EXKVANET STUFF DOESNT BOTHER YOU I GET SHY BC I FEEL INSANE TALKING ABOUT IT #i get scared that everyone sees my posts and mentally thinks ab that one cartman screenshot thats like #HE WOULD NOT SAY THAT !!!!#SO IT MAKES ME VERY HAPPY THAT U LIKE MY STUFF WAHH #txt #shelby hawkins

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TICKET TO PARADISE (2022)

Starring George Clooney, Julia Roberts, Kaitlyn Dever, Billie Lourd, Maxime Bouttier, Lucas Bravo, Sean Lynch, Arielle Carver-O'Neill, Ling Cooper Tang, Charles Allen, Francis McMahon, Geneviève Lemon, Romy Poulier, Dorian Djoudi, Ilma Nurfauziah, Agung Pindha, Ifa Barry, Cintya Dharmayanti, Nom Gunadi, Inaya Servais and Ida Pandita Putu Wirata.

Screenplay by Daniel Pipski.

Directed by Ol Parker.

Distributed by Universal Pictures. 104 minutes. Rated PG-13.

Ticket to Paradise is a fun, sometimes silly rom com filled with some of the most gorgeous views of Bali that you could imagine. The entire film could undoubtedly be turned into an advertisement for the Bali Tourist Bureau to sell a million trips.

The film is directed by British writer and filmmaker Ol Parker, known for his past romantic comedies in exotic locales like Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again! and both The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel movies.

There is an exceptional cast. You really can’t go wrong with stars Julia Roberts and George Clooney because, while they already have built-in chemistry, they are both über talented and charismatic. Also let’s face it, like the scenery, they are also extremely attractive to look at as they continue to age so gracefully.

The story starts when Lily (Kaitlyn Dever) graduates from college. She leaves on a fun vacation to Bali with her crazy, often drunk roommate Wren, (Billie Lourd) before she is due to settle into her cushy law job back in the States. While partying through the vacation, Lily meets and falls in love with handsome seaweed farmer Gede (Maxime Bouttier). Somehow this extended vacation becomes the lead up to their traditional Balian wedding. Lily finds she is willing to give up all of her aspirations for a new one; to live in Bali with the man of her dreams.

When her divorced and always bickering parents – Georgia (Roberts) and David (Clooney) – find out about Lily’s upcoming nuptials, they decide to put their differences aside and work towards a common goal. That goal is breaking up the engagement and bringing their daughter home to live out her dream – or theirs – of being a successful lawyer. When they teamed up, I started enjoying the film more because the constant fighting early on between the two of them was somewhat over the top, in my opinion.

After joining forces, the two parents cause some bumps in the road for the couple but also learn a whole lot about themselves. Georgia’s current boyfriend/pilot Paul (Lucas Bravo) follows her around like a puppy dog and beyond giving David more fodder to throw his ex’s way, doesn’t seem to have much purpose.

The best scene of the film for me is when out at a bar as a group, David and Georgia relive one of their favorite memories from college – playing beer pong. After challenging the soon-to-be bride and groom to a game, with House of Pain’s 1992 hit song “Jump Around” blasting in the background, you are reminded why you love Julia Roberts and George Clooney so much as they dance around, goofing off and just having fun. No dialogue, just fun.

Although you won’t see any of this talented cast up on the Oscar stage for this specific film, it’s okay. It was still a fun, light film that’s easy to watch on a cold night and to fantasize about being in Bali… with Clooney, Roberts and some friends.

Deborah Wagner

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godlygreta · 3 years

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heavenly | d. wagner.

title | heavenly

summary | a slight relational timeline between you and the sweetest drummer alive, mr. danny wagner !

warnings | smut, trigger warning for mentions of panic attacks, as well as a slight trigger warning for mentions of puking up (no descriptions of it)

word count | 2.3K+

author’s note | i’m doing one for each of the boys! ahh! this one is named after heavenly by cigarettes after sex. the lyrics just get me bro. they’re so pretty. n e wayz, i’m going to bed now ! i will be writing and posting the other boys’ tomorrow ! this is also thanks to @greta-van-yeet and @capturethechaos for saying yes to me doing this for all the boys muahaha. anyways, by besties for realzies this time :)

here’s jake’s: mystery of love

here’s sammy’s: la belle fleur sauvage

here's josh's: tiny dancer

Tour was one of the greatest things to happen to Daniel Wagner. He saw so many new places, so many new people and had millions of new experiences. He also met you. After one of their shows, he bumped into you in a bar a few blocks from where they were performing. With a bottle of Corona in your hand, you looked up at the person who had suddenly pressed into your shoulder. You were met with the most dashing human being you had ever seen in your life.

It all started from there, stuttering out an ‘I’m sorry’ to you while blushing. You did everything in your power to make him blush at least once per date. Your favorite time, of which you kept a sneaky picture of, was on FaceTime. He was curled up on his hotel bed, comfy sweater on as he ate Thai food. The two of you talked for hours, resulting in keeping him awake until the sun rose. He never wanted to end the call, neither did you. Reluctantly, you did.

That was the first time you had realized you had truly fallen for Danny Wagner.

After that, the two of you always kept in touch. It was hard for you – being so attached but having no label on what the two of you were. You didn’t mind it entirely, knowing full well that he was too busy for anyone else, and that you would willingly wait for him given the chance. He’d spend every moment he could sending texts to you about his day, even leaving little voice messages. Occasionally, Sam or Jake would steal his phone, sending you a video telling you how much he talks about you, even in his sleep.

The day he randomly showed up while you were working felt like a fairytale moment when soldiers would come home to their partners or children, minus the tears. You carefully placed the cup of coffee on the counter, so as not to get it all over the floor, and ran to the front door, jumping into his arms. You could feel him smiling, your hands immediately flew into his hair, touching his face – making sure this was, in fact, real life. “C’mon, your boss already told me you could take the day off.”

“You talked to my boss?” You asked, pulling your face away from the crook of his neck. You were heavily confused, your mind asking yourself a million questions. How did he know about who my boss was? How did he even contact my boss?

“Well, yeah. I wanted to surprise you, I didn’t want you to know I was coming to get you. You have off the whole week.”

“You’re amazing, did you know that?” You asked, feet finally back on the ground. He nodded, pressing a kiss to your nose. The two of you walked back to your apartment, Danny throwing his backpack on the floor as soon as the two of you were inside. He was able to hug you for real, for as long as he wanted to. In all honesty, as soon as he wrapped his arms around you, he never wanted to let go.

The first night the two of you simply spent the day within the comforts of your apartment, ordering takeout and downing a bottle of white wine. You slow danced to some of the jazz records you had previously gotten as Christmas gifts from friends. Once his lips were on yours, they never left.

It could have been the bottle of wine, it very well could have been the fact that you wanted to know for your sober self. You asked the forbidden question, inquiring about what the two of you were. You half expected him to steer the conversation elsewhere. The other half of you expected him to simply tell you that you were just friends, always something more, but never less. You figured his answer would be swayed by tour, knowing that as long as he was away, the two of you couldn’t be more than friends.

He held your face in his hands, “I’ve always really liked you, even the night we met. I wanted to wait til we saw each other again to tell you that I love you, and I want to be with you, no matter the distance.”

The only answer he needed was your lips pressed against his once more, hands against his chest. You can feel his heartbeat underneath the palm of your hand, humming in response to the way he reacted to the way you slid your hand under his shirt. Article by article, clothing was thrown throughout the hallway, leading to your bedroom.

You take your time with him, just as much as he takes his time with you. He looks over your completely naked body, taking in absolutely every inch of your skin. He kisses your knuckles, watching the way your face begins to burn pink. You look over his body, hands and eyes falling onto his arms, watching the way he flexed his biceps.

You’re on top of him, his hands resting on your thighs as he stares up at you adoringly. He could get used to the sight of you like this, as could you. A loving smirk daunted his face, eyes never leaving yours. The eye contact alone made you weak in the knees. You pulled him closer to you, wanting to feel his body on yours. His hands find your back, displaying them so you could truly feel how big his hands were. You held his face, keeping his lips close to yours without actually kissing him. You whispered into his mouth, “I love you, Danny.”

The next few days were spent doing touristy things, roaming around your town and visiting all the hot spots. The food you ate was the best food Danny had ever eaten in his life. Or maybe, it was just the love and happiness he was feeling from being around you. He could be eating hot garbage and still have the loveliest time.

When Danny eventually had to leave, it absolutely tore your heart to pieces. The both of you promised to FaceTime at any given point the two of you were free, it wasn’t enough. While he boarded the plane, you played back all the videos that you took of the two of you while he was there. He was doing the same, eyes scanning over the picture of you he took while you were sleeping on that first night.

Your hair was sprawled out over the pillow, contrasting with the light blue bedsheets you had picked out for yourself at Walmart almost a year ago. Your mouth was open slightly, hand underneath your pillow, the other reaching out and laid across Danny’s chest. Both of you were still naked at that point, but the blankets had already been thrown over you, no other part of your skin other than your shoulders being shown.

He made it his background of his phone the second he was in the airport by himself. You texted him when you knew he would be on the plane, writing an entire paragraph on how much this past week has meant to you. You added in how much you loved him and how proud you were of him for going on tour and living out this wild dream that the universe has blessed him with.

It was hard on the both of you. Daily little FaceTime's turned into weekly ones; the weekly FaceTime's soon faded into biweekly ones. It was hard on you, not seeing him every single day. While he still texted you, sometimes he forgot out of sheer exhaustion. You never once complained, always knew deep down he would message you when he had the chance.

When you surprised Danny in Los Angeles, with the help of the Kiszka boys, he stood there looking at you standing at the barricade with his mouth wide open. He jumped down from the stage, wrapping his arms around you. All the girls that surrounded you began to scream so loud, you swore your ears were going to burst. “You’re here, you’re actually here right now.”

“You surprised me, I surprise you.”

The boys had the security slip you backstage, the security guard helping you over the barricade. You watched from the side; eyes focused on Danny the entire time. Sure, you occasionally slipped to look at the other boys, but the way Danny’s arms flexed when beating the shit out of his kit made your pussy throb.

As soon as the two of you got back to his hotel room, there was barely any speaking. He ripped off what clothing you were wearing, shimmying out of his pants so fast. He threw you on the bed, eliciting a laugh from you, smiling at the sound of your laugh. There was nothing soft about the way he fucked you that night.

Your hair was in his hands, back pressed against his chest. He was gentle, yet rough. Never pulling too hard unless you asked him for it, whispering, “harder, Danny, please.” He’d pull it harder, just like you asked, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. When he put you back onto the mattress, face in the sheets, he presses kisses to your back, letting his pace falter. Once he spills into you, he’s next to you, brushing some of the hair out of your face.

Hickies covered your chest, a few littered everywhere. His stayed relatively bare, all the ones you gave hidden by his pants. You bit at the skin of his hips, listening to him hiss in response. Your eyes lock with his and his whole body shutters, watching the way your mouth wraps around his cock. With what’s left of him, you wrap your hand around, jerking him off. You begin to pull the thread, making him come undone underneath you, hot liquid shooting down your throat.

You stayed with them until they had to move to the next city, only getting to be with Danny for a few days. You kissed him goodbye before you got into your Uber to take you to the airport. Leaving Danny this time seemed different in a good way, knowing that the two of you had gotten past the hardest parts. You two had weathered the storm, you two could get through everything.

It was a month and a half into being home when you started feeling like dog shit. You’d spend some mornings hovering over your toilet bowl, knees pulled up to your chest as your head is in your hands. A coworker of yours gave you the idea you might be pregnant, to which you responded with buying two four packs of pregnancy tests, determined to take all of them.

When the first three came up positive, you still had an inkling it was lying to you. In response to that, you took the other five. They all were also positive. You booked an appointment with your doctor, voice slightly panicked as you told the receptionist that you might be pregnant and wanted to make sure. The pregnancy tests were obviously all lying, surely the doctor would give you the news that you weren’t pregnant.

But you were. And that terrified you.

You and Danny hadn’t been together that long, more than a year, but less than five. You hadn’t really talked about kids yet. You had an apartment within a noisy part of the city, it panicked you knowing that your baby, the one inside of you currently, would have to try to sleep with cars and trains and police sirens in the background.

You didn’t know who to tell, or how to ask them for advice on telling Danny. A deep, dark part of yourself almost wanted to ghost him, not tell him at all in case he left. You knew that wouldn’t be the smart thing to do, so you tried to arrange something with Jake. You called him one evening, a panic attack washing over you. You talked so fast, you were sure Jake didn’t even understand you. “Y/N, calm down. I have an idea. We’re going to Michigan in a week, you fly up and we’ll plan it then, okay?”

You hang up with Jake, dreading the week of waiting ahead of you. But as soon as you touched down, Jake greeted you with open arms. He asked how you were feeling, chuckling slightly as you warn him that the little bean inside of you was not a fan of the plane ride. He kept that in mind as he drove you back to his, avoiding any and all potholes as best he could.

The plan was incredibly simple. Throw a bonfire, tell Danny. That seemed simple enough, but you were incredibly worried about what Danny would say. The boys got the fire set up, telling Danny to help you bring out the coolers of alcohol. You were sitting on their kitchen counter, all seven pregnancy tests sitting next to you. His eyes flickered between you and the tests, knowing exactly what they were. “What’s up, love? I thought you needed help with the coolers?”

“I do, yeah, but I have some news I have to share with you first.” Anxiety bubbled in your chest as excitement grew in his. “I’m... pregnant.”

The smile you were met with was unexpected to you. You thought maybe he might get mad at you, not wanting to be a dad while still making music and touring. “Did you think I was gonna be upset? Baby, I’ve wanted nothing more than to create a family with you since our picnic date on FaceTime, where you were in the park at the same time I was. I loved you then. I didn’t want to tell you in case it was too much, too fast.”

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close. Tears of happiness fell down your cheeks, giving him the biggest kiss before he excused himself. You could hear from outside, jumping down from the counter, followed by an eruption of cheers from the other boys, “Guys! I’m gonna be a fucking dad!”

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ageofhearingloss · 11 months

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i can’t process this,,, how big his hand is,,, sam leaning back pretending to give him a lil kissy,,,, sams neck?,,,, i am short circuiting

((credit to owner!!))

#i can’t handle anything from last night and i wasn’t even there #i love daniel wagner with my whole being

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danakin-skywalker · 3 years

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What You Deserve (Danny Wagner Imagine)

CONTENT WARNING: domestic abuse (nothing too detailed)

Taglist: @flowervanfleet @weightofdreams-gvf @sierraahhhh @stardustschords @amourleger and someone else asked too I think it was @ageofsewingmachine but I can’t find the comment if it wasn’t u sorry babe

(A/N): HEY BESTIES it’s a nice rainy morning and I’m in my feels. Remember how I said I have a thing for hurt/comfort fanfic? Well this is that in a different way. So in this fic, you have a shitty boyfriend who’s always being disrespectful and the guys fucking HATE HIM (especially Danny who has feelings for you and is always there to pick up his slack bc you deserve it). And by the end, you come to realize the person who would treat you right was right in front of you the whole time!!!!!

Enjoy!

Also if any aspect of this toxic relationship is familiar to one you’re currently in, please seek out guidance and assistance because nobody deserves this kind of love. Certainly not one of my beautiful lovely readers ❤️

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What You Deserve

You swore he wasn’t actually being mean to you, he just had a weird sense of humor that came off wrong in group settings. You were constantly apologizing for him and dealing with his attitude and expectations. The relationship had started out so nice and sweet, you couldn’t pinpoint the time when he started to grow cold. But deep down somewhere, you held out hope that the version of your boyfriend you fell in love with still existed.

You could tell it was pissing off the boys when he would tag along with you to their shows or out to bars. You all had been friends for a while and you could tell they didn’t like him at all. What you couldn’t tell was how one of them in particular uncharacteristically wanted to throw hands every time he walked through the door. Daniel Wagner definitely wouldn’t consider himself a volatile person, nor would anyone else, but if there was one thing that could get him going it was listening to your boyfriend being disrespectful toward you. The boys knew he had long harbored feelings for you but was always too timid to act on them, so instead he tortured himself watching you go for guys who didn’t see you for the absolute prize you are. It made him sick, but he valued your friendship as well so he put up with it.

There was one time when you all were at a bar together and there was a promotional clip on the tv behind the bar of Ariana Grande judging on the Voice.

“Oh wow, she looks amazing.” You commented to nobody in particular. She did, her outfit was absolutely beautiful and she’s finally started wearing her hair down which you think suits her.

Your lovely boyfriend surprised you by responding, “I mean, you could probably look like that too if you put the work in.”

You felt a chill in your chest when he said this; you weren’t necessarily looking for a compliment but you certainly weren’t expecting criticism.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You mumbled, looking down at your drink.

What you didn’t see was the shared look of shock and disgust between the guys, sitting just on the other side of you. Jaws were clenched and fists were tightened in anger. They were very affectionate boys by nature and they didn’t do well when someone they cared about was being disrespected and they weren’t allowed to speak up.

“I’m gonna take a leak, I’ll be right back.” With that, he was up and gone. You sighed and looked back at the tv, Ariana’s face blown up again and you take another, more wistful look.

Danny watches your face and leans in to say, “You know, he shouldn’t be putting you down like that.”

You heaved a sigh, searching for an excuse for your boyfriends actions yet again, “I don’t think he meant it the way it came off.”

Danny shrugged and took a drink from his beer, “Whatever you say, Y/N.” He leans in a little closer to whisper in your ear, “For what it’s worth, I think you’re beautiful.”

You tried to suppress the blush rising to your cheeks as you saw your boyfriend approaching again from your peripheral.

Another time, your car broke down in the middle of a storm and you called your boyfriend only for him to vehemently refuse to drive out in the middle of a storm to jump your car. Near hysterical, tears were streaming down your face as you picked back up the phone and called the only other person that made sense— Danny.

He answered brightly, “Hey, Y/N! Are you seeing this storm right now? It looks insane!”

You chuckled a bit at his childlike excitement, biting your lip as you struck up the nerve to ask for help, “Haha, yeah it…. Really is crazy out here…”

“Wait, it sounds really loud on your end. Y/N, where are you right now?” You look up at your windshield and see the rain pelting down.

You hadn’t even said anything and Danny had already shown far more concern than the man who was supposed to be your “significant other.”

“Um,” You choked back a sob and managed out in a strained, faltering voice, “I actually, uh, I’m broken down in the backroads right now.”

You could hear rustling on the other end, “Holy shit, Y/N. Don’t worry, me and Sam are on our way. Send me your location we’ll be right there. Are you wet?”

You heard a “HA” on the other end, followed by a SMACK. It made you smile for a second, “I- yeah I went out to look, it’s just my battery.”

“Okay, I’m bringing you a sweater too.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you, Danny. This means a lot.”

Danny’s tone became more serious. “Y/N, trust me, this is bare minimum human decency. Just put on some music and try to relax until we get there.”

After he hung up, his words echoed into your head. If this was just basic human decency, why was it too much for your boyfriend to even consider?

Your car battery was dead so you couldn’t use the stereo, so instead you started playing the Vance Joy playlist on your phone and threw it into the backseat for some sort of surround sound.

After a couple songs came and went, you spotted headlights approaching from your rearview. Danny’s car pulled up in front of yours and turned to be facing the front of yours.

Him and Sam ran out of the car in raincoats, Sam headed straight for the hood of your car and popped it back up, whereas Danny came right to you in the drivers seat. His face softened when he saw you, certainly cold and wet but having downplayed to Danny. You were, in fact, soaked and shaking. He reaches the bunched up sweater out from his raincoat and pulls it over your head. Once it’s on, he rubs your arms with a smile in effort to warm you up, “You little shit, if I knew you were this cold I would’ve brought a blanket. You know, you don’t have to be so tough all the time.”

His eyes lingered on yours for a few seconds after he said this. You smiled warmly at him and he returned it until you both heard Sam calling Danny back over to the hood. “Stay here. I don’t wanna see another drop of rain hit you today.” Danny pointed at you as he said it, reaching over to poke your nose before darting over to Sam. You giggled to yourself, and then thought about when the last time your boyfriend made you giggle like that was. You honestly couldn’t remember.

They ended up jumping your car successfully and you drove home happily, breathing in Danny’s signature scent through the sweater that had been personally warmed up by his body. You knew you would have to answer to your boyfriend about what happened and where the sweater came from, but in that moment you didn’t care what he thought.

It was around this time when you were starting to consider leaving him, but he was a very manipulative man who would make you feel as though he was doing you a favor by dating him. He had dashed your confidence at every turn, but it was those moments alone with the boys, with Danny, that helped you start gaining it back. One by one, the Kiszkas all came to you and expressed their distaste for the guy you were dating, all citing different but equally damning events they witnessed. You tried to brush it off but it still lingered in your brain. You told them you’d consider leaving but it would be hard.

However, the decision was made easy at Josh and Jake’s birthday party. Their house was full of people, some you’d met through the guys and some absolute strangers. Your boyfriend insisted on tagging along, already suspicious of Danny after the sweater incident, and you could see the disappointment on each of their faces when they saw you had brought them. They still acted civil but much colder to him.

Around midway through the night, you two were in the corner arguing about something. You had “left him” to go chat with the guys (because the guys couldn’t stand him) and he was absolutely furious to be left alone in a party full of strangers that, you pointed out, he insisted on coming to.

You glanced over and saw three of the guys (Danny, Sammy, and Jake) watching the encounter from across the room, arms crossed. Josh was somewhere else being the life of the party. You put up a hand to signal that you were okay, but the hand flew down when your boyfriend grabbed your face and turned it back to him, “Look at me, I’m talking to you.”

Over in the other corner, the guys did not appreciate that action. “If he lays another finger on her I’m gonna kick his ass right here right now.” Danny growled, muscles tensing.

Jake shook his head in confusion, “I just can’t believe she hasn’t left him yet. He treats her like dirt.”

Danny ran his fingers through his hair, “I have no idea, dude, he has some kind of grip on her.”

Back on your side of the room, the conversation was going from bad to worse. “Honestly, sometimes it feels like I’m sharing you with four other goddamn dudes! Why do you need to spend all your time with them when you have me?”

You knit your brows together, “They’re my friends. Why are you trying to isolate me?”

He rolled his eyes, “Oh, don’t put words into my mouth, Y/N. You know you’re only friends with them because they think you’re hot and you like the attention. It’s honestly sickening.”

You swallowed the pain in your stomach from his comments, hoping to God they weren’t true on any level, and summoned as much bravery as you could muster to look him in the eye and say, “Well I had to get it from someone. I haven’t gotten shit from you since I don’t know when.”

In a split second, everything changed. You felt a hand collide with your face and your body flew back to the wall. You were shocked for a moment, reaching up to touch your now-pulsating face gingerly. He had certainly “handled” you before, similar to earlier when he grabbed your face. But he had never hit you. You looked back up at your “boyfriend,” eyes wide with fear. “Why did you do that?” Your voice trembled, all of the confidence you had moments ago gone.

Like he always did, his expression softened and he leaned over to reach for you, “Oh, baby, I didn’t mean-“

You stepped further away from him, back hitting the wall again. You asked again, louder, “Why did you do that?!”

Suddenly he was gone. In the few seconds it took you to react to him hitting you, all three of the boys had forced their way across the room, vision red with rage. Jake wedged himself between you and him, putting a hand against the wall protectively, while Sam and Danny all but tackled your boyfriend to the floor. The commotion quickly attracted a crowd and you watched in horror as your boyfriend fought them back, landing a few punches on both of them before Danny finally knocked him out with a good hit to the head.

Josh emerged from the crowd, confused eyes growing wide when he saw Sam and Danny stand up with your unconscious boyfriend’s arms draped over their shoulders, “Well, looks like it’s finally time for someone to leave. I’ll grab the door.”

You watched as Sam, Danny and Josh walked out to the back deck and threw him out onto their back yard. Josh stepped out and spit on his body for good measure, probably a little left out that he missed the long-anticipated brawl.

By the time they got back, Jake had you sitting down and was looking closely at your darkening face. You would definitely have a bruise and it made all the boys frown when you met their eyes.

You looked down shamefully, “I’m sorry I brought him here and ruined your party.” You mumbled, wringing your hands in your lap.

Josh squatted down to be eye level with you, “Y/N, don’t you dare blame yourself. He was a giant piece of shit that you should’ve gotten rid of ages ago.”

You wiped a stray tear and nodded, “Yeah, I’m done for good this time.”

Josh beamed at you. “Well that’s the best present you could’ve gotten us.” He enveloped you in one of those warm Josh hugs you valued so much, Jake nodding and smiling in agreement behind him, before pulling back with wide eyes, “Do you want a drink? Some champagne? You deserve it.”

You laughed and nodded, thanking him as he scurried back off to the kitchen where all the drinks were.

Jake and Sam checked in with you too and you made sure to thank them for defending you.

Finally, it was you and Danny sitting on the couch. You looked over at him and saw blood leaking out of his nose. You gasped.

“Oh, Danny, he hit you too!” You grabbed a nearby napkin and held it up to his nose, tilting his head back by his chin.

Danny chuckled a bit, “Y/N, really, don’t worry about it. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” He reached his hands up to hold the napkin by himself, hand meeting yours.

He took your hand and guided it down to his knee, still enveloped with his hand. You looked down at your hands and squeezed his lightly. “You know, he would’ve never done that for me. And I got to thinking, he would never do most of the things you do for me without a second thought.”

You looked up and met his gaze, slightly scared you were trudging onto thin ice with the direction of this conversation. You watched Danny search your eyes for a moment before responding, “I’d do anything for you, it’s what you deserve.”

Your heart skipped a beat. His eyes were full of love and intention and you knew he meant every word. He continued, “And I know that asshole affected your confidence and hurt your feelings, but when you’ve taken time to heal and are ready to get back out there…” he took a deep breath and you watched his Adam’s apple bob as he gulped.

You raised your eyebrows, thinking you knew where he was going but needing to hear it. “Yes, Danny?”

With your encouragement, he continued, “… I’d really love to take you out on a date and see if we can really be something.”

You smiled brightly up at him. “Danny, I’d love nothing more.” He grinned back down at you and after a moment, started gently moving closer to you. You reciprocated leaning in for a kiss before you remembered, “Danny, your nose though.”

His eyes fluttered back open and he laughed. “Damn!” You laughed along with him, blown away by the night you’d had. He takes the hand he’s holding and presses a firm kiss onto the back of it, looking you in the eyes. “Another time.” You nodded cheerfully at him, leaning against his shoulder watching Josh approach with several champagne flutes.

That would be the last time that man got between you and Danny’s relationship.

#AWWWWW #im a danny girl today #danny wagner #danny wagner x reader #danny wagner x y/n #danny wagner fluff #danny wagner imagine #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #sammy kiszka #gvf imagine

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tobesoalive · 3 years

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latch (Sam Kiszka x reader)

hey guys here's the little Sam enemies to lovers smut that was requested! idc if it’s a bit cheesy, I had a ton of fun writing it so please please please send in more requests! I love helping your ideas come to life!

Warnings: Smut (Oral-f and m receiving, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex)

Friday had finally rolled around and you were more than ready. After a long week of classes and work you were more than ready to have some fun tonight. You and your roommates were going to have some people over tonight to celebrate your second year of college almost being over. You had come up with the idea last weekend and quickly made a list of who all should be invited. There was one person on the guest list that you were dreading to see, no other than Samuel Kiszka.

You had met a kid named Danny Wagner in your first class freshman year, and you two became fast friends, sharing many of the same interests and hobbies. Together you and Danny were a dynamic duo, and you always made each other laugh. People often thought you were dating, but he already had a beautiful girlfriend back home. Danny also had another person constantly attached at his hip, Sam Kiszka, you’d almost think they were the ones dating.

Sam was a lanky kid with sharp features and an extremely annoying god complex. He really thought he was the absolute shit and that everyone was in awe of him. Quite honestly many people were, but you saw right through it. You found him to be arrogant and rude, and you were always disappointed to see him when you went over to Danny’s place, even though he was his roommate. Sam would often show up unannounced at your place too, mostly with Danny, but a couple of times he showed up alone. You were always polite, inviting him in like the good host you are, and you two ended up watching a movie together, and much to your surprise, in these times he was almost tolerable. Almost. He would make a snide remark or joke that would infuriate you, but he wouldn’t stick around for long, usually having somewhere to be. That somewhere was usually the bed of another girl, but they probably didn’t just watch movies.

That was another reason you couldn’t stand Sam. Last year you had a crush on him and he would do the thing where he would play with your emotion, hang out with you and flirt with you only to immediately go and fuck random girls. It hurt you, a lot, but you eventually got over it, losing the romantic feelings, or rather pushing them deep down where you’d hope they’d never surface again.

Now people were going to be at your house in an hour and you haven't even showered. It didn’t really matter though, you weren’t all too concerned with what other people thought of your appearance, so what if your hair was a little wet. You quickly rinsed off in a cold shower, then changed into a simple outfit for the night, flared corduroys and a crocheted tank top.

That was the other thing, you’d think you were exactly Sam’s type, he seemed like he would be into girls who were more artistic and down to earth, but all the girls he hooked up with seemed like they spent most of their time thinking about themselves. Not that there was anything wrong with those girls, you weren’t the “pick me” type, but it seemed like Sam would care about that kind of thing. Whatever, you don’t even like him anyways, he’s more of a nuisance than anything.

You had finished a seltzer by the time people started arriving, the playlist you and your roommates curated playing throughout the apartment. Being with your friends always made you very energetic, and people always said they liked being around you. You could get a crowd laughing in no time. People were coming through the doors and when there were about 75% of the people there, your partner in crime finally arrived. “Wagner!” you shouted across the room in a dumb accent, already a little buzzed. “Where art thou good friend?!” Danny yelled back, matching your accent as you two finally made your way to each other, wrapping him in a friendly embrace. “Where’s your obnoxious sidekick?” you whispered into his ear.

“Don’t worry he’s here. I know how you were just dying to see him.”

“Oh aren’t I always?” you responded with a sarcastic smile

“I still think you need to give him a chance, you’d probably really like him.”

Before you could even respond, he was running up behind Danny and lifting him up by his waist.

“Well if it isn’t dumb and dumber!” you exclaim before Sam comes up and wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“Oh come on (y/l/n), you love me!”

“Haha good one Kiszka, now why don’t we do something I actually love.”

“And what would that be?” Danny questions.

“Take a shot and dance our asses off!” you yell. If you were going to deal with Sam you needed to be a little more intoxicated.

You gathered your roommates and the boys and took them to the kitchen and got out the glasses.

“To friendship!” you yelled

Right then you caught danny say something quietly, and it looked like he was saying “Or more than friendship”

That made you stop for a second before throwing your head back and downing the shot.

“Ok let's get back out there” your roommate says as she pulls you by the arm.

You spend about the next half hour dancing with all your friends, taking hits of joints and drinking. You and Danny did a silly little dance you had come up with last year when you would get drunk in your dorms and do dumb shit. Mid-routine he slipped and pulled you down with him, both of you laughing your asses off. You felt someone grab your arm and help you up as the song changed, “Latch” by Sam Smith blasting through the speakers, one of the best party songs probably ever. The person who had grabbed you wrapped their arms around your waist, swaying back and forth with you to the music. You loosened the stranger’s grip and spun around only to be met with the face of that little shit, Sam.

“C’mon kid can’t you at least try to tolerate me for one song”

“Who ever said you were intolerable?” you respond, admiring how the dim light highlighted his features.

He leaned in close to your ear and lowly whispered in it “You think I can’t see it. Whenever you’re around me you act like it’s charity work.”

You pull back to look him in the eyes and say “It wasn’t always that way. Now let's get back to what we were doing. I like this song more than I like you, which is quite a lot.”

He gives you a grin before you start moving your body against him, and by the end of the song he’s staring at you in complete awe.

Once the song ended you broke free from his grasp. “See you later Kiszka” you say with a wink, turning around and disappearing into the crowd.

Your stomach was in knots, and not from disgust. The moment you just had brought up a lot of emotions, mostly about your romantic feelings for Sam but also the resentment you felt towards him. Fuck, you were in deep now. Things would be so much easier if you never had to see him again and all of this could go away. But alas, you needed to suck it up so you could still have a close relationship with Danny. Plus in about twenty minutes Sam would probably be grinding on another girl. Screw it, you were going to have a good time with your friends, you didn’t need Sam to be happy.

The rest of the night you avoided Sam, giving him zero of the attention he was craving. A couple hours later people were leaving your home or asleep somewhere in the living room, bathroom, kitchen you name it. Thankfully though, your room remained empty, you needed some space to think.

Everyone was asleep and the house was quiet, you threw on a pair of boxer shorts and an oversized Led Zeppelin shirt, passed down to you from Danny. You went to the kitchen and drank probably a gallon of water, making one last pit stop to the bathroom to pee and brush your teeth. No matter how tired you felt you knew you'd thank yourself in the morning. Finally you were on the way back to your room when you stopped in the doorway. Sam was standing in there, looking at all your decorations and your extensive vinyl collection.

“You’ve changed some stuff since the last time I was here”

“Yeah, I like to rearrange stuff y'know? keep it new and interesting.” You remarked, rubbing the back of your neck and yawning, trying to hide your obvious panic. This is the last thing you were hoping for, being confronted one on one with the man himself.

“Are you cool if I stay here tonight? Daniel is passed out on the couch and I don’t feel like making the walk home alone.”

“Of course...did you want to sleep in here?” you ask before you could even stop the words from coming out of your mouth. Fuck, you were a dumbass.

“If that’s okay with you, sleeping next to a stranger wouldn’t be my first choice.”

“You never had a problem being in a stranger’s bed before” you mumbled, looking at the floor.

He didn’t say anything, just turned his head to stare at you for a second, his eyes seeming almost apologetic.

“Well you might as well get comfortable” you tell him as you turn off the lights and flick the lamp on.

“Do you have a shirt I could borrow? I don’t really wanna sleep in jeans and a sweaty shirt.”

“Would you like an old one of Danny’s or one of mine?” you tease him, grabbing out yet another old band shirt of his roommate’s.

While he’s changing you turn away and busy yourself with lighting some incense and pulling the covers back, to avoid seeing his bare torso.

“Can I throw on a record? I can never get to sleep in the silence.”

“Help yourself” you say, but he already has a selection in his hands, Michigan by Sufjan Stevens, one of your favorites.

“Wonderful choice, but I imagine you’re a bit biased.” you say to him, both he and Danny were from the same town in Michigan and had to let everyone know.

“I just wanted something calm and serene, compared to all the fast paced stuff we’ve been blasting for the whole night.”

“Well it was a party Samuel, you have to give the people what they want” you tell him as you climb into bed.

Sam grabs for one of the pillows and a blanket, but you stop him.

“Were you gonna sleep on the floor like a dog? I don’t give a shit whether or not we share the bed.”

“I just assumed...I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable...or anything.”

“You might be surprised by this but I actually feel pretty safe around you” you confess to him. Fuck, you were still slightly intoxicated so your filter was off. It’s okay, he was still a little drunk too it seemed.

“Do you mind if I take my pants off?” he asks you with a sincere look on his face.

You can’t help but burst out laughing, finding his awkwardness and the absurdity of the comment quite hilarious.

“I’d prefer it to your rough jeans...as long as you’re wearing underwear.”

“C’mon I’m not that much of a freak” he says as he pulls down his zipper and clumsily kicks his pants off.

You couldn’t help but stare for a moment, he looked gorgeous quite honestly, long hair tangled, old shirt hanging off his shoulders and shark boxer briefs stopping at his mid thigh.

“Okay Kiszka, get in here before I change my mind.”

He pulls back the sheets and crawls in, laying his head on the pillow facing you.

“I’m sorry” he says, looking deeply in your eyes, seeming almost ashamed.

“About what?” you knew you shouldn’t feed into this, whatever was going on here was completely platonic and wouldn’t mean anything in the morning.

“Everything. Being such a dick to you. Leading you on. I promise that’s not me, I just, I honestly don’t know how to act around you.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re just the one person who actually kinda intimidates me. Or at least my feelings for you intimidate me.” he sighs.

“Is that why you are always fucking other girls and telling people about it when I’m around?”

“God you’re not going to take it easy on me, are you?”

“Why should I?”

“You shouldn’t. With the way I’ve treated you I honestly don’t expect anything from you, I just couldn’t hold it in any longer and I thought this was as good of a time as any.”

“Sam, can I be honest with you?”

“Of course”

“I actually don’t hate you at all like you seem to think. I can’t stand you because I really do like you, but I gave up on anything happening a long time ago.”

“Well you did a pretty good job of hiding it” he says, moving a little closer to you to the point where your noses were almost touching, the feeling of his breath giving you goosebumps. The music hummed softly in the background as you thought for a second.

“Sam don’t hate me but we’re both kinda drunk and I don't wanna do anything right now. I wanna be there for it, like fully there.”

“I was actually hoping you’d say that. I wanna take in every detail and remember it all. You’re not just another drunken hookup.”

You can’t help but give a soft smile, your cheeks going red.

“Well maybe I wouldn’t be opposed to a bit of cuddling”

“Neither would I” he says as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in close as you bury your head in his chest, taking in his scent.

Something overtakes you, and you tilt your head up and press a soft kiss to his collarbone.

“Goodnight Samuel”

“Goodninght kid” he whispers, pressing his lips to the top of your head, and you can feel him breathing in your scent as well, elated to finally feel wanted.

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You wake up to sunlight streaming through your curtains, turning to look at your clock but instead being met with Sam’s chest.

You were sober enough last night to remember everything that happened, Sam’s feelings for you coming to light and vice versa. It made you almost giddy with excitement, not being able to wait until his eyes opened.

You played with his hair, running your fingers through it and moving it from his neck, replacing it with your lips. Soon enough he’s stretching his arms and yawning.

“Any reason you needed to wake me up at 7 am?” he asked you, looking down at you as the pad of his thumb brushed across your cheek.

“Just couldn’t wait to see you I guess”

“That's a first” he says sarcastically, once again staring deep into your eyes.

You could hear the birds singing outside and a refreshing spring breeze made its way into your room through the open window.

You stared at each other for a second longer before he whispered “Can I?”

You nodded your head yes and he dipped his head down to capture your lips in a kiss. It started off sweet and then your lips started moving in a rhythm, his hands grabbing your legs and pulling you onto his lap. He kept kissing you as your tongue made its way into his mouth, causing his hips to buck up into you. You pulled back and let out a soft sigh, basking in the feeling of him growing hard against your core. He took this as an opportunity to attach his lips to your neck, sucking at the delicate skin and leaving little nips.

“Can I take this off?” you ask him, hands grabbing at the hem of his shirt.

“Please” he groans against your neck.

You pull it off and instantly your hands run along the expanse of his smooth skin, admiring every freckle and mole, fingertips brushing across his nipples. You pull your hands away to pull your own shirt off, blushing a bit, slightly embarrassed to show yourself to him. He takes a moment to stare at the newly exposed skin, pulling you down into a kiss a moment later and mumbling “You’re absolutely stunning” into your lips.

“You’re not too bad yourself” you say with a smile spreading across your face, quickly losing it as you bite your lip when he starts to move his hips once again, his bulge rubbing deliciously against your already wet core.

“I need more of you” he grunts, obviously frustrated.

You tangle your hands in his hair and pull his head back a bit, looking down into his eyes before saying “then have me”, pulling him into a kiss.

In a swift movement he flips you both over, kneeling with his legs on either side of you.

“These need to come off” he says, tugging at the waistband of the boxers you slept in. As he pulled them off and the cold air hit your core, you couldn’t help but drink all of him in, admiring just how gorgeous he looked, as if he was sculpted by the gods himself. That moment ended when you felt his middle finger run lightly up and down your slit. You threw your head back and closed your eyes, concentrating on the feeling of his skin on yours.

“Please Sammy, I need you” you say, surprised at yourself for using that nickname with him.

He looks at you and smiles before lowering his gaze to your dripping cunt, furrowing his brows as he pushes his long finger inside of you. You mewl as he pushes it down to the last knuckle, letting you adjust for a moment before starting to slowly pump in and out.

“Fuck you’re tight. So much better than I imagined.”

“So you’ve thought about this before?” You smirk at him, turning your eyes to look at the sight of his finger pumping in and out.

“Quite a lot actually, I’ve thought a lot about how you taste too” he says before readjusting himself so his head is buried in between your thighs. It only takes a second for his tongue to find your clit as he inserts another finger and starts to pump a little faster.

“Fuck you’re good at this” you say as you let out a breathy moan, hands once again finding their way into his hair. That causes him to moan around your clit, sending vibrations through your whole body. You don’t know how much longer you’d be able to last, with Sam lapping at you like it’s his last meal.

You pull his hair, forcing his lips to part from your sensitive bud, pulling him into a sloppy kiss.

“I wanna taste you too” you say before getting up and kneeling on the floor in front of your brd, motioning him to sit with his legs over the side, facing you. You look up at him as you pull his boxers down, length hitting his stomach. You take a second to admire it, with its pink head, a large vein running up the bottom. It was a nice length, with quite a bit of girth to it, surrounded by a small patch of pubic hair. As you wrapped your hand around it you said “not to be weird or anything but your dick is gorgeous”, causing him to let out a light laugh that was quickly stifled when you wrapped your head around the tip of his cock. His fingers intertwined with your hair, lightly pulling it, not forcing you down on his dick like some guys do. You gently moved your head up and down, taking as much of him as you could in your mouth and using your hand to stroke the rest.

“Fuck I need to be inside of you” he groans, tugging at your hair, causing you to pull your mouth off his dick with a small pop.

“Can I ride you?” you question as you make your way back onto the bed.

“Fuck yes, I can’t promise how long I’ll last though” he says, pulling you in for another kiss as you line him up up with your entrance. You run his tip along your slit a few times before slowly starting to lower yourself down, taking your time to adjust to his size. Once he’s fully sheathed inside of you, he throws his head back, letting out a guttural moan.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

“So have I” you say before starting to slowly move yourself up and down on him.

It’s lazy and sweet, not perfect or anything, but nothing about this situation really was. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Fuck” he remarks as he grabs your hips, fingers sinking into your skin,helping you move up and down on his delicious cock.

“You fill me up so perfectly, god you feel so good”

“I guess it was meant to be baby” he says with a grin, putting his fingers in his mouth then moving them down to rub circles around your clit.

“Fuck Kiszka, if you keep taht up I’m gonna cum.”

“That was my goal, I’m close too” he breathes out as he buries his head in your neck.

You clutch the back of his head as you start to move yourself up and down faster, fucking yourself on his cock.

“Fuck Sam I’m gonna cum”

“Me too babe, where do you want me to?” he asks shakily.

The only word you can muster out is “Inside” as you approach your peak, clenching around him once more before tipping over the edge.

It’s complete bliss as you ride out your high, feeling him give one last deep thrust into you before coating your walls with his warm ropes of seed.

You collapse against him, nuzzling your head into his neck, pressing sloppy open mouthed kisses as you both catch your breath.

He pushes your hair to the side, leaving his lips on your temple while he remains sheathed inside you.

“Thank you” he says, still regaining his breath and returning to reality.

“Don’t leave me” you say softly into his ear.

“I wouldn’t for the world, don’t you worry kid.”

You sit up and look into his soft brown eyes, taking in how much things have changed in the past few hours.

“I don’t hate you. Not in the least. I just hated the idea of not being with you.”

“Same here, but we don’t have to feel that anymore. I’m sorry for the way I treated you. You deserve the world, and I want to try my hardest to give it to you.”

“Thank you Samuel, I’ll try to do the same.”

You give him one last long kiss before pulling back, pushing his hair behind his ear and saying “C’mon loverboy, let’s go get some breakfast.”

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heatabove-heatbelow · 2 years

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Kairosclerosis Chapter 4

Lets ignore that it's been a month since I posted Chapter 3. Hiatus really messed up my writing

Kairosclerosis - The moment you realize that you are currently happy

Summary: You’re sent to Garden’s Gate Academy where you fall in love with Sam Kiszka. Since your family doesn’t approve you start fake dating your friend Danny to get his and your family off your backs, but your feelings for Danny start to grow into more than just friendship.

Pairings: Sam Kiszka x Reader, Danny Wagner x Reader (Reader is gender neutral but AFAB)

Warnings: Dysfunctional and judgmental families, future 18+ explicit content - MINORS DNI

Despite it being your parent’s idea to send you to Garden’s Gate Academy they don’t actually want to bother to take the drive to take you there, so your uncle has to do it instead. Danny said he would’ve offered to take you with him but driving to your house on the way to Garden’s Gate Academy was a bit out of the way and inconvenient for him so his parents refused when he asked.

The car ride is tense and silent as you hold back tears as you stare out the window. You had just gotten into an argument with your uncle about your friendship with Sam, and the things he had said were so awful. The argument had started when you had asked your uncle if you could play a CD and he said yes, so you pulled out a CD that Sam had given you. That got your uncle started on how that music is a bad influence and how Sam is a bad influence on you, too.

“Keep Daniel away from that boy,” he had scolded, unaware that Danny and Sam are already best friends. “He’s a good boy who doesn’t need that kind of trash in his life and neither do you.”

“He’s not trash or a bad influence!” You had argued back, already getting upset. “He makes me happier than anyone else in this whole world, you guys should be happy that I have someone that makes me so happy but instead you don’t care at all!”

“We do care and that’s why we’re warning you about Sam,” he retorted. “That whole family is an absolute mess, neither of his parents have real jobs and now their kids have unrealistic ideas for the future.”

At this point you were too upset to even argue and just started staring out the window. This is where you find yourself now when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You unlock your phone and see Sam and Danny texting you from the group chat you have with them.

Sammy: We’re in the orchard waiting for you!

Danny: Can’t wait to see you!

They attached a selfie of the two of them sitting against the trunk of one of the giant apple trees. Both of them smiling their giant, goofy grins as they celebrate finally being back together. Your heart aches to be with them and you find yourself tearing up again. You quickly wipe your eyes before your uncle can notice as you don’t want another argument to arise again.

You’re grateful the school is only a few minutes away so that you don’t have to wait too long to see him again, but also so you don’t have to be in this car for much longer. You sit in awkward silence with your uncle, you can tell he’s waiting for another chance to snap at you, waiting for you to say something that he can go off about, so you keep your mouth shut.

You never thought you would ever feel so grateful and excited to see the academy but once it appears in the distance you find yourself feeling relieved and your heart starts pounding. You watch as the building gets closer and closer until it’s looming over you. You’re too relieved right now to feel the normal sense of dread you usually get, but you’re sure that will come later.

You unbuckle your seatbelt and step out of the car before the car even stops moving, which you can hear your uncle scolding you about. You start to walk away from the car, trying to get away from your uncle as quickly as possible and get to Sam and Danny. You don’t care that your bags are still in the trunk of the car, you don’t care that your uncle is yelling at you to come back. What you do care about, though, is when he yells out to you “Keep up an attitude like this and you’ll be even more of a family disappointment than you already are!” You almost freeze in shock that something so cruel, even by his standards, would leave his mouth, but instead you start running.

You’ve been to and from the school orchard so many times that you know how to get there even with tears blurring your vision. You were aware of how different from the rest of your family you are, but you never imagined they would view you as a disappointment. A small part of you had hoped that maybe your relationship could be saved, that perhaps you could still be a loving, normal family, but as you run to the orchard you realize who your true family is.

You see Sam and Danny in the distance, still sitting under the tree like they were in the selfie they sent you. When they see you coming towards them they excitedly call out your name and hop up then run to meet you. Sam gets to you first and scoops you up into a hug, squeezing you as tightly as he can as though if he lets you go you’ll disappear from his arms forever. You hold onto him tightly as well, taking in the familiar feeling of his body against yours and his comforting smell. Being with him feels like home, being with him is home.

“My love, I missed you!” He exclaims and kisses the top of your head. When he pulls away and sees your tear stained cheeks his smile drops and he looks concerned. Danny looks concerned, too, and stands next to Sam. Sam puts a comforting hand on your right cheek and Danny cups your left cheek, both of them wanting to help you.

“My uncle said I’m a disappointment. I didn’t think my family felt that way about me,” you choke out, and Danny immediately pulls you into a comforting hug

“Y/n, you are breaking generations of toxic thinking and behavior, you should be proud of yourself,” Danny says as he rubs your back. “We’re proud of you.”

“Y/n,” Sam’s voice is stern yet gentle, “You are so much better than everyone else in your family. Unlike them you bring happiness and kindness wherever you go and you live your truth, you don’t care about what other people think. You are your own person and we love you, okay? Fuck all of them, you have a new family now. You have Danny and me and my siblings, and we all love you.”

Sam and Danny’s words make you start crying again, but this time from happiness and you pull both of them into a group hug. They hug you tightly, making you feel safe and secure. Sam kisses the top of your head and Danny holds your hand once they finally pull away from the hug.

“Can we get back into the shade of the tree now I’m getting hot,” Danny teases to ease the mood and you let out a small laugh. You three sit under a tree, eating the apples that have fallen from the branches that are not too rotten. You can’t help but watch as juice drips down Sam’s chin after he takes a bite before asking you about your summer as though he didn’t call you every day and knows exactly what you did.

Sam watches you and Danny as you three talk and he notices something is different. You seem closer than before, which seemed almost impossible because you two are best friends. You sit as close to Sam as possible, one leg draped over his and his hand on your thigh, but Danny is sitting close to you, too, so close that your shoulders are touching. He notices you subconsciously switching out on who you lean against, sometimes him and sometimes Danny. He notices that Danny touches you more, whether it is playfully nudging you or messing with your hair. Whenever he touches you he lingers before finally moving his hand, and even the way he looks at you and the way you look at him is different.

Sam is not jealous, however, nor is his first thought that you’re cheating on him. He knows you and Danny better than that. You two are his best friends in the whole wide world and he has every bit of faith in you. You two just spent three months together, comforting each other from your family’s and being there for each other when he couldn’t be. Of course you would grow closer. He smiles as he leans back against the tree and watches you two as you bounce off each other as you tell a story. He’s glad you have each other. He loves you two more than anything else in the whole wide world, and seeing you two be happy makes him happy. Despite where he is, despite what the next few months will hold, Sam finds himself feeling more content here than he ever did during his summer vacation. He’s home now, he’s with you.

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latedawnwriting · 3 years

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omg hi!! i was hoping you could write something abt danny from gvf and dental hygienist!reader cause we all need supportive bf!danny

Thank u so much for the request love 💕. I am so sorry that you had to wait for so long, but my anxiety and that accident I had at work crashed me completely 😐. I think it turned out quite cute and I really tried to make as much research about dental hygienists as I could. Please let me know if u liked it!

Lots of love

~Jules

"The smile on her face"

Pairing: Danny Wagner x dental hygienist! reader

Word count: 918

Editor: @dannythedog (she's amazing ✨)

Rating: teen and up

Warnings: none

“Danny?...Sweetheart, I’m home!” my voice echoed through the quiet apartment as I was closing the front door. We bought this place two years ago after looking for the right apartment to share together. I started looking around, trying to spot the tall, handsome boy. Brown, worn couch stood proudly in the living room, it was covered with lots of colorful pillows. On the coffee table I noticed a lot of music sheets and a pair of drumsticks. Still, I couldn’t spot my boyfriend anywhere, he was supposed to be home. He recently came back from a long tour with the band so we tried to spend some time together. The kitchen was empty too, only one black mug stood on the counter. I made my way to our bedroom at the end of the hallway.

“Honey? Is everything okay?” I opened the dark, wooden door to the room. My sweet boy was fast asleep on our bed, his adorable face filled with peace. Slick, raven hair spilled across the surface of the pillow. A warm feeling spread across my chest. God... he makes me so happy. Through the months of being apart I missed him terribly, always awaiting his return. Deciding not to disturb the sleeping beauty, he needed his rest, I quietly made my way to our kitchen.

Looking into the old fridge, I decided to make some lasagne. Danny always insisted that I make the best lasagne on this earth. As I was preparing the ingredients, a ringing voice resonated in the room. “How long have you been home?” My body trembled with surprise. “Oh my gosh, Daniel! You almost gave me a heart attack!” I said loudly with a fake accusation. He snorted visibly, clearly amused with my reaction. "Stop laughing at me, love," I stuck my tongue at him. "I got home like 15 minutes ago, didn't want to disturb you." While I went back to making the food, the man stayed by the doorway, a small smile on his face. "Can I help with the meal?" he asked and I just nodded enthusiastically. The time we spent in the kitchen together was always fun. We were laughing at silly jokes while chopping the vegetables and when he splashed me with water, a huge messy fight ensued. There was no sadness in my heart.

After finishing preparing the food and cleaning up the mess we made, we sat at the kitchen table, ready to eat. The lasagne smelled amazing. The smell spread throughout the kitchen, luminous rays of the sun came through the open window. Roar of the city could be heard outside, people in constant rush circled its streets. "Oh, I almost forgot to ask you. How was work?" I looked at the boy sitting opposite me, his gaze inviting me to talk. I worked as a dental hygienist in the local dentist's office. Danny was very supportive of me pursuing my career in this field. He liked to listen to me talk about my goals or new skills that I learned. It made me blush and my heart swell every freaking time, he cared so much. “There were a lot of people today. I think I had about 8 patients,” I said. “At about 2 pm I had this boy, he was about 7 years old and he was so scared. I think he thought I was going to rip his tooth off.” The man giggled. “I explained to him that I’m just going to clean his teeth before the dentist comes. He calmed down a bit and then spotted my Marvel t-shirt underneath the uniform. His eyes just lit up and a huge smile appeared on his face, it was so cute. I gave him a ‘great patient’ sticker after everything was done,” a soft smile could be seen on my face. “I always knew you were great with kids. I’m so proud of you babe. You’re magnificent at your job,” he said proudly.

After the delicious meal, we decided to go on a short walk. Soft wind blew our hair and I clutched Danny’s hand tightly. His eyes gave away a loving expression, I couldn’t keep mine from looking at his glorious face. Everything seemed to be just perfect. I recognized a small, cozy cafe at the end of the street. “Sweetheart, would you like some coffee?” my finger pointed at the familiar building. “Yeah! Let’s go there,” he pulled at my hand as we made our way there. We bought a latte and a straight black coffee, after that we found a free booth to sit at the back of the shop. My drink tasted fantastic, instantly making me more energetic.

“Do you want to have a movie night with the boys on Friday? They miss you.” I took another sip of my beverage and replied, “I’d love to, I missed these goofballs so much.” The thought of these boys always made me excited. They were my family, supporting mine and Danny’s relationship no matter what. Sammy, Jake, and I were always up for mischief and I shared a deep love for films with Joshua. We would talk for hours about filmography and vintage cameras just to piss off the other three boys. He was already my brother. Jakey was a person that I could go to talk about anything with, I knew I could trust him with my whole heart. Danny took my hand in his. I couldn’t be more in love with someone else, but him.

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