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jaketswine · 1 year

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the important things…

little fluff inspired by the new jake photography era, via gretvanfleet’s tiktok

you and jake have talked for ages about buying a house together.

you've saved up every extra penny you could.

worked any overtime your boss would allow.

and the work had finally paid off.

you both now stood on the front porch of your new home, jake turning the key over in his hand as he looked at you with one of the widest smiles you've ever seen.

you whipped out your small film camera from the bag you carried, to capture the moment of jake putting the key in the lock for the first time.

you had gotten the camera a few weeks back when the two of you had made your weekly run to the farmers market down the road from your apartment. jake had stumbled upon a little antique table, pulling you along, claiming you had to check it out. you picked up the camera, hoping to capture special moments of this new portion of life with jake.

and that’s exactly what you were going to do.

jake pushed open the door, turning back to look at you, motioning for you to enter before him.

quickly snapping a photo, you stepped forward, entering through the threshold of your new home.

though you had seen the house before, it felt like a brand new reality. a new portion of the world waiting to be explored.

you waltz through the house, peeking into rooms, cracking windows open, imagining what the space would look like once all of your belongings filled the area.

how jake’s guitars would line the walls of his music room.

how your creative works would be scattered over the floor of your so called office.

imagining how the shelves of records you both shared would look against the currently stark white wall of the living room.

imagining how it would sound to have the low melodies playing through the house while cleaning, cooking, dancing with your lover.

you couldn’t wait until the space felt like your own.

but as jake had informed you on the ride over, the moving truck was going to be delayed until the next day, leaving the both of you with only the few necessities you brought along, as well as the blow-up mattress josh had convinced you both to bring ‘just in case.’

standing in the living room, taking in the new space, you heard jake creep up behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“well honey, what do you think?” he waited for a moment for your reply, stretching his neck around so he could see a portion of your face.

“would like it better if we had a place to sit, but I guess for now it will do,” you replied teasingly, turning your face in his direction.

he let a light laugh escape before resting his chin on your shoulder, beginning to sway you both side to side, following some imaginary rhythm he no-doubt has running through his head.

“we might not have a table to set it on, but could I interest you in some takeout? I’m starving.”

almost right on cue, you could feel your stomach beginning to growl, realizing you hadn’t had anything to eat in quite a while.

you nodded and hummed your approval, earning a kiss on the cheek from jake as he loosened his hold on you, turning away to go put in an order for a much needed meal for two.

you both found yourselves planted outside, on the back patio area, finishing off the last of your food.

the topic of conversation had ranged from memories of the old apartment, to a photo of a kitten josh had visited in a rescue shelter earlier in the day, back to imagining all the moments you would get to experience in your new house.

jake went on and on about a local artist he had found, and how he would love nothing more than to fill your new home with handmade artworks from all over the world- souvenirs that would live with you all forever.

you spoke of your desire for a garden. telling jake all about how you’d like to plant flowers just for the sole purpose of watching them bloom.

as you spoke, you found yourself wandering around the vast backyard, running your hand over tree trunks, and admiring the area around you.

you were lost in thought when you heard a click, recognizing it as the shutter on your film camera.

you turned around to look at jake, watching him fiddle with the knobs and buttons, as he sized up his next shot.

you began to walk towards him, hearing him snap another, causing you to giggle, then another.

“jake, I love being your muse, but film is quite expensive these days,” you playfully scolded.

he lovingly rolled his eyes, proceeding to take another photo of you looking at him quite disapprovingly.

“darling, I will buy you all the film your heart desires… so long as I get to capture you with it.”

you were the one to roll your eyes at that, secretly loving the cliche sentiment.

“at least save some so we can have pictures of the house once all of our stuff is here, I want the finished product,” you told him, finding your spot by his side.

“you have another roll in your bag,” he informed you. “just want to focus on the important things right now.”

another cliche from him, but you asked anyway. “and what might that be, jacob?”

“you, darling,” he replied as he reached a hand out to stroke over your cheek, balancing the camera in his other to snap one more photo.

“us,” you corrected, “you, and me, and our new home; our new beginning.”

he grinned wildly, placing the camera beside him, moving the now unoccupied hand to your other cheek, holding your face gently.

you both stared into each others eyes for some time before jake spoke again, “I’m so grateful I get to share this life with you. I love you, y/n.”

you closed the distance between the two of you, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I couldn't ask for anyone better. I love you jake.”

you both moved to lay in the grass of your backyard, wrapped together in the wide open area, listening to the crickets, and watching the sky fade to black.

thankful for each other.

excited for the new adventures to come.

full of love.

the important things.

#I love photographer jake #jake gvf #jake kiszka #jake kiszka fluff #jake kiszka x reader #jake x reader #gvf fanfiction #gvf fluff #muse #greta van fluff #greta van fleet #greta van fic #gvf blurb #gvf imagine

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myownparadise96 · 4 years

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📸gvfarmy

#boys in blue #samkiszka #jakekiszka #gretavanfleet #joshkiszka #gvf #greta van fleet #dannywagner #gretvanfleet #sunshine boy

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goldencaravel · 2 years

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the night we met

word count: 1858

warnings: none just fluff

song: wonderful tonight x eric caption

you woke up in your shared bed. while stretching you found what normally is a mop of hair you lightly sweep out of sam’s face every morning, is an empty pillow.

sam talked about needing to work on a few things with the guys so you figured he was at the studio. not wanting to bother him, you just had a day to yourself.

you put on a record sam had picked up recently. you hadn’t listened to it, but you trusted his taste in music. while finishing up some laundry, you recognized the familiar tune. you racked your brain trying remember why you know this one particular song. you gave up just thinking you heard it on the radio once or twice. you replayed the album throughout the day, as you really enjoyed it, but your brain was always piqued whenever that one song would come around.

around 3 you decided to run to the grocery store but not without stopping by to see your lovely boyfriend. the boys never minded when you tagged along so hopefully they’ll be okay with just popping in for a little bit. it was a quick drive over there. you loved that the studio was so close, with him spending long days over there, there was no added time away from your lover just because of aimless driving. you pulled into a spot between josh’s jeep and sam’s tesla. you laughed at their different car of choice.

making your way through the hallway, you found the door and slowly opened it. the smallest creak bellowed out as you stuck your head through causing everyone to look your way. sams face lit up.

“hi, princess! what’re you doing here?”

“i wanted to come see you before i ran to the grocery store for dinner”, you shyly replied leaning against the wall, “hopefully i’m not interrupting anything” because it sure seemed like you did.

“no of course not”, sam assured. “we’ve just been listening to our different takes. c’mere” he waved you over. he was sitting on the couch with a leg tucked under his thigh and jake was sitting on top of the couch with a guitar in his lap.

there was no hesitation as you pushed yourself off the wall and plopped next to him. he questioned you when you untucked the hair behind his ear and proceeded to gingerly tuck it back.

“i didn’t get to do it this morning, meanie”.

“i’m sorry” he smiled as he kissed your temple.

he reached around and pulled you into his chest.

“i’ll make sure to wake you up next time i have to leave super early, just so you can tuck my hair” he teased.

“ok on second thought…” you drifted off.

“that’s what i thought.”

you laid there while the track played and just enjoyed his presence. when it finished you rearranged yourself to put your head in his lap and your feet across arm of the couch. his hands instinctively went to play with your hair and lightly graze your face. this still gave you butterflies even though it was one of the most common ways you guys would relax at home. josh seemed to be talking to a producer so it gave you two a bit of time to talk.

“you’re so beautiful” sam whispered as he ran his fingers through your hair, scratching your scalp at every pass. you could feel the heat on your cheeks and shyly turned your face away from him.

sam tugged on your earlobe and you rolled your head back to meet his gaze, “i’m serious”.

“i love you” you brought a hand up and cupped his cheek placing your thumb on his lips. he pursed his lips to kiss your thumb.

“ugh get a room” jake sounded disgusted.

with the same hand on sam’s face, you gave jake the finger.

“awww is jakey mad because jita isn’t here” sam teased.

“whatever” jake grumbled. you looked at sam with a surprised look like what’s his deal.

“anywayyy…” sam drew out, “what did you do today.”

“just some chores around the house… and i listened to that new record you bought, it’s really good!”

“wait you listened to it?” sam asked with disappointment in his voice.

“yeaaahhh… was i not supposed to? it was still in the bag near the player. i thought it would be okay if i listened to it…” you rambled on, feeling bad that you played it without him.

“baby, it’s okay that you listened to it.” a sigh of relief came over you. you thought you ruined a gift or something. “i just wanted to surprise you.”

“surprise? with that album?” you questioned.

“since you have listened to it, did a certain song stand out to you?” he asked pointedly.

“yeah there was one, but i couldn’t put my tongue on where i’ve heard it” at this point you were sitting up criss cross facing him.

“2019… a certain bar…” he hinted.

“oh- ohhh my god” it finally hit you.

August 2019

it was a random friday night when you and a couple of friends decided to go out just for a few drinks. it didn’t feel like a night of dressing up for you, so you ended up in some jeans shorts and a cute baggy graphic tee that you slightly tucked into the front. the shoe of choice for tonight was some cute but comfy sandals.

the bar was kind of crowded but you managed to find a high top table with just enough seats for your friends. you offered to go get the first round of drinks for everyone and shimmied your way through clumsy, half sober people.

“4 Yuenglings on tap, please” you half shouted at the bartender.

“you know i’ve been there” the stranger beside you speaks.

“i’m sorry?” you look over and see the most beautiful man you have ever seen. shoulder length wavy brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, perfectly pink lips, and eyelashes you wish you could have naturally.

“i’ve been there…” he points, “the place on your shirt.”

you instinctively grab your shirt to look down at it, completely forgetting what was on it.

it was a cream colored shirt with olympic national park on it and a little design. something you picked up at a thrift store, even though you’ve always wanted to go there and get a shirt personally, that did for now.

“oh cool! i’ve been dying to go there it looks beautiful!”

“the pictures do not do it justice” he explains. “the hikes are amazing and the views are absolutely breathtaking!” he subtly looks you up and down.

did he just… no way, you thought.

“here’s your pints, ma’am” the bartender cuts in.

“you gonna be able to carry those over there?” he jests.

“i was a waiter, i’ll have you know” you replied as you began grabbing the glasses the way you used to.

“hey what’s you’re name?”

“(y/n)” now you were struggling.

“(y/n), let me help” he said smugly with a wink, “i’m sam.” your heart skipped a little and you weren’t gonna deny help from the devastatingly handsome stranger named sam.

you walked to your table with sam behind you and put each glass in front of a friend. “m’lady” sam bowed as he set the glasses down. your friends eyed you as he walked away without another word.

“uh who is that” your friend asked excitedly.

“some guy that was just at the bar, we talked about my shirt.”

“(y/n), only you could pull a guy while wearing a national parks shirt” she chided.

“what? no.” you shot down that idea even though there was that look he gave you.

“whatever. just watch, his eyes will be on you many times tonight.” and she was right. every time you would glance at him, he was already staring and he didn’t look away.

after a few rounds, your friends had gone off to do god knows what and that left you at the table by yourself. you didn’t mind it. then that familiar face in the night came to you.

“would you like to dance?” he asked politely.

“um this isn’t really a dancing place.”

“i know but i’ve had a few and i like this song and i want a pretty girl to dance with.” you had a few as well and the idea of being close to sam seemed comforting.

he must’ve seen the answer in your face as he placed his hand out for yours. he gave you a tug and walked you into the middle of the floor. the bar had died down so there was a small open area, maybe enough for 5 people. he turned around to face you and placed the hand that was in his on his shoulder. your other arm followed as you locked your hand behind his neck. you liked the feeling of his hair over your hands. you didn’t recognize the song, but it seemed he did. the two of you swayed for the remainder of the song. his middle fingers found your belt loops under your shirt and his pointer finger rubbed your bare hip. his eyes were boring into you, like he was trying to figure out your whole life story. you felt the need to lean in and kiss him, but you just met him you couldn’t do that. as your cheeks got warm, you couldn’t help but bite you bottom lip to hide back a smile that would’ve been a little too big.

“a pretty girl who’s interested in national parks… a woman after my own heart” sam beamed.

“i mean i don’t-“ you were cut off by someone yanking sam away from you. “we’re leaving” the guy demanded. you each stole one last glance before he was pushed out the door.

that was the last time you saw sam for months. you would replay that dance in your head constantly. the way he looked at you. the feel of his fingers on your bare skin. you scold yourself for not getting his number or at least his last name.

until one fateful day you ran into him at a record store.

a familiar voice made you look up from the stack you were flipping through, “hi, (y/n)”.

and that led you to where you are today.

present

“the song we danced to the first night we met” you said softly.

“yeah” he tucked you hair behind you ear and you leaned into his touch. “oh, sam. i wish i didn’t listen to it without you” you pouted.

“it’s okay, baby. we can listen to it and dance after dinner” he assured. “speaking of dinner…” he dragged his finger down your arm.

“what would you like samuel?” you asked in a playful annoyed tone.

“hmm… surprise me.”

“oh wow that’s a big task”

“i know so don’t disappoint me” he said jokingly.

josh cleared his throat.

“uh yeah i should get going.” you gave sam a quick kiss, “i’ll see you at home baby.

“i love you sweetheart.”

#greta van fleet #gvf #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #gretavanfleet #danny wagner #gretvanfleet #sam kiskza #sam kiszka x reader

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goldencaravel · 2 years

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touch - jmk

warnings: parental loss

word count: 1259

it had been 2 months since my mom passed. 2 months of non-stop thinking of how i now have to spend the rest of my life without her. 2 months of calling ronnie on nights i couldn’t handle being by myself. but tonight ronnie had plans. she texted me earlier that day.

ronnie: are you sure? i don’t mind skipping if you want me to come over

me: you’ve been at my beck and call for 2 months. go have some fun please :)

ronnie: i will not hesitate leaving if you call or text me

me: i know you won’t. thank you🤍

ronnie is my best friend. i probably spent half of those two months at her house. everyone was extremely kind to me and treated me like family while i was there. it was comforting. the boys, who usually teased me like a sister, cut me some slack… sometimes.

the day started off great. i did my journaling, stretches and everything to get me in a positive mindset to start the day. i’d have certain memories of my mom flood back as i did things around the house. i didn’t mind that, it was nice.

however the later it became, the more uneasy i’d start to feel. i really wanted to call ronnie, have a girls night in. but i wasn’t about to ruin her fun on account of me missing my mom. with my phone in my lap, i stared at the black tv screen for what felt like ages deciding what to do.

a certain boy popped in my head. he was always nice to me. he was related to ronnie, how different could they be. so i texted josh.

me: hey

josh: hey. is everything okay… you never text me and i know ronnie is out

me: i know

me: can you come over please

josh: yeah

josh: give me 20 minutes

he texted me he was on his way 5 minutes later.

my dad checked out on me a week after mom. he just locks himself in his room and won’t come out, so i didn’t have to worry about sneaking josh in or having him answering the door.

just like he said, josh knocked on the door 15 minutes later. i opened it and we just stared at each other for a few seconds.

i quickly took in his appearance. he was wearing maroon shorts, a white long sleeve tee and some old slip on vans. his hair looked kind of disheveled like he was laying on it for some time.

he broke the silence first and asked the question i dread the most, “are you okay?”

i shook my head as my lip quivered and my eyes filled with tears. before i could say anything, josh pulled me in with a sympathetic “oh”. i held onto him, probably a little too hard, but he didn’t seem to mind as i leaned my cheek onto his shoulder and cried.

he let out a very soft, almost a whisper, “i’m so sorry” and moved his hand to my head.

this hug wasn’t something i realized i needed and josh seemed to sense that. he let me hold onto to him for as long as i wanted to. i probably could’ve stood their all night in his embrace, but he probably wanted to come inside from the chilly weather. after a few minutes i let go and wiped my tears.

“sorry” i muttered when i noticed the really noticeable spot where my tears hit his shirt.

“don’t worry, i’ve got plenty more” he smiled.

you realized he was partially in your doorway, “sorry, uh, come in.”

we made our way to my bedroom and he shut the door after he walked in. “is that okay?” he gestured at the door. i nodded.

i sat criss cross on my bed picking at the skin on my cuticles, while josh found my desk chair and made himself at home there. it was a comfortable silence for a while, josh wasn’t really sure what to say. yeah he would overhear ronnie we when we’re in her room sometimes, but this was different.

you spoke first, “i’m sorry i texted you. i didn’t know who else.”

“it’s totally okay. i’m glad you felt comfortable enough to reach out to me” he said with a soft smile. “did you want to talk about it?”

i broke his gaze and looked back down at my fingers. he saw i was chewing on my lip and took that as a no.

“can we watch a movie?” you asked.

“we can do whatever you want. i’ll spare you my commentary for the night.” that made me laugh. first time i laughed all day, maybe even in the past few days.

i found the remote and put on the first thing that looked the slightest bit interesting. i didn’t care if it was good, i just wanted a distraction and some company.

josh looked engaged but i couldn’t quite get into it. that nagging feeling was still there. he was sprawled out on my chair when i called to him.

“josh?” i said with pleading eyes.

he quickly looked over and it was like he read my mind.

i got more comfortable in my bed and under the covers as he made his way over. i lifted up the blanket for him. “are you sure?” he asked like he was scared of hurting me. i nodded, “i just need someone close.”

he climbed in, laid on his back and put his right hand behind his head. his left hand laid by his side and his head was slightly turned so he could still watch the movie. i decided to change how i was laying and turn to my side so i could watch the movie across his body. now my left hand was under my head and the other sitting on my waist.

we stayed like this for a while but my hand was slowly inching toward his. finally, i slightly put my hand on top of his and hooked my pointer finger around his pinky . he turned his head, “is this okay? your touch is just really comforting” i asked timidly, scared of his answer. “of course it’s okay. let me know if you need more” he looked at me with such kind eyes. “can- can i lean on you?” i couldn’t look at him when i said it, so i opted to look at our hands instead. “yes sweetheart, you can lean on me” he chuckled and gave me that charming smile and i felt relief instantly.

we both moved up my headboard to lean against it and i slightly leaned on his shoulder until he put his arm around me. now i was laying on his chest and he was faintly rubbing my arm. i could feel his heartbeat on my cheek and smiled to myself.

he must’ve felt it because he asked, “is this better?”

i was happy he was a little different than ronnie in this way. his touch was much more grounding. i felt myself fully relax for the first time in days. i replied, “much better. thank you josh.”

he tapped my arm twice with his thumb, “you can always reach out to me.”

i don’t remember falling asleep but i woke up to my leg over josh’s and him holding me against his chest with both arms. i checked my phone and see ronnie texted me.

ronnie: found my replacement already, huh

#greta van fleet #gvf #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #gretavanfleet #gretvanfleet #josh kiszka x reader

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goldencaravel · 2 years

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my feelings are extremely hurt

(also his eyes sparkle in both🥹)

#greta van fleet #gvf #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #gretavanfleet #danny wagner #gretvanfleet #sam kiskza

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goldencaravel · 2 years

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this might be one of my favorites i’ve done

#greta van fleet #gvf #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #gretavanfleet #danny wagner #gretvanfleet #sam kiskza

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goldencaravel · 2 years

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guitar fingers: a collection

#greta van fleet #gvf #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #gretavanfleet #danny wagner #gretvanfleet #sam kiskza

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goldencaravel · 2 years

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garage band

it was a regular school afternoon for you. the routine drive home, the routine homework schedule, and then curing your boredom til you were tired enough for bed.

tonight your boredom led you to the kiszka’s garage. the kiszka boys were notorious for their garage band rehearsals. they’d leave the garage open and people would filter in and out to enjoy live music for a bit. however for you, this would be the first time meandering you’re way in.

you already knew sam from school and of course everyone knew the twins. you never spoke to sam, other than a brief encounter when he accidentally bumped into you. there was no admitting he was absolutely gorgeous, his caramel brown eyes, his smile, his long wavy brown hair. safe to say you’ve had a crush on him for years. now it’s senior year and that’s what it still is, a silly little crush.

it’s a chilly night when you take the short walk to their house and notice a small crowd, maybe 10 or 15 people. you wonder how many people usually come to see them throughout the night.

wiggling your way through the small crowd you see him. sam. sitting pretty on the couch, sea foam bass in tow, wearing a visor for whatever reason. there’s a more relaxed look to him. one different than he has at school. he’s in his element, concentrating on playing.

when they finish, sam settles the bass on his lap, looks up and makes eye contact with you. heat rises to your cheeks and you can’t help but feel kind of embarrassed. you barely know him and just eye contact can make you feel this way? but then he gives you the slightest smile and a small wave. of course you give him a shy wave back and smile towards the floor.

throughout the rest of the night you become more relaxed. you steal small glances at sam and sometimes catch him looking at you first.

after a few hours you decide to go home but not without one more look at sam. walking out of their driveway you look back to see him already looking at you and he gives a small nod mixed with a grin. is it crazy or did you see the slightest rose color spread across his cheeks.

from then on you visited their garage at least twice a week. you really enjoyed their music… plus sam was a benefit.

sam noticed this and of course got shit from his brothers. “little brother got a crush?” josh teased during a break.

“what’re you talking about?”

“you mess up every time you look at her dude. go talk to her.” josh encouraged. “i see her looking at you all the time sam. i’m sure she wouldn’t mind you talking to her” jake butted in.

before sam could make his way to you, you were two steps from him. “hey, sam” you said timidly.

“oh hey, (y/n)” sam replied shocked.

“you know my name?” you questioned.

“why wouldn’t i?” sam said with a smirk.

“well we’ve never had classes together and we aren’t really in the same friend groups”

“you were the girl i bumped into last year right? almost knocked you to the ground.” he recalled.

you chuckled. “yeah that was me, just about twisted my ankle.”

he runs a hand through his hair, “i’m so sorry about that. i don’t remember if i apologized…” he looks into your eyes “…but i definitely remember your beautiful face.” he blushes.

you’re speechless. that was the last thing you expected to come from his mouth. “oh, uh, thank you” you let out a giggle.

“i’ve noticed you been coming here pretty often.” he was observant. you couldn’t tell if that was embarrassing or flattering.

“yeah you guys are really good. do you play anywhere other than your garage?”

“we actually are playing at a bar this friday” he said excitedly. “sadly it’s 21+, but I can get you in if you’d like” he said with a wink.

“i would love that” you said almost a little too happily.

“it’s a date.” sam says with the biggest smile.

“it’s a date.” you confirmed. friday couldn’t come fast enough.

#greta van fleet #gvf #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #gretavanfleet #danny wagner #gretvanfleet #sam kiskza #sam kiszka x reader

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goldencaravel · 2 years

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happy birthday to my favorite twins🤍

(all edited by me)

#greta van fleet #gvf #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #gretavanfleet #danny wagner #gretvanfleet #sam kiskza

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goldencaravel · 2 years

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positive affirmations

it hurts my heart (in a good way) to think of sam as a girl dad, but i know he’d be a great one so enjoy dad!sam

word count: 690

having a little girl was the greatest gift sam could’ve asked for, other than marrying you of course. aurora was the name you two landed on, the goddess of dawn. sam was absolutely amazing with her and helped you with whatever you needed, in order to make motherhood a little less stressful. he coddled aurora with love and care, with gentleness and compassion. this in turn gave him and aurora a bond like no other. in simple terms, aurora was a daddy’s girl and sam was a girl dad.

7 years later

it is the first day of 2nd grade. this was always the hardest day for sam. summer break meant lots of playtime with daddy and he hated having to leave you as it came to an end. however, he still wanted a little bit of daddy daughter time before the first day. as aurora woke up, he gently picked her up from her bed and brought her to the bathroom. he let aurora brush her teeth and sat back and smiled as she got toothpaste everywhere, but it was okay. this was his last few moments with her and he just wanted to see her happy. when she finished, he laid a towel down in the sink and lifted aurora onto the counter putting her feet in the sink. she was now facing the mirror looking into the eyes of her favorite person, her dad.

now with sam’s long hair, he was very experienced with hair care and how to style hair... kind of. he began to brush aurora’s hair and managed to snag a knot a little too hard. “ow daddy” she winced, shrugging her shoulders and cocking her head to the side. “i’m sorry angel, i’ll make sure to be more careful” sam reassures as he kisses the top of her head. “daddy gets knots like this too, but we have to brush them out”. he finishes brushing her hair and pulls out 2 ponytails. “okay sweetie, do you want to do 2 piggies or 1″ sam asks as he holds the ponytails out, one in each hand. “braids” aurora says confidently with a huge grin. “oh so we’re switching it up this year, huh?” he says quizzically with a chuckle.

sam begins to part her hair down the middle and states “aurora, i want you to repeat after me... i am strong”. aurora just stares at him through the mirror. “come on, i wanna hear you say it” he speaks softly, tickling her side with one hand, earning a giggle. “i am strong” she says timidly. “sweetie, i wanna hear you say it like you mean it... I AM STRONG!” he yells. you hear his yell from the kitchen and begin to wander to the bathroom to stand close by, but not go in. you didn’t want to interrupt this special moment. “I AM STRONG” aurora yells back. while sam starts braiding her hair, he shouts again “I AM BEAUTIFUL”. “I AM BEAUTIFUL” aurora shouts. “that’s it... I AM SMART” “I AM SMART” she shouts with even more confidence. you slowly open the door with a knock, “what are you two doing” you ask as you lean against the doorframe. “good morning mama, i’m just instilling how strong and smart and beautiful our daughter is” he replies, finsishing up her braids. “because she is” he turns to aurora and pinches her cheeks from behind her. sam pulls you by the wrist into a side hug as you all look in the mirror. this is your perfect little family. your eyes widen when you remember, “oh shit the pancakes!” you yell and run into the kitchen. as sam pulls aurora off of the counter she giggles “oh shit”. sam gasps and throws his head back with a laugh “honey, that’s an affirmation we don’t say at home or at school, but we don’t have to tell mama what just happened” he whispers with a wink and a finger to his lips. “don’t tell mama” she reciprocates the exact movements sam just did. hair and positive affirmations quickly became a morning routine between your 2 favorite people.

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