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ageoffeet · 3 years

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A Case of You - Sam Kiszka smut

a/n: you guys.. this is absolutely deplorable. this is my first time ever writing smut and I can't believe this came out of me. I literally had to keep taking water breaks in between writing this

synopsis: Sam is your drug dealer and you go to pick up some....weed 😳.

word count: little over 2k (I'm a long winded bitch)

warnings: absolute filth, seriously minors dni, mentions of drugs, and sex, sex, sex

taglist: @way-to-go-lad @flowervanfleet @tripthelight-fanfic

"I'm so sorry, y/n. It was a huge mistake, I don't even know what I was thinking.." You drown out the words hitting you in the worst way. Two years. Two years of believing that this was it, that this is who you're going to marry and settle down with eventually.

"I just need my stuff back." You pause for a second, making sure he heard you over his blabbering and then turn to walk away. You ignore all the pleas being thrown at you and get back in your car, ready to drive away and forget that this even happened.

For once, you turn off the radio in your car. The same car you first kissed him in. No, you can't think of things like that or you'll never heal. You can't even bring yourself to cry. Did you see this coming? Did some messed up part of you know that this had happened long before he got the guts to tell you about it?

The strum of a guitar and a few bangs on a snare coming from your phone pulls you out of your heavy thoughts. Your brother's ringtone. You laugh a little at the memory of why you have that ringtone for him. You slide your finger across the screen to answer.

"Hey...um so I heard what happened," you let out a shaky breath in response and wait in silence for him to say something else. Word travels fast when you live in a small town.

"Do you wanna smoke or something?" A light laugh escapes from your lips at your brother's idea of coping.

"Yeah, I think that would make me feel better."

"Okay well um, I'm all out but I'll send you money if you wanna go pick some up?" His caring only went so far. You really don't want to see your brother's dealer right now. The few times you went over with him to buy something, you couldn't keep your eyes off of the man. Sam. Between his inability to fully button up any shirt and his long brown hair that he ran his fingers through whenever he saw you, you had to force yourself to stay away from him.

"Really don't wanna see Sam right now," you mumble into your phone.

"Aw come on, Sammy is cool. Plus, he always gives a little extra and grinds it up for me when you come with. He'll probably give it to you for free if it's just you buying." You roll your eyes. So that's why he wants you to go.

"Ok fine. How much should I get?" You aren't the marijuana expert, you leave that to your brother. You usually just steal from him anyway.

"Uhhh get an eighth. See you in a bit." You let him hang up without a fuss and shake your head.

You find Sam's contact in your phone and type out the only message you've ever sent him.

- hey can I come by and pick up some stuff?

You loose a breath and wait for a response. You don't wanna show up unannounced.

Your phone dings and you ignore the rapid beating of your heart as you read his reply.

-yeah of course I'll get some ready for you :)

You can't help but feel the warmth wash over you from his words. You yank down your visor and stare at your reflection in the compact mirror.

You had done your makeup for a date with...well that wasn't important anymore. The winged eyeliner and blush high on your cheeks still sat perfectly despite all the pain you felt inside. You had worn jean shorts and his favorite shirt of yours, a black tank top that showed off your cleavage. You find yourself wondering what she was wearing that night to make your boyfriend want her so bad.

You tousle up your hair in an attempt to stop thinking such things and drove your way to Sam's apartment.

After shifting your weight to either foot, not knowing how to stand to do something as simple as buying weed, you force yourself to rap your knuckles on the white door.

The door swung open to reveal Sam in his usual attire, a half buttoned-up shirt that had a pattern of maroon and black diamonds, layers of necklaces filling up the empty space on his exposed chest, skinny jeans, and no shoes.

"Hey," he steps out of the door frame and nods his head to tell you to come inside. In the corner of the living room he has his vinyl collection and a record playing quietly. You walk closer to see who was playing and smile when you saw the cover for Blue by Joni Mitchell.

"Great taste," you comment, not looking up to see where he is.

"Thanks. It's one of my favorites."

You slyly turn up the volume and turn your back to the record player to take in the rest of the room. He must have some incense lit somewhere because it smells like lavender every time you breathe in. Not that you're complaining.

"So I just went ahead and rolled some blunts for you cause I know you suck at it," Sam sucks in a laugh as he hands you a baggy with three perfectly rolled joints.

"Thanks," you roll your eyes playfully and stare at the baggy to avoid his fervid stare. "What do I owe you?" You fumble in your pants pocket for your loose cash when you feel his warm hand land on your arm.

"Don't worry about it. It's just some extra I had lying around anyway."

You feel heat rising to your cheeks when he doesn't remove his hand from your arm.

"Isn't that bad for business?" His eyes meet yours again and he slowly moves his hand back to his side.

"Why don't you stay and smoke one with me and I'll take that as payment," his eyes glance to your lips then settle back on your eyes. He's never been so bold before but you just chalk it up to the cannabis in his system.

"Sam..are you flirting with me?" You question, only half joking. He lets out a breath intended for a laugh and his eyes drift back down to your lips.

"Have been since the first time you came over but thanks for noticing." You can't take the tension anymore. He moves closer inch by inch, giving you time to say no and walk away but that isn't in your plans. Annoyed at his slow speed, you reach your hand up to his brown locks and tug just at the nape of his neck. He suppresses a moan at the contact and you feel yourself bring your legs closer together to alleviate some of the tension he's causing between them.

He swiftly connects his lips to yours and hums in your mouth, bringing his slender hands to rest on your hips.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Your mind races at the question but you have no doubts in your mind. You quickly nod your head at him, earning a low laugh.

"I'm going to need you to use your words, princess," this shouldn't be happening. This couldn't be happening.

"Yes, Sam. I want you to fuck me," pleased by your answer he attaches his lips to your neck and starts nipping and sucking at the skin. "Please." You whimper, causing him to rut his hips against you.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to have you underneath me, fucking you into a writhing mess." You mewl at his words and grip onto him tighter, needing him to take you already.

He leads you into his room, which you haven't gotten the opportunity to see before but before you get a chance to look at the posters on the wall, he crashes his lips into yours again. He gently pushes you onto the bed and wastes no time in climbing on top of you, his knee between your legs. You never thought of yourself as desperate, but when he unclasps your bra and attaches his mouth to your nipple, you press your heat against his knee like your life depends on it.

Without moving away from your breasts, he slides his hand down your body tantalizingly slow and pops open the button to your shorts. You eagerly lift your hips to help him pull them down your body and throw them on the floor. His finger delicately drags up your clothed core, no doubt feeling how wet you already are.

Without missing a beat, he moves from your nipple and starts leaving open mouth kisses on your stomach, setting your skin on fire. Your breath hitches in your throat at the titillating view of his face in front of your heat with his eyes boring into yours. He steadily hooks his fingers into your panties and starts pulling them down, giving you plenty of time to push him away.

"Don't stop," you gasp. That's all the confirmation he needs. He quickly yanks them the rest of the way off and places a kiss on the inside of each thigh before delving his face into your core. Your fingers shoot out to grip onto his hair at the sudden contact and you can feel him groan into you. You were seeing stars. It was downright filthy the way he lapped and sucked at your clit.

You could feel that pressure building in your stomach and you gripped onto his mane even tighter.

"Sammy, I'm gonna-"

Before you can even finish your words, he buries two fingers into you and curves them upwards, hitting the perfect spot. Your orgasm washes over you, his tongue still on you the whole time. As you come down from your high, you start to notice your surroundings. Holy shit. You just let your brother's plug eat you out. Even worse, you enjoyed it. You want to bask in this moment and take it as far as you can before the regret starts settling in.

You use your fingers still entangled in his hair to lead his face back up to yours. He wipes your juices off of his face with the back of his hand and starts kissing your cheek.

You can't wait anymore. You reach down between your bodies and feel his cock straining against his jeans. You quickly make work of unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down his legs along with his boxers. He kicks them the rest of the way off of his legs and rolls off of you to grab something out of his bedside table.

"I'm on the pill," you blurt out. You probably should let him put on a condom but you wanted to feel him with nothing in the way.

"You sure?" He searches your face for any sign of doubt and when seeing you nod your head, he grabs your hips and places you on top of him.

"Are you sure?" You question before you lower yourself onto him.

"Baby, I've never been so sure of anything." That must've been the right answer because it urges you to set yourself down, letting him stretch you in the best way. After a moment to adjust to his size, he digs his fingers into your hips and whispers, "move."

You bounce yourself up and down, savoring the feeling of him hitting all the right spots and his fingers no doubt leaving bruises on your hips. He looks up at you through hooded eyes and bites his lip at the sight of you. Before long at all, you could feel your second orgasm building up. He must've been able to tell because he lifted you up slightly and started thrusting up into you at a speed that had you seeing double.

"Cum for me." He grunts out and he doesn't have a chance to say it again before you're tightening around him and letting a chorus of curses and his name fall from your lips. You feel his hips falter a moment later and he releases into you, the sight of his orgasm face enough to make you cum all by itself.

After you both have a moment to catch your breaths and calm down, you pull yourself off of him, letting out a small whine at the loss of contact. Your back hits the mattress beside him and he promptly gets up and walks into the bathroom. You hear water running then he's walking back into the room with a wet washcloth. You thank him and clean yourself up as he lies back down next to you and nuzzles his face into your hair.

"Just to clarify, I still want to take you on a date or something."

You laugh out loud, the bizarreness of the situation finally setting in and turn to meet his stare.

"Just to clarify, I would love that."

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gustingirl · 2 years

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Hi bestie can i request a sam drabble with prompt number 9? Thank youuuuu x

hi bestie :) of course you can!

warnings: blood, mentions of stabbing, mentions of first aid kit and healing

requests comes from this prompt list

(prompt 9: “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”)

“I’m sorry, but the only room I got left has one bed”

What?

“No, this gotta be a joke” you said in your rudest tone possible

“Am I laughing? I’m sorry, but it’s true” the hotel manager spoke, a sympathetic smile on face

“Sir, this isn’t a fanfiction story. How on earth do you have only one room left with one fucking bed? Do you wannA GO FUCKING BANKRU-” you started going off, your hands flying in the air as you spitted your words, until Sam interrupted you

“We’ll take it” his voice was the complete opposite to yours; calm, sincere and even sweet.

You glanced at him, trying to shoot bullets at him with your eyes. To your surprise, Sam was not even looking at you. And what was worse was that he was expressionless. I mean, some expressions could be found there, but nothing you could read. It was like he was mad, and upset, but serene too. You gulped, his serious look never having been one of your favorite ones. You remained silent as the hotel manager nodded while handing Sam his last available key.

Without saying a word, Sam walked off and towards the elevators, never once checking if you were following behind. You were obviously, with a hand stuck to your stomach. The pain was starting to be unbearable but you couldn’t dare to say a word. Sam had been this quiet since you two had met that night, only speaking to yell at you. But you weren’t someone who allowed others to step on, even if you were in the wrong. And now you had fucked up big time and yet, you weren’t going to let Sam bother you.

“Enter” he spoke suddenly as you two had made it to the 239, your small room

“You can treat me nicely, you know?” you muttered as you obeyed, wincing from time to time due to the growing pain

“Shut up” he only replied as he closed the door behind his back, not before putting the small ‘Do not bother’ sign outside

You went directly to the only small bed you were obviously going to share, as this poor hotel didn’t even have a couch inside the room. You swallowed as you watched Sam walk around the room, lurking for the first aids kit.

“I’m fine” you said, your eyes still stuck on his moving body

“You’re bleeding, Y/N, and I’m angry”

You looked down to your stomach, noticing the blood coming off your body. It wasn’t much, but the open wound was definitely not something you were enjoying.

“You’re mad I’m bleeding?” you knew the answer to that question but you still dared to ask, only making Sam’s anger grow rapidly

“No, idiot, I’m mad at you!” now he was yelling, though it was evident he was more concerned

“I’m sorry” you whispered with your head down

“Of course you are! You can’t get into fights like that! I told you one day someone was gonna be armed”

You gulped at the memory of that night. Just hours earlier, you were enjoying a nice night out with friends when an old man dared to grab your best friend’s ass. You were going to keep your calm, but the man brought his friends and, when these bastards started catcalling and groping more, you realized you had had enough. You were the only friend brave enough to face them. It was your role in the group of friends, basically. You were the only one who wanted to fight and was never afraid of the consequences. Your best friend was, and Sam was getting tired of having to come to your rescue because you couldn’t control yourself. You thought you were being a burden and that was exactly why Sam was upset every single time you made a call.

The reality was, however, that Sam’s heart would stop beating every time your name would pop up on his phone, afraid that one day it wouldn’t be you the one calling but a friend of yours, to let him know you were badly injured. He was sure one day this wouldn’t end well, and tonight was that moment he had been scared of facing. One sneaky young man had brought a knife and, without thinking it much, he sank the weapon into your stomach before running away. You were left alone, bleeding on the street and, with shaky hands, you could only dare to call Sam, aware of how he would react.

On the other side of the phone, Sam’s heart was not being able to deal with the pain. The mere idea of his best friend, the one he had always been in love with since they were children, bleeding on the streets because some asshole hurt her was just breaking his heart. He wished he could be more around, but he also had a life he couldn’t exactly stop from having. For years Sam had been thinking about taking you with him, with some excuse that you could work for his band or something. He just wanted to keep you close, not only to take care of you but to also be able to see your face every day. He was completely, utterly in love, and now he got to share a bed with you one more time, as the last time this happened you two were twelve years old, suffering the decision your parents had made of going on vacations together.

“How the fuck does this hotel not have a first aids kit?” he began complaining again, as you came back from your memories to the real world

“They don’t even have a mini fridge” you commented too, lower so he wouldn’t get mad at lame comments

“I know, but I’m needing something to close your wound now, not a fucking beer” he was speaking between teeth, glaring at you from time to time, though not being able to be completely mad at you

“Speak for yourself” you could say quickly before growling in pain, feeling the wound opening every time more “And since when do you know how to close wounds?”

“Had to learn it in case this happens” you heard his answer from inside the bathroom and before you could respond, he added “Oh! Here it is!”

As you waited for Sam to return to the bed, you took off your shirt. The cloth was getting stuck to the wound because of the blood and you were sure it was just adding more to the constant pain you were feeling.

However, you weren’t expecting the reaction you got from the man that has known you for centuries.

“Oh shit!” as soon as Sam saw you, he turned around and covered his eyes, his face blushing red

“You joking me? Sam, you have seen me before” you giggled, unaware of how big of a deal it was for him

“N-no I haven’t!” his voice could only come in stutters as he was trying to gain back his composure

“Oh right, Jake did” you laughed at the memory “Poor guy, I flashed him good that day”

Now Sam turned around instantly.

“You flashed Jake!?” his anger was mostly funny, so you could only laugh

“It was an accident!” you tried speaking in between giggles

“Yeah, Y/N, I know what flashing means!” he let out a breath as he tried removing the image of his own brother seeing you naked

“If it helps, I saw his dick too” you knew it was not any help but you were loving Sam’s reactions and, as expected, this last comment made his eyes open widely

“...yoU WHAT?”

“Well, basically I went to your house since, you know, I have a key” you started, explaining the situation as Sam grew more hysterical “And I needed to take a shower and so I did. And apparently Jake arrived as I was stepping outside the shower and like we never heard each other come in. I walked outside the bathroom naked and he came in naked too so well….” you finished the sentence while moving your hands, hoping Sam would understand where you were going with this tale

“Oh my god!” The look of disgust on his face was even funnier than the previous reactions, which only made you laugh more.

Bad idea, however, as you quickly changed your laughter for moaning (from pain, weirdo). You looked down at your abdomen, watching the blood coming off the open cut, a wound that got only bigger with time.

“Right, I forgot you got stabbed” Sam commented, his mood having been changed with the last interaction

Sam was unsure of how to face this situation, actually. Yes, he had been training for any life-risking situation so he could save you like he always did. However, in all his training it was not mentioned that the patient could be naked. And he truly wouldn’t have minded with anybody else. But it was you we were talking about; Sam was not himself when you were around.

Don’t get me wrong, he was actually his most real self with you, and that’s exactly what he loved so much about you. You could always bring out the best of Sam, always knowing exactly what to say in the exact best moment. There was no chance you could not bring a smile on his face with sometimes the lamest joke to ever exist. But nothing mattered, as you could only see Sam as a best friend, while he was dying to be more than that.

In order to prevent any accidents, Sam lied his eyes on the wound, as he concentrated fully on closing the wound.

“It’s gonna hurt” he announced, not daring to look up

“I should drink something” you looked around, and noticed the missing furniture as Sam spoke

“There’s no mini bar, Y/N” he was cleaning the outside of the wound softly, to not let more blood coming from it

“Fuck, I’ll have to use something else” you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, letting your hand grab his hair “Do it, I’m ready”

Sam remained still as he processed what you were doing. You had grabbed his hair millions of times before, but he had never felt so turned on about it until now. If it wasn’t for the strong smell of blood coming from your wound, Sam would have had his mind invaded with the most obscene images of you riding him. But now was not the moment; now he needed to heal you.

The first stitch made you scream like crazy, moving Sam’s head around, though he tried to stay as still as possible. He didn’t dare to continue, and for the first time, he looked up.

Though you looked like you were in the worst pain possible, Sam still found you breathtaking. He had always been obsessed with your looks, though he believed your personality was three times better. However, it was you as a whole that had him thinking about marriage, kids and eternal love every night. Sam hated to believe it, but he really believed, at that exact moment, that he was in more pain than you. A stab wound can always be closed and healed, but how do you mend a heart that’s beating for someone who doesn’t feel the same way?

“Go on!” you screamed in between teeth

“But you’re in pai-”

“GO.ON!” you wanted to scream louder but didn’t find the strength.

Anyways, Sam obeyed and kept going, trying to do as fast as possible to end this sooner. By the time he made the last stitch, you were crying your eyes out, with Sam’s hair entangled on your fingers. He was in physical pain too, as his head was hurting from the amount of times you pulled his hair. But he didn’t mind; he kept it all inside his head for you.

And like a movie, it felt like you and Sam had swiped moods. The night started with you feeling bad about pissing him off, while Sam was upset and mad at you. Now, you were cranky like an old man whose grass had been stepped on by annoying little kids, while Sam was standing far away, hesitating about what to do next.

He believed it was best to let you decide, and so you two remained silent while you lied on the bed, letting pain wash you over. Sam was struggling to keep his hands steady, as he couldn’t handle this impasse. It took you like half an hour to feel any better and so, once you could sit up again, you checked the clock.

“God, it’s really late” you commented, cleaning some sweat off your forehead

Sam hadn’t even noticed time was moving and he noticed it when you pointed at the clock on the wall. It marked around 1am, and it was then when he realized how tired he was.

“Maybe we should sleep. Tomorrow we’ll go back home” he suggested, standing up with his hands playing with each other nervously

“Sure” without looking at him, you stood up and slowly moved to the bathroom.

In the meantime, Sam opened the bed and got changed, staying in only boxers and a shirt. As he noticed you were taking a long, Sam sighed and decided to get in bed, trying to catch some sleep. You abandoned the bathroom after twenty minutes, as going to the bathroom with an open abdomen was not easy. You were still grumpy as you got inside the bed, one that was a bit too small for the two of you. By the time you had laid your head on the pillow, Sam was falling asleep, your backs facing each other and your asses bumping into each other with every move made.

“Move!” you muttered, closing your eyes to try to sleep

“I don’t have space! You move” he replied, his eyes still closed

You tried moving a bit, subconsciously pushing him off the bed. When he noticed, he moved his ass backwards, turning tables and having you almost falling off bed. As you were still irritable from before, you couldn’t control yourself, as you were seeking for some comfort after an awful night.

“God, Sam, stop moving! Get off here!” you kept on complaining as you moved your body in a way that wouldn’t hurt much

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

You knew he was right, but you still needed your space. You moved around more, pissing him off with each ass bump. At last, he truly got tired and pushed you harder, hitting, accidentally obviously, near your wound.

“Fuck!” you cried in pain, holding the wound as you let pain once more go through your brain.

When Sam noticed his mistake, he quickly sat up, turning the light on again.

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t notice” he continued apologizing, though not touching you as he was too afraid of pissing you off more

“It’s fine” you sighed before sitting up too “This is not gonna work”

“We sleep differently” he commented, looking around and noticing how truly small the bed was

“Wattpad warned me about this” you muttered under your breath

“What?”

“What?” you quickly looked up, and continued talking before Sam could catch on the comment you had made “How are we gonna sleep?”

“I can sleep on the floor” Sam answered, glancing at his side

“I’m not gonna let you do that, idiot” you sighed and removed some hair off your face

“Then what?”

There was a small pause before you answered.

“I’ll sleep on your chest”

Oh no.

Oh no. No, no. This was not a good idea. Sam hated that idea. Sam despised that idea. Sam wanted to burn down that idea.

“Sure” he replied back

Sure? Sam really said sure? Was he even thinking before speaking? He couldn’t just let you sleep on his chest. Not when that had been one of his fantasies. If his crush on you was huge before, now it had grown bigger than a whole continent.

You let him process much as you pushed him back into the bed, quickly finding the best position in his arms. You laid your head on his chest and sighed, liking more the comfort this idea was giving you.

“Much better” you spoke softly

“Yeah”

Sam did not agree. Not one bit. His eyes were stuck on the ceiling while his hands hesitated where to lie. But when you put your leg over his and began tracing circles on his chest, Sam truly started going insane.

“You good? You’re so tense right now” you pointed out

“N-no, I’m fine”

Sam swallowed hard, letting his hand rest on your back as the other stroked your hair. As you reacted positively to his touch, Sam managed to relax.

There was a beautiful silence that took over the room. It was evident neither of you could sleep, but it was fine. He was enjoying this moment, allowing his head to think things through a bit more. On the other hand, you were letting your body calm down for the first time since you had left your home that night.

“I wanna protect you” Sam suddenly spoke, making you look up to him, and breaking the soothing silence that had been escorting you two.

“I’m not a damsel in mistress, asshole” you were being a bit defensive, but Sam was used to your comments by now

“I know” he sighed before continuing “I know you don’t need actual protection, you’re the last person I would say is weak enough to need protection. But I wanna protect you the way you care for everybody else. You’re always alert about me, your friends, even strangers. But you don’t care about yourself, you don’t protect yourself. I wanna be the one to do that”

“You already do that” you muttered, though with a wide smile

“It’s not enough or else I wouldn’t have to be closing your wounds” you could feel his frustration, and so you decided to fix what you had broken

“Sammy, I don’t want anyone but you to protect me. I always call you, not because I know you will come, but because you’re always the first person I want to see, whenever I have bad news or good news. You’re the only one I want”

You closed the deal with a kiss on his chin that, to you, it meant just a kiss. But to Sam? It was the cause of his heart beating fast, his stomach twisting around and his feelings, surprisingly, growing more for you. Yeah, he was definitely in love.

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dollwritesarchive · 3 years

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hi lovie!! i have no idea if this is off limits (and please please please tell me if it is, i don’t wanna make you uncomfy) but can i request something with that sammy and feet stuff? like teasing him w your feet and him taking care of you?

FEET?? OFF LIMITS?? OH BABY BABY BABY NOT AT ALL. You’re looking at someone with possibly one of the biggest foot fetishes out there fjjfndnd I’ll do my best for you, cutie!!

disclaimer: gif came from my camera roll, most likely found it on Pinterest where I find the majority of gvf pics. I didn’t make it.

the smell is what first coaxes you out of the deepest sleep you’ve had in a long time. the warm, inviting scent of fresh brewed coffee; you recognize it as his go-to Starbucks order even half asleep. your eyelids are reluctant to part, your muscles stiffer than normal in the mornings. you soon realize why.

your legs are crumpled up against you, knees brought as close to your chest as your flexibility allows; both arms pinned to the couch cushion beneath you. you pull one free to rub the sleep from your eyes. “Did we sleep on the couch last night?” you weren’t even entirely sure if Sam was in the room, so you call out in hopes that, wherever in the house he is, he can hear you.

he does, and as your eyes begin to focus- the blur fading into normalcy, you watch him careen around the back of the couch, cup in hand. he chuckles, and nods. “Yeah, you don’t remember?” a sight almost as if you were still dreaming, Sammy is clad in little more than Christmas-themed pajama pants (as obnoxious as it was, you boast the matching pair) and a white v-neck, hazelnut tendrils still disheveled from his own sleep with the majority of it thrown to the right side of his crown. his new cut allowed the very ends to hang in his eyes before it was styled, and it was by far your favorite look. a simple shake of his head, however, disturbs the Disney prince do. “Well, you did have a shit ton of eggnog.”

you’ve since stretched your legs, placing your bare feet upon your boyfriend’s lap in order to ease a bit of the soreness, and a smile had been gracing your countenance, until the beverage is mentioned. your stomach flops and you remember the night before, slugging glass after glass that was brought to you. “Jesus,” you mumble, more to yourself than to him. there’s a certain fondness in your voice that’s unmistakable as your toes wiggle, “Jake is no longer allowed to mix my drinks. Clearly I can’t keep up with him. The fuckin’ alcy.”

another sip of his coffee, Sam smacks his lips that curl into a playful and taunting smirk moments later with a flippant shrug. “Mhm, I tried to tell you that, didn’t I?”

blinking, a scoff erupts from your parted lips. was he seriously playing the I told you so card right now? pointing your toes on your right foot, you use them to jab at his chest. “Hey, you’re in trouble, too, jackass. Your poor girlfriend passed out drunk and you left her on the couch?!” your brows knit together, although the angry facade is melted by your smile’s warmth as your toes then rub against the expanse of his chest in slow, steady circles. “And then, to top it all off, you go get coffee and don’t even bother bringing her back anything?”

the sensual massage against his pectorals is enough to catch his attention, and one brown brow quirks, oceans of deep tawny washing over you as he sets the cup on the coffee table. “Oh yeah? Is my pretty girl mad at me because I didn’t give her a coffee? You gonna punish me, huh?” it was almost challenging, and most certainly enough to kick you into gear.

“I think I just might,” purring, you tilt your head to lean back against the cushion, getting comfortable. your eyelashes fan your cheeks, a sultry grin pulling your couplet upwards. the arch in your foot mimics the one in your back, and your sore glides seamlessly down his torso. the flimsy fabric of his v-neck is no challenge at all, and his pajama pants are but a thicker, softer barrier. you don’t mind, you aren’t seeking to feel his bare manhood against you (at least, not in this moment), you wanted to see him squirm a bit. you were content to remind him that you could bring him to his knees. the ball of your foot presses into his groin, and you can tell by the way his chest fails to rise and fall that he’s stopped breathing. you dig in, a firm and suggesting massage of the prize between his legs until it begins to harden through the fabric, twitching to life. Sam grunts, teeth sinking into the bottom portion of his tiers and his brows furrow, staring intently upon your foot working against his cock. “What’s the matter, baby boy?” you coo, mocking innocence, though each swivel of your bare extremity is a new sensation, a new level of torture.

“You’re killing me, that’s what’s the matter,” he whispers, his hand fleeing to the bow knotted at his waistband to pull it free. his erection is freed only moments after, and lays heavy and stiff against his abdomen. “God, I fucking need this.”

your cheeks heat up, your stomach is instantly tangled in knots. these are familiar sensations, as you experience them every time you’re faced with Sammy, nude. still, your foot remains poised, toes teasing the swelling, pink head by tickling along the underside until you have him squirming at your very touch. it’s a powerful feeling, being able to incapacitate him so easily. his eyelids flutter, breath quickening as his head drops back. you allow the arch of your foot to massage his length, almost nonchalant, sliding up and down against his flesh. “Hm?” you taunt, a wicked giggle bubbling up from your throat. “Your punishment?” with that, you pull your foot back, batting your lashing in his direction.

the growl that Sam emits is one of pure, salacious hunger and deprivation the very moment the affection dissipates, and his hips buck forward, demanding treatment. “What the-? Fuck, don’t do this to me, baby...” the break in his voice is almost enough to make you want to give in and allow him the sweet release right there, on your toes. almost. “Use those cute, little feet and jack me off, please?”

“No,” you reply almost before he could finish his plea, though it’s light hearted and mischievous. your palms press down against the couch cushion to propel you into a sitting position, your feet flinging over to hit the hard wood of the floor so that you can stand up. “I don’t think you deserve it.”

“You little-“ eyebrow arching (more out of bemusement than offense to whatever expletive your boyfriend was preparing to call you), you glance over your shoulder at him. his cheeks were pink, lips dark and wet from the consistent abuse his teeth provided, and his tool lay twitching and needy against his stomach. he pauses, thinks better of it, and shoots you a saccharine-sweet smile. “I can earn it, baby, you know I can.”

a flippant shrug later, you shuffle over to the corner of the den. the evergreen is still illuminated, even though sunlight spills from the window to your left. reaching down to retrieve the cord, you’re talking more to yourself than he. “I know you can, but maybe I don’t want you to.”

“Oh?” you freeze; he sounds much closer now. your teeth once again finding your lip, you use the pad of your thumb to switch the lights off. “You don’t want me to?” his hands are the first you feel, coasting along the flare of your hips before coming together at your middle; they sink beneath the waistband of your pjs and the panties beneath. then, his body presses against yours from behind, erection prodding against you. “Because it definitely feels like you want me to make you cum right fucking now.” Sam presses his lips to your earlobe as he speaks, sending a shiver down your spine. simultaneously, his fingers spread your nether lips, rubbing the slickness, sensitive treasure as he does so. a whimper of his name parts your lips, one palm extending to steady yourself against the window.

he definitely wasn’t willing to wait to hear you say what your body was already telling him; with his mouth latching on to your neck, his digits find your sensitive nub, rolling it around between them, the callouses rubbing you raw. your thighs, desperate to close, clamp together, but they only lock his hand between the hips that are soon rutting against him, practically riding his fingers. another, lusty moan slips from your lips, but only after your head drops back, resting against his clavicle, your free hand fleeing behind you to seek the nape of his neck. your fingers delve within his tresses, before gripping as tightly as you could, no longer trusting your ability to stand on your own. “Mm, that’s good, Sammy... I’m so close-“

“Yeah?”

that damn, breathy whisper. it’s Sam’s personal mantra; he would repeat it over and over countless times before when he’s pulled you to the brink, finding his own pleasure in pulling you down into the abyss, and this time was no different. what a pleaser, Sam was getting off simply to the idea of getting you off, that much was vividly apparent by the way he moans the word repetitively in your ear, his hand working with reckless abandon just beneath your panties.

the muscles in your legs lock up, the telltale quiver that starts in your calves and work it’s way up already setting in. brows knit together, you try to control your breathing, your hips’ needy rocking on him, anything that could blow you off the course of your orgasm just around the corner. nodding fervently, your nails bite at the roots of his mane. “Fuck, yes! Sammy, baby, holy shit, I’m gonna cum!”

his fingers encase your swollen clit, holding it in place so that his thumb can press your button. “Give it to me, then.” that did the trick. coming done, your body quakes against him, holding on for as long as you can, before your sensitivity overwhelms you, and your hand falls from his hair to push against his chest. a measly attempt to shy away from sensory overload, and push him away as your orgasm hits. one hand finds yours, plucking it from his chest, and instead, he brings it to his lips, kissing each knuckle with a breathless chuckle. “Ride it out, baby. Cum hard for me.” convulsions have set in by the time he asks such a thing of you, knees jutting upwards as if to kick his hand away, but to no avail. his name is the only word your lips will form, and they do so repeatedly. sucked into an undertow of pure ecstasy, you undulate helplessly, eyes rolling back as your eyelids flutter. finally, your knees buckle, and Sam drops with you, slowly, to ensure you don’t hurt yourself.

his knees hit the floor first, pulling you back against his lap, though he struggles just a bit with keeping you under control (aftershocks are a helluva thing). you’re almost surprised that, as close as the two of you are to it, that you didn’t knock any ornaments from the tree. sucking in breath after ragged breath, your fingers trace his cheekbone blindly, and he finally allows his hand to abandon your all-too sensitive sex, leaving it an overworked, throbbing heat. “Sammy...”

“Mm?” his lips find your cheek, peppering sugary kisses over the surface.

“I think...” another deep breath; your lungs feel like they’re on fire. however, there’s an almost goofy smile dancing on your lips, dazed and -to Sam, utterly adorable. “I think you deserve it now.”

#I didn’t proofread this at all dkdkkd sorry for mistakes!!#sam kiszka #Sam kiszka smut #greta van fic #greta van smut #greta van fleet #GVF drabbles #GVF fics #kiszka #Sam kiszka x reader #Sam kiszka x you

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imacrowcawcaw · 4 years

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I wish you would write a fic where Sammy is a prince and Danny is a knight who's in charge of looking after him and they fall in love because #epic boyfriends you know ❤

OMGGGG THAT'S SO CUTE

"Sir Wagner, would you please escort me to my chambers? I have some paperwork I need to attend to, please, excuse me," Prince Samuel said, addressing the second half of his sudden exclamation towards the dinner guests his father had invited that evening.

He recieved smiles and nods all around, wrangling from polite acceptance to barely contained amusement. It was a little unusual for a young man such as the Prince to request constant company like he did -- most youths preferred to style themselves as independent and beyond the need for a knight's protection, instead regalung everyone within earshot with the fabricated tales of their prowess in battle. Then again, there had been an increase in unsavory types seen prowling around the castle gates; perhaps the Prince simply wanted to be sure he wouldn't become a ransom for his kingdom.

The Knight, Sir Wagner, who's back had been resting against a stone pillar while he chatted with fellow warriors, immediately straightened and bid his friends farewell. With a borderline intimate smile, the two strolled leisurely down the road of tables and out the double doors of the castle's main hall, the knight always two steps behind his prince.

Once beyond the social expectations of his father's friends and allies, the pair matched their paces. No one else was roaming the halls at this hour; instead, every servant busied themselves with food and cleanliness in the main hall, while every other knight and guard either enjoyed the festivities or stood watch on the castle walls.

No one was there to see their hands link, their steps quicken as they neared the Prince's chambers, or the excitement in their eyes flicker as they passed torch after torch. The only one to see them was the old medicinal man Albus, who pretended that his nearsightedness blocked the image if the two secret lovers from his mind. He chuckled at how sneaky they thought they were in the throes of young love and continued on his nightly stroll, now lost in memories of Gloria and her auburn hair that had flowed like fire in the sunlight as she laughed with him.

The heavy oak door creaked open and then closed; their heavy tunics and breaches were shed, first the Prince's fine silken embroidery then the knight's sturdier but just as quality suede; touches lingered and names - improper, first names - were sighed.

The Knight and The Prince. The treasure and it's protector. The lover and the beloved -- together at last, in the safety of candlelight and thick stone walls and the absence of judgemental eyes.

I hope you like it!!! That was honestly really fun, I vibe with this AU 💜💜💜

Sanny tag list: @satans-helper @okietrish @lazingonsunday @bigthighsandstupidguys @karrotkate @oblvions @lantern-inthenight @mountainofthesunn @ryetheruler @therealswanqueen @chaotic-leo @ageofphilosophy I think this is everyone?!

#gvf #sammy baby #herr wagner #au #alternate universe #drabble #gvf drabble #gvf fic #greta van fleet #greta van fic #sanny #sam x danny #sam kiszka x danny wagner #my writing #lulucrowproductions

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theladylovingcrow · 5 years

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GVF Halloween Drabbles

Author (As known on Various sites): Lady Lover- Rockfic, Luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Deviantart and Wattpad, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @theladylovingcrow - writing/art Tumblr, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping Tumblr

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairings: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner (Sanny), Josh Kiszka/Jake Kiszka, Gen

Length: 700 words

Warnings/Tags: Halloween, schmoop, fluff, candy, attempted humor, Sanny, flirting, drabbles, twincest, sibling incest (nothing explicit)

Summary: 6 Fluffy/funny/flirty Halloween themed GVF drabbles I wrote instead of going to bed early like I need to. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Author's Notes: Basic title because I'm too tired to do any more creativity. Generally inspired by Luna65's "Josh's Fright Night Festival (that wasn't)" on AO3 and @gretavandumbass 's artwork on Insta for inktober2018. # 6 is 200 words because I couldn't make it fit. #4 is twincest if you wanna skip it

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"Time to get SPOOKY!" Sam yelled, a small pumpkin in one hand and a red, light up skull in the other.

Jake grabbed a silvery witch hat from a nearby rack and plopped it onto his head.

Danny looked at his bestie thoughtfully, adding a magician's cape and skeletal sunglasses to the ensemble.

"There!"

"Hold that pose, darling," Josh said, and stepped back to get a good camera angle.

At the last, second, Sam awkwardly shuffled over to a cauldron on the floor and propped his foot on it like a Midwestern explorer.

*Snap*

"That's totes going on the 'gram!"

"Back street's back, alright!" Sam sang along, dancing to the Halloween playlist he had going while he decorated the house. Bats were strung in low hanging swaths across the walls and doorways, Jack-o-lanterns grinned from the porch, and purple lights and silvery tinsel were wrapped around every railing and pillar.

He finished spreading metallic confetti over the black lace cloth on the table, artfully arranging a few blood red candles and dishes of candy on top. The authentic fringed suede vest and spurs on his thrift store boots completed his cowboy costume perfectly.

"Sammy, what the fuck it's fucking MAY!"

"Trick or Treat!"

"Daniel, get the fuck back inside and stop trying to eat all the candy."

Danny pouted.

"I was just trying to see if you'd actually answer the door! I haven't heard you talk to trick or treaters all night and I was starting to think you were saving all the candy for yourself."

Jake snorted. "Please! I just have some subtlety so I can *frighten* them like I'm *supposed* to. Now fucking get in here and watch the damn movie."

"But it's scary!"

"Oh for the love of- go cuddle with your boyfriend, then, you big baby."

!!!! Contains twincest skip if you don't like!!!!!

But *goddamn* did Josh look amazing in that costume.

And hilarious. But mostly hot.

His abs were perfectly on display in that little crop top, as was his spectacular ass in those booty shorts. Whatever gloss was on his lips just made them SO kissable it wasn't even funny.

Jake was glad he was wearing loose pants for once.

Up ahead, a few guys laughed and jeered at Josh. He blew them all a kiss and wiggled his ass as he strutted bye, Jake following, drooling, hot on his tail.

"Can't believe you actually dressed up like a bimbo slut."

"Sammy, could you... would you please stop that?" Danny begged, sounding borderline desperate.

"What?" Sam asked, fluttering his eyelashes innocently. He gave the lollipop another slow swirl with his tongue.

"That."

"You mean I can't eat the candy I worked hard for? For shame, Daniel, let a man enjoy the fruits of his labor."

"You'll be enjoying the fruits of *my* labor if you don't knock it off," Danny whispered, suddenly crowding Sam against the kitchen counter. "I'll fuck you right here where anyone could walk in at any moment if you don't stop."

Sam smiled and took another lick.

"Stop fucking with your teeth! And don't touch your face, you'll ruin the make up," Josh snapped, adjusting Jake's hair so that it was '. tussled' or whatever it was called.

"But they're awkward! I can barely close my mouth," Jake grumbled, almost indecipherable through the mouthful of plastic.

Josh looked at him and sighed. He looked fucking ridiculous, not like the sexy vampire he was at all.

"Okay, here, you can wear the press on fangs. Just be careful not to lose them if you eat anything, they pop off super easy."

"Aww, such a good big brother, taking care of me."

"Well, I can't have you out there looking like a mess ruining *my* reputation. What would people think if I couldn't do decent makeup and styling?"

Jake rolled his eyes. "Such a drama queen. Now stop touching me, I know I look hot but seriously."

Josh huffed and ran his hands over Jake's torso, just to spite him, then finally stepped back.

"Okay, there, done. Now go; be hot, have fun, use protection, and bring me back some candy."

"Anything for you, sugar." Jake purred. Josh smacked his ass just for that as he was leaving. Lunatic.

#fanfiction #slash fiction #gen #sibling incest #fluff #humor #drabbles #greta van fleet #sam kiszka #danny wagner #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #samxdanny #sanny #joshxjake #joash #my writing #lulucrowproductions #halloween

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caravelstan · 2 years

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let go | j.m. kiszka

authors note: what was supposed to be a little drabble turned into something much… longer? i’ve been thinking about dad!josh for over a week now and need to get something out :( would love to write about dad!josh again, so any requests/ideas would be greatly appreciated! i also used this prompt for this lol as always, enjoy, feedback is appreciated, and i love you <3

pairing: josh kiszka x neutral!reader

warnings: none lol minus swearing?

word count: 2.6k

You comb your fingers through the sleeping child’s hair, a soft smile on your lips. Her soft curls bounced back after you ran your fingers through them, soft snores leaving from her parted lips. She’s grown so much in the last three years and it’s times like this you miss how little she was. You don’t get to see her as much anymore, with the way you work and Josh constantly on the road, so you cherish every moment you get to spend with her. When Josh’s usual babysitter had fallen sick and couldn’t come by, you immediately offered, not being able to pass up the opportunity to spend the night with your favorite person.

Or, well, one of them. She’s up there with Josh.

You chucked it up to you missing the little girl in your arms, which was true, you missed her dearly. But you knew it was more than that. It was always more when it came to Josh. You’d drop almost any and every thing for him, especially when it came to his child.

Your head turns towards the door when you hear the rattling of the lock, Josh’s voice muffled by the walls. Violet stirs in your arms and you freeze, rubbing her back gently to coax her back to sleep. Eventually her movements stop and the snoring continues.

“Sam, I am not driving all the way back there.” You hear him say as he opens the door, shutting it behind him quietly when he notices the little girl sleeping away in your arms, smiling softly before continuing, “No, I’m sorry, but I’m not doing that. Not my fault you decided to leave your wallet in my car. What? Sam, I said no. Yes, I did use my dad voice on you. I don’t care if you didn’t appreciate it. Shut up. I’ll bring it to you in the morning. It’s late. Goodnight, Samuel.”

You press your lips together to muffle your laughter as Josh makes his way towards the two of you, rolling his eyes dramatically.

“Little brothers, am I right?”

You grin. “Giving you a hard time?”

Josh stands in front of you two now, reaching down to run his finger’s through Violet’s hair. He gives you a look in response, pursing his lips into a frown and furrowing his brows. The look has you laughing but you quickly catch yourself, feeling Violet stir in your arms again and both you and Josh freeze. You rub her back gently like you had done minutes before, hoping it would ease her back to sleep.

She stretches her arms before settling back against your chest, tiny fingers curling around your shirt to hold herself closer to you. You coo softly at the sight and look up at Josh to find him pulling his phone out, quickly snapping a photo of the two of you, the fondest smile on his lips.

“You’re so good with her,” He murmurs, stashing his phone back into his pocket. “You’re the best person I know.”

You blush, your heart fluttering beneath your chest and you give him a half-hearted shrug due to the girl clinging to you. “It’s no big deal.”

You slowly stand up from the couch, careful not to move her too much as you hand her off to Josh. You watch as he carefully cradles her against his chest, eyes fluttering shut as he takes a moment to hug her. It’s enough to make your heart melt, lips forming into a pout because seriously? That was the cutest thing you have ever seen.

“It’s a very big deal actually.” He says, eyes flickering towards you. “I’m not sure what I’d do without you.”

You smile, shoulders going up into a nonchalant shrug. “That’s what friends are for.”

The words leave your mouth before you can even think about it. The two of you stare at each other for a moment until you have to look away, Josh’s gaze becoming almost too much.

“We’re not just friends. You know that.” Josh’s voice was quiet, muffled by Violet’s curls as he presses a kiss to her temple, but his eyes remain on you.

You swallow. “I don’t know what you mean.”

It’s a cop-out, truly, because you know exactly what he means. And he was right. You knew the exact moment when your friendship turned into something more, when he turned into something other than just your best friend. When his touches began to leave a burning mark on your skin, when his words started holding new meaning, when your eyes locking together far too long to just be friendly.

He became your person. The person.

“Y/N -“ His voice cuts off from the gentle whine that comes from the sleeping girl, her arms tightening around his neck. “Listen, I’m gonna put her to bed but just… wait here, okay?”

You give him a silent nod and watch as he walks down the hall towards her room. You wait until he’s out of view before you make your way back to the couch, slumping down onto it. Your mind drifts back to Josh and you immediately think of him putting his daughter down to sleep, softly singing whatever song she had requested for the night while he got her ready for bed.

The thought brings a smile to your face.

It was a long road to get where he is now. Violet had been a surprise to both him and his girlfriend at the time, to the band, and to about everyone else. You remember the night Josh came to you, in tears, the fear and excitement written on his face, and you knew that you would do anything to help him. They had decided to keep the baby, even though they’d only been together for a few short months, but you and his family were right by their side the entire time. Their number one supporters.

Your eyes drift around the living room, looking at the pictures Josh has set up. Your eyes land on one of Violet, no more than a few months old, and you can tell right away she’s sat on her mothers lap. Your heart drops.

You don’t know the full story on what happened to her. No one does. Josh left it at that she was gone and claimed she wasn’t ready for this, ready to settle down with a child. She left a few months before Violet’s first birthday. No one’s heard from her since.

It upsets you that someone could just up and leave their own child, but you don’t know the full story. Josh never talks about it. It breaks your heart knowing Violet really won’t have core memories with her mother, but she’s surrounded by people who loved her more than they loved themselves, and that’s enough for you.

Your eyes drift to the picture next to it and your lips stretch into a wide smile. It was a picture of you with Violet in her 2nd birthday. Her face was scrunched up and mouth open, you could hear the giggles she was letting out while you tickled her. You hadn’t even realized Josh had taken a photo of you two until weeks later when you found it sitting in his living room, heart swelling.

“She always falls asleep so quick when you’re here,” Josh’s sudden voice causes you to jump, turning your head to see him standing near the couch. “Why can’t you live here again?”

You laugh. “Because I have my own place? Plus, I’m sure you’d get tired of me.”

Josh plants himself on the couch beside you, tipping his head back to rest against the headrest. His eyes flutter shut and you take this moment to let your eyes move over him, taking in his features. You’d always thought Josh was the most beautiful person you’ve ever laid eyes on, even before you grew feelings for him.

“I could never get tired of you.”

“Right,” You drawled out the word, a few giggles slipping from your lips, “but once you find me in the kitchen at 3 AM making spaghetti for the third night in the row don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He stares at you for a moment before letting out a loud belly laugh and you shush him almost immediately. His hand flies up to his mouth and the two of your stare at each other with wide eyes for a few seconds, hoping his laughter didn’t wake up the sleeping child only rooms away. You press your lips together to hold in the laughter you’re dying to let escape, and by the way Josh’s shoulders are shaking, he’s doing the same.

“Seriously though,” He says after the laughter had subsided, lips quirking into a smile, “I’d never get tired of you. Neither would Vi. I’m sure she’d love to have you around all the time, I know I would. You’d be like… the best person to live with.”

Your stomach flips at his words and you shift in your spot, pulling your legs up on the couch and underneath you.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my friend.” You mumble lamely, picking at the fabric of your jeans. Josh scoffs.

“Again, we’re not just friends. You know we crossed that bridge a long time ago.”

You feel his eyes burning into your skin and it takes everything in you not to jump up and leave right then and there. You give him a shrug in response, eyes locked on your lap.

“Again, I don’t know what you mean.”

“You know exactly what I mean.” He says and reaches over to place a hand under your chin, lifting your head up to stare at him. “You always run away from this. Why?”

You freeze.

Why do you always run away? Well, it’s simple. There’s always that possibility of you giving in to your feelings and letting go of those fears that you hold so close to your heart, and then for it all to come and bite you in the ass. What if you and Josh try and it ends in flames? Josh has been a constant for more than half your life. The thought of him not being there one day hurts more than you can ever explain.

You move away from his touch and off of the couch, your face burning from where his hand had been.

“I’m scared.” Is all you say, staring down at him with your lips pressed into a frown.

“Why?“ He stands in front of you now, brows furrowing in frustration.

“Because it could all go to shit? What if we try and it doesn’t work out and I lose you?” Your throat tightens. “I lose Violet? I don’t think I could handle that.”

His gaze softens, frustrated expression falling from his face. “You know I’d never let that happen.”

“But what if?” Your voice raises just the slightest bit and you have to take a deep breath to calm yourself before continuing, “Josh, you mean more to me than anything. And Violet means the fucking world to me. I’m not about to risk the possibility of losing the two people I care about most in this entire world for some silly little feelings.”

“You know it’s not just some silly little feelings.” He takes a step closer to you, his lips twisted into a frown. “You know it’s more than that, Y/N. It always has been.”

“Josh -“

“Please, just listen to me.” He begs. “I love you. I’ve never been… silent about it. I want this. I want you. And I know you do too.”

You stiffen, mouth opening to give him some kind of retort but he’s lifting up a finger to shush you, continuing, “You’re my person. The only one I want to do this whole life thing with. And I know how you are - you’re going to overthink this and send yourself into a freak out but please, don’t do that. Just… let yourself be happy for once.”

“I think I should go home.” Another cop out, but you’re not sure how much longer you can stand here, listening to these words that keep flowing from Josh’s mouth. It’s overwhelming.

The two of you are staring at each other, so close that if you took one more small step and tilted your head up just a bit, your lips would be on his. His gaze drifts to your mouth before finding your eyes again and you swallow.

Josh’s hands find yours, giving them a gentle squeeze before tugging you closer to him. “But you’re here, so stay.”

“I can’t -“

“Yes, you can.” It comes out almost like a whine and you dip your head down to hide the blush on your cheeks. “I’m tired - both literally and figuratively. We can talk about this more tomorrow but right now… all I want is to wake up next to you and make some pancakes with my two most favorite people in the entire world. Can you please give me that? Just one time?”

His hands feel heavy in yours and you stare down at them, letting yourself have this moment. And… and maybe Josh is right. Maybe you should let yourself have this one moment of happiness that you’ve been yearning for for years. Maybe you should let go and not overthink this, not overthink his feelings or yours, and just be happy for once. It sounds easy in thought. You know it’s not.

Still, you give his hands a gentle squeeze and your eyes drift up to meet his again, not missing the look of complete fondness he’s giving you. It makes your stomach flutter.

“Okay,” It comes out as a whisper and Josh smiles.

So... you let go. You let him drag you towards his room - not before stopping by Violet’s so you can wish her a goodnight, even if she’s dead asleep - and the two of you get ready for bed. You change into some night clothes that you had left there and the two of you go through your nighttime routines.

It was nice, brushing your teeth beside Josh. You’d bump your hips together whenever he’d give you goofy faces through the mirror, and there were a few times you almost spit your toothpaste out. You washed your face, argued with Josh for almost skipping washing his face and made him do it - even if he was tired and just wanted to sleep. Then the two of you shuffle back into his room and slip into bed, side by side.

You lay there for a moment, frozen, and you feel Josh shuffle around beside you before his arms slip under you, pulling you into his chest. You try to relax, resting your head against his chest and letting your arms circle around him, your legs tangling together.

“Seriously, Y/N, just relax.”

His voice was muffled by his pillow and you feel him card his fingers through your hair, gently scratching at your scalp because he knew you liked it. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let yourself finally relax against his body and finally let the sleep overtake you.

The next morning you wake up to Violet running into his room and jumping onto the bed, squealing in excitement when she noticed that you had stayed. She then proceeded to drag the two of you out of bed, requesting that you make her pancakes right now or else she’ll be very upset with the both of you.

And when you watch Josh chase Violet around the kitchen with the remainder of the pancake batter, and her little giggles erupting through the house while you flip the pancakes over in a pan, you realize you could definitely get used to this.

#josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka imagine #greta van fleet imagines #greta van fleet imagine #my writing

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hearts-hunger · 3 years

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♡ → fluff || ❀ → smut || ✧ → angst || ☽ → drabble || ☆ → multipart fic

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Cabin Fever ♡ ❀ ✧ ☆

Josh Kiszka x Reader, background Sam x Danny || series (complete)

During your week away at the cabin, you and Sam make a pact — on the last day, if he tells Danny how he feels, you’ll tell Josh how you feel. It’s going to be a very long week.

In the Midnight Hour ♡

Josh Kiszka x Reader, Sam x Danny

You and the boys explore the old haunted house in the Kiszka’s neighborhood on Halloween night.

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Love Like Ours ♡

Josh Kiszka x Reader

You and Josh celebrate Valentine’s Day.

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

January Blue ♡

Josh Kiszka x Reader

You’re sick, and Josh takes good care of you.

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Big Squeeze ♡

Josh Kiszka x Reader, Danny Wagner x Reader (platonic)

When you need a little extra love, Josh knows just the thing to help.

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Love is Like a Resting Place ♡

Josh Kiszka x Reader

You and Josh take care of each other after a long day.

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Just Because I Love You ♡

Josh Kiszka x Reader

When you’re not feeling well, Josh takes care of you just because he loves you.

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Growing Pains ♡ ✧

Josh Kiszka x Reader

As you and Josh pack up your apartment for your impending move to Nashville, Josh is right by your side for this big, scary change and all the growing pains it brings with it.

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Home for the Holidays ♡ ❀ ✧ ☆

Josh x Reader, Sam x Danny, Jake x Reader || series (in progress)

The Cabin Fever gang spends Christmas in Frankenmuth.

Companion series in the Cabin Fever universe

part one | part two | part three

To Be Loved By You ♡

Josh Kiszka x Reader

Josh helps you tidy the house.

Companion fic in the Cabin Fever universe

A Sure and Steady Hand ♡

Josh Kiszka x Reader

Josh comes home sick, and you take good care of him.

Companion fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Inhale/Exhale. ♡ ❀

Josh Kiszka x Fiancée!Reader || smut (18+ only)

You help Josh work out his frustration when he’s had a rough day at the studio.

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Hot Stuff ♡ ❀

Josh Kiszka x Fiancée!Reader || smut (18+ only)

You show Josh just how much you like his new haircut.

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Josh’s Song ♡

Josh Kiszka x Wife!Reader

The Cabin Fever gang celebrates Josh’s birthday.

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Kisses & Clementines ♡

Josh Kiszka x Wife!Reader

You and Josh pick out a name for your little one.

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Bringing Me Home to You ♡ ✧

Josh Kiszka x Wife!Reader

You want to be happy when you see those two little lines, but Josh has been so distant. What if he's not happy too?

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Heart to Heart ♡

Josh Kiszka x Wife!Reader, Sam x Danny

You and Josh host Thanksgiving at your house, and your little family has more than one surprise in store for this holiday season.

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Appetence ♡ ❀ ✧ ☆

Josh Kiszka x Reader, Sam Kiszka x Reader, Jake Kiszka x Reader, Danny Wagner x Reader || Dark fantasy AU || series (in progress)

A prince, a priest, a warrior, and a huntsman. They serve the god of the wood, and they have no choice but to obey when the Master demands a queen.

part one | part two

Sunshine Daydream ♡ ❀ ✧ ☆

Sam Kiszka x Reader || series (complete)

Friends can go on platonic vacations to cosy lakeside cabins, right?

part one | part two | part three | part four

I’ll Be Your Medicine ♡ ✧

Sam Kiszka x Reader

They say laughter is the best medicine, but you're pretty sure that's only because they've never met Sam.

Standalone fic in the Sunshine Daydream universe

Sweet Peach ♡ ✧

Sam Kiszka x Reader

Sometimes, you want special attention from Sam. He reminds you that all you have to do is ask.

Hollow to the Touch ♡ ✧

Sam Kiszka x Reader

At a party, you let your insecurity get the better of you and act out in jealousy, and the consequences cut deep for both you and Sam. At home, both of you hope that love is enough to fill up every hollow in a lover’s heart.

How Easy it is to Love You ♡

Sam Kiszka x Reader

When the world feels like a little too much, Sam’s always there to make things better, even if it means sitting under the kitchen table with you.

All That Love ♡

Sam Kiszka x Reader

In the band’s early days, you and Sam try to keep your budding romance a secret. Luckily for you, you have three best friends who are more than pleased to find out you and Sam are head over heels in love.

No Strings Attached ♡ ❀ ✧ ☆

Jake Kiszka x Reader, background Sam x Danny || series (complete)

The destination wedding of a high school friend brings you and Jake together for the first time since graduation. Can you make it though a long weekend without killing each other, or worse, falling head over heels in love?

Companion series in the Cabin Fever universe

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

Affection ♡ ❀

Jake Kiszka x Reader || smut (18+ only)

Nothing hurts when you’re with Jake.

Companion series in the Cabin Fever universe

Good to Me in Every Way ♡

Jake Kiszka x Reader

You go with Jake to the Gibson interview shoot, and he’s good to you in every way.

Safe ♡ ❀ ✧

Jake Kiszka x Reader || smut (18+ only)

It’s early in your relationship with Jake, and you’re still learning the ropes. The first time things are less than perfect in bed, Jake does everything he can to make sure you feel loved and cherished and safe.

Fate of the Faithful ♡ ❀ ✧ ☆

Jake Kiszka x Reader || Pirate AU || series (in progress)

You’ve been called the Jewel of the Bay, a lady born and bred in one of the Royal Navy’s most profitable ports of call. On a fateful summer night, taken aboard the pirate ship Starcatcher, your world is turned upside down. To survive, you must put your faith in the honor among thieves and learn to trust the devotion of a pirate to his most precious treasure.

part one | part two | part three

Home for the Holidays ♡ ❀ ✧ ☆

Jake x Reader, Sam x Danny, Josh x Reader || series (in progress)

The Cabin Fever gang spends Christmas in Frankenmuth.

Companion series in the Cabin Fever universe

part one | part two | part three

My Sweet Lady ♡

Jake Kiszka x Reader

On a snowy December night, you and Jake play guitar on the back porch and try to find the courage to say what you’ve always wanted to.

Smoke Break ♡

Jake Kiszka x Reader

Your family is making you stressed over the holidays. Jake takes good care of you.

Four Weddings and a Funeral ♡ ❀ ✧ ☆

Danny Wagner x Reader || series (complete)

You and Danny haven't spoken in years. When the two of you stumble upon a week of weddings, funerals, and the hotel rooms in between, will fate rekindle your friendship or put the old flames out altogether?

With Your Head on My Shoulder ♡

Danny Wagner x Reader

You have a bad dream, and Danny’s there to take care of you.

Standalone in the Four Weddings universe

A Cowgirl’s Dream ♡ ❀

Danny Wagner x Reader || smut (18+ only)

Danny gets a cowboy hat at a show, and you show him just how much you like it.

Standalone in the Four Weddings universe

Can I Keep Coming Back to You? ♡

Danny Wagner x Reader

Danny comes home to you after a long day, and you show him the decorating you've been doing.

Standalone in the Four Weddings universe

Kitkat ♡

Danny Wagner x Reader

You don’t like haunted houses. When you get scared by a big huge werewolf, you find you like the man behind the mask.

Honeyglow ♡

Danny Wagner x Reader

Back at the haunted house in the off-season, Danny and the boys are working on repairs to the set. You're still a scaredy-cat, and Danny's still your biggest fan.

Sequel to Kitkat

Bend It Until It Breaks ✧ ❀

Sheriff!Danny x Reader || smut (18+ only)

Danny shows up back at your door like he always does, and you almost believe him when he says he'll stay this time.

Emerald Green ♡ ❀

Danny Wagner x Reader || smut (18+ only)

Danny makes you a deal. You let him have his way with you, and he'll move your stupid green couch anywhere you want.

It’s a Wonderful Life ♡

Danny Wagner x Wife!Reader

You and Danny spend a quiet night in decorating your tree and watching the first snowfall.

Go Where True Love Goes ♡

Danny Wagner x Reader

Danny’s tired after a show, and you take good care of him.

Strawberry Sunscreen ♡ ❀

Danny Wagner x Reader || smut (18+ only)

At a house party, you and Danny sneak off for some sweet summer lovin’.

Where the Love Light Gleams ♡ ❀

Danny Wagner x Reader || smut (18+ only)

You have a headache, and Danny takes good care of you.

Perfect Fit ♡

Danny Wagner x Reader

When you’re hurting, Danny knows just what to do to make you feel better.

Wild and Blue - Discontinued ♡ ❀ ✧ ☆

Danny Wagner x Reader || series (discontinued)

In the middle of a sudden heartbreak, getting away for a weekend of camping with your best friend seems like both the best and the worst thing you could possibly do.

part one

Earnest, Eager ♡

Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner

Sam’s curious and earnest. Danny’s eager to help.

How Can I Tell You That I Love You? ♡

Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner

Sam's sick. Danny takes care of him. Neither of them knows the right words to say.

Home for the Holidays ♡ ❀ ✧ ☆

Sam x Danny, Josh x Reader, Jake x Reader || series (in progress)

The Cabin Fever gang spends Christmas in Frankenmuth.

Companion series in the Cabin Fever universe

part one | part two | part three

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trashi-bee · 4 years

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Masterlist

* - implies smut

Mötley Crüe

Reader x Nikki x Tommy x Vince

* Three’s a Crowd

Reader x Nikki x Tommy x Vince

* Caught Red-Handed Pt.1 / * Caught Red-Handed Pt. 2

Reader x Vince

* Sugar / * Sugar Pt.2

Greta Van Fleet

Reader x Sam Kiszka

* Unwind

Reader x Josh Kiszka (drabble)

Study Break?

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devilat-thedoor · 7 months

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Wildflowers and Wine

A/N: i was yearning for soft!Sammy. i just really needed this, so it’s completely self indulgent. but maybe you guys will enjoy it too? So, here’s a fluffy lil Sam drabble💖

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A weekend getaway was exactly what you needed to escape the stresses that life had been throwing at you. When Sam surprised you with a trip to a cabin deep in the woods, you were more than excited to have the alone time with him. You spent the night packing everything up and left first thing in the morning, “You’re gonna love it up in the Smokies, babe.” He lifted his hand from the wheel to grab yours in your lap, “There’s a really nice waterfall off of this one trail… It’ll be too cold to swim, but it’ll still be cool to see.”

Leaning over the center console, you placed a tiny peck on his jaw, “Thank you, Sammy. I really needed this.” His smile grew as he squeezed your hand. You reached over to turn the music up a bit and settled back into your seat, eventually falling asleep.

“Hey…We’re here, babe. Wake up.” His voice was a mere whisper as his fingertips brushed over your cheeks. It was almost as though he didn’t actually want to wake you up, but his whispers persisted, “Babe, come on.” He tugged at your arm and your eyes finally opened, blinking a few times, and settled on his face. Sam was standing outside of the passenger door, waiting for you to step out.

Once you exited the car, you got a full view of the cabin, “Oh. This is beautiful.” You spun in a circle, taking in the looming mix of trees. Maples and Pines. Oaks and Hickorys. You wanted to run straight into the woods to explore and he could sense it.

He grasped your waist, pulling you against him, “Let’s get you changed first, then we can go on a hike.” He had your hand, guiding you up the few steps to the front door.

You stopped, looking back to the car, “We have to unload the car, hun.” You tugged on him, but he kept walking, dragging you with him.

“I already carried everything in while you slept, c’mon.” He opened the door and allowed you to step inside. It was rustic and cozy, a small living space with the kitchen attached. Sam came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and resting his chin on your head, “I can’t wait to get you in front of the firplace tonight, babe.” He kissed the top of your head before releasing you and pointing to the short hallway with two doors, “Bedroom is left, bathroom is right. Go put some jeans on and grab a sweatshirt. I’m gonna put a pack together to for our hike.”

Wandering into the bedroom, you found the bags laid neatly on the bed and smiled to yourself as you dug through yours to find a pair of jeans. After lacing your sneakers up, you emerged from the bedroom, hoodie in your hand, and met Sam in the kitchen, “Ready, baby?”

He was tucking a few water bottles into the backpack and stalking over to you as he zipped it up, “Yep. Let’s go, pretty girl.” He grabbed your hand, twirling you under his arm twice, and pulled you out the front door, closing it behind him.

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“Sammy, what is this?” You leaned down, examining the peachy-orange flower clusters, surrounded by long, thick leaves.

He sidled up to the shrub, plucking one of the flowers, “Rhododendron.” He turned you to face him, pushing your hair aside to slip the flower behind your ear, “They call these ones Flame Azaleas. They can range in color from white to yellow, even red… But the orange ones are my favorite.”

“They’re so pretty.” You picked your own bloom, carefully placing it in the breast pocket of his flannel.

“Come on, babe. The sun is starting to set, we should get back.” He was smiling wide as he turned around to walk back up the trail.

You fell into step behind him until something caught your eye, “Baby, wait!” You took off through the trees, “What is that?” You were ducking through leaves and branches, pushing through a dense thicket, as he chased after you.

“Y/N, slow down!” He finally caught up, breathing heavy as he began to scold you, “Babe, there’s bears and shit, you can’t just- Woah…” You’re sure his face had to of matched the incredulous expression of your own.

You stood in a clearing, staring out over a varying array of colorful wildflowers and tall, flowing grass, “Sammy, this is- Look at the sunset!” You pointed out to the horizon, forcing his attention to the dipping, golden sun as it cast an orange hue over the earth before you, “Baby, did you bring your camera? You have to get pictures of these.” You sunk to your knees into the grass, running your fingers over the various flower petals.

When you turned to look at up at Sam, his eyes were already on you, the brown of them turning to a fiery amber in the sunlight, “I left it at the cabin, we’ll have to come back tomorrow.” His lips lifted into a warm smile as he held his hand out to pull you from the ground, “Let’s head back before it gets dark.” He weaved his fingers with yours and led you back to the trail.

🌲🌲🌲

The walk back to the back the cabin was short and dusk was falling fast. As you walked through the front door, Sam broke away from you and rushed to the bedroom. You didn’t question it, just slipped out of your shoes and pulled your hoodie off to hang on a hook. Padding into the small kitchen, you opened the cabinets one by one until you found the cups before calling out to him, “Baby, do you want some wine? I’m gonna start dinner.” He called back a “sure, babe.” and you filled two mugs with the red. You sipped yours with a soft hum and began chopping veggies on the large cutting block.

Sam appeared seemingly out of nowhere, wearing a sweater and carrying a flashlight, “I’m gonna grab some firewood outside. I’ll be back, okay?” He pulled you against him, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.

You pulled back with a smile, “Hurry up, dinner won’t be long and I already poured your wine, hun.”

“I’ll be quick, promise.” He pecked your lips one more time and slipped away.

Your attention went back to the pot in front of you as you stirred the vegetable soup, bringing the spoon up to your mouth to taste it. Going to bedroom to retrieve your phone, you came back into the kitchen, clicking a random playlist on, and finished up the food. Song after song played, but it wasn’t until the soup was finished that you realized Sam wasn’t back yet. You cut the flame on the stove off and went to grab your hoodie to go find him but he was coming in the door before you stepped out of the kitchen, “Sammy, I was starting to get worried! What took so long?”

He was holding his hands behind his back with a beaming grin on his face, “I had a little side quest…” He pulled his hands around revealing what he was hiding.

“Oh my god, baby…” Your mouth hung open as you stared at the makeshift bouquet. A bundle of the all the diverse wildflowers you’d seen in the field on your hike, tied together at the stems with a few long pieces of the grass that surrounded them. He had to of gotten at least two of every species of flower there was, “Sammy, you went back in the dark and got these for me?” You took the bouquet from his hands and held it to your nose.

“Of course I did. I saw the way your face lit up when you saw them and knew I had to get them.” He watched you turn around and walk back to the kitchen, “Pretty flowers for the prettiest girl.”

“Thank you, honey, I love them.” You laid them across the countertop and went to the sink to fill a cup with water. When you turned back to him, He was standing in the middle of the room, drinking his wine, eyes locked on you, “Why are you looking at me like that?” You couldn’t hide the shy smile that ghosted over your mouth.

Sam set his cup down and stepped towards you, snaking his arms around your waist, “I love you…” He swayed you through the kitchen, holding you close while the music flowed from your phone, “I’ll pick all the flowers in the world if it means your eyes will light up like that.” He brushed the stray hairs from your forehead and began peppering your face with soft kisses.

You giggled through his attack, trying to shield your face, until he stopped and caught your lips with his, “I love you too, Sammy.” You wrapped your arms around his torso and held him tight as you laid your head on his chest, “I don’t need all the flowers… You make my eyes and my heart light up without even trying.”

He rested his cheek on the top of your head, humming along to whatever song played while he rocked you back and forth, “I’m still gonna pick you all those flowers tomorrow…”

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ourtearsofrain · 26 days

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Paper Rings (D.R.W/S.F.K)

Summary: When Danny wants to propose to Sam, he turns to his brothers for help, wanting the evening to be perfect.

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka

Genre: fluff, almost hurt/comfort, other than that no clue, way too long to be drabble but there’s no smut or angst or anything

Word Count: 6.5 k

Warnings: language? But what’s new with them, anxiety from worrying about how the proposal will go.

A/N: I would highly recommend reading Save a Horse and Ride a Cowboy as well as their previous fics, as this is a continuation of their stories within this Universe.

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4:38 pm

Those fucking bastards. Never on time a goddamn day in their lives. Danny sits in the living room of his and Sam’s apartment, his heart hammering, fingers twisting together in his lap and leg bouncing as the anxious knot in his stomach tightens as the minutes tick by. They were supposed to get here 38 fucking minutes ago. Where the fuck are they?

He checks his phone. Nothing. A minute later he checks again. Nothing. Fuck. After what feels like an eternity, a loud knock at his door yanks him from his frustrations, and he all but runs across the room to answer it. Jake and Josh stand at the center of the group, caught up in a heated, but hopefully lighthearted argument, with their partners sharing knowing exasperated looks over the twins’ heads.

Danny’s too frustrated to even care about possibly interrupting whatever argument they were having, cutting them off with a sharp, “You’re late.” He steps to the side as the group walks in, the twins talking over each other with various excuses as their boyfriends simply apologize and express that they tried to get them out of the house on time. “It’s whatever, I guess. At least you’re here now.” Danny sighs as he turns, walking away from them towards the living room and hoping they will follow. They do, and each pair takes a seat on the various chairs and couches occupying the space as Danny paces nervously across the room.

Austin is the first one to point out the nervous energy radiating from his friend, speaking over the noise of Jake and Josh trying to finish their argument from before. “Daniel, you alright? What’s goin’ on? And where’s Sam?” The twins promptly end their side argument as they also take in the state of their friend as well as the lack of their brother, causing their eyebrows to crease in unison.

“Yeah, why’d you ask us to come over? And why isn’t Sam here.” Josh questions.

Danny pauses his movements, coming to a stop in front of the other boys. His hands twist and stretch the hair tie around his wrist, needing to find some outlet for his anxiety. “He’s with Ronnie, she wouldn’t tell me what excuse she used to get him there, but I won’t question it since its working.”

It’s now Jake’s turn to question Danny. “Ok, cut to the chase. What did you need to talk to us about without Sam being present? You’re starting to make me worry.”

“I-” Danny starts, his nerves cutting him off and causing him to take a deep breath before continuing. “I need your guys’ help.”

Josh gasps dramatically, his hand flying to his heart in surprise. “I knew it!”

Danny feels like he’s been punched in the gut, his anxieties growing louder and louder in his head. If Josh figured it out so fast, Sammy could have too. Shit what if he knows and this was all for nothing.

Luckily for him, Josh continues, never missing the opportunity to make a shitty joke that often left the rest of them rolling their eyes. “You got him pregnant, didn’t you? What did I tell you two crazy kids about wrapping it before tapping it.” He shakes his head in mock disappointment before continuing, “Are you guys keeping it?” Josh is too focused on Danny (and too proud of his joke) to see Jake launching a pillow at him from the opposite end of the couch until it hits him hard on the side of his head.

“What the fuck man??” He yells as Austin wordlessly takes the pillow from him to prevent any retaliation.

“Could you be serious for one fucking second, Joshua? I don’t know about you, but I would love to hear what Danny has to say.”

Josh’s head drops slightly, now recognizing this may not be the time or place for his jokes depending on the conversation at hand. “You’re right, Jake. I’m sorry Danny.”

Danny removes his hand from where it had been placed on his temple in an attempt to slowly massage the stress and tension from his head. “It’s fine. Anyways, I need your help.” All four boys sit in tense silence as they wait for the other shoe to drop, each of them curious and worried about what had Danny so worked up like this.

“I’m going to propose to Sam.” The room is silent for a few seconds as they process what Danny had just said. Eventually, Josh shoots out of his seat, jumping up and down as he whoops in celebration.

“THAT’S FUCKING FANTASTIC OH MY GOD FINALLY!” He tackles the taller man in a massive hug, almost tipping the pair over as Danny stumbles to regain his balance before looking over to Jake to see him slowly standing from the couch with a wide grin on his face. When Josh finally let’s go of Danny, it’s Jake’s turn to embrace the other man, still enthusiastic but not enough to almost send them to the floor as Josh had.

“I’m so fucking happy for you, Danny. Couldn’t ask for a better man to take our annoying kid brother off our hands. I thought we were gonna be stuck with him forever.”

Danny lets out a deep breath as he laughs, beyond relieved at the reactions he recieved from the twins. After them, Austin and Sebastian take their turns congratulating him, each word of affirmation lifting a small weight off Danny’s shoulders until the anxiety he had previously felt is almost fully gone.

“So, what do you need our help with, hun?” Sebastian questions, voicing what the others had been thinking.

“Ok so, I want to propose to him at Bradley’s, in the spot we had our first kiss. But I want to be alone with him when I do it, but I don’t want him to suspect anything leading up to that.” Danny sighs, the frustrations formerly plaguing his mind resurfacing as he attempts to explain what little semblance of a “plan” he had. “I don’t know, that’s all I got. Do you guys have any ideas of how I could pull that off?”

A broad grin breaks out on Sebastian’s face, having already put together an entire evening for him and Sam in mere seconds in his head. “Oh, I got the perfect idea, kid.”

One week later

“Alright people, settle the fuck down y’all!” Sebastian shouts over the many loud side conversations occurring between all the drag performers as they wait for their monthly meeting to begin. They do as he asks, wrapping up their various conversations and turning their attention to Sebastian.

“Thank you. Imma keep this short and sweet and to the point, now. As y’all know, our usual club we perform at is undergoing renovations, so next month’s show is gonna be at Bradley’s Honkey Tonk.” A few excited whispers pass through the crowd, the performers knowing that they always got the most tips when they had shows there. “Our next, and last, order of business is the theme. Now the votes are in from y’all, and the theme with the most votes was Money, Money, Money. Now, I’ve already called that ABBA song but when y’all are ready to claim yours, put your name and song down in the group chat so I can start organizin’ the set.”

He looks at the small crowd, eyeing them to see if he could sense any unspoken queries. “If y’all aint got any questions, y’all’re free to leave.” Many chairs skid across the floor as they pull their phones out, already typing out the songs they wanted in the group chat and excitedly discussing group numbers and outfits with each other as each small group slowly made their way towards the exit.

Josh elbows Sam in the side in his haste to claim his song, frantically typing his message into the chat and hitting send with a satisfied grin, seeing that no one else had taken his song choice yet. He slips his phone back into his pocket before turning towards Sam. “Ready to go?”

His question snaps Sam out of his thoughts. “Oh- uh actually I wanted to talk to Sebastian about my song really quick. Don’t wait up, I’m meeting Danny down the street for lunch so I can just walk there.”

“Alright, have fun.” Josh says with a smile, turning and making his way towards the door with the rest of the crowd.

Sam approaches Sebastian, quietly waiting as he begins scribbling down who had taken what song so far in his notebook. He finishes, letting out a deep sigh before finally looking up. “Oh- hey, kid! Didn’t see ya there. What’s up?”

“I uh-” He starts, nerves getting the best of him as he looks down, his fingers picking at his cuticles as he gathers his courage. “I need help. Picking a song and… and with something else.”

A look of concern passes over Sebastian’s face, not used to seeing the usually confident Sam so sheepish. “Of course, I gotchu Sam. What’s up?”

“I- I want to propose to Danny. After the show, considering it’s where we had our first kiss. I just, I don’t really know how to do it. And I want to do a song that sort of hints at it, but not so much so that he knows it’s happening before I actually do it. And my brothers can’t know, I don’t want them to accidentally spoil the surprise.” He looks at Sebastian hopefully, feeling vulnerable and anxious as he asks this of him. “Do you think… do you think you can help me?”

Sebastian’s face splits open in a wide smile as he makes his way towards Sam, pulling him into a tight hug before he responds. “Of course, I got the perfect idea, kid.”

Three weeks later, Danny finds himself back at Bradley’s Honkey Tonk, seated next to Jake and Austin as they wait for the show to start. Jake’s voice across the bar table snaps him out of his anxious daze, and Danny looks over to see a concerned look painted across Jake’s features. “Hey man, you alright? You look a little pale.”

Danny takes a deep breath, having to remind himself to breathe as his nerves send him spiraling. He nods slightly before reaching for his glass of water and taking a large gulp of it. “Yeah, just nervous.”

He brings his hand to the pocket of his black jeans, checking to make sure the box holding Sam’s ring was still there for the 15th time that night. The knots in his stomach slightly loosen when he feels the outline of the box safe and snug within the fabric. As much as Danny was worrying about Sam’s reaction, he knew deep down he would love the ring; the second he had seen it, he knew it was so perfectly fitting for Sam. It had pansies engraved around the band, Sam’s favorite flower (and “coincidentally”, Danny’s star sign flower), the detailing dark black against the shine of the white gold.

“Everythin’ll work out just fine, Daniel. Your plan’s solid as it gets, and I’ll be damned if Sam says no to you." Austin brings his hand to Danny’s shoulder, offering him a small pat of encouragement before Jake joins in on relieving his worries.

“Exactly, we all know the plan, everything will work out. And I’ve known Sam for his entire life, I can’t think of one reason he would say no to you.” Danny offers a small smile at both boys, his nerves slowly dissipating from their words of encouragement. A distraction from any remaining nerves is provided when Sirena takes the small stage, mic in hand, and the crowd begins to quiet their side conversations in anticipation.

“How’re we feelin’ out there tonight?” She enthusiastically questions into the mic. She’s met with a loud roar of cheers and applause, as always joined by a few stray wolf whistles. She grins at the crowd’s obvious excitement, giving them a moment before continuing. “Fantastic! Just what I like to hear. I am your host tonight, Sirena de Lune, thank y’all for comin’ out tonight! And let’s make sure to give a big thank you to Bradley’s for hostin’ us tonight!”

The crowd erupts once more in appreciation of the owners allowing them to use their space for the night. “Now before we start our performances off for the night, I just have two things to say. First, consent is fucking sexy! If you don’t want extra attention or interaction from a performer, just throw your arms up into an ‘X’ and they’ll respect that. Consent also goes two ways, so make sure to not touch a performer without them initiatin’ that interaction. Lastly, tip your motherfuckin’ performers! Especially for tonight cause our theme is ‘Money, Money, Money’, so I better see some tips in the air for our amazing artists tonight! With that, I’ll introduce you to our first performer of the night, give it up for Elle Fernanda!”

The crowd nearly drowns out the upbeat intro of Material Girl with their applause as Josh sashays towards the stage. With his already unruly hair teased and donning bright pink lipstick, he looks like he walked straight out of the 80’s. Austin’s eyes linger for a moment on the short hem of his sequined, deep pink bodycon dress before they trail down his legs clad in fishnets, the stage lights catching on the small rhinestones scattered across the fabric, and down to his platform glittery heels, not once tripping over the various cords and steps in his journey towards the stage. His arms, neck, and ears are weighed down under as many pieces of flashy jewelry as he could fit, sending small beams of rainbow light around the room.

Jake snorts from his place beside him. “He looks like a fucking disco ball.” Both Danny and Austin smile at his comment, keeping their eyes on the performer as he teases the audience with the instrumental intro. He drops low down into a squat, grabbing more bedazzled bracelets from the stage floor before standing slowly, pushing his ass out towards the crowd. Finally, he turns around to face the audience as the first verse starts.

“Some boys kiss me,

Some boys hug me,

I think they’re ok.

If they don’t give me proper credit,

I just walk away.”

He makes his way off the stage, taking careful steps down so as not to trip in his heels. He motions along with the song, dropping low and bringing his hands together as if in prayer.

“They can beg and they can plead,

But they can’t see the light (that’s right).

‘Cause the boy with cold hard cash

Is always Mister Right.”

Working his way through the crowd slowly, he turns as he snatches tips from outreached hands, lip syncing in practiced perfection. He makes his way towards Austin, ignoring his tip and pulling him off his seat when he reaches him, placing his pink gloved hands on his hips as he still securely holds his fists full of bills.

“Some boys romance,

Some boys slow dance.”

Josh sways them both to the beat, once again teasing the crowd (and mostly Austin) by intentionally over-exaggerating his hip movements and pushing his ass out.

“That’s alright with me.

If they can’t raise my interest then I

Have to let them be.”

With that, Josh taps the tip of Austin’s nose with his finger, offering a wink before snatching his tip and turning to make his way back to the stage. Austin takes his seat again with a lovesick grin on his face as he watches his boyfriend weave through the crowd.

“Some boys try and some boys lie

But I don’t let them play.”

Josh reaches the stage, taking a large step onto it and turning to face the crowd as he raises his hands above his head.

“Only boys that save their pennies

Make my rainy day.”

He throws his tips in the air, and they flutter down around him as if they were droplets of rain. For the rest of the song, Josh continues spinning his way through the crowd, enthusiastically interacting with every patron he came upon whether they tipped him or not. As the song comes towards its end, he finds himself back on stage, gesturing dramatically as he uses his theater experience (and personal experience with Austin) to flash his biggest doe eyes flirtatiously at the crowd as a more “calm” part of the song plays.

“A material, a material, a material, a material world.”

His energetic energy is back as just quick as he had put it on to play up that part as he sways his body on stage, dropping down to a squat sideways from the crowd as the last few beats of the song play. He suddenly tips back, falling on his back dramatically and cocking one leg in the air as his arms sprawl around his head, perfectly timed with the last beat of the song.

The crowd erupts, their applause deafening with a few stray wolf whistles (most of which belonging to Jake and Austin) as Josh stands, blowing kisses to the crowd before exiting the stage, leaving the stagehands to quickly retrieve his fallen tips for him.

“Thank you, Elle, for that sensual performance.” Sirena says into the mic with a wink. She introduces the next few drag performers, one after the other, one of them being Shimmer performing to Rich Girl. Sparrow takes the stage after Shimmer’s tips have been collected, and all three boys seated at their table immediately know that it’s Sirena’s turn next. After a brief introduction, Sparrow jumps off stage as the intro to Sirena’s song starts.

Donning a different outfit than she had at the beginning of the show, Jake recognizes it instantly, not even needing to listen to the intro to know what performance she was about to give. Wearing simple converse, black overalls over a flowy light blue blouse, a light brown wavy wig with the front strands tied at the back of her head, and minimal makeup (for a drag queen, of course), she’s instantly recognizable as Donna from Mamma Mia!

Her face is set in serious frustration as Maryl Streep’s voice begins singing over the speakers.

“I work all night, I work all day

To pay the bills I have to pay.

Ain’t it sad?

And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me,

That’s too bad.”

Her eyes lock on Jake as she steps off stage, slowly singing her way through the song as she weaves through the crowd towards him.

“In my dreams I have a plan:

If I got me a wealthy man,”

Her left hand comes up to his face as she slowly trails the back of it down his left cheek. She turns, her back leaning against him and keeping her hand on the side of his face, applying the slightest amount of pressure to get him to turn his head towards her.

“I wouldn’t have to work at all, I’d fool around and have a ball…”

Just as Jake’s lips are about to brush her own, she slips the tip from his hand and struts away from him, continuing her play of frustration to fully embody the show. She continues this energy throughout the performance, heavily interacting with the crowd as she collects handfuls upon handfuls of tips. When the song ends, the stage lights cut out on beat, sending her into darkness before they flash on again and an appreciative smile replaces the scowl she had donned for the performance. Sparrow hands her the mic again as the crowd applauds her, impressed at how accurate her act had been.

Once again, she introduces the next few performers; names that Jake, Danny, and Austin had grown familiar with from their partners’ involvements with the drag community. Faebelle and Sparrow give an animated duo rendition of Partners in Crime until, at last, she breaks the sad news of the show’s imminent end.

“Now I hate to remind y’all, but the night must come to an end at one point or another. Please give a warm welcome to our last performer of the night, Callie Bungah!” A familiar pop-ey intro begins and Jake instantly knows that Sebastian had helped Sam pick his song. He struts up onto the stage with a bounce in his step as he waits for his cue to sing.

Danny’s first though is: oh my god he looks so cute, when he takes in the image of Sam, wearing a wavy blond wig with the front strands dyed blue, a white turtleneck tank top, a long, flowy, baby blue skirt, and light pink go go boots decorated with red hearts.

“The moon is high

Like your friends were the night that we first met.”

He points to Jake and then Josh, watching his performance from the standing group of kings and queens in the corner, drawing a laugh from both.

“Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet.

Now I’ve read all of the books beside your bed.”

Sam keeps his eyes on Danny for most of the performance, yet intentionally avoids the area around him until a little over a minute is left in the song. The song calms down just as he reaches him, all instruments except the piano and guitar playing softly in the background.

Suddenly he’s reaching into the pocket of his skirt, pulling out a small piece of paper in the shape of a ring, carefully folded to have an origami heart. He holds it out towards him, lip syncing to the words as Danny extends his hand with a smile, allowing Sam to slip it onto his right ring finger.

“I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings.

Uh huh, that’s right.”

Despite his cool outwards appearance and the grin gracing his features, Danny’s mind is racing in worry. Shit. Does Sam know? Did one of the twins tell him? They would never… would they? His internal panic is silenced momentarily by the lovestruck look on Sam’s face, his hand coming up to hold the side of the other man’s face, who brings his own hand up to rest on it.

“You’re the one I want.

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this.

Uh huh.

Darling, you’re the one I want.”

He offers one last small smile to the other man before turning to make his way back to the stage, grabbing the last of the tips from outstretched hands on his way. As the song begins to fade out, he walks towards the group of other performers, weaving through them and “hiding” behind a couple as he lip syncs with his head next to theirs, before he exits the room through the performers door as the song finally fades to silence.

The quiet is short lived as the crowd quickly shows the last performance a round of applause for the night. Sirena takes the stage once more, calling up each performer in order, for one last show of support to each artist. The crowd cheers equally as loud for each, and each time one of their partners is brought up, Jake, Danny, and Austin let out shrill wolf whistles and whoops.

“Once again, thank y’all for comin’ out to support us tonight. Big thank you to our tech crew and to Bradley for lettin’ us hijack his bar for the night! We’ll see y’all at the next show!”

Jake, Danny, and Austin patiently wait for their partners to finish taking pictures with the other patrons before they make their way towards them, the group of performers slowly dispersing back to their green room to get undressed for the night. By the time they reach the stage, there’s only a few patrons left in the building as groups file out the door and into the night. Josh is the first to spot them from his spot on the edge of the stage as Sebastian and Sam are caught up in a quiet conversation to the side. “So, what’d you guys think?”

Austin wraps his arms around the other man’s waist, lifting him up and spinning him a few times before gently placing him back on his feet next to him. He stoops to plant a kiss to his lips before answering. “Fuckin’ amazing, darlin’. You are drop dead gorgeous, if I do say so myself.”

Josh laughs, lightly placing his hand on Austin’s chest as he looks up at him. “Mmmm you flatter me. But thank you, love.”

Drawn to the show Austin and Josh had just put on, Sebastian and Sam make their way towards the group smiling. “You trying to turn Sammy boy into a Swiftie, Seb?” Jake says with a grin.

“Maybe, maybe. He put on a damn good show though, don’t ya think, Danny?” At his name, Danny’s trance is broken, his eyes having been glued on Sam since his performance began and he turns to look between Sebastian and Sam.

“Mhm, you all did fantastic. As usual of course. Love the pockets, baby.” Sam’s face lights up at the observation, immediately sticking his hands into the pockets of his skirt and slightly turning back and forth to flare it as he looked down happily.

“Thank you, Daniel. I love them too. All skirts should have pockets in my opinion.”

“I’ll second that!” Sebastian interjects with a laugh. “Alright, I don’t know bout y’all but I’m dyin’ do get outta this wig so imma go change. Y’all comin’?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice; these heels are killing me.” Josh says as he tentatively transfers his weight between each foot.

Sam grimaces in agreement. “Same here.”

“We’ll be here waitin’ for y’all when you’re done.” Austin says as the other three file back towards the green room. The remaining boys make their way towards a table, taking their seats as they wait for their boyfriends. Both Austin and Jake notice Danny’s anxiety creeping up on him, his leg bouncing wildly under the table as he fiddled with the paper ring still on his finger. “You alright, Daniel?”

His gaze shoots up to Austin, finding a slightly concerned look on his face. “Mhm, yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just nervous. Do you guys… do you guys think he knows? That I’m going to propose. With the song he picked and all it’s just… too much of a coincidence.”

Jake shakes his head, offering a small smile to Danny. “I know Sam, and I know Seb. Sam definitely didn’t even know where to start for a song choice and Sebastian gave him an idea. That’s like, one of his favorite songs. I swear I hear it at least once a week.” He finishes with a laugh.

Danny lets out a deep breath, slightly relieved from the information. “Ok, yeah, ok. He doesn’t know, it’s just a coincidence that will be something to laugh at later.”

Once again, Jake pats his shoulder in encouragement. “Exactly. Just breathe, don’t think about it too much. And I mean, it’s Sam we’re talking about. He’s so in love with you, I think he’d say yes even if you passed out with the ring in your fingers. Its honestly gross sometimes.” This brings a smile to Danny’s face, easing the tension in his mind and body as he realizes what Jake said was probably true. They sit in silence for the rest of the wait, content with listening to the music playing quietly over the speakers.

Just as planned with Sebastian and Josh, Sam is the first to come back out. Now wearing loose black jeans, comfortable slip ons, and a sweater he definitely stole from Danny, he makes his way towards the group and his boyfriend stands to meet him. Sam drops his bag on the floor near his feet, immediately following their after-performance routine of Sam melting into Danny’s arms as the taller man gently rubs his back. Austin and Jake share a knowing look that goes unseen by both Sam and Danny, and Jake is the first to speak, clearing his throat before standing.

“Seb just texted me that he needs help with some bags so, I’m gonna go do that.” Austin follows suit, the pair already beginning to make their way towards the performer’s door.

“And imma go make sure Josh can still walk, those heels were tall as hell and I don’t need him stumblin’ around and possibly hurting himself.” Austin jokes.

“Probably for the best, see you guys later.” Sam mumbles, his face tucked into Danny’s neck. They leave the room without another word, both men shooting Danny a smile and thumbs up behind Sam’s back before disappearing in search of their boyfriends. The pair stand in comfortable silence for a few minutes before a song both were very familiar with begins playing. Sam removes his face from Danny’s skin, looking up at him with a small smile.

Danny returns it, cocking an eyebrow at him in question. “Wanna dance? It is our song after all.”

“Lead the way, Daniel. Just nothing too crazy, my feet sill hurt.”

Danny laughs, beginning to lead Sam towards an empty spot between tables, intentionally finding the place where they first danced together to the song so long before. “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t sweep you off your feet this time.” Sam’s hands find their way to Danny’s back, beginning to slowly sway along to the song as his head comes to a rest on his shoulder. Danny brings his head down to rest against Sam’s as he closes his eyes and tries to breathe through his nerves.

“Any place is better,

Starting from zero, we got nothing to lose.

Maybe we’ll make something,

Me, myself, I got nothing to prove.”

They slowly dance through the song in silence, with Danny hoping the other man can’t feel his racing heartbeat from where their chests met.

“And your arm felt nice wrapped around my shoulder.

And I, I, I had a feeling that I belonged.

I, I, I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone.

You got a fast car,

Is it fast enough, so you can fly away?

You still gotta make a decision,

Leave tonight, or live and die this way.”

The song comes to an end, and the pair momentarily break away from each other, just enough for Sam to look up at Danny while still being wrapped in his warm embrace. He looks around for a moment, taking in his surroundings before looking back up to see Danny watching him with so much love behind his eyes that it almost knocked the wind out of him. “Is this?” He starts. “Is this where we first danced to that song?”

Danny grins down at Sam, his heart soaring that he also remembered where exactly they first danced with each other. “Mhm, it is.”

“If I didn’t know any better, Wagner, I’d think you had something big planned.” Sam half-jokes.

“Maybe I do, Kiszka.” Sam cocks a questioning eyebrow at him, both men staring down the other to see who would speak first. Danny takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves and muster up the courage to start, knowing that once he said that first word, the rest would come to him as easy as breathing. His hands trail from Sam’s back, down his arms, and finally stop with the others hands in his own as he takes one final deep breath.

“Sam…” he starts. “I think, no, I know that I’ve been in love with you since the eighth grade. And I… I’m gonna keep loving you for as long as I’m on this Earth, and even after that too.”

Sam’s breath catches in his throat as tears begin to well in his eyes. Oh my god, is he about to-? This can’t be happening.

Danny continues, tears beginning to brim in his own eyes at the sight of Sam hanging onto his every word. “You are my best friend and… and I couldn’t ask for a better person to share the rest of my life with.” Danny reaches for his pocket, his shaking hands somehow grasping the small box as he lowers to one knee. With Sam’s hands now free, they come up to cover his mouth in surprise, looking down at his boyfriend in adoration. Danny clicks the box open, holding it out as he finishes the question he had been wanting to ask Sam since they first got together. “So, Samuel Kiszka, will you do me the greatest honor by marrying me?”

While Danny had thought he had prepared himself for any possible answer or reaction, what he’s met with is somehow not one of them as Sam bursts out in laughter, his tears making streaks down his face as he sinks to his knees in front of Danny. He barely notices the look of extreme confusion painted across Danny’s face through his tears and laughter as he reaches for his own pocket, pulling out a small box and opening it to reveal a simple, yet gorgeous ring; a silver band with a singular stripe of black inlay around its center, a triangular cut diamond set into the middle. As the gears turn in Danny’s head, he joins Sam as they kneel together laughing through their tears.

Sam’s the first one to catch his breath enough to speak, bringing his hand not holding the ring up to wipe the tears from his cheeks. “And I thought I was gonna be the only one proposing tonight.” He laughs out. “I thought I was being so sly with the hint of Paper Rings.”

“I fucking knew there was something behind that! Jake tried to tell me otherwise that it was just a coincidence and that Sebastian helped you pick your song.”

“I mean Jake’s not half-wrong; Sebastian did help me, he was in on this.”

Danny’s jaw drops. “No fucking way, he was in on my plan too. Sneaky bastard.” He says with no real malice in his tone. They gaze at each other as their laughs die out, both shaking their heads at their friends’ role in both of their plans. “So, you haven’t answered me.” Danny says with a smile. “Will you marry me, Sammy?”

“Of fucking course, is that even a question?” Is all he gets out before tackling Danny, toppling them both backwards onto the floor in a bone crushing embrace. They stay this way for a few moments, letting their tears fall and dry on their cheeks before they both get back onto their knees, each placing a ring on the other’s finger. Sam admires his ring with a grin before his gaze rests on his fiancé once more. “My favorite, pansies.”

“I know.” Danny says with a matching grin before gently grabbing Sam’s chin and bringing his lips to his own. The kiss is slow and passionate, filled with all the unsaid words of how much the other meant to them. They break apart eventually, their foreheads resting against one another with their eyes closed as they take the moment in.

Sam is the first to notice the song had once again changed to something he recognized. He leans back, gazing at Danny with all the love he could muster into once single look.

“But I must admit it,

That I would marry you in an instant.

Damn your wife,

I’d be your mistress just to have you around.”

“You know, I almost thought you were gonna propose to me that night, when you sang it to me in the car.”

Danny laughs at his words. “Baby, we had been dating for three months at that point. I know we’re in a gay relationship, but we aren’t that stereotypical.”

He receives a lighthearted swat to his shoulder as Sam tries, and fails, to hide his smile. “I know, I know! But I mean, we’ve known each other since sixth grade and had already talked about how we’d been in love with each other for years. Like I said I almost thought you were gonna propose.”

Danny takes Sam’s hands in his own once more. “Well, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long.”

Sam offers him gentle squeeze. “I’d wait for you forever, Danny.” Their tender moment is broken by a loud yell, their heads whipping towards the source to see Josh standing with the performer’s door cracked open as he yelled back at the others waiting silently around the corner.

“I THINK HE FUCKING SAID YES!” They all begin filing out, grins wide across their faces as Danny and Sam get to their feet.

“Yeah, think we could gather that ourselves, Josh.” Jake says in a sarcastic voice as he shakes his head at his brother. He aims his question at Sam, next. “You said yes, right?”

“We both did.” Danny says with a grin as he holds his left hand up for the others to see. Everyone but Sebastian’s eyes go wide as their jaws drop.

“You both proposed?!” Josh exclaims, rushing towards the pair to tackle them in a tight hug.

“We did, and it turns out, Sebastian was in on both of our plans and didn’t say jack shit.” Josh, Jake, and Austin turn on Sebastian who only holds his hands up in defense.

“Listen, y’all both told me not to tell no one so I didn’t. Worked out mighty fine in the end anyways.” While Jake pouts at Sebastian for not telling him, Josh rounds on Sam instead.

“You told Sebastian but not Jake or I???”

“Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t want you guys to accidentally spoil it.”

“You can make it up by making me best man at the wedding.”

This brings Jake’s attention back to Sam and Danny, his eyebrows furrowing. “Who the fuck said you get to be best man?”

Austin speaks up, having gotten good at diffusing twin banter over the course of his and Josh’s relationship. “Alright boys, that’s enough. I’m sure Daniel and Sam have a lot to plan before they even think about that so let’s just get back to bein’ happy for them, alright?” With their attention turned back to their engagement, each boy takes turn hugging Sam and Danny, congratulating them both. Jake is the last to hug Danny, squeezing him tight before patting his back.

“You’ve always been a brother to Josh and I, but now it’ll be legal. I’m so fucking happy for you, man.”

“Thank you, Jake.”

“I hate to break up this moment, but we better leave before they kick us out.” Sebastian half-jokes. The others voice their agreements, grabbing their bags as they slowly make their way towards the door.

“So, who’s taking whose last name?” Josh says as soon as the cool night air hits their skin. Danny and Sam exchange a look, not having had that conversation yet due to the interruption of the others.

“I don’t know, Daniel Kiszka has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it, Sammy?”

Sam intertwines his fingers with Danny’s, leaning into him as they walk. “Hmmmm, it does. But so does Samuel Wagner.”

“I guess y’all have another thing to figure out before you can even get to the question of best man.”

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Songs:

Material Girl- Madonna

Rich Girl- Gwen Stefani

Money, Money, Money- Meryl Streep, Julie Walters & Christine Baranski

Partners in Crime- Set It Off

Paper Rings- Taylor Swift

Fast Car- Luke Combs

Cleopatra- The Lumineers

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