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so i know that you mostly write angst but… i am on my hands and knees for a soft and fluffy fic where sam and reader have a baby and name it after danny, and telling him and y‘all are all just a mess of tears

Danielle (sfk)

trigger warnings: a lot of platonic danny x sam/reader, disgustingly sweet fluff

A/N: this is the first fluffy piece i’ve ever written and i’m ngl i definitely cried while writing this. i stayed up all night to write this so it might be sorta incoherent in some places but it's finnneee.

After a loud, elongated scream coming from deep in your throat ripped through the air, the room was pierced with the shouts and cries of the small child being picked up from below the curtain that was covering your legs. You slumped back onto the bed in exhaustion, lip quivering as you tried to take deep breaths to collect yourself. Sam was still squeezing your hand, tears falling down his cheeks while he stroked your sweaty and knotted hair.

It felt like ages before the small, wailing creature was placed on your chest. As soon as you caught sight of the baby, you burst into tears sobbed relentlessly. Sam was close behind you, sniffling and inhaling sporadically as he watched you cradle the child.

“Oh, god.” You moaned out, throwing your head back and crying harder. Sam’s ears perked up, his worry being dialed up to the max ever since you’d been admitted to the hospital.

“What? What’s wrong?” He begged, leaning forward.

“That’s a baby. Sam, that’s our baby.” You were nearly unintelligible, between the shivering lips and the uncontained sobs.

“I know, Y/N.” He was staring down with admiration. “She’s beautiful. Just like her mama.”

“She?!” You exclaimed, staring at the doctors.

“She.” The doctor confirmed with a smile.

Just as soon as she was placed on your chest, she was taken so the doctors and nurses were able to tend to your newborn daughter. This left you and Sam sitting together, weeping into each other as his hand gripped yours like you’d disappear if he let go.

“What’s taking so long? Do you think they’re okay?” Josh nagged in the waiting room.

“They’re fine, Josh. Stop overthinking.” Jake replied, trying to hide the fact that he was fidgeting with his rings in his lap.

You’d known the Kiszkas and Wagners for your whole life, practically growing up with them and spending nearly every day at either one of their houses. Jake, Josh, Sam and Danny always included you in their adventures - separate or as a group - and you’d grown close to the twins and Danny platonically. Sam, on the other hand, was a different story.

Everyone knew there was something between the two of you early on, though neither of you wanted to address it. His brothers were constantly pushing him to make a move, and Ronnie was pushing you, but neither of you ever even acknowledged the tension until a game of seven minutes in heaven in high school.

Josh and Jake were throwing a senior party, but dragged you, Sam, Danny and Ronnie along with the underclassmen. You had settled in a circle with an empty coke bottle between the ten or so people around you, Sam sitting across from you. When it had been your turn to spin, fate aligned itself to your liking as you watched the bottle slowly end its spinning, pointing at Sam’s crossed legs. He looked up at you wide-eyed, taking your hand in his and trying to ignore the smirk painted on Danny’s face as he watched you descend into the closet.

You pulled the door shut and tried to find his face, but it was impossible in the pitch dark of the tight space. You decided to throw your hand up and feel for him, giggling as your fingers made contact with his nose.

“Sorry.” You chuckled. “I can’t see.”

“I can’t see either, hold on.” His arms stretched out until either one of his hands were rested on your cheeks, and you would have been grateful that it was too dark for Sam to see you blushing, but you were sure he could feel the hotness on your face under his palms. You mirrored his actions, so the both of you were now holding onto each other.

“This game is so stupid.” He finally said after minutes of silence.

“Yeah.”

“Have you had your first kiss?” You didn’t verbally answer, but instead shook your head, his hands moving with your movements.

“What about you?”

“Nope.”

Another few minutes went by before he spoke again. “Do you want to?”

Your eyes grew wide. “Want to what?”

“Kiss.” He said plainly.

“Uh- I mean-”

“We don’t, like, have to, but if you want-”

“No yeah, I want to, but-”

You were blabbering over each other, finally ending the interruptions when you laughed. He followed, leaning his head back as his chest bobbed.

“So…” He finally started when he was composed again.

“I don’t really know what to do.” You admitted.

“Me neither.”

You froze as you felt his body move closer to yours, his grip on your face tightening ever-so-slightly as yours moved from his cheeks to the back of his neck. He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, jumping violently as the door was shoved open. Ronnie stood before you with wide eyes and a shit-eating grin, throwing her head behind her and shouting into the kitchen.

“Jake, Josh! You owe me 20 bucks!”

When sophomore year rolled around, you and Sam were still together. Jake and Josh were adults at that point, still including you but more immersed in the music scene and their jobs, so you and Danny had grown close like siblings. Him and Sam were best friends, and Sam was delighted that his girlfriend and best friend were best friends too. When their career really took off, you were with them for every show and every step of the way, joining them in dingy bars and cheering them on until you were sitting in a stadium full of thousands watching them prance around on stage.

So when you had announced you were pregnant, the boys were absolutely ecstatic.

You accompanied them to the studio nearly every day, and they babied you to absolutely no end. They wouldn’t even let you get up to get your own snacks, insisting that you should rest and stay on the couch. You always rolled your eyes but were secretly grateful for the care.

Jake and Josh got into frequent petty arguments about who would be the favorite uncle, and you had noticed after a while that whenever the topic was brought up, Danny went quiet and almost shrunk in on himself.

Sam had noticed this one day after the twins had gone off to the kitchen after one of their famous debates. He motioned for him to join the two of you on the couch, and you scooted over so that they would fit next to you.

“You okay Danny?” Sam asked after they were settled.

“Yeah.”

Sam frowned. “What’s wrong?”

There wasn’t much Danny could hide from him, so he huffed and leaned back so his head was resting on the top of the mahogany leather.

“Just- it’s selfish.” He sighed out.

“Come on. You’re the least selfish person we know.” Sam pressed.

You took a moment to observe Danny’s face, and noticed that his eyes were slightly glossed over. “I just… I just feel like it’s gonna change when you have the baby.”

“Of course it is, but that doesn’t mean it’ll be bad. We can figure out how to work with-”

“No, Sam. I mean, like- I’m not related to you. The baby’s gonna love Jake and Josh cause’ they’re your brothers, but I’m nervous that the baby’s not gonna like me.” His bottom lip quivered, and your nose grew hot as you tried to hold in your tears.

“Danny, you’re a brother too. If this baby is a Kiszka,” he interrupted himself to turn to you and point a finger, “which it better be,” you and Danny both laughed, “then this baby is going to adore you.”

You reached across Sam’s lap to hold Danny’s hand. “Don’t tell the twins, but I know you’ll be the kid’s favorite. Those two don’t know how to have fun without fire or alcohol and there’s no way I’m letting them around the little one unsupervised.” He chuckled along with you, wiping away some of the tears that had escaped at his confession.

It was then that the twins sauntered back into the main area, freezing as they saw Danny crying with Sam’s arm around him and your hand holding his.

“Everything okay?” Jake inquired, standing near the couch with Josh closeby.

“Yeah. I just- I’m nervous that mini Sam won’t like me.” The words flew out much easier now that he had said them once.

“What? Why would you think that?” Josh nearly yelled.

“Just because… y’know, I won’t really be an ‘uncle’.”

“Oh, bullshit. Me and Josh are fighting for second favorite, we already knew you’d be the first.” Jake teased, walking towards the three of you to rub his back comfortingly.

It was only a few days later that you went into labor. You were sitting on the couch - as always - when you felt a sharp pain in your stomach. You were at a point where those were pretty frequent, so you didn’t think much of it. But the pain didn’t subside for a couple of minutes, causing your concern to grow. You watched the clock and panicked as the next wave of cramping occurred five minutes later. Suddenly, you started to regret the entire thing. There was no way you could push an entire baby out of you in a couple hours - everything was becoming overwhelming and tears started to prick at your eyes.

You struggled to push yourself up, finally balancing on your feet and waddling over to the practice area. You felt bad interrupting the boys’ playing, but figured you should probably say something sooner rather than later.

Nobody had noticed that you walked in until Sam felt a poke on his shoulder, turning around to see you standing with scared eyes and a single tear running down your face. His hands stopped playing, prompting the other boys to observe the situation.

“What’s wrong, pumpkin?” You blushed at the pet name as he rubbed the tear away with his thumb.

“I’m having contractions.”

“What?!” He screeched, standing up and sending the bass crashing to the floor, making you cover your ears.

“Sam!” Jake shouted, rushing towards you both, quickly being followed by the other two boys.

“What’s wrong?” Josh spoke more calmly.

“Contractions, we need to get to a hospital.” Sam explained shortly. “I need to get the hospital bag.” Before you knew it, he had rushed off, leaving you with Danny and Josh as Jake ran to go start the car.

“I’m so scared, I can’t do this.” You whined miserably.

“Yes you can-” Josh started.

“I can’t! Babies are huge, this is gonna hurt so bad.” You wailed.

Danny stood in front of you and enclosed your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him as he spoke with confidence. “You can do this, Y/N. You’ve been planning for this ever since you were in high school. In a couple of hours, the love of your life is gonna be laying next to you in a tiny little crib, and you’re gonna forget that it was even painful at all. It’s gonna be so worth it.”

And he was right.

Sam was cuddled up next to you in the small bed, squeezing you gently as you both stared at the baby. She was wrapped in a tiny little cloth, moving every so often and stretching out her tiny fingers. Silent tears were running down your cheeks, and you assumed Sam was crying too.

A knock on the door broke the both of you out of your trance, looking at the entrance to find the twins and Danny slowly making their way in.

“Hey-”

You interrupted before any of them could get anything out. “Come look at her. She’s so pretty.”

“She? It’s a girl?” Jake asked with an awestruck tone.

You nodded and motioned them over, grinning as Danny walked towards the bassinet. You turned to Sam and gave him a knowing glance, eyes brimming with fresh tears at the situation that was about to unfold.

The three boys leaned over carefully, reaching out to leave delicate touches on their niece’s small hands and feet. They spend minutes standing and simply adoring her, and it made your heart swell.

Josh was about to ask what her name was when he caught sight of a white slip of paper attached to the crib, standing up straight and making eye contact with Sam after he’d read it. He pointed to Danny, asking a silent question, and his eyes filled with tears when Sam nodded in confirmation.

“Danny.” Josh said softly, nudging his shoulder.

“Yeah?”

Josh took a moment to give him a good look, noticing the amazed look in his eyes and the softness in his body language and tone.

“She’s got a name.” He finally choked out, making Danny’s eyes widen in excitement.

“What is it?” He looked at you for an answer, but you nodded your head towards the crib in response. Jake had bent over and looked and was now standing silent next to Josh, holding in tears of pride and love as they watched Danny search around cluelessly.

The whole room froze as he finally found the paper, leaning in to see it more clearly. It was as if time stopped, the four of you watching him straighten up in slow motion and gaze down at the baby again. His blood-shot eyes whipped to meet Sam’s, who was openly crying now.

“Are you- is this real?” He forced out, his words wavering with the tightness in his throat. Sam simply nodded, and that was all it took for the dam to break.

His hand whipped to cover his mouth as his eyes shut tightly and tears raced down his cheeks and to his neck. Josh landed a hand on his back, pulling him in for a tight embrace. Sam had abandoned his position behind you to stand up and engulf Danny in a hug. The taller man met him halfway, nearly tackling him as he wrapped his arms around your husband and squeezed him until he couldn’t breathe.

“I love you Sam. Thank you, you have no idea what this means to me.” He whispered.

“I love you too. I couldn't have asked for a better person to name my kid after.”

He pulled away from the hug and walked to you, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. He sat down at the end of the stiff mattress, trying to contain his tears as the soft whines of your baby were echoing through the room.

“Do you want to hold her?” You asked Danny, watching as he perked up nervously.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I am. Wheel her over here, I’ll show you.”

The twins carefully pushed the baby in your direction until the cradle was directly beside the bed, and you stayed laying down as you directed Danny on how to hold her. He stiffened when he heard her begin to cry, but you assured him that it was okay. Once he had her settled into a comfortable position in his arms, he stood up tall and looked down. Almost immediately, the baby had stopped crying, making Danny soften immensely.

“Hi, Danielle.” He finally spoke, choking over the name. He stuck a finger out to stroke her cheek and let out a watery laugh as her tiny hand grasped it, not even reaching all the way around. “I’m gonna spoil you rotten.”

“Wait, that’s my job.” Josh piped up from across the room, trying to hide his tear-stained cheeks by wiping them vigorously.

“Actually, I’m her dad, so it’s my job.” Sam argued, making you giggle tiredly.

“Can one of your jobs be to come cuddle me? I just pushed that thing out of my vagina, I think I deserve to be spoiled too.” The soft and tender environment was broken by your joking, making them all laugh. Sam returned under the sheets, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. You focused on the shapes and patterns he was making, and melted into him when you realized he was spelling out your daughter’s name against your skin.

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Mess Makers- Josh Kiszka

A/N: Hi, this is my very first fanfic. So i wanna go ahead and preference that this is beginners writing so i apologize. Regardless, i really hope you enjoy if you happen to come across this tiny fic about Josh. Also, don’t mind the poor grammar:)) ENJOY!!

WARNINGS: Very fluffy and sweet. A tad bit steamy towards the end but nothing major.

“Josh”

“Yes, love?”

“Can you come help me with this?” you spoke from within the kitchen. “Be right there” he shouted from across the house.

You could hear the soft padding of his feet across the hardwood floor, slowly approaching.

Groaning with impatience, you paced the kitchen.

Finally, Josh makes his way into your shared kitchen, laughing in surprise. “It looks like a bomb went off in here. What happened mama?” he exclaimed. You cover your face in embarrassment, having expected a bit of teasing from him regarding your current situation. “Shut up, it’s not that bad. I may have just forgotten to screw on the lid to the mixer, which led to the mess you see all over our kitchen cabinets,” you grumble.

He sighs, pretending to be annoyed by your antics. “What am I gonna do with you? You seem to have a track record with making messes” he says cheekily. He is referring to your unfortunate mishap with a certain dog named Rosie. “That’s not fair, she dragged me into the water against my will,” you said with a forced frown, the smile your hiding threatening to slip through.

“Whatever you have to tell yourself, mama.” Josh grinned and trotted out of the room.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going? You said you would help me. You’re not being fair Joshua.” you gripe and swing your arms around in annoyance.

You hear him giggling in the back of the house, rummaging for something unbeknownst to you.

Searching through the cabinets, you dig around for a towel to wipe the messy kitchen down with. Josh returns silently, just gazing at you in awe while you complain about said towels being missing from its promising compartment. He continues watching, giggling to himself while he listens to your blatant annoyance.

Hearing the giggles behind you, you turn to look over your shoulder and squint your eyes at the culprit.

“Ahh, you must think this is all kinds of funny, don’t you?” you get up and storm over to the mixer that started all this mess to begin with. Asking yourself whether it would be worth making even more of a mess in the chance of getting revenge on your irritatingly cute boyfriend. Instead of giving yourself time to consider the consequences, you scoop cookie dough into the palm of your hand and throw it at him. Josh jumps back in surprise.

“Playing dirty sounds about right” he grins, launching himself toward you in an instant.

The cookie dough war continues for about five more minutes before Josh calls a truce, begging for your forgiveness and gentle kisses. He corners you with a wide smirk spreading across his face. He reaches out to swipe the cookie dough off the side of your cheek. His warm touch bringing you butterflies. Reaching up to warp your arms around his neck, the both of you gaze warmly into each others eyes, taking in the blissful moment together.

He leans forward and presses a gentle but deep kiss to your lips, sighing in content.

He finally takes in your appearance and the current state of your kitchen for the first time since it turned into your battleground. Huffing out a laugh, you glare at Josh. “You helped me make this mess, now you got to help clean it up,” you exclaim.

“Alright, alright I’ll help you clean it up, but can I finish my dessert first?” he looks at you, eyes blown wide with excitement and lust.

You roll your eyes, giggling at his change in demeanor. “I could never say no to that face, could I?” you whisper in his ear.

Josh grins till his cheeks hurt and hurriedly drags you out of the kitchen, to your awaiting bedroom.

He intends to keep both his promises of cleaning up all the messes he helped make, starting with you.

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New Josh fic out tonight:)) Hope you enjoy🫶

Sweet Nothings- Josh Kiszka

A/N: Hey guys, I’m back. I had a bit of writers block for a few weeks, but thankfully i’m back now. I’ve really enjoyed writing for Josh as of late, so hopefully this proves that to you. Enjoy this short friends to lovers fic:)))

Warnings: alcohol consumption. a tad bit of jealousy if you squint. Fluffy fluff.

Josh has never felt more pathetic in his life than he does right now. Sipping on his third drink of the evening, he grumbles into his cup.

Jake, Danny, Sam, and Josh had collectively agreed that a night full of drinks and pool sounded just right, after spending the past few weeks holed up in the studio. Josh had insisted that you join them for the evening, claiming that all you ever do anymore is overwork yourself, with work and school. Knowing Josh wouldn’t take no for an answer, you begrudgingly stalk out the door of your cozy home, wishing you could trot back inside to where its safe and warm.

The both of you had been attached to the hip for the past several years, after you were introduced by mutual friends. The two of you were two peas-in-a-pod, best friends even. You had been there when Josh had his heartbroken for the first time, and he in return was there for you when family ties became strained. You told each other everything, always an open book for the other to read, but perhaps there is one tiny secret the two of you had managed to keep for yourselves.

That secret is the reason Josh has remained miserable all evening since the two of you padded into the bar. Immediately after stepping into the bar, Sam swiped your hand into his and dragged you to an empty booth to chat, leaving poor Josh all alone with his brothers. Josh was slightly disappointed, having wanted to keep you to himself tonight, but relented when that pretty smile graced your features, after Sam had pulled you into a bear hug.

The night carried on with playful spirits and bets against a sorry game of pool. Sam had reluctantly allowed the both of you to return to the other boy’s sides, watching their current game of pool. You always had something smart to say when it was Josh’s turn, trying to sike him out for Danny’s sake.

The eight-ball was the only pawn left to strike, Josh glanced up, waiting to hear your next ridiculous remark towards him, only to find that you had disappeared into the sea of people near the bar.

Finishing the game, he roamed the room in search of you. A dazzling smile set across his face once his eyes landed on you propped up on a barstool, at the counter. The closer he got to you, the more that dazzling smile faded. Quickly, he realized you were not alone, but with some random guy, who looked at least seven inches taller than him. His eyes darted between the both of you, contemplating his next move.

Now, Josh had never been the jealous type, and never wanted to be, but as he stood there, dumbfounded, he felt it start to rumble along his chest. He all but sprinted towards the open seat between you and the man. Josh had startled you with his abrupt appearance, resolving you to clutch at your chest to steady your breathing.

“There you are, I’ve been searching this whole joint trying to find you. Why did you run off? You could have asked me to get you another drink, mama” he hollers out. Josh wraps his arm around the small of your back, bringing you closer into his side. You smile up at him.

“Josh, I’m a big girl, I can get my own drink, but thank you for the offer” you say, pulling away from his chest. “Shit sorry, this is Dean, he was telling me about a show he played last weekend here. He’s plays guitar in a band” you motion over him, pointing at Dean.

“Yeah it’s a pretty big deal and all. We just got scouted for a possible record deal, which is pretty huge. It’s complicated, you wouldn’t understand. The plus side is it gets me gorgeous girls, like this one” Dean says, attempting to reach towards you.

Josh scoffs, reaching forward to block Dean’s hands from touching you. “Your right, I guess we wouldn’t know. Alright mama, time to head out, come on” Josh stands, attempting to pull you out of your seat. You groan, not wanting to leave just yet, dying for one last drink. Of course, Dean offers to stay with you and keep the night going, but Josh shuts that down immediately.

Giving in, you drag yourself off the stool, biding Dean a goodnight and good luck with the rest of his night. The boys had already made it outside, patiently waiting on the two of you to make your grand exit. Josh guides you out, while you draw circles into the palm of his hand.

After hugging all the boys’ bye and making promises to have dinner sometime soon, the two of you climb into Josh’s car. Josh slid into the driver’s side once establishing that you were buckled in. He had sobered up long ago, after realizing you weren’t stopping anytime soon. To be honest, Josh always had a soft spot for your boozy alter ego, claiming you were sweeter when you had indulged a bit too much.

Reaching across the console, you attempt to sneakily tickle Josh’s side. Of course, he had seen it coming from a mile away and shoved your hand away playfully. You pout at having gotten caught, but Josh makes up for it by giving you his hand.

Pulling up your joint playlist, he clicks on your shared song If You Need To, Keep Time On Me by the Fleet Foxes. He begins the short journey back to your quiet home, humming softly to the song.

Meanwhile, you pull his free hand into your lap, tracing random patterns into the palm of his hand. “Josh will you sing to me?” you ask, looking at him with pleading eyes. “As you wish” he promises.

Josh continues to sing softly to you all the way home, stealing glances of your tired features here and there. Pulling into the driveway, he moves to unbuckle you, but quickly realizes you were fast asleep. He grins softly at you, tucking your wild hair behind your ear.

Finally, he gets you out of the car and safely through the front door with very little complaining from your exhausted body.

“Hey pretty girl, think you can make it to your bed? I’m going to set up camp out here. Do you need me to do anything before you head to bed?” Josh asks, whilst pulling off your boots. “Will you stay with me tonight, Joshy?” you mumble out into his shoulder, having rested your head there. “I am mama. I’ll be right here on the couch if you need-

“No, I mean, will you sleep with me? I don’t wanna be alone” you whisper. He tilts your head up to meet your eyes, rubbing softly at your jaw. “Of course, sweet girl. How bout you head up and get changed for bed, while I lock up. I won’t be long” he says, urging you to go ahead. The both of you smile, for a few minutes to long, everything around you forgotten. You reach out to touch him, your hand grazing the back of his neck.

“Josh, you’re my favorite person in the world, you know that?” you say, crimson dusting his face at your words. He opens his mouth to reply, but you continue babbling. “I’m so lucky to have you in my life. I don’t think I would have made it this far without your love and support. I don’t even want to imagine my life without you in it. You’re the first person to have every made me feel special and worthy of love and kindness. I don’t thank you enough for that. You mean the world to me. I think-I think I’m in love with you. No wait, I am in love with you. I understand if you don’t feel the same, but I don’t think I could live with myself any longer if I kept this from you. You deserve to know the truth” you spit out, looking anywhere but at him.

Josh remains silent, fully processing what you had just expressed to him.

Finally, you meet his eyes, finding them to be filled with love and reassurance. He beams at you, pulling you close into his chest.

“I love you too. I’m in love with you. I have been since the day I met you. You deserve the world, and if you let me, I want to be the one to give it to you” he whispers into your ear.

Josh pulls you close, softly kissing you, while rubbing loving hands across your waist. Pulling back, the two of you grin at one another, making silent promises to each other.

“Me and you, forever huh?”

“Forever, mama, just me and you”

Josh would have never complained if he knew his night would end up with the girl he loves most tucked away in his arms, whispering sweet nothings, until the sun rose high in the sky.

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It’s Always Been You, Pt. 2- Sam Kiszka

A/N: Hey guys, I made a part two to my favorite Sammy fic. I suggest you read part 1 before reading this, just because it may confuse you a bit. I’ll link part one underneath the authors note. Also, there may or may not be a drunken dance battle between Jake and Josh, but you’ll have to find out for yourself lol. I’m hoping it lives up to its standards. Love you all and hope you enjoy!!!

It’s Always Been You Pt. 1

Warnings: alcohol consumption. it gets hot and heavy towards the end, but no official smut.

New Years.

A night that has changed the trajectory of life itself, at least for you.

You and Sam remain tangled in each other’s arms out on his back porch. Giggling into one another, relishing in your giddiness.

Eventually the both of you decide to head back inside, wanting to wish loved ones a happy New Year. You mostly wanted to find Danny, having not spent New Year’s apart. The both of you quickly decide to keep your relationship between the both of you, wanting to relinquish in the secrecy a while longer.

Once back inside, you have to pry Sam off of you. Quickly, he begins to pout, clearly upset about the agreement to split up. Bringing his hands up to meet your mouth, you gently kiss his knuckles. Sam’s pout fades away, but your kisses create a new disaster in his mind.

Utterly entranced by the woman he loves most, Sam reluctantly leaves your side in search of his brothers, and you in return attempt to find Danny.

Sam finds Jake ( or should I say Oliver) and Josh in the center of his living room, dance battling their way into 2023. Clearly the twins were beyond the point of slight intoxication.

After what felt like hours of searching, you find Danny tucked into a corner, watching the twins dance about. You slide into Danny’s side, wrapping your arms around his hip. Danny holds you tight to his side. He kisses the top of your head, wishing you a happy new year. You and Daniel have been best friends for a long time, words no longer need to be shared to know just how much you appreciate each other. That’s why the two of you sit in comfortable silence, praying that the new year is filled with new memories together.

Eventually things calm down a bit, the party starts to dial down in numbers. Once all the partygoers say their goodbyes, only six of you remain. Josh, Jake, and Jake’s girlfriend find refuge on a makeshift pallet in Sam’s living room. Your slung across the couch, with your feet laying in Danny’s lap. Sam is sitting across the room from you, but his eyes haven’t left yours since you sat down. You can’t stop giggling, because Sam keeps staring you down and smiling wide.

Once the sun starts to rise, everyone is peacefully sound asleep. Ringing in the New Year is going to hurt like a bitch, I’m afraid.

A few weeks have passed since your relationship with Sam began. The two of you have managed to keep your blooming relationship between you to. Not for fear of criticism from the others, but just enjoying the secrecy of it all.

After that night, you’ve found yourself staying at Sam’s house much more often than not, soaking up any time you have together. Being Sam’s girlfriend came with all the pluses. Waking up to him gazing down at you, washing and braiding his beautiful hair for him, and dates in the park with Rosie. Dancing with Sammy in the kitchen, at Midnight, had to have been your favorite memory. You love everything Sam, whether it actually be him or something that reminds you of him.

Same goes for him of course, Sam basically worships the ground you walk on. You’re the light of his life and he will never get enough of you. Sam pined for you for many years, the last thing he wants to do is make you feel unloved by him. That’s why, he goes to the greatest lengths to provide you the love you deserve, nothing less.

Josh has finally requested you come to the studio to hear some of the new music, after having begged you at the new year’s party to promise you would.

You agree to go, but not until later that evening because you have work. Watching the time slowly tick bye, you ask yourself why the universe is out to get you. You and Sam hadn’t seen each other all week, due to conflicting work schedules, so your practically jumping out of your seat excited to see him. Of course, you get a text from him basically begging you to get out of work early to come see him, but you begrudgingly decline, not wanting to lose your job.

Once getting off work, you make haste in getting home to change into something more comfortable. You go with good old reliable, selecting some comfy pants, a cropped tank, and a sweater. Its basic, but you look cute as fuck anyway so who cares. Many would say she looks ready for bed, but Sam thinks she looks heavenly.

You arrive at the studio and struggle to navigate what room they are in. Sooner than later, you hear Josh chatting away with someone, so you seek out his voice.

Upon arrival into the small yet cozy studio room, you spot Josh on the phone. Immediately, you scan the room for the man you’ve been dying to see. Only to find he is sitting inside the booth, clearly setting up to play his parts. Swooning at the sight of Sam, you stand and admire the man you love, taking in his beauty. Sam hasn’t spotted you yet, too caught up in the task at hand.

Danny lays across the small couch, eyes closed shut. Jake is nowhere to be found at the moment. You dart straight towards Danny, poking at his chest. He jerks awake, looking around in surprise. He relaxes when he realizes it’s just you. Danny pulls you down onto the couch with him.

“Hey Bug, I figured you wouldn’t show, considering how exhausted you sounded over the phone,” Danny whispers, not wanting to disturb Josh on the phone. “And miss seeing your brilliant mind at work? I don’t think so Wagner” you chuckle out. The two of you catch each other up on what’s been going on the past few days, not having seen each other for a while. Danny is in the middle of telling you about Jake and Josh’s ridiculous argument that happened the other day, when you hear it.

Sam has started to play. He looks lost in the music, becoming one with it. You can’t help but gawk in amazement. Sure, you’ve seen him play and perform thousands of times by now, but this feels different, maybe even new.

Danny smiles at you, knowing how you feel for Sam, (but not knowing about your relationship lol sorry Dan).

Almost like Sam could feel your eyes on him, his eyes shoot open. His movements falter, but only for a quick second. Quickly, you turn back to meet Danny’s eyes, all flustered and blushing. Danny snickers at your behavior. After what felt like a lifetime, Sam’s playing ceased.

You remained planted in your seat, chatting with Danny. You felt like prey, feeling Sam’s eyes all over you. Danny excuses himself, claiming he needed to go get ready to play his part.

Just like that you were alone, but not for long.

Hands find their way to your head, caressing your hair. Your breath hitches, not expecting him to be behind you.

“I’ve missed my pretty girl,” Sam whispers into your ear.

Fuck me, why is this man so perfect you think. Your hand goes in search of his wrist, fingers grazing his rough skin. You tug at his hand wanting to see his face. Sam plops down right in front of you, grinning.

This man is going to be the death of me.

Sam scans the room, making sure no one is paying the both of you any attention. He reaches across the space between you, tucking some of your hair behind your ear, so he ca get a better look at you. While he tugs his lip between his teeth, you smile up at him, resisting the urge to pull him into a kiss.

Eventually the both of you pull back from one another, but remain close enough to feel his side against you. Sam asks about your week, wanting to know every detail. The two of you quietly talked until Danny started to play within the booth. Josh gets to work on mixing some stuff up. Sam slyly guides his hand next to yours, reaching his pinky out to hook it with yours.

The palpable tension only seems to grow thicker as the both of you remain side by side. All the sudden, you jump from your seat, making the excuse that you need to find a bathroom. In reality, you need a moment to yourself so you didn’t combust from Sam’s teasing actions. Looking back at Sam, you find his eyes boring into yours. You rush out of the room. After making it to the bathroom, you stand staring at yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks are stained red and your hair is disheveled. After a few minutes of hyping yourself up to go back in there, you find yourself stepping out into the empty hallway. Rounding the corner, you get tugged back into someone.

Sam pulls you back into the bathroom. He makes quick work of shutting the door, and then proceeds to push you up into it. Sam smiles at you before diving into the crook of your neck, leaving savory kissed across the open canvas.

“Looks like someone is excited to see me,” you say sweetly. You can feel his smirk against your neck. He pulls himself up to meet your eyes and smiles.

“Hi”

“Hi”

The both of you fall into a fit of laughter.

You gently push at his chest, moving past him to situate yourself on the bathroom counter. He quickly slots his way between your legs, rubbing shapes into the tops of your thighs. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him flush against you. You peck the tip of his nose, before guiding his lips towards yours.

While it may look like the two of you are making out in a bathroom like hormonal teenagers, (because that’s exactly what your doing), intimacy with Sam was never awkward. The both of you laughed and were silly even during moments like this. Sam has always been playful and helped you learn how to relax. You loved him even more in moments like this.

You frustratingly pull apart, needing air. He leans his head against yours, both of you panting. You hope the overwhelming euphoria you feel with Sam never ends. Wide grins splay themselves across your faces. You yank Sam close by his collar, pushing your lips against his. The bathroom door swings open.

“Oh…. Oh god sorry. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you both were in here.”

Jake had to make his inevitable entrance at some point, why not now?

You and Sam pull apart, eyes wider than your heads. You both look at Jake, then each other. You start hysterically laughing, which makes Sam die out laughing. Jake continues to stand there, awkwardly chuckling. Once you’ve calmed down, you assure Jake its fine. He agrees not to say a word about the two of you, as long as you start locking doors. Jake closes the door, rushing to get out of the weird situation he just walked in on.

You and Sam sit silently, processing what just happened.

“Well”

“Well”

You both grin at each other, realizing what must come next.

“We have to tell them now,” Sam grimaces out.

“I know, but can we just have a few more minutes in our bubble?” you plead.

“I thought you’d never ask, my sweet Bug,” he pulls you close, smiling wide into another loving kiss.

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Hope you enjoyed!!!

you’re the one I want

cabin days with bestfriend!josh you are in love with

a/n : this is my first time writing for gvf or at all on here so pls be kind and any support would be appreciated <3333

cabin get away with bestie josh would include

so so so many long hikes with you complaining and him yelling from ahead how awesome the view is gonna be

lots of hugs and hand holding with you blushing your ass off

him trying to surprise you with breakfast in bed but ends up messing it up and delivering what’s left to you while pouting like a lost dog

going to the lake and he can’t stop looking at you bc he just thinks you are so beautiful

getting insecure when the boys come to go skinny dipping and josh reminding you that your perfect to him and everyone else

sitting outside smoking a joint and accidentally telling him how you feel

You sat next to josh on the porch swing passing a joint back and forth waiting for the boys to bring some equipment to practice.

“Do you believe in soulmates?” you say randomly after taking your third hit. It was getting to you now and all you could focus on was the was cloudy feeling in your head and the way josh smiled at the sunset.

“I believe we make soul connections with multiple people throughout our life. I don’t think all soulmates are necessarily romantic. We meet so many people I doubt we could have just one soulmate” he blurts out while rocking the swing lightly with his legs. “So yes?” you ask giggling at his rambling on the subject.

He looks at you and smiles like he knows something you don’t, making you laugh uncontrollably with the help of the joint being passed around. “Any soulmates you have right now Mr.Philosopher” you whisper in a sarcastic sultry voice leaning into him.

He looks at you and smiles “Lots of platonic ones like Jake and some people i’ve met on tour. Including you” he says gently. You lean back and frown at the use of the word “Platonic”. Sitting up and handing him the joint you whisper more to yourself than him “Oh”.

“Did i say something wrong?” he asks eying your frowning form apologetically. You look at him while getting up wiping a few stray tears “I just read this wrong i’m sorry” you say before the water works start and walking into the house only wanting the comfort of your bed and sleep.

It must have been 3 hours or so and you wake to a starry night and the boys rehearsing an unknown song in the basement. You walk to your bathroom and take in your from. Tear stained face, your usual tan skin looking paler and more blotchy than before, and you hair tangled from falling asleep in such an unflattering position.

You knew you had fo freshen up before seeing the boys and especially josh, but were you really ready to after humiliating yourself like that.

After about 15 of pondering and another 20 showering and getting dressed you decided to head down and watch them rehearse. Much to your delight danny’s girlfriend was downstairs already snacking on some popcorn. “Y/n! Your finally awake! I was so looking forward to escaping these weirdos” she says with genuine excitement. You smile at her and take a seat next to her on the small couch.

“At your service m’lady” you say softly while getting under the blanket with her. After knowing her all these years you never could quite get around her bright personality. You make eye contact with josh while he scribbles something down in a thick worn journal.

“What’s up y/n? You came in so silent i didn’t even notice you” Sammy says giving you a a big hug. Out of all the brothers you have to say Sam was your little therapist bestie. “McKenzie literally shouted when i came and you didn’t notice?” you say laughing softly. “Yeah but when is she not shouting or being loud” he says throwing some unknown object at her making her scream. “See” he saying smirking at you.

“Let’s take 5” josh offers to the boys who happily oblige. Yoi walk over to the fridge offering all of them water trying to make yourself useful. When you reach josh standing alone in the back of the room, your eyes avoid his own. “Look at me please” he says softly. Your eyes slowly reach his face. Your taken aback by how sad he looks. You frown hoping you aren’t the cause of your best friends displeasure.

“Talk to me” he whispers on your ear so only you can hear. “I’m sorry josh” you say feeling guilty for the tears welling in his eyes. He sighs and looks behind you, a faraway look in his eye. “Please don’t be sorry baby” he says in his normal voice level. You walk to the couch and he follows. You were lucky everyone else had ventured upstairs, you definitely couldn’t have whatever talk that’s to come with prying eyes.

You both sit in silence for a few minutes before he swallows thickly and speaks up. “I never meant to upset you. Seeing you cry like that. I-i never want to be the cause of your sadness baby.” hr says letting his tears flow freely down his face.You smile at the use of the pet name he used so frequently. You turned to him and tried your best to speak clearly with your tears.

“I’m sorry josh. I took this the wrong way and it’s my fault. I cant get mad that you don’t feel the same” i say somberly. Josh looks at you bewildered. “I do feel the same about you y/n. You have been there for me and with me 110% sine we met. You are my best friend and my other half. I should have told you years ago” he says getting himself worked up.

You look at him with adoration and relief. How is this man real. “Are you gonna say something?” he asks eyeing you like you might disappear randomly. “Your the one i want”

a/n! ok i hope this is a good first post:)) i know my writing isn’t it’s best and this feels a little rushed but there’s more on the way <33

working with the boys would include

sammy whining and complaining every…single…time he thinks the outfits don’t look flattering on him ( him just being his dramatic self)

jake constantly trying to teach you guitar and you finally saying yes after monthsssss of his constant attempts.

josh finding inspiration in everything around him and always coming to you for the approval of his favorite ideas

danny always trying to help you get ready as fast as possible when your late to recordings, rehearsals, and mic checks

sammy always having sleepovers at your apartment and doing his skincare routine with you

danny, mckenzie, and you going mini golfing on days off

josh always offering to ride you home and you making fun of his driving “skills”

danny and you ( the active social media starz 😻) always begging jake to change “the pants”

the boys inviting you on camping, road, and hiking trips

taking josh with you when you go clothes shopping because this boy has immaculate taste

jake taking you with him on snack runs when you hang (+🍃) with the boys and letting you have aux

jake and josh letting you do their makeup because they think they look different and josh “deserves to have a moment of individuality without jake copying him every 5 minutes” (get it…they are five minutes apart…)