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Alright, wrote a little something for all the gresties who struggle with storm anxiety like I do. I see you, I feel you, you’re not alone. You’re not crazy for feeling anxious or afraid. Like seriously you’re not, my messages and asks are ALWAYS open. I really hope these help you all in some way ❤️
Now, then… This is how I imagine the boys would comfort you during a storm:
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Jake:
Night time storms were one of your biggest fears. Everything was even more dangerous, with the decrease in visibility. That unsettled you to an unexplainable, unhealthy amount.
If there was a tornado, you wouldn’t see it coming and that was more than enough to send your anxiety soaring to heights that you couldn’t come down from at times.
You sat on the edge of the bed, listening intently to the weatherman on the screen. Everything he was saying was somehow going in one ear and out the other, besides the part where he’d said “tornado.”
“Jake??” you called for him, worry laced so heavily in your voice.
His footsteps were coming down the hall immediately. “What’s the matter, baby?”
All you could muster was a shaky, pointed finger towards the TV screen.
Jake watched and listened for a moment, before looking over at you with a softening expression.
“Oh, love…” Jake ran his fingers through your hair soothingly. “It’s gonna miss us… See?” He pointed to the TV.
But that wasn’t good enough for you.
“But what if it turns this way??” you question seriously, watching the Counties under said tornado warning scroll along the bottom of the screen. “I mean…It could happen…”
Jake stayed quiet for a moment, trying to think of the best way to help soothe you or make you feel at least a little bit safer.
Your head snapped to the window as wild lightning flashed from outside, then snapped back towards Jake with even more worry evident in your eyes.
“Baby, It’s okay,” he spoke gently but firmly. “Do you wanna sit in the bathtub until it passes? Would that make you feel better?”
It felt ridiculous - for you and Jake to squish into the bathtub for no reason other than for the sake of your anxiety, but you knew it would help. Jake knew it would help and he would do anything to make you feel safe.
Jake grabbed a couple of extra blankets and tossed them down in the tub, leaving one to lay over your shaking body.
He got in first and sat down, then, reached his hand up to stable you as you stepped in. You sat down between his legs, letting him pull you back against his chest. Both of his arms wrapped securely around your waist, squeezing reassuringly.
“I’ve got you, love,” he whispered calmly. “We’re not going anywhere. We’re okay. You’re safe right here with me.”
Sam:
Thunder shook the walls of your house, jolting you out of what had been a peaceful sleep.
Once you adjusted, you could hear the wind banging things around, the rain - sounding more like hail - hitting against the windows a roof. The lightning lit up your room as if it were daytime.
You sat up in the bed, running your hands through your hair with an uneven exhale of a breath.
“Love bug,” Sam mumbled from beside you, startling your further - not realizing he was awake.
Your head snapped to look back at him and he continued in a gentle command, “Lay back down.”
More lightning lit up the room and a particularly rough gust of wind shook the window, causing you to avert your attention from Sam entirely.
He sighed knowingly, sitting up to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you down himself.
“Sammy,” you whimpered.
“Shhh,” he hushed you softly, pulling you against him and enveloping your body. “I’ve got you, bug. I’ve got you.”
You tried your best to settle down and relax into Sam. He started to draw little patterns into your arm, squeezing you in his arms every so often to let you know he wasn’t gonna let go.
“You’re so beautiful… you know that?” Sammy asked softly, speaking as though he would scare you further if he talked too loud.
You hummed in acknowledgment to his words, but couldn’t find it in you to form up a better response. Thankfully, he wasn’t looking for one.
“You’re the prettiest girl in the world…” he continued, his voice already starting to calm you as he knew it would. “So smart, and funny… so sweet. So, so sweet. You’re so strong and brave, aren’t you?”
“M’trying…” you mumbled quietly, trying to let sleep overtake you before more anxiety could instead.
“You are,” Sammy corrected. “So strong. And you’re safe… Right here with me. I’ve got you. I’ll be right here when you wake up, love bug.”
Josh:
Storm after storm; it never seemed to end. You would be blessed with a few days of sunshine, only to be bombarded with more severe weather in the wake of those sunny, warm, days.
Of course, to you inconvenience, this time around the storms just had to be hitting at night.
“Mama, you can’t stay up all night.” Josh argued lightly - worriedly.
“But what if our phones don’t go off for a warning and we don’t get woken up? What if-“
“Baby, please,” Josh pleaded lightly, crouching down in front of where you were sat anxiously on the edge of the couch. “You need sleep. We both do. You shouldn’t stay up in here and scare yourself even more.”
He was right, if he went to bed and you stayed up, that would just make it worse - not having him next to you.
“We can turn the bedroom TV on, yeah?” Josh reasoned. “We can turn it on, I’ll make sure the volume on my phone is up all the way… It’ll be okay. Just come lay down with me, okay?”
With a defeated sigh, you got up and followed Josh to your shared bedroom. To your surprise, the TV was already set to the Weather Channel and his phone was plugged in on his nightstand.
“How’d you know I’d give in?” You questioned him, trying to sound playful but still just sounding anxious.
“I didn’t, but I wanted to be ready just in case,” Josh answered, climbing into the bed. “C’mere.”
You climbed in beside him, watching him as he leaned over and flipped off the lamp on his nightstand. He picked up his phone and held it out in front of you.
“See?” He pressed the volume buttons on the side. “Volumes all the way up, mama. If it goes off, I promise it will wake us up.”
You nodded and sunk down into the blankets, feeling surprisingly calmer than you were feeling before.
Josh, laid on his back next to you, guided your head to his chest.
It was silent for a few minutes, save for the faint sounds of the weatherman talking away on the TV, until Josh began to sink quietly.
“Kiss me once, then kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again…
It’s been a long, long time…”
You couldn’t help the content sigh that fluttered out of you, the anxious feelings in your body being overtaken by the gently melody that Josh was filling the room with.
“Haven’t felt like this, my dear
Since I can’t remember when…
It’s been a long, long time.”
The sounds of thunder and wind and rain, faded into background noise as Josh continued to lull you to sleep with his voice, not stopping until he was positive you were sound asleep.
Danny:
“Babe?” Danny called, finally returning home late from the studio.
The storms had kept them stuck there for a few extra hours, but the second a break in between storms came, Danny was rushing home to get to you.
He searched around for a moment rather frantically, before finding you laid out in the floor of your walk in closet with blankets and pillows.
“Baby girl,” he couldn’t help the surprised chuckle that slipped out of him at the sight before him. “How long have you been chilling in the closet??”
“Uhhh,” you started, looking at the time on your phone. “Since the first tornado warning…”
“Babe, that was 4 hours ago.” Danny stepped in carefully, sitting down next to you.
“I’m so sorry,” he sighed weakly. “I should have just stayed home with you today.”
“No, no, it’s okay,” you assured him.
“Do you wanna come into the bedroom…?” Danny asked hesitantly. “We can cuddle on the bed…?”
You looked out into the bedroom, then back down at your phone that had just lit up with another warning.
“Could we… Do you think we could cuddle in here?” you asked him seriously with a sheepish expression.
A little hint of a smile tugged at his lips, “Yeah, we can stay in here.”
Danny slid underneath the blankets beside you, tugging you securely into his side and placing your legs over top of his.
“You wanna hear about to Kiszka Studio chronicle of the day?” Danny asked, making an attempt to focus your attention elsewhere.
You looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue.
“So, after one of the storms… Jake insisted on going out and looking at the hail,” Danny began, the exasperation already clear in his tone. “It was fuckin’ massive. So, of course, he brings a couple of them back inside with him and he tossed one at Sam, but Sam missed it and it hit his bass…”
You genuine gasp jolts out of you, knowing good and well that Sam was very cautious with his instruments. “Did Sam kill him??”
Danny giggled at that.
“Not… yet? I don’t know. There was a lot of yelling after that, but he didn’t kill him,” Danny continued, laughing lightly. “You know Sam, though… he’s ruthless. He’ll get him back.”
@twistedmelodies @ourlovegrows @doodle417
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To Find Ourselves
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Pairing: Jake Kiszka and Female Reader
Summary: Jake makes a decision on a whim and surprises you
Warnings: Shaving and mentions of sex
Word Count: 1.3k
You sat on your living room couch, covered in blankets, with a glass of wine in one hand, and a bowl of popcorn in the other. An ice cold, untouched beer rested on the coffee table in front of you, waiting for Jake.
“Jake!” You called towards the upstairs, “I’m gonna press play without you!” 
It was Saturday night and you and Jake opted to stay in for the night. Usually, on weekends, the two of you liked to visit all your regular spots with his brothers and your friends, drinking and smoking until the early morning hours. But things had been hectic lately and the two of you just wanted a quiet night in. Between his recent shows and him recording every day, Jake was busier than ever. You had barely seen him these past two weeks and you couldn’t wait to just be with him. 
On top of that, Jake had been quiet lately. He didn’t seem like himself. Something was off but you couldn’t put your finger on it. It was almost as if he wasn’t happy with himself. You figured maybe he was stressed with work and he’d come out of whatever funk he was in, soon. Hopefully having a quiet night in would make him feel a bit better.
It was around 10 pm and the house was dark and still. The movie, popcorn, and drinks were all ready. The only thing you were waiting on was Jake.
“I’ll be down in a minute,” he called with the bathroom door muffling his voice. 
Jake had been in the bathroom for a while- at least fifteen minutes. You heard mostly silence that was broken up with the sound of the sink turning on and off every so often, along with his voice mumbling the words “shit” and “fuck” once or twice. 
The sink turned off for the final time and after a minute or two and the sound of the bathroom opening echoed down the hall, followed by the sound of Jake’s footsteps getting louder as he came down the stairs. You pressed play on the remote and placed it back down on the coffee table. 
Jake walked into the living room and turned off the overhead lights upon entering. The only light in the room came from the faint glow of the TV hanging on the wall. 
You watched his silhouette grab the beer off the coffee table and lay down next to you on the couch. He leaned his back against the arm of the couch and spread his legs out. 
“Come lay with me,” he whispered.
You took a sip of your wine, placed it back onto the coffee table, and crawled in between his legs. 
You rested your head on his chest and placed the bowl of popcorn on the edge of the couch right in front of the two of you. He adjusted the blanket on top of the two of you and fully covered both your bodies with it. He rubbed your back just a bit to create some friction to warm you up and push your body into his more. 
“Mmm,” you hummed, “you smell good.”
You lifted your head a bit and took a deep breath, letting the smell of him fill your lungs. With his face just inches away from yours, the smell of his cologne mixed with the scent of aftershave lingering on his skin instantly gave away what he had been doing in the bathroom.
“Shaved?” you asked casually as you grabbed a couple of pieces of popcorn out of the bowl and popped them into your mouth. 
“Yeah. Just cleaned it up a little,” he replied.
He rubbed your back with one hand and held his beer in the other as the opening credits of the movie played on. 
Just relaxing with him was exactly what you had missed the most these past few weeks. Just from his tone, you could tell he was feeling just a little better too.
“Jake?” you whispered.
“What?” he whispered back, looking down at you. You could only see the general outline of his face in the darkness of the living room.
“I just missed you, that’s all,” you said sweetly to him. 
“Missed you too, my love,” he whispered as he leaned down to kiss you. 
The kiss was sweet and his lips were soft. 
But the kiss felt different. It was almost as if it was too soft. 
“Jake.” You said in a monotonous voice. 
“Hm?” 
“Turn the lights on.” You demanded. 
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
He reached his arm out to the end table next to him, placed his beer down, and turned on a small lamp, letting a soft warm glow fill the room.
You sat up in between his legs and gave him a good look. Your eyes widened at the sight of him in the light. 
His face was completely bare. The mustache and tiny little beard he had been growing since the spring was gone. Absolutely gone.
He was looking at you, holding back a smile. 
“You-” you started, speechless.
“I-” he mimicked, giggling.
“You shaved it all?” 
He nodded quickly, looking very pleased with himself.
“What? Why?”
He shrugged, “I got tired of it. Didn’t really like how it looked anyway. I like myself better like this I think,” 
You leaned into him and rested your forearms on his chest. You brought your hands up to his face and rubbed the smooth skin on his cheeks with your thumbs. You ran your thumb over his lips and where his mustache used to be. You traced down the sides of his mouth and rubbed your thumb on his now bare chin, feeling the perfectly smooth skin at the tip of it.
He looked a bit different than he had looked for a few months now. But he looked absolutely perfect, bare face and all. He looked like the Jake you first fell in love with.
“You look so handsome,” you whispered. 
He gave you a sweet smile and you could see pure joy in his eyes. You could tell he felt good about himself. And you could tell that your positive reaction to the change he made made him happy.
You leaned forward and kissed him softly. You broke apart from him and you both smiled at each other for a moment before he went in for more, kissing you again. Almost instantly, he deepened the kiss, going for more of you. Your moved your legs to straddle one of his thighs. His hands snuck up your back, under your shirt, and yours reached up to cup his face, feeling the new smoothness of his cheeks and neck under your fingertips. 
He pulled away and left a trail of wet, open mouth kisses down your neck. His lips were smoother than ever and slid over your skin perfectly. It was a feeling that had gone away for sometime, but was now back with full force. He worked his way back up and connected his lips to yours again.
This time, you pulled back and gave the side of his mouth, right where his mustache used to end, a small kiss before you attached your lips to his neck. You left a trail of kisses up his neck and towards his ear, as the scent of aftershave intoxicated you. He moaned as you reached a sweet spot just below his ear. 
“You’re not the only one who shaved,” you whispered in his ear as you gave his earring a flick of your tongue. 
Jake immediately sucked in a breath at your words and froze.
“Fuck the movie,” he said as he moved his body to get up off the couch, forcing you to get up off him first. 
You stood up and the blanket that was once covering the two of you instantly fell to the floor. Jake picked it up as he got up and threw it onto the couch, not caring where it fell. 
The two of you giggled as you ran upstairs, one behind the other, to enjoy some much needed alone time with each other; even if it wasn’t the relaxing movie night you had planned. 
Author’s Note:
I hope you enjoyed! Short and sweet, just like the lifespan of Jake’s beloved facial hair. RIP Jakestache. You may not have been loved by all, but you were loved by me. As always, let me know what you think in my ask! 
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kiszkatism · 1 year
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pov: your camera roll if you were dating josh kiszka
part 2
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shopping with him
love letters he sends u
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saving this picture from twitter just to text it to him and say “i like ur butt”
walks through the woods
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prepping for a night with the boys
little man doing his thing
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picture danny sent u with the message “lovebirds”
“play me a song?”
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“why are you always taking pictures of me?” “because you’re always so pretty”
date night
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alwysthre · 1 year
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how they like to hug you | gvf headcanon #1
author’s note: just something quick i started writing today after thinking about what it’s like to hug them /: i’d love to do more headcanons like this, so if you have any requests send them here! as always, enjoy <3
Josh
hugging josh would feel like a breath of fresh air. it’d start out slow - the two of you in line at your favorite coffee shop, josh standing behind you. it’d be a little chilly, with the door opening and closing as customers came and went, so josh would keep himself close. slowly but surely his arms would wrap around you from behind and his chin would rest against your shoulder, fingers clasping together in your front. he’d probably whine in your ear about how cold he was and then rattle off his order again just in case you may have forgotten (his words) and you’d give him a nod in response, but really you’re too focused on the way he feels pressed up against you. he’d notice the way you relaxed almost instantly in his arms and he’d smile to himself, swaying the two of you back and forth before it was your turn to order (and he’d sadly have to let go of you).
Jake
hugging jake would be a little different. he wouldn’t be as clingy as josh is, keeping the pda to a minimum when you were out in public. it’s only when he’s had a few too many drinks that he can’t keep his hands off of you, completely wrapping himself around you because he needs to be close to you. he’ll find you over in the corner talking to someone late in the night - probably josh - and just completely fall into you, his arms sliding around your waist to hug you to him. he’d rest his cheek against your shoulder or bury his face against your neck and just stay like that. you’re not even phased at this point, neither is josh, and the two of you continuing your conversation as if nothing had even happened. you’d comb your fingers through his hair with your free hand while the other grips onto your drink that you’ve been nursing most of the night, watching josh as he animatedly tells you another one of his crazy stories. it wouldn’t be much longer until jake was pulling back from you, rosy cheeks and all, asking if you guys could head home for the night. and even as you were telling your goodbyes to everyone on your way out, jake would be hanging off of you with a dopey little smile. 
Danny 
danny gives some of the warmest hugs. especially on the days when you’re not feeling the best. he’d wrap his arms around you and all your worries would vanish. he was a bit taller than you so you were able to tuck yourself into his side while he let his chin rest against your head, giving your body another squeeze before letting his hands roam against your back. his touch was soft. barely there. but... it was enough to have your erratic breathing go back to a normal pace and the tears that were once falling to disappear. after a few minutes of silence he’d pull back to look you over, probably wiping away a few stray tears before giving you a small smile and telling you in the most gentle voice, “i love you. you know that, right?”
Sam
sam would constantly be touching you. hugging you. always keeping you close. there was not a moment where sam was not touching you. he’d probably go insane. he’s a hugger, so every little thing you’d do for him he’d give you his praises while pulling you into his chest, and pressing an overly dramatic kiss to your head (with a loud mwah! thank you, my love!). other times... it’s much softer. gentler. the two of you off to the side of the dance floor as you watch the bride and groom - a friend of a friend - take their first dance. sam would wrap his arms around your waist from behind and pull you flush against him, the two of you swaying to the beat of the song. your hands would instinctively lay over his and he’d nose at your cheek before pressing a kiss there, moving his lips to your ear to whisper, “that’ll be us next.”
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toddsbluesweater · 1 year
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okay so very very far-fetched josh kiszka headcanon:
instead of you wearing his clothes, i feel like he'd wear yours?! i don't think he'd ask either, like you could just be hanging out with him and he goes to the bathroom or sth except he actually goes to steal your favorite sweater and comes back with it on plus the most triumphant grin plastered on his face. and it's not like you could ever get mad at him for it (even if he ends up never giving it back, which i can almost guarantee) bc he's just so adorably happy about it..............
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indigostreaking · 1 year
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Can you possibly do a head cannon about the boys comforting the reader during her period? 🤍
Absolutely, nonnie! This is so cuuuuute! I’m so sorry this took so long 😭
It’s only fitting that I finish this request while on my period 😂
Josh:
You had woken up this morning to excruciating cramps and much to your utter mortification a bloody spot on Josh’s blindingly white sheets. He, of course, had brushed off all of your apologies, insisting that they weren’t necessary. “It’s natural, mama, part of the beauty of humanity and being a woman and all that,” he waved his hand with a flourish and flashed you a toothy grin. You shook your head before doubling over as another cramp hit. He winced at your pain, not wanting to ever see you hurting. He quickly disappeared and you heard the water in the bathroom turn on as he drew you a bath, filled with your favorite essential oils. He walked back into the bedroom to find you hugging your knees to your chest as you held your breath. “C’mere, let me,” he said quietly as he tugged your oversized shirt over your head and pulled you to your feet. He reached for the waistband of your panties, but you shirked his grasp. “Baby,” he scolded you gently, “I’m just going to put them in the wash for you. I know they’re your favorite comfy clothes…” You loosed a sigh before stepping out of them and crumpling them up so he couldn’t see the evidence. “Thank you,” you murmured with a weak smile as he helped you into the warm water. After a while, he returned with a fresh towel that he wrapped you in as you stepped out. He wrapped his arms around you, enveloping you completely and placing soft, sweet kisses across your bare shoulders. “Feel better?” He asked as he pulled you impossibly close, not caring that your hair was dripping and soaking his shirt. “Mhmm…but Josh, I’m so sorry about-” you began, but he cut you off. “I promise it’s okay, baby…they’re just sheets,” he whispered as he kissed your cheek. “Come meet me in the living room?” He looked mischievous, but he almost always did, especially with that Cheshire Cat grin he wore far too regularly. “Josh and y/n movie night?” You asked excitedly and his smile widened. “We haven’t had one in so long,” you whined. “Take out too?” You asked even more enthusiastically, suddenly realizing how hungry you were. “Yup, already on the way. Our favorite Chinese place downtown, and before you ask, yes I remembered to ask for the chopsticks and extra fortune cookies,” he added dramatically.
Jake:
After a particularly long day at work, you were really looking forward to changing into comfy clothes and cuddling up next to your human heater of a boyfriend to watch his cooking shows before bed. Your cramps and bloating had been killing you all day, and you were exhausted. As soon as you stepped in the front door, a delicious scent welcomed you. “Welcome home, love!” Jake called out as you kicked off your shoes and hung up your coat and keys. You sauntered into the kitchen and found him stirring a big pot of what appeared to be tortellini soup. He was only in a pair of flannel pajama pants with his hair up in a wet bun, fresh from the shower and ready for cuddles. You wrapped your arms around his waist as you hugged him from behind, placing a kiss on his exposed shoulder blade while watching him. “Hey baby, smells good,” you murmured against his warm skin. He giggled at the sensation before replying, “Good. I know you’ve had a hard day, so I thought it might help. There’s also a bath drawn, a fresh towel, and a clean pair of cozy pajamas laid out on our bed…why don’t you go get ready while I finish up in here, okay?” You pinched his butt as you walked away, both of you laughing. After your bath and getting ready for the night, you walked back in to find Jake had already placed two bowls of soup on the coffee table, poured you each a drink, dimmed the lights and lit your favorite candles. Peak relaxation. He was seated on the couch with the remote in hand, scrolling through Netflix, trying to decide what to turn on. “You look cute,” he smirked as you walked into his view. “Jake, you didn’t say they were matching pajamas…I love them so much!” You were nearly in tears over that gesture alone. He patted the seat next to him, beckoning you closer. You obliged, sinking down in the cushion beside him. “I love you so much,” he replied as he leaned in to kiss your temple.
Danny:
From your cozy spot in bed, you could hear the front door open and Danny’s keys jingle before falling into the glass bowl by the door. The soft rustle of the plastic grocery bags as they bounced off his thigh while he walked let you know he was coming to you. “Hey baby,” he said softly as he pushed open the bedroom door. He offered a gentle smile as you turned to face him. “I was hoping I’d make it back before you woke up from your nap…but I got you a few things while I was out,” he said as he sat down on the edge of the bed, placing his hand on your lower tummy, right where you’d been cramping all morning. You puckered your lips expectantly, waiting for him to lean in and kiss you. “Thank you baby,” you replied sleepily as he leaned away. He sat the bags down on the bed, pulling out 3 different brands of variety pack tampons and 4 packs of pads. He blushed as your eyes widened, “I wasn’t sure what brand you wanted and then I realized there were sizes…” His voice trailed off as you giggled and put your hand on his thigh, squeezing lightly in reassurance. “Anyways, I called my sister and she said that you’d probably want midol, chocolate, and salty snacks, so I grabbed everything I could find,” he laughed this time, dumping out an entire bag of different chocolate themed candy bars, chips, trail mix, and the value sized box of Midol. “You’re the sweetest human in the world, Daniel Wagner. I don’t know how I got so lucky,” you beamed up at him.
Sammy:
You and Rose were cuddled on the couch, with the brindle dog resting her head in your lap as you watched tv. A FaceTime notification came through, and your heart fluttered. “Hey Sammy!” You said excitedly as the call connected. “Well hello there beautiful! How are my favorite girls?” He asked with a bright smile as he leaned back on a pile of white pillows, already in bed. “Rosie had such a good day, didn’t you girl?” You sweet talked the pup and angled the camera so Sam could see her wagging her tail. “She got to play with her friend at the park-you remember that chocolate lab that she really likes?” You brought the camera back to yourself and saw Sam just completely enamored with you, listening intently with a easy grin. “Yeah,” he replied with a laugh. “Rose,” he began sternly, “you be careful around those boys..boys are nothing but trouble.” Ever the protective dad. You laughed loudly and Sam echoed it before asking you, “What about you, angel, how was your day?” You sighed and made a face. “I started my period yesterday, so today I’ve been cramping and starving…and now I’m just missing you,” you admitted softly. “I miss you, too,” he sighed. “Oh! Flip open the ottoman really quick,” he beamed at you as he waited. You sat the phone on the coffee table, leaned against the candle in the center so he could see you as you opened the ottoman and pulled out your favorite pullover of Sam’s. You practically squealed as you put on the brown, teddy bear one that still smelled like him. “I thought you took it with you,” you glared at him, remembering him packing it in his suitcase before he left. “I was going to, but I thought you might miss me..or at least I was hoping so,” he laughed as he raked his fingers through his hair. “What else is in here?” You leaned forward only to find a bag of chocolate covered pretzels, which just so happened to be your go-to period snack. You glared at him and his cheeks blushed pink. “Okay, so maybe I knew you’d be on your period and I thought these might help,” he shrugged and you both stifled a laugh. “Samuel Kiszka, are you tracking my cycle again??” You feigned shock, already knowing the answer was yes. “I feel like I should say no…but honesty is important…” he began before pretending to glitch out as if the service was suddenly bad. Despite the “glitch” he managed to say “I love you” before the call “dropped.” “He’s such a shithead,” you thought to yourself as you giggled and opened your bag of pretzels. Rosie leaned forward and retrieved a stuffed duck from the ottoman container and you shook your head. Shithead or not, he always took care of his girls.
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GVF as types of kisses they like to give
Josh - neck/shoulder kisses. I always have this mental image of Josh hugging me from behind and giving little kisses to my shoulders or my neck that say, "Hey, we are here and we are together and I love you." I don't think Josh is too keen on PDA, but I would imagine a quick kiss to your neck could be very easily disguised as a kiss to your cheek when out in public.
Jake - hand kisses. Listen to me. Listen. I'm a sucker for hand kisses and can you blame me for wanting a man with gorgeous hands to kiss my hands. I also want to believe that Danny would like to give hand kisses as well, especially if you tell him you like them. Or, my personal favorite, you paint his nails and to thank you he wants to give you a kiss so he grabs your face but in doing so he gets nail polish on you because he didn't wait until his nails dried.
Danny - in addition to hand kisses, cheek kisses. He likes to watch you blush and smile and get all flustered after he kisses your cheek. Quick cheek kisses in the morning when he has to leave for work when you are still in bed still cause a smile to form on your face, even if you are half-asleep. Or kissing your cheek when you are talking about something just to get flustered and mess up is something Danny finds adorable.
Sam - forehead kisses. I see Sam doing this as a greeting. Pulling you in for a hug, squeezing you tight, then pulling away just far enough to kiss your forehead before you snuggle back into his chest. Or, getting nice and cozy bundled up under blankets with a fire blazing in the background and your head resting on Sam's chest, the sound of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep. Sam knows you are falling asleep on top of him but doesn't want to wake you up so he leaves gentle kisses on your forehead to show his love for you
And so sorry this took me so long to post, it was so cute I wasn't sure what to add! But my additional thoughts will be below the cut, to keep the post short:
I think Josh is all about worshiping your body, and when not in public, I think he'd absolutely take his time just lavishing your neck and shoulders and chest in kisses.
Jake is definitely the type to raise your hand to his lips like a real gentleman, while his eyes are also full of mischief. And I can see him being the type to hold your hand when you're both at an event, to ground him. And he'd occasionally lift it to place a kiss on the back and give you a grateful smile.
And Danny would love leaving you with a blush, and a hand on your face. He'd sneak a cheek kiss in when you least expect it, just to see it again.
I think, additionally, if Sam was taller than you, he'd love to exemplify it by leaning down to kiss your forehead, or even just the top of your head, cause he's smug like that. But of course also in quiet moments to show his adoration.
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dannythedog · 1 year
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hc idea : the boys finding out not of your parents have passed away a few years ago
warnings: mentions of death, grieving
Jake: Jake has always been the quiet type. When he finally hears about your parents, his first reaction is silence. It's not uncomfortable or awkward, it's the kind of silence that let's you know he'll listen if you need it. Jake would hold you as you cried your heart out and gripped his shirt until it nearly rips, only letting go when your tears are dried and you're ready to talk.
Josh: Josh would immediately wrap you up in his arms, giving you all of the attention and positive affirmations your little heart could take. "You're so strong," he'd whisper. "So strong and brave and absolutely loved." He'd remind you that he will always be there for you if some days are harder than others, and that he will always understanding with your emotions.
Sam: His heart would crack right in half for you. Sam would absolutely despise seeing you upset, that's why he'd always be making a fool of himself trying to get a smile out of you. He'd probably make some ill-timed jokes, but he only has the best intentions. Later on you come to the kitchen to find he made your favorite comfort meal. "I know it's not much, but I'm really sorry for your loss. I hope this can make your day at least a little better."
Danny: If you're at an okay place with it mentally, he'd ask to see photos of your parents. He'd listen quietly while you described the background story to every photo and hold you if it got to be too much. "Thank you for sharing those with me. If it's okay with you, I'd like to meet them next time you visit." Danny would sit right down with you when you did decide to go and introduce himself, talking on and on about how they have such a lovely child and how much he loves you.
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therats-gvf · 1 year
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greta van fleet as lana del rey songs
danny - video games, lust for life, religion
josh - swan song, let me love you like a woman, norman fucking rockwell
jake - national anthem, ride, burning desire
sam - chemtrails over the country club, brooklyn baby, california
bonus! albums
born to die - jake
ultraviolence - danny
honeymoon - josh
norman fucking rockwell - sam
chemtrails over the country club - josh
blue banisters - jake
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obetrolncocktails · 2 years
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Jake Kiszka— Hand Massage Headcanon
Coming home from long shows is tiring for Jake, but they can also be quite painful.
When GVF is actively touring, Jake often finds himself in pain--his hands tend to cramp on his off days. You often find yourself staring at him while he rubs his fingers.
“Baby, come here. Let me,” you say, waving him to the couch. He turns to you with a tired smile. “I know you’re tired, let me help you feel better so you can sleep.” You grab the remote and turn on the tv, resuming the tv show that you and Jake had been watching.
You turn to the end table beside the couch, opening a drawer to retrieve a small bottle of lotion. You rub a coin size amount in your hands before getting to work.
He enjoys your attention; he sips on a double of whiskey neat, swirling it in one hand while you message his fingers lovingly, moving up and down, releasing the tension in his aching joints.
You watch his facial expressions as you work, knowing you’ve found the next spot to move to when he winces.
He always tries to downplay the pain, though you know that playing for so long and for so many nights in a row can not only be exhausting, but very painful.
“Thank you, baby.” He says softly, smiling gently at you.
“You’re welcome, honey. Hey, relax,” you say, using your hand at his wrist to shake out the tension. “Sorry,” he says and you can feel him loosening under your touch.
Your work your way up his arms, kneading your thumbs along the grooves and dips of his muscles.
He winces exhaling through his teeth. “I know baby, you’re very tense here. Do you want me to stop?” You ask, sympathy painted all over your face.
He shakes his head fervently. “Keep going babe. It’s only going to get worse if you don’t get the spots that hurt.”
You nod and continue to work, this time adding more pressure toward your fingertips. “The quicker I work, the less it will hurt.” He reminds silent, taking bigger swigs of his whiskey, swallowing it and exhaling.
“Fucking Christ,” he spits under his breath.
“I know, baby. Not much longer.”
You spend ten more minutes massaging his hands and arms before releasing him.
“Come here,” he says, opening his arms for you to join him. You nestle yourself in his arms, getting comfy on the couch. You watch as he flexes his muscles during the tv show.
“Feels so much better, baby. Thank you.” He reaches up to your face, turning your chin up so he can lean down to kiss you softly. “Wanna come on tour as my personal masseuse? Pretty sure that’s a tax write-off.”
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gustingirl · 2 years
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How would gvf act doing karaoke?-🦕
i’m not gonna miss another dinon ask
josh: hear me out because this might be the only gvf boy who's not afraid of sober karaoke. and i just know he might start fooling around at first but then you're gonna see josh taking it so serious you're having a second concert right there
jake: i kinda see the opposite from josh? like he will try doing it well at first until he notices nobody is taking it serious so you have jake singing off key and dancing as he sings. a couple of drinks on him, but not many
sam: definitely drunk, though he can do it sober too. if it's sober he's a bit shy and might wait for someone to join him. if he's drunk, he's the first one to participate and he WILL choose the lamest songs ever, the ones he says he despise but magically know all the lyrics to. i can so see sam singing gangnam style
danny: i can’t see danny doing it alone, for some reason. not because he's shy (cuz we know danny is as chaotic as the kiszkas) but because it's more fun for him to do it with someone else. i can picture him and sam, with drinks in hands, while choosing a lame song to do karaoke too. also he judges others jokingly, especially josh, he will pick on josh for being the singer and not singing well (along with sam, obviously)
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broken--stardust · 2 years
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just wanted to let everyone know, i am not abandoning my writing!! i just moved to nashville last weekend, so i have been busy with that, and my laptop actually broke the week before i moved 🙃 my brother was supposed to be getting one of his ready for me but it wasn't ready before i moved so i'm just waiting on him. trust me i'm SO anxious to write!! i will have some requests to finish and a couple ideas of my own 🤍
in the meantime if you have any short imagine/blurb requests i can write them on my phone, they won't be my usual formatting or look nearly as 'nice' but i will try my best. i'm anxious to write SOMETHING!
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kiszkatism · 1 year
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pov: your camera roll if you were dating danny wagner
part 2
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date night danny
potting plants with him
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picture he texted you with the message “a bath is ready when u get here <3”
picture you saved from twitter to send him with the message “oh so you like that? ;)”
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christmas with him
making snow angels with him
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“my bed feels empty without u </3” “i’ll be home soon my love”
calling him pretty boy so he gets all smiley and soft
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taking trips with him
knowing you’ll be taking home a very drunk, clingy boy at the end of the night
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lanasb0ngwater · 2 years
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GRESTIES!!
I wanna start writing headcanons for the boys, would y’all like those?
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indigostreaking · 1 year
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Hey! if you’re still doing headcannons, do you think you can do one about being nervous to tell the boys you have a crush on them and how they’d react? thanks!
😩 that’s so sweeeeeet! Yessss!
Josh:
You two had been friends for a long time, and you had finally convinced yourself that you needed to tell him how you feel. He had invited you out to the bar with him and his brothers, so you wore your favorite going out outfit and tried to hype yourself up during your Uber ride there. “Y/n!” Josh called your name as soon as you walked in, calling you over to their little corner by the pool tables. “You look amazing,” he smiled as he twirled you to get a better look at you. Jake disappeared to the bar when Danny and Sam went to play pool, clearly leaving you and Josh alone intentionally. Time to just get it out there, rip it off like a bandaid. “Josh, can we talk?” You asked nervously, ignoring how hot your cheeks felt. “Sure thing, mama. What’s up?” He replied cooly, offering you the drink he had already ordered for you. “I-I know we’ve been friends, but…” you trailed off, anxiety getting the better of you. Josh put an arm around you, pulling you against him as he said, “Y/n, you know I—” You cut him off, not willing to let him beat you to it. “I like you, and if you don’t like me, that’s okay..I just wanted you to know,” you finally blurted out. He gingerly reached out and used his forefinger to tilt your chin up before leaning in, pausing for a moment to ask, “Can I kiss you?” Heat rushed to your face, and all you could do was nod fervently. Without another word, he leaned in further, crashing his lips into yours. “I like you, too,” he replied breathlessly as he pulled away. Both of you erupted into a fit of giggles, too lost in each other to notice Danny and Sam pretending to gag at how cute you are together.
Jake:
You watched intently as your friend Jake strummed his guitar, singing a sweet song that he knew you liked. His fingers slid effortlessly up the neck as the fingers of his other hand danced across the strings. You closed your eyes as you got lost in his voice. A realization suddenly hit you and your eyes snapped open. You had always liked Jake, but lately it felt different. You weren’t sure if he felt the same way, but he always found a reason for the two of you to hang out alone. Even today, he had asked you to come over and “help” him with a new song. “Whats on your mind, love?” His speaking voice caught you off guard and your cheeks blushed. He always called you love, and that was probably at least partially to blame for your crush. “Nothing,” you lied, unconvincingly. He sat his guitar down and got up from his chair to take the seat beside you on the couch. “No, I know that look…what’s got those gears turning?” He asked as he gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. This was it. Might as well get it over with. You took a deep breath and turned to face him, and your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest when he smiled. Another deep breath. “If I tell you, you can’t let it ruin our friendship, okay?” You clarified and he nodded. One more deep breath. “I like you, Jake,” you hesitated for a moment, “and I want to be more than friends..” You held your breath as you waited for him to say something—anything. He scooted closer and twisted his body to face yours. “That’s good, because I like you, too,” he replied with a slow, easy smile. “Yeah?” You asked out of excitement and disbelief. He nodded again before adding, “And I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” as he cupped your cheek and gently pressed his lips to yours.
Danny:
You were sitting in the green room back stage, waiting for the boys to finish their set and internally kicking yourself for not telling Danny beforehand. You’d been friends with all of them for a while now, but once you realized you felt differently for Danny..you couldn’t stop thinking about him or the two of you together. You were pretty sure he liked you, too—at least if Sam was to be trusted because he had been filling your ear full of “Danny likes you, he just doesn’t want to ruin your friendship if you don’t like him.” You took a deep breath once you realized they were coming off stage finally. Danny rounded the corner and his eyes lit up when he found you. “I was hoping you’d still be here!” He beamed as he plopped down beside you. “You all sounded amazing…but I especially liked your solo tonight,” you blushed as he smiled wide at you. You heard the crowd rumble as they chanted the band name, but it weirdly gave you the boost of confidence you needed to spill your guts to him. “Danny,” you began, pausing despite the surge of adrenaline. “Y/n,” he giggled as he responded and you couldn’t contain your own laughter. “I just wanted to tell you how much I admire you, not only as a drummer, but as a person and a friend,” you paused again, but continued before he could interrupt your thought. “And I really like you..like a lot, and I’m hoping you like me, otherwise this is going to be super embar—” You were cut off when he enveloped you in his arms and crashed his lips into yours. You giggled into his lips once you realized what was happening, and he pulled away with flushed cheeks. “Sorry, if I waited for you to stop talking, I’d be late for the encore,” he teased before leaning in to kiss you again. “Oh, and I like you, too, by the way,” he giggled as he kissed you once more before running back to the stage for the encore, leaving you blissfully stunned.
Sammy:
“No strings attached” kept playing over and over in your mind as you laid against Sam’s chest, letting your fingers trace little shapes against his bare skin. You had both willingly agreed to it when you started hooking up as friends, but somewhere the lines and boundaries got a little hazy. He was lazily scrolling through the photos on his phone, giggling at all the silly shots from tour and goofy things he had caught Rose doing, and his smile and laughter had you smiling and giggling with him. Fuck. You needed to tell him, even if it meant that this comes to an end because of it. You couldn’t pretend you didn’t have feelings for him any more, so you took a deep breath.. “I like you, Sammy,” you blurted abruptly, surprising yourself even. “Hmm?” He turned his attention towards you as if he hadn’t heard you. “I said I like you,” you replied plainly, unable to even be embarrassed at this point. “Oh, yeah I know,” he giggled and your mouth fell open. “You know?!” You asked incredulously. “Yes, we like each other. Is that not common knowledge?” He asked nonchalantly with a shrug. “Why do you think we spend all our free time together? I cook for you, you’ve met my family..we’re well past fuck buddies, y/n,” he added with more laughter before leaning in and kissing your forehead. Your mind was racing as you realized he was right. “You like me too?” You asked cheekily, just wanting to hear him say it. He raised his eyebrows playfully before rolling on top of you and pinning your hands above your head in one swift motion. “Yes. I. Like. You. Y/n. So. So. Much.” He punctuated each word with a kiss as he trailed them down your jaw, neck and chest causing you to squirm and giggle beneath him. “Say it again,” you instructed once he paused to look at you again.
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You and the band are in a room. The room is equipped with a cozy rug, a couch, an oversized chair (both the couch and the oversized chair have a footstool), a desk with a chair, a recliner, a built in window seat, and a bed. All of the chairs/seats except the desk chair, the bed, and the couch have pillows, blankets, etc. Where are you and the boys sitting? Is there cuddling involved, and if so, how?
preface; I'm not personally into of the idea of 'group activities' with the boys, or even cuddling in front of others in general, so I'm gonna say what I would do with each of them alone given these options;
Jake: I'd want to be curled up in that recliner. I'd love just resting my head on his shoulder while his hand lazily traces up and down my arm, and he flips through tv channels for something good, just lazy domestic bliss
Josh: I can picture him sat on the rug, leaned against the couch as he scribbles away in his notebook on a coffee table. I'd be laid out on the couch, lazily playing with his hair, lightly scratching his scalp, while I wait for him to join me
Danny: would be sat at the desk, fiddling around with his mandolin. I'd be sat on the desk, scribbling things down while he works on a riff, and occasionally giving my two cents, riffing with him
Sam: He'd see me sat at the window seat, reading or knitting while watching something. He'd say something like "You look cozy, mind if I join?" as he lifted my legs and got in, resting them over his lap
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