#Wagner wednesday

[golddustgemini]

Happy Wagner Wednesday to my pookie 👀😅

[dailydanny]

Happy Wagner Wednesday!

December 11, 2024

[dannysrosetattoo]

It is Wagner Wednesday

[tripthelightfatality]

Something about the night changing

totally not sorry

[ageofwagner]

Kiss My Scars

Pairing: Danny Wagner x fem!reader

Summary: Danny reminds Y/n that her scars are nothing to be ashamed of.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: angst to fluff, disliking body image, descriptions of self-harm scars (not graphic), Danny’s love language as physical touch, affirmations, Danny being the best bf.

a/n: this is super self-indulgent and I just love imagining Danny being sweet to someone that has been through so much. To anyone that may relate to the content of this fic, you are valid, I love you and I'm proud of you <3

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"You could've hated my scars, instead you kissed them"

You stood there, staring at your reflection in the mirror, a feeling of self-loathing wrapping itself around you as you trace the faded scars littering your upper thigh. A shaky sigh escapes your lips as you turn away, eyes burning in an attempt to withhold oncoming tears and try to even out your breathing.

Hearing footsteps approaching the bedroom, you quickly step into the ensuite bathroom and close the door, locking it before sliding down and pulling your knees to your chest. Your head falls back as you feel the first traitorous tear escape through the corner of your eye, trailing down the side of your face.

Danny stops outside the bathroom door, "Hey babe, you ready to go?" your back stiffens, feeling panic radiate throughout your body. You stutter a response, "Yeah I- uh just need a few minutes" internally cursing yourself for not keeping it together.

Seeing right through you, he knocks gently only to be met with silence. Danny feels unease settle in his stomach when he tries the doorknob to find that you had locked it, something he knows you rarely ever do.

"Is everything okay? Can you please let me in?" he asks gently, sensing your need for comfort. You feel suddenly guilty at the double meaning of his plea - you had a habit of shutting everyone out when things got bad, as you currently were with him.

That guilt ruminated as it always does, thinking about how excited Danny was to go to this pool party and here you were, ruining that for him with your insecurities once again. You remain silent, more tears trailing down your face as you stand to face the full-length mirror, once again examining your reflection; the purple-tinged lines permanently covering the majority of your thighs, tainting your figure.

Your head twists toward the door again when you hear the door knob jiggling, "Baby please, I'm worried" Hearing the desperation in his voice prompted you to give in. You splashed some water on your face in an attempt to snap yourself out of it; wiping your face you take a deep breath and unlock the door.

Danny immediately burst into the bathroom, concern evident on his face as his eyes scanned your body, you knew instantly what he was checking for. Once again the bitter feeling of shame and guilt engulfed your body. You shifted your gaze to your feet, unable to meet his eyes.

He uses his thumb and forefinger to grab hold of your chin, gently forcing you to meet his worried eyes, "What's wrong?" his voice was so gentle it could hardly be heard. Your eyes filled with tears, betraying you by conveying the emotion you had tried so desperately to conceal from him. "Nothing, I'm okay" you choked out, refusing to ruin his day further.

Danny shook his head, "No, you're not" he stated simply, pulling you into his chest and resting his chin atop your head as he rubbed soothing circles into your back, "and that's alright. It's okay to allow yourself to feel these things, but it's not okay to convince yourself that you have to deal with this all on your own. I know you feel that you have to fight your own battles but you don't have to do it alone." He felt you shaking as you cried into his chest, tightening his hold on you, wishing he could shield you from anything that could ever hurt you, "You have fought so hard on your own, but I'm here now and I never want you to feel like you have to do it alone, ever again."

You felt the tears flowing down your cheeks once again at the sincerity within his words, you nuzzled further into his chest, allowing a sob to escape you as he squeezes you in his embrace, showing you he will do everything in his power to protect you.

The two of you remain in that position until you can calm your breathing, Danny whispering loving words of affirmation while you attempt to calm the racing thoughts in your mind. After a few more moments you pull away, arms resting around his lower back as you look up at him; your eyes, red and puffy, find his glazed over, attempting to conceal the emotion swirling behind his eyes.

"I love you so much" you manage to speak, though your voice strained with emotion, "I love you more" he returns, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

As you part he looks at you before offering, "Can you tell me what happened?" you drop your hands from his back, stepping out of the bathroom to the full-length mirror positioned next to your bed. You stare at your face in the reflection, noticing the bloodshot eyes, red splotches, and tear-stained cheeks; your gaze trailing down the figure in front of you, silently tearing your appearance apart.

Caught up in the cloud of self-deprecation, you didn't notice Danny standing behind you until you feel his feather-light touch sliding your hair off your shoulder, placing a kiss on the exposed skin, "Stop it" he instructs "I know what you're thinking and it's not true." He meets your gaze in the mirror for a moment, his eyes pleading with you to listen to him.

You tear your eyes away, looking at your marred thigh as you trace the slight bumps with your fingertips, "They're so ugly" you choke out, your voice barely a whisper as you finally vocalize the thought that has been eating away at you.

Danny feels his heart drop at your admission, the combination of what you had just said with the sheer despair in your voice, shattered his heart. Without hesitation, he interrupts your silent beratement by placing himself directly in front of you, blocking your view of the reflection staring back at you.

Gently cupping your face, he lifts your head to meet his gaze, "Listen to me, your scars are not ugly, not even close. Your scars are proof of how strong you are, they tell your stories; they are part of who you are and that is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, my love. Your scars do not determine your worth or beauty - and I know how you struggle to accept them but I promise you, I will always be here to show you how much I love you, scars and all."

You felt entirely overwhelmed by his compassion and love towards you. As the tears stream down your face, Danny pulls you into his chest, his arms wrapped around you in a firm hold. He knew you found comfort in his embrace and in this moment, he would do anything to make you feel safe and loved.

He rubbed your back with one hand, using the other to stroke your hair; your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck as he reminds you how much he loves you, that you are strong and beautiful, hoping that if he says it enough, you'll eventually believe him.

Danny refuses to let go of you until you're ready. It's only when you pull away that he leads you to sit on the edge of the bed. He props himself on his knees on the floor, directly in front of your seated position, gently running his hands along the sides of your thighs. You've never been one to shy away from his touch but the spiral of insecurity you were feeling for the marks on your thighs has you tensing under his touch. Danny notices your apprehension and pauses his movements, concern evident on his face as he asks, "Is it okay if I touch you?" his hands were now hovering over your thighs, not wanting to upset you further.

You nod your head, reaching for his outstretched hands and placing them on your thighs, "It's okay," you mumble in response, a faint smile on your face at your boyfriend's consideration for your feelings.

Danny gives your thighs a gentle squeeze, meeting his eyes you see the sincerity behind them as he says, "I just wish you could see yourself through my eyes, I want to show you how beautiful you are, inside and out," he takes a watery breath before continuing, "your scars will never change that"

Your throat became thick with emotion, placing your hands over his and squeezing three times, a silent I love you, showing your appreciation without uttering a word.

You watched as Danny lowered his head into your lap, looking up to catch your eye briefly, ensuring his actions were okay - to which you nodded in response. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to the middle of your upper thigh before switching to the other and repeating the action. You let out a shaky breath, feeling overwhelmed by your vulnerability along with the love and adoration you feel from the man in front of you, quelling the anxiety and self-deprecating thoughts.

As Danny continues tracing the lines across your thighs, placing a kiss on each one, you feel your eyes begin to sting once again. The sound of your sniffling catches his attention, looking up he finds you smiling at him with tears in your eyes. You cup his face and pull him to you, kissing him softly, pouring all your love for him into the kiss.

He breaks the kiss, "I need you to do something for me, love" you nod your head, signaling him to continue, "I want more than anything for you to believe what I'm saying to you. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you" he took a deep breath, turning his head in an attempt to compose himself. Noticing a tear falling down his cheek, you turn his head so he's facing you, using your thumb to wipe the rogue tears away - just as he had done for you, moments ago.

"Anything," you say

"I need to hear you say it, my love"

Before you could question him, he clarified, "I want to hear you say your scars are not ugly. I need you to believe it." You look into his soft brown eyes and find nothing but love and admiration. Taking a deep breath you repeat after him, "My scars are not ugly"

Danny offers you a bright smile, eyes still glassy, "There we go" he praises, "Now, can you say 'I am beautiful'?"

You lower your head feeling heat spread up your neck, painting your cheeks in a rosy pink that Danny can never get enough of. Eyes focused on your lap, you repeat the affirmations until he lifts your chin using his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to meet his gaze, "Look at me and say it again" he instructs, his voice so gentle it was practically a whisper. Straightening your back, you repeat the statements more confidently - smiling at the toothy grin he was giving you.

"Okay, one more thing," Danny moves his hands to the crease between your leg and hips, squeezing as he continues, "can you say 'I am loved'?"

You smile, leaning in just inches from his face, "I am loved" you state before connecting your lips with his. Danny keeps one hand firmly planted on your thigh, using the other to cup your cheek as he deepens the kiss. As he pulls away, he looks up at you - his puffy lips spread in a loving smile as he praises you, "I'm so proud of you"

"How do you do that?" you ask

A crease forms between Danny's brows, "Do what?"

You take a moment to gather your thoughts, "You just always know the perfect thing to say"

A blush appears on Danny's face before he finally stands and moves to sit next to you on the edge of the bed, wrapping his arm around you to pull your body flush against his.

"I'm not really doing anything, my love, I'm just being honest with you," he pauses, trying to find the right words, "I know it sounds cliche but I'm just trying to show you how I see you. When you look at your scars you see them as weakness, I see them as strength."

You crane your neck to look at him, eyes tracing his features, "Have I ever told you how much I love you?" you could feel his smile against your skin as he placed a kiss on your temple, "You may have mentioned it" he replies through an adoring laugh.

Danny continues to pepper kisses all over your face, whispering, "I love you too" somewhere between kisses. You revel in the feeling of him quite literally showering you with love - feeling lighter as the weight of your insecurity and sadness have been lifted.

Thank you for reading <3

I will be posting a part two for anyone interested in seeing a more light-hearted and playful ending :)

[binarysunset17]

👀

[watchyoubloom]

late night talking | drw x f!reader

danny x f!reader | fluff, some suggestive dialogue | no warnings (minors dni tho please n thx)

summary: some post-show aftercare for danny after playing a few shows in a row starts to catch up to him.

hi! happy wagner wednesday! this is just a whole lot of fluff pretty much. (this is my first fic in this fandom! let me know what you think 🙈 my asks are open for ideas/prompts/requests!)

———

It’s late when he gets back, but that’s normal. You’d come home after the show ended, knowing the band had a couple of post-show interviews scheduled and not wanting to be too in the way. Danny had insisted you wouldn’t be, and you knew he meant it— knew all the guys did, when they asked if you were sure you had to leave. But they’d just finished the last show of a three show stint back home, and you knew they’d be tied up with interviews and photo ops for awhile. And besides— you had something you wanted to do.

“It’s fine,” you’d said, pushing up on your toes to press a kiss to the bottom of Danny’s chin. He’d ducked his head and caught your lips immediately after in a quick peck, and you’d smiled against his mouth, pressing one more kiss to his lips before backing away, not wanting to get too into it. “I’ll see you at home.”

“‘Course, baby,” Danny had murmured, reaching out to pull you back in for a quick hug. He pressed a kiss to your temple and swatted at your backside, unable to help himself. “See you soon.”

You’d winked at him and said goodbye to everyone else, heading out with one of the security guys to where you’d been told to park your car earlier that afternoon.

Now, you listen as you hear the telltale signs of Danny getting home. You hear him toe his shoes off at the door, hear the thud of his bag on the floor beside them, and then, right on cue—“Baby?”

“In here,” you call softly. You’re sitting in the living room, on the couch, the only light a lamp in the corner and some candles on the coffee table.

“You shower yet?” Danny asks as he pads down the hallway. “Wanna join—“ You watch as he rounds the corner into the living room. He sees your setup, and you take in his face as he realizes what you’ve got planned.

“How did you know?” He asks sheepishly, stepping into the room. “I barely flinched.”

“Saw the flinch. And saw you trying to stretch it out after Dreams,” you answer and tilt your head up to accept the kiss he’s leaning in to give you. “And yeah, I showered already. Why don’t you go ahead?”

“God, yes. I’m gross. Was hoping you’d have waited for me, though…” Danny teases, then leans in and kisses you again. “Thanks for coming tonight. And the other nights, too.”

“Wouldn’t have missed it,” you reply, smiling up at him. “Now go. I’ll be waiting.”

It doesn’t take long for Danny to return to you, freshly showered and changed into a pair of comfy shorts. He’s foregone a shirt, and you let yourself take him in, all long and lean and muscly as he ambles over to you.

“See something you like?” Danny asks, cheeky, smiling at you.

“Always,” you answer immediately. You pat the spot beside you on the couch and then turn so you’re leaning against the arm rest, splaying your legs open and resting one against the back of the couch. Danny walks over and sits in between your thighs, his back to your chest, and leans his head back against your shoulder. His hair is still up in a towel, and you know he probably only left it up so he wouldn’t get you soaking wet when he leaned on you.

Once he’s situated, you press a kiss to the top of his cheek, just under the corner of his eye. “Does it hurt now?” You ask, your lips still brushing his skin. You touch your hand lightly to his right shoulder. “Do you need some Advil, maybe?”

“Not right now,” Danny answers honestly. “Want me to scoot?”

“Just a smidge,” you reply, and grab the small vial of essential oil from the coffee table, just in arms reach. “So tall.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Danny shoots back, but he slides a little further down the couch so you have better access to his shoulders and neck. You’d tried this with him laying down on his stomach, before, but had found that the best relief came from him still sitting up somewhat upright. “So small.”

“Shut up, I’m of perfectly average height,” you fire back back as you pour a few drops of the essential oil into your hands, rubbing your palms together for a second before sliding your arms over Danny’s shoulders and cupping your palms in front of him. “Deep breath,” you command gently.

Danny, knowing the routine, inhales deeply through his nose, taking in the scent of the lavender essential oil. You’d picked this one for two reasons: firstly, because it’s relaxing—but mainly because it’s Danny’s favorite. He holds his breath for a count before exhaling, already sinking a little farther back into you as he starts to relax. Once he’s repeated the inhale-exhale cycle a few times, you bring your hands to his shoulders and start to work your fingers into the tight muscles.

“Oof,” Danny grimaces a little when your thumb finds the spot you know is bothering him.

“Sorry,” you reply, instantly lightening your touch further.

“No, s’good,” Danny assures you. “Hurts. But it’s helping.”

It doesn’t happen often, but every once in awhile, Danny plays hard enough during a show that he reaggravates an old golf injury. It rarely bothers him, but you’re used to his tells- you even remember the original injury, though the two of you were just friends then— and had seen him wince a little tonight somewhere during the extensive drum and guitar solo in The Weight of Dreams. Their stint back home had been exciting for all the guys, and the energy at each show had been truly electric, but tonight had been absolutely unreal. Plus, with it being the last of three shows, it wasn’t that surprising that Danny re-pulled the muscle.

You work his shoulders and neck, your thumb applying pressure where you know he holds tension, working at a knot just in between his shoulder blades.

“Holy shit,” Danny mutters as you smooth your hands over his shoulders and down his arms. “How are you so good at that?”

“Gee, I wonder,” you reply, bringing your palms back up from his elbows to his biceps, then up to his shoulders again. “Could it be that I’ve been giving you massages for literal years?”

“No, that can’t be it,” Danny replies, and you know without seeing his face that there’s a hint of a smile teasing at his lips. “Gotta be magic, or something.”

“Oh, that too,” you agree, going along with it. “Sammy and I were practicing our spells the other night when you went to get the food.”

“So thaaaat’s why he looks taller,” Danny jokes. “He tried to tell me he was working on his posture.”

You huff out a laugh as you finish up your massage. “All done,” you say, punctuating it with a kiss to Danny’s cheek. You tug at the edge of the towel. “Want me to braid your hair?”

“Can’t move,” comes Danny’s reply, although he immediately contradicts himself and moves, flipping himself over so he’s facing you, still laying between your legs. He lays his head against your sternum, basically burying his face in between your breasts, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Thought you couldn’t move, hm?” You ask, the fingertips of one hand still dancing across his back, his shoulders.

“Couldnt,” Danny answers, voice slightly muffled. “But then I realized I’d be so much more comfy like this.”

You’re still leaning against the arm rest, so you wiggle your way down the couch a little. Danny moves with you, not giving up his current position, until you’re situated with your head against the arm rest and him laying comfortably atop you.

“Need to do your hair,” you murmur, lips pressed to Danny’s forehead. “Wanna pull it up?”

“I’ll fix it in the morning,” comes Danny’s reply, voice already heavy with sleep.

“Baby,” you sing-song, dancing your fingers along his spine. “Can’t fall asleep here, it’ll fuck up all my hard work on your back.”

“Just a nap,” Danny insists, somehow managing to burrow even further into the softness of your breasts. He’s wedged an arm under you, grasping you around the waist like a pillow, and his other hand cups your breast. “So comfy here. Favorite place.”

“You’re an idiot,” you laugh, gasping when he brushes a thumb across your nipple. “Daniel.”

“Baby.”

“Thought you were sleepy?” Your breath catches as he does it again, accompanying the movement over your nipple with a kiss to the soft skin of your breast, exposed from where the neckline of your tank top has been dragged down.

“Am sleepy,” Danny answers. “Also want you. Wanted you so bad after the show, then your magic hands—“

He trails off, and you smile, pressing another kiss to his forehead. “My magic hands?”

You’ve been running your fingertips up and down his spine as you lay there, feeling as his breathing slows and becomes deeper, more rhythmic. It takes him awhile to answer you, this time, getting closer and closer to succumbing to rest.

“Magic hands went and put me to sleep.”

[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

there hasn't been nearly enough Wagner for this Wedsnesday

[intotheether-gvf]

❋ WAGNER WEDNESDAY ❋

bejeweled danny!

guys i’m so in love with him

[wildbluesorbit]

What a lovely morning it is on this wonderful Wagner Wednesday🌼

[dailydanny]

Merry Christmas and happy Wagner Wednesday!

December 25, 2024

[eachconstellation]

sunshine danny ☀️

[dannystattoo]

illicit affairs

a/n: ok, so I actually wrote something, i did not mean to take it that far, but I hope you enjoy anyway 🖤

warnings: none, aside from asshole Danny lmao

based on illicit affairs by taylor swift

You and Danny were both in relationships that weren’t bad exactly, but neither of you is super happy. You met through a mutual friend at a party and you immediately hit if off. You both realized pretty quickly it’s been a long time since you’ve felt a connection like this with anyone, let alone your own partner. You didn’t mean to exchange texts outside of the group chat of your friends you’d both been added to. You didn’t plan to start talking everyday. You’d didn’t mean to slowly start seeing each other one on one. It all just kind of happened. This goes on for months and For whatever reason, you both hadn’t left your significant other. However, the sneaking around between each other’s places when you could, meeting at places well outside of Nashville so you wouldn’t see anyone you knew, it was all getting old.

One day, he was at your place . His girlfriend was out of town and as far as your boyfriend knew, you were spending the weekend with family. You were in the bathroom, contemplating how you’d gotten here while staring at a perfume bottle on the counter. It was the one you had to hide regularly. It was Danny’s favorite, but your boyfriend hated it. You’d bought it as a weird sort of anniversary gift once you realized you’d been doing this for a year. You always hid it though and never dared put it on when you knew your boyfriend would be around soon because the smell was distinct and it lingered. As you put it back in the shelf where you kept it, out of sight, you realized how stupid this whole thing had gotten. You both loved each other and clearly didn’t want to stop seeing each other. You’d become so indifferent about your boyfriend and if we’re being honest, you guys fucked maybe once a month at best at this point. You had no idea what you guys were doing anymore.

“Danny, we have to talk”

“Yeah, babe?”

“What the hell are we doing”

“What do you mean?”

You rolled your eyes. “You know exactly what I mean. Why are we still with other people? I’m so sick of us having to sneak around just to be sort of happy. Wouldn’t it be so much better if we could just be with each other, like actually be with each other?”

Danny looked at you, considering the thought he’d have to leave your place in the middle of the night so no one would see.

“I’m doing it” you finally said after a moment. “I’m ending things with him, I can’t keep doing this.” You looked at Danny expectantly, hoping (perhaps foolishly) he’d say the same. After what felt like ages of you both staring at each other you had to break the silence.

“Well?”

“I don’t know,” he sighed after a minute.

“This is a fucking joke, right? Please tell me you’re not serious.”

“It’s a lot to consider, is all”

“Oh my god, what the hell does that mean? After everything we’ve been through, you don’t know? You don’t fucking know? What was the last year then, Danny?”

“You’re right,” he said finally. “It is stupid. I love you so much and I’m certainly not as happy with her as I am with you. We’ve just been together since i moved to Nashville, I can’t imagine anything else”

You gave him a look.

“You know what I mean”

“Yeah, doesn’t hurt any less to hear though”

“Sorry. I’ll do it though, you’re right, clearly neither of us was that happy in our relationships when we met each other”

“So…we’re doing it?”

“Yeah, I guess we are,” he smiled at you and grabbed your hand. You both agreed that after you “got home” from visiting family and his girlfriend got back, you’d call it off with them. You also decided to wait a bit to make things public though. With his band finally starting to take off, the last thing he needed was cheating allegations.

You sat at your apartment that night after Danny left, feeling extremely nervous about breaking it off with you boyfriend, but also feeling lighter over the fact you and Danny had finally agreed to fully commit to each other. You realized it had been all you’d wanted since shortly after you both met, and you were so glad you were finally on the same page.

✨1 week later✨

You hadn’t seen Danny since that night at your apartment, and you couldn’t wait to finally see him again tonight. It had been a rough week - even if you didn’t want to be with your boyfriend anymore, breaking up certainly wasn’t easy. Add to that that work had been kicking your ass, and that your family decided this was also the week for drama, you really needed a break. Knowing that you guys could finally be a couple without sneaking around was the light at the end of the tunnel.

The feeling didn’t last though. When you arrived at Danny’s apartment, something immediately felt off and you couldn’t place it at first. You then realized that her stuff was still spread throughout the house and you prayed it was just because she hadn’t gotten a chance to clear all her stuff out. The fact that there was a purse and shoes in the front hall made you think that wasn’t the case though.

“Hey you,” he smiled as you walked inside. You accepted his kiss when he greeted you, but you were distracted.

“So, are we going to discuss that?” You said, pulling away and pointing at all of her belongings in the hall.

“Uh, yeah, about that,” he anxiously ran his hand through his hair.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Danny,” You turned on your heel to leave, seeing absolute red.

“I’m sorry, I just…I couldn’t do it, not this week. I was all set to, but her mom’s been sick and she really took a turn for the worse the day I saw you last. They don’t think she has much time left. I don’t want to be with her anymore, but I couldn’t just do that to her then, you know?”

“So how long are you going to keep this up then? If her mom just keeps getting sicker, you can’t leave. What about when her mom dies, then what? You won’t be able to leave her when she gets that news, and then you certainly can’t leave while she’s grieving! I guess we’ll just keep doing what we’re doing and you can just keep cheating on her.”

“Baby, that’s not fair - “

“Stop, you don’t get to call me baby anymore. I held up my end of the deal, can you do the fucking same?”

“It’s not that easy, trust me, I wish it were!”

“Oh, bullshit. Her sick mom wasn’t an issue a week ago. You don’t just get to weasel your way into my life and promise me this beautiful life together just to keep taking it away from me. I told you, being with you is the best thing to happen to me in years, I…I can’t describe it. It’s like you showed me colors I can’t see when I’m with anyone else, and the way I connect with you? It’s like we have this language I can’t speak with anyone else. Danny, it’s so, so good when it’s good, but it’s fucking cruel of you to dangle that in front of me.”

You both stared at each other, neither of you sure what to say next.

“I’m leaving, I don’t think there’s anything else to say.”

“No wait,” he called as you grabbed the door handle. You knew you shouldn’t, but you dropped the knob and turned to hear him out. What was it about this man you couldn’t say no to?

“You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s not fair to you, and i just need to rip the bandaid off. She’s up with her family right now, but she’ll be home in a couple days. I’ll do it then. I wanna be with you, I promise. I don’t wanna fuck this up.”

Part of you said to run. What proof did you have he’d actually do it this time? None. However, that naive part of you was hopeful that maybe, maybe, he meant it this time. After considering it for a second you took a step towards him.

“Okay. I’ll let it go this time, but the next time I see you, you better have ended it”

“Promise. In fact, I pinkie promise.” You laughed despite yourself and wrapped your pinkie around his. Before you knew it, you were both laughing and he pulled you in for a kiss. You kept letting it deepen, even though you knew you shouldn’t. A few minutes later, he’d pulled you onto his lap, his hands moving under your tshirt. You didn’t resist at all when he moved you to his bedroom, their bedroom. As he laid you down in the bed, you couldn’t stop your mind from racing and thinking about the fact you knew he wouldn’t be anymore available this time next week than he was now. You just knew. You also knew you’d be right back here, or he’d be at your place. No matter what, you couldn’t quit him and you’d let him ruin you a million times over.

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

Happy Wagner Wednesday to one of my favorite Danny's: Danny in Blue Lighting. 💙

[frogwhore666]

Happy Wagner Wednesday lovelies!! Danny Wagner Halloweekend is over and I’m still recovering from it 🥲‼️

[im-derty-dan]

When God said, "remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy" he was talking about Wagner Wednesday