#sanny fic

[watchyoubloom]

from kiss roulette

A kiss on the forehead

A kiss to the top of the head

but stealing the idea of two characters and proposing danny + sammy🙂‍↕️

hiiiiii hi! this got away from me (as expected 🙂‍↕️) but thank you first of all for the prompt and second of all for making it a sanny x reader oneeeeee 🫶🏻

feel free to send me prompts and i’ll write you a snippet!

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“Hi, honey,” you hear from somewhere beyond the sleep you’re currently wrapped up in. “We’re home.”

“In here,” you manage to call out a moment later, once you finally recognize Sam’s voice as real and not part of a dream. You’d come home from work early after coming down with an awful end of summer head cold, and had been laid up on the couch in your comfy clothes ever since. Your voice cracks a little and you have to work double time to make it loud enough for Sam and Danny to hear from the entryway. “Living-“ You break off to cough and clear your throat. “Living room.”

“Why are all the lights off?” Danny asks as he walks in, toeing off his shoes and walking over to you. You’re cuddled in your favorite throw blanket, and he sits on the edge of the couch beside you. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Are you sick?”

“Just a cold,” you respond, but your traitorous voice gives out at that exact moment. “It’s okay.”

“Did you come home early?” Sam has joined the two of you in the living room now, and drapes himself over the back of the couch to peer down at you. “You should have called us.”

“It’s nothing,” you try again to lessen the ordeal you’re in. It’s just a cold, you’re sure.

Sam reaches down to rest the back of his hand on your forehead. “Baby, you’re burning up.”

“Really? M’freezing.”

Sam and Danny’s eyes meet over top of you, and Danny nods his affirmation to whatever wordless conversation they just had. “I’m gonna go get you some medicine from upstairs. Have you taken anything?” You shake your head, and Danny clicks his tongue. “Just wanted to sit in your suffering?”

You manage a hoarse laugh at that. “No, I just barely made it home and out of my work clothes before I passed out. M’sorry—“

“No apologies,” Sam says, cutting you off. He comes around the side of the couch and leans down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m gonna go make soup. Want some tea?”

You nod and reach out to squeeze his hand. “Thanks, Sammy.”

Danny squeezes his hand where it’s been resting on your hip. “What hurts? Head, ears, throat? Any congestion?”

“Yes,” you reply miserably. “All of the above.”

“I’ll be right back,” Danny says. He leans over and kisses your forehead. “Jesus, you are burning up.”

He returns a minute later with what looks like the entirety of your medicine cabinet, handing you pills and your water bottle and watching as you dutifully swallow them down. “Still cold?” He asks, and you nod, wincing as the motion makes your head hurt.

He stands up and grabs another blanket to tuck you under, but has you sit up first so he can slide in behind you. You sit in between his legs, your back to his chest, and the warmth from his body helps more than the two blankets and hoodie of Sam’s that you have piled on. Danny grabs the remote and puts on reruns of an old sitcom, just to have something on, and turns the volume down low. You’re already feeling tired again, cozy and warm and comfortable for the first time all day in his arms, and start to doze off a little as he runs his fingers through your hair.

Sam brings you your tea not long after that, also toting one for Danny, and bestows kisses on both of your foreheads before returning to the kitchen. “Italian penicillin, coming right up!”

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[seonghwalord]

random ateez maknae line text!

maknae line x black reader

warnings: mentioning sex, middle finger, weird reader.

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

Teach Me.

D.R.W x S.F.K x Reader

Author’s Note: This is my Christmas gift to y'all! I've put together a full version of the two part Wild Wednesday posts I wrote recently. I really am so proud of how these came out and I wanted to put it into an easy read so you didn’t have to scour my WW tags and risk it just kinda falling to the ether. I may do this again in the future, depending on how this goes.

Synopsis: Being in a relationship with Danny and both of you having long lasting sexual tension with Danny 's best friend, Sam. A beautiful night of showing Sam what makes you and Danny feel good.

Word Count: 2.7K (quick and easy threesome)

Pairing: Danny x Sam x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Foul language, oral, threesome, light dom/sub, raw sex (Wrap it before you tap your boyfriend and his best friend)

Teach Me. -D.R.W x S.F.K x F. Reader

All I can picture is being friends with Sam and dating Danny. Always having this constant sexual tension between you, and seeing it also with Danny and his best friend. After a drunken evening with Danny, you find out that Sam and him kissed on New Years once. It was a one time thing, but it felt good. You keep thinking about the idea of Sam and Danny kissing, and you wish to be in the middle of it one day.

Somehow, some way, you find yourself in the middle of your fantasy. Danny loves showing you off to Sam, showing what makes you feel good, and you can't help but pipe up. "Can I show you what makes Danny feel good, Sammy?" You ask, standing there in the middle of the bedroom, both Sam and Danny watching you. "Yes, please." He whispers, a little nervously.

"Sit on the edge of the bed. Both of you." You ask teasingly. The friend's look at each other before sitting, you can't help but look at them like this. So toned, soft skin, side by side, hard and wanting. You drop to your knees between Danny's legs, moving your hair aside. "He loves to watch the way I suck his cock." You smile at Sam as you take Danny's hard member in your hand. "I pump his cock slowly at first." You say as you demonstrate, Sam's eyes glued to your motions. "Then I lick his tip just like this." You let your tongue gently lap at Danny's tip, relishing in the attention as Danny moans, letting his head fall back. "Then I take him into my mouth, like this." You whisper, before leaning in and taking Danny's cock down your throat, slowly taking him inch by inch. Danny groans, his hand in your hair as you bob your head up and down on him.

"Fuck." Sam breathes, his hand slowly pumping his own cock. You slowly come up and off Danny's dick and look up at Sam, "You wanna try?" You smile up at him sweetly, heart slamming in your chest. "I can show you, again." You tease as you make your way between Sam's thighs, replacing his hand with your hand, wrapping around his achingly hard cock. It's so pretty, soft and warm against your palm. "I think you should show him baby, Sammy's a visual learner." Danny smirks as he leans in and kisses Sam's neck. Sam's eyes roll back in his head as he loses himself for a moment, sandwiched between his two friends. "Pay attention, Sammy." Danny whispers in his ear. "Yes, sir." Sam quips, a lazy stoner smile on his face.

Both boys look back at you. "I touch him just like this." You say, pumping slowly, watching Sam's thighs flex at your touch. "Then I lick his tip like this." "Mhmm," Sam's voice shakes as he watches Danny's hands playing with his nipples. You let your tongue explore the soft expanse of Sam's tip, loving the feeling of salty precum on your tongue. "That's my good girl." Danny grins as you pull off, letting a gentle bit of spit cover his tip and down his length. "Then take him deeper into your mouth." You repeat, bringing your open mouth down Sam's cock, pumping the rest into your mouth as you begin to take Sam's dick into your throat. Moaning around him as you do. "Fuck sake." Sam breathes, his hand tentatively touching your hair. "Go ahead Sam, show her how much you like it." Danny assures. Sam moves his hand into your hair, so gentle still as he moves your hair to the side and guides you along his length, your nails raking up his thigh as you do so. "God, you're so pretty." Danny whispers to you, "So pretty." Sam agrees gingerly.

Sam surprises you by guiding you off of him, "Can I try? Please?" He asks eagerly. Your eyes glisten from taking him deep, "Mhm." You respond, excited to watch. You move to be next to Danny's knee, watching as your boyfriend follows Sam's movements to be on his knees in front of him. You move Sam's hands up to relax on Danny's thighs. "Start here, be sweet and kiss here." You whisper in his ear, watching as goosebumps raise on Sam's skin. His hands relax onto both Danny's thighs, gently feeling the muscles underneath. He leans in and places tender kisses against the skin of both inner thighs. "Good boy." Danny coos, hand gently running over Sam's cheek to his jaw, thumb turning over his bottom lip, slowly. You could cut the tension with a knife.

"And you do just what I showed you." You whisper, watching as Sam moves a hand to Danny's cock. "So soft." Sam murmurs to himself, getting acquainted with the feeling. Danny sighs as he watches Sam pump his cock lazily at first, increasing in speed just a tad. Sam leans in on his own, gently kitten licking at Danny's cock. Danny lets out a hiss as he tries to control himself, locking eyes with Sam. You can't help but begin to touch yourself as you watch, just taking in the sight as Sam lets a little bit of saliva dribble down Danny's shaft, wetting it for his hand and bringing his mouth down the length. "Go slow, pretty boy." You whisper, moving closer to Sam, eyes on Danny as you reach around and tug on Sam's own cock. A moan reverberating from Sam's throat and around Danny, making Danny groan, his eyes flutter shut for just a moment.

"Good boy, Sammy." You whisper, your hand slowly pumping his cock, making him sigh as he begins to take more of Danny. "Fuck, Sam." Danny's hand relaxes into Sam's hair, he gently takes his hair up into a makeshift ponytail, using it to guide him up and down.

Sam gags a bit on Danny's cock, but presses on, a tear rolling down his cheek. "There he is, good job sweet boy, keep going, just like that." You rasp against his ear, pumping him faster now. You can tell Danny is close, the way he moans, how his head falls back, his lips parted. "Come on Sammy, wanna watch you cum." You smile as your thumb rolls over the tip of his hard cock, Sam hums around Danny's length, making Danny's grip in Sam's hair tighten. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck." Danny mumbles out, "Want to watch you swallow it all." You say, egging Danny and Sam on, knowing just how bad they each want it.

Sam pumps Danny's cock into his mouth, using his hand for what he can't fit in his throat. "Baby the tip of his cock, Sammy. I know he loves it." You advise, also doing the same thing to Sam with your hand. You watch as he arches his back, moaning around the tip of Danny's cock.

Danny's hand is like a vice grip on Sam's hair, holding him still as he cums down Sam's throat. Sam eagerly swallows it all, every last drop, "Oh Sam. Oh fuck Sam." Danny whimpers as he cums, Sam can't help it, cumming in your hand. He pulls his mouth away, moaning and whining as he cums hard for you both.

You can't help but grin as you look at these two gorgeous men. Sam wraps his arms around Danny, his head in his lap, Danny hunched over Sam, playing with his hair as they both catch their breaths. "So good. You tasted so good." Sam whispers, turning to look up at Danny. Danny kisses Sam deeply, tasting himself on his best friend's tongue. Danny hums against his lips. "Had a good teacher." Sam breathes, looking at you. You blush, moving closer to the two of them.

Sam kisses you before giving you to Danny to kiss. "So can we do this again, soon?" You ask looking to them. "Of course. I gotta know what makes you tick next." Sam smiles against your neck. "Why wait?" Danny speaks, kissing your neck. 

"No time like the present. My girl has done such a good job, being so sweet to both of us, I think she deserves some of our attention, don't you think Sammy?" Danny coos in your ear, kissing up your neck, his hand cradling your jaw. "Mm, the teacher becomes the subject." Sam smirks, kissing up the other side of your neck. You feel like you could burst into flames with the way their touches feel on your body. "Y-Yes please." You submit without a fight, not wanting to wait for your turn after being so terribly teased from watching Sam suck off your boyfriend.

"You're gonna love playing with her, she's such a good girl for me. You're gonna be a good girl for Sam, baby?" Danny asks, turning your face to him, your eyes hooded with lust. "Yes, sir. I can be good." You whisper, a subtle quiver in your voice, you can hardly wait. "Good, pretty girl." Danny whispers against your lips, kissing you deep. He pulls away from you, looking over to Sam, "You want to ask her to lay down, Sammy? I don't think our girl deserves to wait any longer." Danny says, ever the mind reader.

"Lay down, pretty girl." Sam smiles, lending you a hand to help you onto the bed. You relax into the pillows, your heart slamming in your chest. The two boys kneel on either side of your body, their eyes feasting over your figure. You should feel semi nervous, but you can't help but feel so safe. You know they only want to make you feel good. Danny's hand runs up your inner thigh, up to your pussy. You sigh out a moan, "Oh Sammy, she needs it bad." Danny smirks as his fingers run up from your pussy to your clit, the collective wetness on Danny's fingertips make your mind melt as he begins to swirl your clit under his middle finger with ease. "Just feel how wet she is for us." Danny invites Sam closer, his hand dragging along the expanse of your inner thigh. You spread your legs wider, showing off just how much you need it. Sam's fingers glide gently inside of you, you moan as his long, slender fingers press ever so slowly inside of you. "Oh fuck." Sam whispers, his cock bounces, so hard with need again. "You're soaked." Sam smiles, his eyes holding yours, you can't help but blush. The sound of your own wetness fills the room as Sam's fingers slowly move in and out. "That's my girl." Danny smiles at you, his fingers on your clit combined with Sam's make you cry out, your eyes fluttering shut as your hips buck.

"Not yet, baby doll. We're just getting started." Danny grins, his hand moving away, prompting Sam to follow suit. You can't help but whimper in frustration. "Danny, please." You whine, your thighs pressing together for some sort of relief. "Spread your legs baby, let me show Sam how you like to cum on my face." Danny asks softly.

You follow his order, letting Danny lay between your legs, making himself at home while Sam moves closer to your hip so he can watch. Danny's hands run softly up your legs and rest on your thighs, his eyes closed as he kisses you on your thighs. "She likes it when you start slow, don't you, baby?" Danny speaks quietly between your thighs. The warm air from his lips makes you practically buzz with excitement. "Yes, sir." You smile shyly. "Kiss her just like this, she feels so soft and warm." Danny explains, kissing you sweetly, pressing wet, lazy kisses up both inner thighs. "Then, slowly, bring your tongue up through her folds." Danny says, his tongue gently trailing up your wetness, making you sigh gently at the sensation of his cool tongue. "You see? She loves it. Don't you, princess?" You nod quickly, "Mhmm." You whine. "Then a few more times, just like that." Danny says to Sam, almost ignoring your whimpers. Danny's hands go to your hips, pulling you closer, your legs propping up out of habit, giving Danny a place to bring his hands, pulling your thighs to lay against his shoulders. "See? She knows how she wants it." Danny smirks to Sam, who is now lazily pumping himself as he watches. Danny closes his eyes, his tongue moving quicker on your clit, your back arches as he hums out a moan against you. Sam lends a hand to Danny, moving hair away from his face. It makes you go crazy watching them like this.

Soon, Danny pulls away and sits back up, kneeling next to Sam. "You wanna make my girl cum for you?" Danny asks Sam. Sam nods quickly, "God, yes, please." Sam answers. The two trade places, and you're already a dizzy mess. "Kiss her thighs, get her comfortable." Danny says, his eyes flitting up to you, his hand on your calf as he watches from your side so he can watch.

Sam kisses your thighs, his eyelashes tickle as he looks up at you and then over to Danny. He follows Danny's instructions, moving his tongue to your pussy, licking gently through them. You and Sam both sigh softly, "She does taste good." Sam murmurs, almost to himself. You can't help but blush as Sam loses himself in tasting you. Lapping you up, ever so gently. "Faster Sammy, right against her clit, she'll-" as Sam follows Danny's prompt, your hand moves into Sam's hair, your legs spreading open. "She'll do that." Danny grins as your hand tightens in Sam's hair, earning a moan from Sam. "Good boy." Danny whispers before kissing Sam on the shoulder.

It feels so good, your legs begin to shake, "Oh god Sam." You cry out, "There you go Sammy, latch your lips around her clit and suck." Danny comments, Sam follows. You cry loudly, eyes squeezed shut as your legs clamp around Sam's head. Sam moans as he presses his hips against the mattress, "She's close, dig your fingers into her hips and pull her closer, she tries to fight it but she knows she's close." Danny eggs Sam on, knowing just how you like it. Sam's hands grip tightly to you, his tongue flat as he moves his head back and forth, Danny's hand on the back of Sam's head, whispering in his ear, "Good boy, just like that."

You are losing your mind, crying out Sam's name. Danny tells Sam to move his fingers inside of you, filling you up while he laps quickly at your clit. You can feel your release coming fast, Sam's long fingers brushing deep inside you while his plump lips latch around your clit. Your grip in his hair is tight as your hips buck, but Sam's mouth never leaves you. "There she is. Good girl, let it go. Let him taste it. Let Sammy feel you on his tongue." Danny says, his voice like silk in your ears. You can't stop until you cum all over Sam's mouth, "Don't over stimulate her, just let her come down slowly, lap it up gentle and slow." Danny says softly, his hands caressing your face and moving your hair from your forehead. "Such a good girl for us. Always so good." Danny whispers to you, kissing your cheek, up to your lips.

You search for your breath in the haze. Losing grip on what's real. Sam lays against your thigh, just like how he did Danny's. You play with Sam's hair as you both come back to life. Sam slowly sits up, lips, cheeks, and chin shining with your cum. Danny smiles, pulling Sam into a kiss with his hand holding Sam's jaw. "She tastes good on your tongue." Danny whispers against his friend's mouth.

Sam moves to you, laying beside your form, kissing you deeply, his tongue in your mouth, letting you taste yourself. "Mmm." You hum against his lips. The three of you lay in a heap, you cuddled in-between your lovers, their hands softly wandering your body. "You did so good, Sam." You smile, your fingers running through Sam's hair, he grins at you. "I had a good teacher."

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[joonmon]

Day 19

*cue evil laughter 😈*

I was listening to Crazy Form while posting this, so you can say the song kinda influenced me😜 anyways stream crazy form9⃣0⃣2⃣4⃣

https://open.spotify.com/track/2KoeSRTm9cRulYnkaEyUaP?si=EOgwaGNZSXS5f-722B1deQ

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=9t57C7NcjWo&si=nRckWQXkXXzQwBwo

[minghaoslatina]

I WANT YOU

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pairing: san x f!reader

warnings: a little insecurity, maybe one curse word

word count: 1k

now playing 🎧 snooze by sza

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As you walk alongside the beautiful Han River, Seonghwa is the first one to notice the lovestruck glances that San keeps giving you. You are busy talking to Hongjoong, but San's attention seems focused entirely on you. He can't seem to take his eyes off you, and it's starting to become apparent to everyone around you. San is desperate to know why you are so shy around the other members, except for Hongjoong and Wooyoung, who are already your friends.

Despite his efforts to get closer to you, you always seemed too shy to speak to him. San even asked Hongjoong to tell him about your interests so that he could talk to you more, but you remained reserved and distant even then. However, little does San know you have always had a little crush on him, but you have kept it to yourself, only confiding in Wooyoung, who is one of your best friends. Because of his close friendship with you and San, Wooyoung suggests you and San save a spot for them to sit around while they all get food.

Your fingers nervously graze the soft fabric of your sundress as you silently plead with Wooyoung through your eyes. San, sensing the opportunity for a private moment, smiles discreetly, his eyes twinkling with anticipation.

"Can't I just come with you?" you question Wooyoung quietly so only he can hear.

Wooyoung lets out a small sigh before responding, "You have to talk to him eventually." He gently pushes you towards San, who is waiting patiently nearby. The rest of your group has already left, leaving you standing alone with San.

San turns to you and asks, "Would you like to sit on that bench?" He points to a wooden bench a few steps away from where you both are standing. You nod in agreement and follow him to the bench. As you sit down, you can feel the sun's warmth on your skin, and a gentle breeze blows through your hair. You notice San looking at you with a friendly smile on his face.

"Don't worry, I won't bite," he says, laughing as he watches you sit at the far end of the bench, leaving a noticeable gap between you two. You laugh along with him and begin to scoot closer to him, feeling a bit nervous but excited at the same time. Your heart starts racing as you steal a glance at San. He is incredibly attractive, and his cologne smells so good. You can't help but wonder if he could possibly feel the same way about you. However, you quickly dismiss the thought, convinced that he couldn't possibly like you back.

San compliments you on your dress, and your cheeks turn red in response. "I like your dress; it's cute," he says with a smile. You thank him quietly, feeling a bit self-conscious under his gaze. You look away, and San can't help but wonder if you dislike him.

"Why are you so shy around me?" San decided to ask, hoping to get an answer finally.

You shrug, "You kind of intimidate me," you admit.

"Why?" San looks at you, almost as if he's admiring you. As you finally meet his gaze, San feels a flutter in his chest. He can't help but notice how beautiful you look when you blush.

You sigh before responding, "You're just so...so kind. You're kind to everyone you meet, respectful, speak truthfully at the time, and humble. How could anyone hate you? You're so perfect, San. It intimidates me because I'm not good enough for you," you breathe as if you kept it inside for so long.

San only looks at you with intense admiration.

"What?" you ask, noticing he hasn't said anything yet.

He doesn't answer.

Instead, he raises his hand to your cheek and leans in slowly, his eyes locked onto yours. You feel a hint of hesitation in his touch, as if he's waiting for you to push him away, but you don't. You allow him to press his lips against yours, and you indulge in the softness of his kiss. The moment feels perfect, and you can sense the overwhelming emotions that San is experiencing.

As he pulls away, you find yourself bringing him back into the kiss, unable to resist the feeling of his lips on yours. The sensation is addicting, and when you finally pull away, you can't help but feel a sense of warmth spread throughout your body as you take in the sight of his dimples and the flustered look on his face.

"I'm not perfect at all. All I know is that you've always been perfect to me, y/n", San says, making your eyes watery. "Will you be my girlfriend?" he asks, taking your hand.

"I'm not good enough for you," you repeat.

San shakes his head, "Don't be ridiculous. I want to be with you, princess."

You put your hand on top of his and start listing your flaws.

"I push people away."

"I want to be with you."

"I can't cook for shit."

"I want to be with you."

"I'll drive you insane."

"I want to be with you."

As you listen to San's words, your emotions start to take over, and a tear escapes your eye, rolling down your cheek, as you feel an overwhelming surge of feelings in your heart.

"Okay," you reply, letting San wipe away your tears. "That escalated quickly," you said soon after, making you both laugh.

"I thought it would take longer to make you open up," San said truthfully, looking at you with a soft smile on his lips.

"Wooyoung left us here alone for a reason," you shrugged, pecking San's cheek playfully. He chuckled at your cute gesture, feeling a warm feeling spread through his body.

"What's taking them so long?" San asked curiously, glancing around for his loud group of friends. You also turned to look, wondering where they had gone.

"They're probably giving us enough time to talk," you concluded with a small smile. The two of you continued to chat, enjoying each other's company. It wasn't long before the sun started setting, and the group returned with delicious food.

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a/n 💌

this could be better but I wanted to post something before work 😭🫶🏼

[alantern-inthenight]

Designated Driver

blurb, Sam x Danny x Reader

Warnings: HEAVY slash, sexual themes, drinking

A/N: Hello gorgeous folk! I am not normally fic writer, but my Sanny x Reader brainrot and the egregious lack of Sam fics in this fandom has driven me out of my corner and into writing. This is my first ever fanfic, so apologies for middling writing, still getting used to the format.

“Gorgeous! There you are!” Sam exclaims drunkenly from his spot on the couch as you approach. You had (regrettably) offered to DD this party, which resulted in you having to have a sober conversation with an acquaintance from highschool you couldn’t remember the name of.

Your boys, it seems, are having a very different experience.

You found them on Jakes couch, Sam sitting on Danny’s lap relaxed into him and sporting hickies you’re certain weren’t there when you left. Danny wasn’t really one for PDA, especially since Sam and him were still finding their social footing as boyfriends.

Danny’s attention is pulled from his conversation,

“Babyy was wondering where you went. Come join us.” For a moment your feet are glued to the floor, too take by the scene in front of you; Sam so casually layed out on top of Danny, with one of Danny’s arms around his waist and the other casually taking his fingers through Sam’s hair. After a moment you snap back to reality and take a seat next to them, leaning your head on Danny’s shoulder. A closer look shows you both of their eyes are completely glazed over.

“What have you two been up to this whole night? I haven’t seen you once.”

Samm cranes his neck down to plant a kiss on your lips, which lasts a little longer than the quick peck you were expecting. He pulls a little on your bottom lip before breaking away.

“Sorry sweetheart we decided to go shot for shot, but someone got a little drunk and couldn’t keep it in his pants.” Sams sentence capped off in a sing songy tone.

“Not my fault you gave me fuck me eyes in the middle of beer pong.” Danny muttered burying his face into Sam’s shoulder. You give him a reassuring kiss on the check, speaking in his ear,

“Don’t worry baby I understand, our Sammy is such a tease its horrible really.”

All of a sudden Danny whips his face towards you, pulling you into a needy kiss. One of his hands comes up to cup your jaw while the other holds Sam in place as he leans closer to you. He chases your lips, giving you a disappointed look as you pull away.

“Hi Daniel” You let out an affection chuckle. Momentarily your eyes drift over to Sam who’s jaw hangs open. Clearly reveling in the little display.

“Pretty giirl. Forgot we found you, just got excited when I remembered.” He half slurs.

“Okay, you two are fucked up its time to go.” You go to stand, but Danny’s hand immediately pulls you back down.

Sam momentarily comes out of his drunken stupor to whine, “Not yet. I’m not drunk babe I could totally land a plane right now.”

“Yeah I was talking to Jake, can’t leave yet.” At the mention of his name Jake’s attention turns to you three.

“If I don’t have to listen to Sam talk anymore tonight I’m not complaining.” He retorts much to Sam’s offence.

At that, Danny raises his eyebrows, “Oh believe me Sammy is great at shutting up if you give him something else to do with his mouth. ” Your face goes beet red at the statement. Sam on the other hand throws his head back, letting out his signature stoner chuckle. Jake cringes.

“Yep. Gross. Didn’t need to know that about my brother. Leaving now.” With that Jake gets up and heads to the kitchen.

This time you jump of the couch more resolutely.

“Okay time to go for real. Before you say or do anything else that’ll traumatize you tomorrow..”

You pull Sam up, despite Danny’s protests, only for him to immediately fall forward and wrap his arms around your neck. He presses his forehead against yours.

“Did I tell you how gorgeous you look in this dress?” He murmurs.

“Yes Sammy, dozens of times on our way here.”

You feel a second body press up against your back. Danny wraps his arms around your waist.

“Yeah pretty girl, good thing you were hiding this whole party.”

You struggle to think of anything either than the feeling of the boyfriend sandwich you’re in, and all of the drunken affection being sent your way. Especially as Danny starts to press kisses into the back of your neck.

Catching a cackling Josh walk by however pulls you back to reality pretty quickly. You wriggle your way out of their grasp pulling them both by the hand.

“Okay as much as I love you both it is time to go home. I can’t carry either one of your drunk asses to the car so we better quit while we’re ahead.”

Despite their groaning, and lazy make out in then backseat on the drive home, both boys passed out as soon as they got in bed.

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“I’m sorry Daniel said what to my brother.” Sams eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head at the breakfast table. Danny had dropped his spoonful of cereal to bury his face into his arms in shame.

“Yeah Sam we can never drink together again.”

[st4ytiny]

Cause I don't wanna be in love with another, even in another life

AN: I'm having ateez and stray kids brainrot rn. Rewatching all of skz code and wanteez... LORDDDD IM LEGIT SOBBING I LOVE THEM ALL <33333

Mentions of soft San, fluff with a sligth slice of angst and implied nsfw. Mostly teeth rotting fluff, self indulgent (sorry not sorry)

Sannie who is the kindest guy you've ever met. Many think he's tough and mean, but once you get to know him a bit more, he's actually just a ball of sunshine. He's warm, comforting, gentle, nurturing and healing. Somehow he always has something to say no matter your problem. He has the most gentle touches. Jokes and laughter is also a big part of your time together. He enjoys having his hair played with while he reads. Head in your lap while you do random stuff.

Sannie who loves poetry and loves writing for you. Even if he doesn't have the courage to show it to you. I feel like he's the type of boyfriend to leave you notes around the house with words he can't say in person. The type of boyfriend to crush on his partner, who goes above and beyond to make you feel better if life is shitty atm. He enjoys being your safe haven and feels safe being with you. The boyfriend who can't handle alcohol so whenever you two are out, at an event or dinner with his group, he ends up taking care of you. If he is drinking I have a feeling he's gonna end up in your lap, clinging onto you for dear life. (I feel like he cries alot when he's drunk? THAT ONE TIME HE GOT SCARED BY THE MEMBERS IN THAT WANTEEZ EP. AND CRIED. I LITERALLY SOBBED, MY SANNIE)

Sannie who needs a stong bond to the people he surrounds himself with. I feel like he's attracted to individuals who are older than him. Preferably if you enjoy working out, being outside or is a bit of a nerd. Love has no boundraries for him though. He likes feeling like he's stronger than you, just because he likes being protective. Even though you both know who's gonna be ordering for you two. He is the type of guy to act intimidating if someone approaches you when you're on a date. Then afterwards he's gonna be like "Woah, did I look intimidating just now?", "Woah, Hyung/Noona didn't I look totally badass?" (SOBBING I NEED A BF LIKE HIM, SORRY THIS IS SO SELF INDULGENT)

Sannie who loves being praised for small things. He thives of being helpful for you. ESPECIALLY IF HE IS TALLER THAN YOU. He enjoys watching you while doing the most mundane things. He enjoys the smell that your parfume leaves in the bathroom, or the fog on the mirror. He enjoys seing your favorite colour next to his favorite colour when he's out shopping. Sends you pictures of it with "This is us" attatched to it. I don't feel like gift giving is is biggest love language. BUT i do think he's the type of guy to give you a pretty rock because he thought about you when he saw it.

Sannie who gets stressed and insecure easily. Reassurance is important in your relationship. As well as gentle reminders that you think he is the awesomest. Joking around with him when he's stressed is something that makes him let go of the tension in his shoulders. He loves just sinking into your warm touches at the end of the day. When he's touring or busy, he forces wooyoung to cuddle him while he wants to cry because you're not there. If you're an idol aswell, i believe San would cheer you on alot. He'd be so proud whenever he saw you absolutely devour the stage. You two might also write lyrics/poetry together.

Sannie who can be rough when it comes to being intimate. But when he's stressed, exhausted, sad or insecure, he definatly enjoys you being soft, praising him and a tiny bit of body worship. He likes having his hair played with and i have a feeling that his some of his sweet spots are his arms, neck and thighs/calfs?? I don't know. He likes recieving but also giving. Definatly soft dom leaning though.

Songs I listened to DIMPLE - BTS, HURT - NEW JEANS, HEAVY - THE MARIAS, VAMPIRE EMPIRE - BIG THIEF, HEAVENLY - C.A.S

[stardustbarbarians]

The Sound of Thunder

A Sam Kiszka / Daniel Wagner fic

Summary: When Sam was hired to catch Danny, he got more than he bargained for.

Tags: bounty hunter!Sam, outlaw!Danny, 1870s Arizona, getting together, slow burn, fluff, a touch of angst

Words: 14.9 k

A/N: Yeah when I said slow burn I meant it. I have no chill when it comes to cowboys. Couple of quick things: there's a character named Micah in this fic that is not based off of Josh's partner, but a character from rdr2 who I fucking hate. Secondly, I tried to be as period accurate as I could be (fun fact: did you know one of the most iconic Old West figures, Buffalo Bill, had long, curly hair?). Also, I referenced a certain singer multiple times in here; if you know who that is you win a gold star from me! Lastly, this fic's title is taken from Caught My Breath by Palace. Dedicated to @runwayblues. Enjoy!! <3

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“I’ve never been real good at startin’ stories,” the outlaw admitted, the left corner of his lip pulling upwards in a wry way. 

“Well, it sure is a good thing I’m looking for the truth rather than a story, ain’t it?” The other man’s boots made a heavy sound as they tapped down against the dusty wooden floor. A small metallic jingle resounded with each step as well, the spurs on his boots jostling as he circled the man tied to the chair in the center of the room. 

That got a scoff of a laugh from the outlaw. His dark eyes followed the bounty hunter that circled him like a vulture; that comparison itself almost made him laugh again. The outlaw always thought bounty hunters were like those carrion birds: earning their keep from other people’s kills. 

“Would you even believe me if I told it to ya?” the outlaw shot back, refusing to crane his neck as the bounty hunter walked behind him. 

The bounty hunter sighed deeply, an annoyed sound that came from his bones. It amused the outlaw to no end. 

“Just tell me what you were doin’ in Clearwater. Make it easy for the both of us,” the bounty hunter attempted to bargain, his patience wearing thin. He even pulled out his six-shot from its holster, twirling the weapon around on his finger just like his big brother taught him all those years ago. It wasn’t meant to be an intimidation method, at least not entirely. It had been a habit of his ever since that pearl-handled revolver had been passed down to him. 

“Why? Pissin’ you off has been the highlight of my week.” A borderline cruel laugh tumbled from the outlaw’s lips. His eyes glittered in the flame of the kerosene lamp that flickered on the desk in front of him - behind the bounty hunter - as he gazed into the quasi-lawman’s eyes. 

“Y’know,” the bounty hunter started, bending at his waist to be level with the current thorn in his side, refusing to be intimidated by his unwavering glare and only returning it ten-fold, “for a fella in real deep shit, you sure are pushing your goddamn luck.” 

The outlaw wet his lips before smiling. It wasn’t a friendly one, neither. It evoked images of snakes coiled up before striking, hammers on revolvers being cocked, and knives pressing into throats. 

“Ain’t that worrying you, pretty boy?” 

“What, that you don’t respect me? I already know you’re a fool.” 

That seemed to be just the right answer. That amusement finally reached the outlaw’s eyes, sending an involuntary shiver down the bounty hunter’s spine. 

“You sure I’m the fool?” 

As if on cue, a thunderous BOOM! ripped through the relative quiet of the immature night. The wall behind the bounty hunter of the single-room cabin the two were holed up in was blown clean open. The shockwave sent him to the ground, splinters showering down on him as the desk protected him from the major debris. The ringing in his ears muffled the sounds of men shouting, his head pounding from where it made contact with the floor. He would’ve been consumed by the darkness encroaching on his vision if it hadn’t been for the sensation of a boot toe turning him onto his back and the sharp sting of a large hand cracking him across the cheek. 

“That was fun, Kiszka! Let’s do it again sometime!” the outlaw hollered, his silhouette towering over him. He was cast in a silvery color, the light of the moon highlighting half of his face. His toothy smile seemed genuine, his amusement almost childlike as it scrunched up his prominent nose. 

“Deadeye, let’s go! The whole place is gonna go up like a torch!” a disembodied voice shouted from where the wall had been blown up. The outlaw’s attention was snapped to the voice, leaving the bounty hunter to feel a strange cold wash over him at the loss.

“Be right out!” he called back, his attention once again fixating back onto the bounty hunter. He pulled his pistol from where it was tucked into the bounty hunter’s belt, the man having confiscated it when he apprehended Deadeye. “Catch me if you can, pretty boy.” 

With a wink and a simultaneous click of his tongue, the outlaw dashed from the bounty hunter’s view and off to join his band of miscreants. Numerous hoofbeats followed shortly after, decrescendoing into the night. He could hear his own horse whinnying with fear as the cabin’s fire grew larger by the second. 

With what little strength he had, Sam Kiszka pulled himself out of the debris and splinters. Gathering what little he could with such short notice, he hurried off to where his trusty steed was tethered. His entire body ached as he mounted up, his teeth gritted against the pain. His face burned as he whipped his horse’s reins and the fire blazing at his back could not be blamed. 

That had been their first time meeting. Sam had been hired by the sheriff in the town of Clearwater to track down and capture the infamous “Deadeye” Wagner and his posse. There wasn’t anything concrete, but the sheriff was pretty damn sure the outlaw that had been terrorizing their state for nearly a year was to blame for the batch of cattle hustling and home robberies that had taken place while they were in town. 

“You’re our best hope,” the sheriff had spoken right after Sam was given Deadeye’s wanted poster. It wasn’t meant as a slight, Sam knew that. But, he read between the lines of that statement. 

You’re our best hope since we can’t hire your brothers. 

Josh and Jake had been the best trackers and bounty hunters the west had ever seen. They were always in demand, often getting job offers multiple times in a single day and having letters written to them asking for their help. There was not a single bounty they couldn’t bring to justice. 

Until Reno. 

Jake had caught that bullet in the throat and Josh couldn’t shake it. He quit the life right after he shot the bastard who killed Jake between the eyes. He lives up in the mountains somewhere now; Sam will write to him when he has the time. But, as it is, Sam was left to take on the family business. He didn’t know any other way of living, or else he might’ve been a ranch hand or something. 

The Kiszka name didn’t hold the same weight as it used to. And everyone knew that. Sure. Sam was good at his job, but his name no longer struck fear into the hearts of criminals like it had before Jake died. He wasn’t as good as the twins were and he could sense that gap in skill each time he took on a job. He could see the patronizing look in their eyes as they longed to be hiring his brothers in his stead. He could hear the “you’re not as good as them” in their words. He felt their forced respect with each interaction. 

But he kept doing his job. And he kept doing it well. He may not have had his brothers’ level of talent, but he was still far better than any other bounty hunter in the state. 

And that was why he was specifically reached out to in order to find Deadeye. It had taken him longer than it would have finding other bounties, but Deadeye was no ordinary bounty. When that whole incident went down with the Diamondback Gang blowing up a house and Sam losing some of his hearing in his left ear, he had been tracking them for two weeks before he was finally able to be in the same town. It was another few days before Sam could catch the elusive Deadeye on his own. 

Since then, it had been his personal mission to take down Deadeye himself. He didn’t focus solely on catching the bastard - he needed money for food - but he always kept his eye out for any possible lead. Most of them had been completely useless, oftentimes coming to him when it was far too late and the Diamondbacks had already moved on. But, just as a broken clock is right twice a day, Sam will receive useful information from time to time. 

And that was how Sam had found himself being the one tied to the chair this time around. 

“Y’know, I was expectin’ you to show up again. But this certainly wasn’t how I pictured it,” Deadeye drawled, leaning against the far wall and cast in shadow. Sam watched as the pocket knife he was tossing in his hand would catch the light of the kerosene lamp hanging from the ceiling. 

“I’m almost afraid to ask what this daydream entailed,” Sam shot back, wriggling against the rough rope as it cut into his wrists. He knew they were going to be raw when he got out of them, he just hoped they didn’t end up bloody by the end. 

Deadeye chuckled at the statement, the sound reminiscent of thunder roiling. He pushed off from the wall, his boots heavily hitting the ground to fill the void of voices. It was just the two of them in that cellar; Deadeye had sent the rest of the Diamondbacks up to the house they had commandeered. Deadeye was sure to inform Sam that the house had belonged to a vile bastard who preyed on women. And, while it was still wrong to hang the man by dragging him behind his horse, Sam can’t say he was particularly upset with the outlaw for his actions. 

“We’ll just say that there was a lot less rope involved… and a lot more whiskey.” 

“Hell, if you’re offerin’ I’d sure as shit love a nip.” Sam never let his eyes stray from his captor’s face, but he also made sure to pay attention to the man’s hand that sat on his gun belt. While he was tossing the knife with his right hand, everyone knew that Deadeye’s left hand was the one you should fear. He was the only left-handed draw in the state and the only one worth their salt in the whole country. 

That earned Sam a laugh. A genuine one. It was saturated in smoke and rattled in his chest - no doubt a side effect of having been shot there a handful of years ago. But, nonetheless, it burned good as it hit his ears just like a good hard liquor slides down your throat. 

“I knew I liked you,” the outlaw declared, finally slipping his hunting knife back into its spot next to the gun hanging from his hip. Immediately, it was replaced by a flask the man had pulled out from the inside breast pocket of his vest. 

He uncapped it and took a pull of his own, walking slowly to the spot right in front of Sam. The bounty hunter watched as the man’s adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, the chords in his neck flexing as he tipped his head back. 

“You sure it’s a good idea to get drunk? Considerin’ you’re in the clutches of the man you’ve been huntin’ for months?” Deadeye asked after pulling the flask away from his lips. 

“The way I see it: if I’m gonna die, might as well get to enjoy something on the way out,” Sam professed, nodding his head towards the silver, engraved drink vessel. 

Wagner obliged, carefully pressing the opening of the flask to Sam’s lips. The bounty hunter tipped his head back, taking a long pull of the liquor. It burned as it slid down his gullet, but it didn’t stop him from taking another gulp. He maintained the eye contact he held with the outlaw, something burning in him that couldn’t be blamed on the whiskey. 

“You think I’m gonna kill you?” Deadeye questioned, capping the flask before slipping it back into his vest pocket. There was a very faint quiver in his voice that was easily missed if you weren’t paying attention. It was hushed with a clearing of the outlaw’s throat. 

“That, or you’re tryna see just how much someone is willin’ to pay to set me free.” Sam wet his lips to catch the bead of whiskey that had pilled on his bottom lip. He watched as something strange happened to the outlaw’s eyes in the flickering lamplight. 

“That so?” 

“I’ll just go ahead and save you the trouble, friend. Ain’t no one out there willin’ to spend a single cent on me,” Sam sardonically groused. He felt his temper worsen at his own words. 

Deadeye just watched his captive for a while. There seemed to be something brewing underneath that curly head of hair he had, and Sam had the distinct feeling he wasn’t gonna like the outcome. Now that the man knew Sam was practically worthless, he knew he was living off of borrowed time. There was a possibility - however slim - of him making it out of there alive, but he needed a distraction. 

“That ain’t what I heard,” Deadeye finally responded. 

“What you mean?” Sam had the distinct feeling Deadeye was toying with him, like he was luring Sam into a room only to pull the rug out from under him and get him to tumble unceremoniously to the ground. He didn’t like it at all. 

Deadeye shrugged, his arms crossing over his chest after sitting down in the only other chair in the place. Even in the limited light of the kerosene flame, Sam could see the way his shirt strained against the outlaw’s shoulders. 

“The way I hear it, you’re the number one bounty hunter in the state. Costs a pretty penny to hire you.” Wagner had leaned back in the chair, his posture perfectly relaxed. 

Kiszka couldn’t help the scoff that tumbled from his lips. Bringing up his rate… how ridiculous. “People don’t pay a ransom for their tools.” 

“They would if they were smart. In this instance.” 

Sam gazed quizzically at his captor, as if he were a puzzle and the pieces were all scrambled. 

“You’re the only bastard who’s been able to track me down twice,” Deadeye finally elaborated after Sam kept giving him a funny look. 

While he talked, Sam slowly slid his leg back so that he could reach into his boot. 

“Typically the ‘bastards’ who hunt you down don’t live too long after they find you,” Sam bit, the venom in his voice not intentional. 

The outlaw laughed once more, this one having almost a nostalgic twang to it. 

“That just makes you one of a kind, pretty boy.” 

The nickname gave the bounty hunter pause. He’d called Sam that before during their first meeting. It should have irritated him. It really should have. 

“Why ain’t you killed me?” is what Sam asked. What he really meant was what makes me different? 

“I already told you,” Wagner started, his voice sounding like honey as he leaned forward in the chair to look deeper into Sam’s eyes, “I like you.”

“Why?” 

Deadeye chuckled, a short little scoff of a laugh, and leaned back in his chair once more. “‘Cause. You’re fun.” 

It was Sam’s turn to scoff. 

“All we done is tie each other up. And your boys blowin’ me half to hell,” Sam quipped, the ringing in his left ear somehow getting louder at the memory. 

“Yeah, but you seem to be forgettin’ exactly how you got me in that chair. I ain’t never been bush-whacked by a fella who lassoed me first,” Deadeye admitted, amusement dripping from his tone and from the toothy grin he wore. 

The rope around Sam’s wrists loosened. He slowly and carefully closed the small pocket knife before slipping it back into his boot. 

“You say that like you often get kidnapped,” Sam dryly pointed out, carefully unwinding the rope from his wrists and coiling it up in his hands. He was diligently keeping his wrists together, miming that they were still tied up. 

“You said it yourself. I’ve been hunted down quite a lot in my time.” Sam had wished that Wagner had taken off his hat so that he might see the outlaw’s eyes. Something told him from the way that he kept his voice carefully level, Deadeye was masking how he truly felt about that. Something that his eyes wouldn’t be able to hide. Was he mad? Scared? Amused? Sam was dying to know. For what reason it made his curiosity burn, Kiszka couldn’t tell you. 

There was a beat where Deadeye waited for the bounty hunter to speak. Like a breath being held, there was a palpable pause as they both waited for conversation. And Sam did answer. 

But it wasn’t with words. 

Sam took the opportunity to lunge at his opponent and tackle him to the ground. Both of their chairs fell to the ground with a thunderous CRASH! and Deadeye’s even splintered into hundreds of pieces as it took the weight of both fully grown men. The bounty hunter used the rope he cut off his wrists to press into Wagner’s throat; not enough pressure to choke the man to death, but enough that the outlaw knew Sam could do that if he needed to. He straddled the man under him, his knees on either side of Deadeye’s hips. 

For some strange reason, and before Sam could even voice his demands, the outlaw started to laugh. It wasn’t a pure laugh like a child’s, but one that was full of a twisted kind of delight. The bastard had a cocky smile on his lips, the left corner of his mouth pulling up in a crooked, toothy grin. It made a shiver go down Sam’s spine, one that he had to suppress from wracking his entire body. 

“Well, partner, you have my full attention, now,” Deadeye breathed, both of his hands facing upwards in a show of his surrender to Sam. It was a strange thing. 

Sam pulled Deadeye’s revolver out of the man’s holster and pointed it right at his head. “You let me walk right on outta here and no one has to die, alright?” 

They both knew that Deadeye was the stronger man of them both. If he wanted, he could turn the tides of this situation in the blink of an eye. Yet, for some reason, he was letting Sam be in control. 

No doubt in reaction to the commotion Sam had caused when he attacked their boss, a few of the Diamondbacks burst through the door of the cellar the two men were in. Kiszka instantly turned the gun to them out of instinct, noting how they each had a rifle or revolver of their own. 

“You sneaky BASTARD! He got the boss!” One of them yelled, causing Sam to point the gun right back at Deadeye’s head. 

“Make one wrong move and I’ll paint this floor with his brains, you hear?!” Kiszka shouted back, his free hand fisting Wagner’s shirt collar and pressing him harder into the floor. 

“Ohhhhhh, we all know you ain’t got the stomach for that, pretty boy,” the same man hissed, bringing his rifle up to his eye and pulling on the lever to rack in a shot. 

Sam bristled at the usage of the nickname. 

“You wanna take that chance?” Sam slowly threatened, never breaking eye contact with that particular Diamondback. 

“Lucky I’m-”

“Enough!” 

Deadeye’s voice cut through the air. It was a commanding presence, one that even made Sam obey. Though, given the way that Deadeye was looking at his crew, Sam was not the one he directed that order to. 

There wasn’t another word uttered out of Wagner’s mouth. Yet, somehow, he made his crew lower their weapons. Reluctantly, of course, if the way they all still gripped their guns tightly and kept their fingers on the trigger was any indication. Each one wore a scowl that could curdle milk. 

Finally, Deadeye’s attention fell back onto Sam. Despite being the one with the gun pressed into his temple, Sam couldn’t shake the feeling that Wagner was in control. 

“Let ‘em go, boys,” the outlaw smoothly ordered, his eyes never leaving Sam’s. From this proximity, Sam saw that they were a light brown with hints of green in them. They reminded Sam of a mossy tree you might see in a cold forest after a heavy rain. 

“What!?” the Diamondback that Sam was arguing with earlier hissed, clearly unhappy with that decision. 

“Isaiah, get Micah outta here! Before I slit his throat!” Deadeye waved his hand animatedly at the men above his head. It was the first time Sam had witnessed the outlaw’s infamous rage. He’d heard about it from the survivors of his gang’s attacks and read about it, too. But it was much more powerful experiencing it first-hand. And Sam had the feeling he’d only seen a glimpse of it. 

Just like he’d asked, one of the Diamondbacks - Isaiah - grabbed the confrontational member - Micah - and dragged him out of the room. From the looks of it, no one was upset at this change. 

“You’re good, Sam,” Deadeye praised, that dark amusement back in his tone as he slowly rose to his elbows, “real good.” 

Sam slowly pulled the gun off of the outlaw’s temple, but kept the barrel pointed at him. You couldn’t be too careful when facing down a predator. 

“Your skills, well…” Wagner slid out from under Sam, getting to his feet with Sam quick to follow, “You certainly live up to the stories, if not more so.” 

“I don’t rightly get you, friend,” the bounty hunter huffed, his frustration at Deadeye’s confusing treatment of him finally showing outwardly. At least a little. 

Wagner chuckled. “‘Course you wouldn’t. Not yet, at least.” He said the last part under his breath. 

Even though Sam was still pointing his own gun at him, Deadeye seemed to be as relaxed as a lizard sunbathing on a rock. His hands were still up in surrender, yet it seemed more of a formality than an act of self-preservation. 

The outlaw jerked his head towards the door where his men were watching everything go down, their guns still lowered but trigger fingers in position waiting to pounce. “Go on out. They won’t give you no trouble, I promise.” 

Sam cast his eyes towards the stairs quickly, placing them back onto Deadeye. While still facing his opponent, Sam made side-steps towards the exit. He still kept the gun trained on the outlaw as insurance that his posse wouldn’t shoot him in the back. 

Just as he made it up the stairs and to the threshold, Deadeye called out to him. “Oh, and Sam? Think about what I said.” 

The bounty hunter felt that confused frustration shoot through his bloodstream again. Involuntarily, his hand clenched around the handle of the revolver. “About what, exactly? You said a lotta things.” 

“You’re an intelligent man, pretty boy. You’ll figure it out,” Wagner answered, his tone bordering on a whisper as his voice smoothly flowed from his lips. His smirk was dripping with that twisted amusement, giving Sam the feeling of a predator toying with his food. 

Before Deadeye could change his mind about setting Sam free, the man booked it for his horse. Sam whipped his mare’s reins and had her take off into a full gallop, wanting to put as much distance between him and that confusing criminal as possible. 

It wasn’t until after he’d finally stopped to rest for the night that the bounty hunter realized he’d still possessed Deadeye’s revolver. 

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The next time they met was a complete accident. 

No, really. 

Sam hadn’t taken to pursuing the Diamondbacks for months. He wanted to leave them be for the time being. And it wasn’t because of the confounding way that Deadeye made Sam feel. It wasn’t that at all so don’t even try to accuse Sam of that. 

It’s just that- well- Sam was busy. He did have a life outside of Deadeye and his band of miscreants. And that life included tracking down other criminals so that he could feed himself and his horse, Sundown. 

In fact, it was while he was chasing one of those other law breakers that he found himself in Deadeye Wagner’s company once more. They were following the same lead, it seemed. 

“You lookin’ for Cotton Jenny, too?” the general store owner questioned, not even bothering to look up from the ledger he was scribbling in to address Sam. Kiszka was surprised, to say the least. 

“Yes, sir. How’d you know?” Sam answered, adjusting the bandana around his neck as a nervous habit. 

“Son, I’ve been ‘round long enough to know a bounty hunter when I see one,” the shop owner answered irately, his big, grey eyebrows furrowing as he continued to write in his ledger. 

Kiszka had to suppress a scoff. “Only people who recognize bounty hunters are other bounty hunters… and crooks.” 

The proprietor ceased writing, finally looking up from his book. His wrinkled face told the story of a hard-fought man - a tired one. One that gave credence to the saying “beware of a man who grew old in an environment where people die young”. 

“We all got our pasts, boy,” he darkly growled like a greying attack dog. 

“Sure,” Sam drawled, his spurs jingling as he took a step towards the old man, “and some of us can’t outrun ‘em.” 

The shopkeep laughed; one single, dry cough of absurdity. “You say that like you got ghosts followin’ you.” 

“Just like you said, we all got our pasts, mister,” Sam spoke placatingly, taking another step towards the old man, shrugging his shoulders as he rested his hands on his gun belt, “and right now, the only past I’m interested in is Cotton Jenny’s. And if you help me, I’ll make it worth your while.” 

The shopkeeper and the bounty hunter stared at one another for a moment, each one deciding how they felt about the other and preparing for if that opinion was bad. But, like a frozen river breaks like a bone in a spring thaw, Sam watched as a smile slowly crept up under that bushy, white mustache. 

“I like you, kid.” Sam’s mind echoed those same words in Deadeye’s voice. It had been months, yet he could still hear his voice like he was next to his ear. 

Sam felt his shoulders relax, realizing he wasn’t in imminent danger any longer. He never let his hand stray from his gun belt, though. He knew better. 

“I’m bettin’ you’re wantin’ to know where she’s holed up,” the shopkeeper inferred, closing his ledger as a signal to Sam that he had the man’s attention. 

“Yes, sir. Any information you’ve got on her would be helpful.” Sam nodded his head, having to adjust his hat as it slid down on his forehead a touch. 

“Last anyone heard, she was seen hidin’ with her gang ‘round Cherokee Bend. If you follow the river south a ways, you’ll see a bend in the bank. Keep goin’ a bit off the beaten path, there’s an old cabin there.” 

Sam repeated the directions in his head twice. He didn’t want to get a single detail wrong. With a nod of his head, Sam reached into his satchel and pulled out a bill fold. 

“Thank you,” he politely hummed, setting the five dollars in singles on the counter. The metal clip made a dull thud against the worn wood of the counter, the light green stark against the elm board. 

Just as Sam lifted up the handle of the shop door and pulled it open, the store clerk called after him. 

“Jenny’s got a real big price on her head, son. That tends to draw in other folk who might not be so honest,” he warned, his tobacco soaked throat making his voice gruff and scratchy. It spoke of experience, his warning.

Sam simply hummed a small laugh, glancing over his shoulder at the man. “I know, sir.” He spoke from experience, too. 

And with that, Sam tipped his hat to the store owner and walked out into the burning sun of the evening. His stomach grumbled in anger, reminding the man that he hadn’t eaten since the morning. And while he still had canned food in his saddle bags, He’d rather get shot in the stomach than have to force down that metallic tasting sludge again. Goddamnit, he’d pay the odd sum of dollars to get a fresh cooked meal. 

So that pointed his boots in the direction of the saloon. 

Usually, he tended to stay away from whiskey bars and gin joints as much as he could. That was where most of his enemies would reside drinking themselves stupid. And, truly, there was nothing more dangerous to his health than a man with a gun and a mind full of liquor. Especially since his family had put away the most criminals this side of the Mississippi. That created a lot of enemies. 

With that in mind, Sam strode into the saloon and cautiously scanned the room. No one immediately stood out to him, which was always a good sign. It was early enough in the day that the patrons weren’t very drunk yet, but it was clear that many of the men were not on their first drink of the day. 

Kiszka kept his hand close to his gun as he walked, but never made the mistake of touching it. That was a sure-fire way to start a fight. He was able to reach the bar without incident, ordering himself a cut of pork loin, greens, and potatoes. And a beer. What? He never said he didn’t drink. 

While Sam waited for his meal to arrive, he tried his best to keep his head down. His head had been pounding from the moment he opened his eyes, and the only relief he got was when he closed them. Though his sight was removed, his sense of hearing sharpened. He could hear the rumble of conversation, the clink of glasses, the thud of boots, and the door opening. But he kept his eyes shut.

That was his first mistake. 

“Well, I’ll be damned,” a familiar drawl voiced to Sam’s left, a sense of cold dread washing over the bounty hunter as he recognized the speaker, “Pretty Boy Kiszka, as I live and breathe!” 

“Wagner,” Sam blandly greeted, not even bothering to even look his way, much less open his eyes.

“Awwww, don’t be like that! Ain’t you happy to see an old friend?” Deadeye threw his arm around Sam’s shoulders, jostling the man and nearly making him lose his balance. 

“We ain’t friends,” Sam growled, throwing the unwanted touch off of him. He shot the criminal a scowl pointed enough to kill a man. He should’ve known that wouldn’t deter the likes of Deadeye. 

“Sure we are,” Deadeye drawled, cozying up right next to Kiszka. The bounty hunter just rolled his eyes, but didn’t comment. At that point, he figured it would be less of a fuss to just let Deadeye do his thing then try to shove him away. 

“What brings you to the humble little town of Acacia?” Wagner trudged on, willfully ignoring all of Sam’s cues to leave him alone. 

“Ain’t no business of yours,” Sam hissed, the bartender finally placing his meal and drink down in front of him. He immediately took a swig of his beer, needing something to get through this interaction. 

For a brief moment, Deadeye didn’t say or do anything. He watched Sam as the man ate his dinner with intensely intrigued eyes. Almost as if he was studying his every move; like that would give him the answers he sought. 

“You’re goin’ after Cotton Jenny.” It was a fact. That’s how he said it. As certain as death coming his way one day, Sam was going after Cotton Jenny. 

Sam made his next mistake here. He froze. His fork was halfway to his mouth when his entire body went rigid. That was all the confirmation needed. 

The outlaw wore a satisfied grin on his face and leaned his elbows on the bar, his back pressing into the wooden counter. 

“That’s a risky business to take on all by your lonesome, cowboy,” Danny continued, his voice dripping with something saccharin. If Sam hadn’t known any better, he would’ve guessed the man was flirting.

“Who said I was alone?” 

The smile on Deadeye’s face at Sam’s comment made him realize he’d played right into the outlaw’s hands. He wanted to pound his head into the wall for his stupidity. 

“I know you, Kiszka. You ain’t ran with no one since your brothers.” 

So what if he was right? Sam didn’t like the idea of this outlaw pretending to be friendly with him. 

“If you got a point, Wagner, I suggest you make it and quick.” Sam’s jaw was clenched together as he spoke. 

“Let us ride with ya.” It was as plain as that. At least, that’s what Deadeye’s tone suggested. But Sam knew there was a catch. He wanted something out of this deal. 

“And I suppose that means you and your posse get a cut of the reward, too?” Kiszka scoffed, finally taking a bite of pork. It was a little dry, but, damn if it weren’t better than the shit he’d been eating out of cans for weeks. 

“The money’s all yours, Pretty Boy.” 

Now it was Sam’s turn to study the outlaw. There was a knit in his brow as his eyes scanned Deadeye for any hint of deception. It was too good to be true. 

“Bullshit,” Sam called, taking another drink of his beer and shaking his head. 

“We don’t need it. Me and the boys just- well… You’ll be readin’ ‘bout it in the papers soon enough.” Deadeye leaned in towards Sam as he spoke, mere inches away from one another. Sam ignored the way his husky tone made him want to shiver.  

“I should arrest you for that,” Sam argued, his voice also dipping towards the sultry side. He wasn’t aware of his tone or else he wouldn’t have employed it. Which makes it all the more incriminating. 

“But you won’t,” Wagner confidently purred, his eyes darting down to the bounty hunter’s lips as he leaned even closer. 

Many eyes in the saloon were fixated on the pair, now. Not that either of them noticed. They were all waiting for one of the men to throw a punch at the other. To spit in the other’s face. To grab them by the lapels and throw them to the ground. That was how tense the air was between the two figures. 

“So, we doin’ this or not?” Deadeye asked after the two continued to stare at one another for too long. 

Sam sighed and looked down at his plate. He bought himself some time to think as he took another bite of his dinner. While he hated to admit it, Deadeye was right. Going on this job by himself was dangerous. Then again, he went on every job by himself no matter the danger. But Cotton Jenny’s price was high for a reason. 

Can you trust him?

That was the big question, wasn’t it? Could he trust Wagner with his life? He had spared Sam twice, now. But those times were different. There would be gunfights, bloodshed, and possibly death. How did he know Wagner wouldn’t tuck tail and run? 

Taking one more drink of beer, Sam made his third mistake of the night. “Fine. But we’re doin’ this my way, got it?” Kiszka growled. He slammed the bottle onto the bar, turning to look the outlaw in the eyes. 

“Of course, boss. Your word is my command,” Wagner agreed, making a show of splaying his hands out and lowering his head to submit to Sam. It made the bounty hunter’s hackles rise. 

“Meet me at the milliner’s in an hour. Gives you enough time to gather your crew,” Sam mumbled, shaking his head at the display. He felt his lip curl back in disgust at Deadeye and his “submission” the longer he thought about it. 

“You need a new hat, m’lady?” Deadeye joked, poking fun at the location Sam chose. 

“Get outta here and let me finish my goddamn meal!” Kiszka barked, nudging the outlaw away from him and towards the door. He grudgingly followed the order, Deadeye’s boots jangling with each heavy step. 

“Hey,” the bounty hunter called out before Deadeye could reach for the door handle, “don’t make me regret this.” 

Wagner’s lips pulled up at one corner. He tipped his hat in acknowledgement before disappearing out the door. 

This is one of the stupidest ideas you’ve ever had, Kiszka. 

+++

Two hours or so after they had met up at the south end of town, they made their way back with Cotton Jenny hogtied on the back of Sam’s horse, Sundown. It had gone surprisingly well for them; not a single death on their side and only one injury. Good ol’ Micah had gone and gotten himself grazed by a bullet in the side. Lotta blood, but nothing too serious as long as he saw a doctor. With the way he was belly aching about it, though, you’d assume he was taking his final breaths. 

“Son of a BITCH!!” He cried for the fourth time as they followed the river back towards Acacia. 

“Oh, can it, would ya??” Isaiah cried, finally fed up with his acquaintance’s bluster. 

“Why we lettin’ Pretty Boy get the money, huh? We did all the hard work!” Micah griped, nudging his horse closer to Deadeye’s. 

“Cause I said so.” Deadeye left no room for argument. Yet, the annoying bastard was able to find that tiny margin for error. 

“You’re turnin’ soft, Deadeye,” Micah spat. 

“You wanna ‘nother bullet in ya, Micah? Cause we both know I ain’t one to miss,” Deadeye hissed at his subordinate. He even went so far as to draw his pistol from its holster and point it between Micah’s eyes. 

“That’s enough!” Sam yelled, cutting through the argument. “Isaiah, Virgil, take Micah with ya to the doctor’s. Deadeye, you ride with me to the city lock up. Ain’t nobody shootin’ no one, is that clear?” 

All the other men begrudgingly sighed, doing as ordered. Isaiah and Virgil, the fourth man to join from Deadeye’s crew, escorted Micah to the doctor’s office, having to veer off of the path Deadeye and Sam were taking to get to the North end of town faster. That left Deadeye and Sam by themselves. With Cotton Jenny of course. 

She had started making these panicked noises a little bit into the trip, catching the outlaw’s attention. 

“What’s up with her?” 

Sam glanced at the woman tied up on his horse. He noticed how she kept trying to get the gag off that Deadeye had stuffed into her mouth. 

“She can’t breathe,” Sam answered, reaching around with a hand free from his reins and pulling the cloth out of her mouth. It was hard enough breathing on the back of a horse when the damn thing was bucking into your ribs, Sam should know. 

As soon as he pulled it out, Jenny started gasping for breath. It was only a matter of time before she started yelling. 

“Deadeye, you rotten son of a bitch!! I oughta skin you and bleed you dry!!” 

Sam couldn’t help the laugh that burst from his lips. That certainly wasn’t what he was expecting. 

“Usually I’m the one gettin’ cursed out,” Sam admitted, an amused smile on his face as he watched Wagner change color. 

“You yellow, no good, RAT! You’re a lyin’ snake with no goddamn guts!!” Jenny continued, ignoring Sam completely. 

“That’s enough, Jen,” Deadeye hissed, the warning very clear in his words. 

“You sold me out to the law! Not only that, you helped bring me in all ‘cause some pretty boy batted his lashes at ya!!” 

“What’s she talkin’ ‘bout?” Sam inquired, searching the other man’s face. There was anger burning in his eyes, no doubt, but underneath that was something that looked like embarrassment on the outlaw’s face. 

“Dunno,” Wagner attempted. Sam was starting to realize just how bad of a liar Deadeye was. 

“Bullshit! We had a deal-”

“And deals can go sour, can’t they? You’d know that better than anyone, Jennifer,” Wagner spat at the woman, a sneer curling his lips. 

Sam was only left more puzzled than before. 

“C’mon. We’re wastin’ time,” Deadeye quickly said before urging his horse to speed up. It wasn’t long before Wagner was far up ahead of Sam and Cotton Jenny. 

Feeling thoroughly lost, Sam had Sundown pick up speed as well. He couldn’t push her as hard as Deadeye’s gelding, given the extra weight on her back. 

“You ruined everything,” the woman spat after a minute or two in silence. 

“Yeah, yeah. Heard it all before. I suggest you save your breath for the judge,” Sam tiredly responded. His headache still hadn’t let up and he just wanted some goddamn quiet. 

“Everythin’ was fine ‘tween us ‘til you came ‘round.” 

That struck Kiszka like a bolt of lightning. 

“You mean…” 

There was a bitter silence from Cotton Jenny. It was all the confirmation Sam needed. 

“Deadeye goes through women like cigars. He’ll use ‘em ‘til he gets bored and finds himself a new one,” Jenny sourly spat. There was a loneliness underneath her vitriol. 

The bounty hunter’s head felt like it was spinning like a top. 

“My advice? Don’t get too comfortable. He’ll get bored with ya sooner or later.” 

“Why are you tellin’ me this?” Sam asked, feeling extremely disoriented despite knowing exactly where he was. 

Cotton Jenny laughed at Sam. It wasn’t a pretty sound. 

“It’s a good thing you’re pretty, bounty hunter. ‘Cause clearly that head of yours ain’t made for thikin’.” 

Even though the rest of the ride went by in silence, Sam’s head was louder than cannon fire. His mind kept racing through everything Cotton Jenny had said, repeating it over and over again on a loop. And just as usual, Sam felt confounded when it came to Deadeye and his motivations. 

When they finally reached the sheriff's office, Sam was relieved to finally be rid of Cotton Jenny and her confusing words. Deadeye was waiting by the building already, horse hitched and leaning against a pillar with a smoke between his lips. Sam hitched Sundown right next to Deadeye’s gelding, using his knife to cut the rope around Jenny’s ankles before pulling her off the horse. 

“No sudden moves and you get to keep your head intact, got it?” Sam threatened, his off-hand pistol pressed into her pretty black hair at the back of her head. 

“I see why you like this one so much,” Cotton Jenny commented to Deadeye, a sourness to her tone. 

No one said a word as Wagner opened the door to the sheriff’s, watching Sam as he walked past. Sam wasted no time marching the woman into an open cell and slamming the door behind her. He was given half of the reward right then, being told to come back next week for the rest of it when payroll came. 

“You did real good back there,” Wagner warmly complimented, blowing smoke from his lips, “like you fit right in with us.” 

“Don’t.” was all Sam said. He rubbed at his temple with his free hand, his headache only worsening since Wagner approached him at the saloon. The constant ringing in his left ear, usually only a minor inconvenience, was now excruciating to his poor head. He wanted nothing more than to sit in a dark, silent room for days. 

The outlaw held up his hands in surrender. He took a solitary step back, a display to placate Sam and nothing more. There was no real danger Kiszka posed - to Wagner, anyway - and they both knew that. 

It was during this mock display that he noticed the gun Sam was holding. 

“Nice pistol ya got there, pretty boy,” Deadeye drawled, his voice reminiscent of dripping honey. 

Sam, slightly confused about the rapid change of topic, looked down at the revolver still in his hand. It was a custom one; one only a man with money to burn could pay for. Gold inlays on the blackened steel glowed in the moonlight shining down on them. Right below the hammer was an etched eye, the crying thing Xed out in gold. 

Sam knew instantly what Deadeye was doing. It was his gun, after all. The one Sam had stolen from him the last time they were face to face. He decided to play dumb. He looked between the outlaw and the gun like he thought Wagner was acting strange. 

“What about it?” 

Deadeye caught his eye. The knowing smirk sent a chill down Sam’s spine. 

“Just looks real familiar, is all.” Wagner shrugged his shoulders, a lazy gesture that almost felt too casual. Like he practiced it. 

That was when Sam “realized”. When he forced his face to light up in recognition and shot his eyebrows up. “Oh,” he mumbled. 

The gun wasn’t balanced well enough for him to spin it around his finger gracefully, but he did so anyway. He allowed the weapon to dance in his hand before holding it by the cylinder and barrel, extending the handle towards the outlaw. 

A silent moment passed between them. A moment where, even in the rapidly cooling desert night where bugs and beasts were aplenty, you could hear someone’s heartbeat. And Sam did; only it was his own. He forced his hand to steady as he kept it held out, watching Deadeye watch him. The outlaw kept his hands rested on his gun belt, all fluid lines and casual nature that was most certainly practiced. 

It had to be a trick of the light. There was no way Wagner’s eyes were able to glitter in the manner that they did as he huffed out a warm, amused laugh. 

“Keep it. You took it from me, fair and square.” Wagner left the steps of the sheriff’s office. It seemed he remembered there was also a price on his head. 

Sam felt his headache crash into him like a gunshot, making him wince and have to brace himself against the pillar to his left. By the time he opened his eyes again, Deadeye was mounted up and pointing his horse down the road. 

“It looks better with you, anyway.” His compliment was accented by a smile bright enough to blind a man. 

“Where are you headin’?” Sam called out. He had to ignore the compliment. It had too many implications that Sam was not equipped with understanding in his hindered state. 

“That would ruin the fun if I told ya, wouldn’t it?” Once again, his voice sounded like dripping honey. 

Kiszka let out a frustrated growl. “For once would ya just answer my goddamn questions??” 

Deadeye laughed. It was hearty and forceful, enough to make his head tip back like a wolf howling at the moon. 

“See ya around, cowboy,” Deadeye drawled, permeated by a wink that made something flutter in Sam’s chest. Then, he whipped his gelding’s reins and tore off into the night. 

Sam watched him go. He wasn’t quite sure why. He knew he wasn’t going to go after the outlaw. But once his form completely vanished from view, Sam huffed a sigh and shoved his gifted revolver into its holster. 

+++

It was cold, now. Even though he was still technically in the desert, Sam watched his breath ghost out in front of him as he pulled his wool-lined coat tighter around his shoulders. Guess that was to be expected in the mountains in February. Thankfully, the heavy snow had let up. No longer did he have to wonder if anyone would be able to find his and Sundown’s bodies under 6 feet of snow. 

The snow that was falling right now was the kind that was more atmospheric. They were small flakes that lazily, yet gracefully, floated onto the ground. Barely enough to dust the top of his hat or Sundown’s mane. Still pretty all the same. Even though he spent his days in the scorching sand, Sam had always loved the snow. It reminded him of home; of simpler times when his brothers were still around. 

Speaking of: that’s where he was off to. To see his brother, not back east. It had been one of the very rare instances where Sam wasn’t working. That’s not to say that people weren’t trying to hire his services. He was sure there was going to be a pile of letters addressed to him when his vacation was over. 

No, Sam was taking a break for a while. His last job, well… Let’s just say it was way too close to Jake’s last job. And that was when he realized he hadn’t seen Josh in… shit, two years. So, he wrote his big brother a letter and packed for a long journey. 

He was almost there. It was at the point where Sam was close enough that he could make it to Josh’s cabin by daylight. But Sundown was getting tired. He knew she was. So, instead of going right at the fork in the road, Sam went left. Josh had mentioned there was a town with an inn nearby if he needed it. And if the signage was to be believed, he had just reached it. 

It wasn’t a big town. Then again, lumber towns really weren’t. Unlike Tombstone, lumber didn’t offer the promise of “get rich, quick!!” like the silver industry had. So there was no rush to live in the town of Cedarville. But, it had a general store, blacksmith, an inn, and a stable. So, all things considered, a nice little town. 

Kiszka stabled Sundown for the night, paying the extra few cents needed to get her an extra blanket in this chilly weather. He gave her a few pats on the nose and the explicit instructions to get some rest before he made his way to the inn next door. It was warm; something he first noticed when pushing through the door. Even though the snow had stopped, the wind decided to pick up, cutting through any layer of protection Sam might have had. 

When he stumbled inside, he took his hat off and left it on the rack. He shook his long hair out, feeling the strands smack against his cheeks after they were released from their prison inside his hat. It felt as if the cold would never leak out of his bones, but damn if he wasn’t gonna try. He kept his jacket on, walking over to the bartender slinging whiskey and gin to jovial, ruddy-faced patrons. 

“What can I do ya for, partner?” the barkeep inquired, offering a kind smile that reached his eyes. 

“Got any rooms left?” Sam cut right to the chase, a chill racking his bones despite the burning parlor stove at his right. 

The man’s smile dimmed at the question. Sam’s heart sank. 

“Hate to tell ya this, friend, but a man came in here yesterday and booked all the rooms available. Sorry, friend.” And Sam truly believed him. That he was sorry. 

With a huff, the bounty hunter hung his head. It was just his luck, wasn’t it? 

“You know anywhere else I can rest for the night?” Sam had questioned, trying his best to keep his bone-tired weariness out of his words. He was certain he failed. 

“You can try Mrs. Cohen’s down the way… she’s a widow with a boarder. Maybe she’s got somethin’ for ya. But I wouldn’t hold your breath,” the middle-aged man sighed. He produced a cloth from one of the pockets in his apron to wipe up a wet spot from a patron’s spilled libation. 

Sam nodded his head in thanks, a deep sigh slipping out of his lungs. He knew he had to go back out in that weather. He had just started to get a little bit warmer, too. 

Before he could even get his hat off the hat rack, however, he had been stopped by one of the patrons. 

“Hey, I know you,” he slurred, a dopey grin on his lips. .

“I’m sure ya do, partner,” Sam groused, being polite as he could feel with his mood souring at the prospect of freezing his balls off again. He flashed the man a tight smile before turning towards the door, hat in his hand. 

“You’re pretty boy, ain’t ya? Pretty boy… Keys?” 

Sam froze. He could feel his muscles turn to stone as the words reached his ears. 

“Nah. That ain’t it. Kiss-ya!” 

There was only one person who called him by that name. 

“Kiszka,” Sam corrected, his fingernails digging into his palms. My damn bad luck. 

“Kiszka! That’s the one! Pretty Boy Kiszka! No fuckin’ way - Deadeye was just talkin’ about you!” The drunk patron’s voice was thundering. It was loud enough that Sam protectively covered his right ear - a habit he picked up after mostly losing function of his left one. 

“Was he now?” Sam gritted out. Of all the damn places in the state of Arizona, he happened to walk into the very same one as Deadeye fucking Wagner. 

“Shit, he couldn’t keep your name outta his damn mouth! It was all ‘pretty boy’ this and ‘pretty boy’ that! Sounded like my damn teenage daughter about the boy she’s courtin’, I’ll tell you what.” 

Sam couldn’t stop himself from spinning on his heel. He wasn’t sure what about the man just admitted to him was so flummoxing, but it felt as if his heart was trying to take flight like a startled bird. 

“I’m gonna go get that sorry sonofabitch. He’ll be so happy you’re here!” 

Before Sam could even register what the drunkard had said, the man had stumbled over to a table full of rowdy men. He stopped at the man with his back directly to Sam. And, really, Sam should’ve realized Deadeye was here earlier. Because as soon as he saw that head of chocolate curls, he knew. He knew exactly who was in front of him. 

Rising out of his chair and turning on his heel with a practiced grace was none other than Deadeye Wagner. The second he locked eyes with Kiszka, a charming smirk grew across his face. One that made Sam feel weak in the knees and forced him to lock his jaw so as not to say anything stupid. It made his chest flutter in anger and his face burn with it. 

“We gotta stop meetin’ like this, pretty boy,” Deadeye drawled. And suddenly, Sam didn’t feel all that cold anymore. 

Kiszka forced himself to breathe. He knew if he didn’t take a moment’s pause, he’d make a fool out of himself. So he focused on the way his lungs expanded to take in the scent of burning coal from the parlor stove and the tobacco smoke floating in the air. 

“Always a pleasure, Wagner.” Sam’s pleasantry was very forced, something he was certain the outlaw would catch. He just couldn’t find the energy to be more convincing. His luck had run out and he was weary from his long journey. 

“I thought we were past all this sourness-” Deadeye cut himself off. His lips had formed a word, but he clamped them shut to prevent them from speaking it. He was thrown off by his own actions, if his nervous titter of a laugh was any indication. 

Kiszka elected to ignore the… whatever that was… for the time being. 

“It’s been a long journey. I ain’t in the mood for your…” Sam vaguely gestured at Deadeye. He hoped the message came across. He wasn’t exactly sure there was a nice way of saying “the way we interact confuses me to no end and it exhausts me”. 

Wagner clicked his tongue in a way that suggested sympathy but felt condescending. “You poor thing,” he cooed, wrapping his arm around Sam’s shoulders. 

Sam blames his surprise at the touch for how long it took him to throw Deadeye’s arm off. Despite the roughness he used, Deadeye didn’t seem upset by the action. Instead, he just laughed. 

“Do not patronize me,” Sam hissed, his temper worsening just from being in proximity of his… shit, what was Deadeye to him? An enemy? But you don’t typically team up with an enemy. His rival? They’d have to be in the same line of work to be rivals. 

Well, whatever he was, Sam knew that Wagner confounded and confused him more than any other person he had ever known. Any time he even thought about the man - which, Sam had to begrudgingly admit, was very frequent as of late - he felt a confusing swirl of emotions deep in his gut. It was confusing to the poor bounty hunter and it only made him angry. 

“Sure thing, sugar,” Deadeye smoothly responded, slithering his arm back onto Sam’s shoulders. “What brings you ‘round these parts?” 

Sam forced himself to count to five. And then ten. He was trying to get under Sammy’s skin and he wasn’t going to allow the man to win. 

“What’s it to you?” Sam spat back. It wasn’t as calm as he had hoped, but it wasn’t as venomous as it could be. 

“Just tryin’ to see how long you’re fixin’ to stay, is all. No need to act like a rattlesnake, pretty boy.” It was right in his ear, the words Deadeye spoke. Kiszka could feel the warmth of his breath caressing the skin of his ear and cheek as he leaned towards the bounty hunter to talk. 

Sam’s fingernails dug into his palms to stave off the shiver that wanted to wrack his body. 

“Seems I gotta find another place to sleep. Some bastard came along and rented out the rest of the available rooms here,” Sam grumbled, his sour mood still ever present. It only worsened when he talked about the major inconvenience. 

“That was me.” 

“What?” Sam barked. 

“The bastard who rented out the rooms? That was me.” 

Sam had no choice but to laugh at the absurdity. “Of course it was!” 

Deadeye watched with rapt fascination as Sam felt like he was coming apart at the seams. He was so damn tired. He just wanted to sleep. He wanted it so bad he felt as though he could cry as manic laughter flooded out of his mouth. 

“That’s just-” Sam interrupted himself with another round of involuntary giggles, “That’s just fantastic, ain’t it?” 

“You’re welcome to stay with me.” It was casual. Like a shrug of his shoulders. Like talking about the weather. 

“Pardon?” But it didn’t feel casual. In fact, Sam swore he could feel the earth shift under his feet at the offer. 

“It’s just… well, you ain’t really got much of a choice. And the bed should be big ‘nough to fit the both of us. ‘Course, you could sleep on the floor - or I could…” Wagner rambled. A trait Sam had never really seen Deadeye employ. He could also feel the man’s fingers fidget on his shoulder; watched as he failed to meet Sam’s eyes.

To say that Sam was baffled was one thing. Yet, underneath all of his shock, he was touched. 

“That’s real sweet of you,” Sam finally offered. While it had been amusing to watch the outlaw flounder for a spell, it had started to feel like watching a mortally wounded animal. At some point, you gotta put the poor beast out of its misery. 

Wagner sighed in relief. Sam felt the way the tendons and muscles in his arm melted into a relaxed state. 

“You don’t know how sweet I can be, pretty boy.” 

“I’m sure,” Sam patronized, even going so far as to pat Deadeye’s arm around the bounty hunter’s shoulders. 

And with that simple act of kindness, Sam felt his agitation and mania melt away. 

“Let me take you up there,” the outlaw offered, his arm tightening around Sam so that his side was pressed flush with Wagner’s. Sam did not protest or make any movement to wiggle out of the touch. He knew many people were watching the pair of them. He was too tired to care. 

The room itself was very cozy, but very on par with all the other inns and hotels Sam had spent his nights in. A potbelly stove with a pile of coal adjacent to it was stationary in the corner keeping the cold at bay. There was a vanity across from the bed equipped with a wash basin and white porcelain pitcher with sapphire blue flowers painted on it. The walls, floors, and furniture were all made from dark wood, making the room feel smaller than it probably was. Kerosene lamps illuminated the room a little, but it was still dark due to the lack of sunlight pouring through the window. A trunk sat at the foot of the bed. Sam didn’t need to look to know Deadeye’s limited possessions were stored there. He could already imagine what they were: his various guns and ammo as well as his minimal clothes. Sam had the same items to his name. 

“Make yourself comfortable,” Deadeye prompted, removing his arm from its perch around Sam’s shoulders. He stayed stationary in the doorway as Sam wandered further inside. 

It wasn’t like he was attempting to keep his attention on Wagner, but he found himself acutely aware of the way he watched Sam explore the room. His hands were fidgeting with something - a bullet from his gun belt, Sam realized - and his shoulders were hunched in. It was a strange stance on the outlaw. Sam had really only ever seen him cocky and exuding confidence. It was… nice. Made Deadeye seem a bit more human to Sam. 

“Oh,” Sam finally spoke. It was an accidental exclamation more than anything. 

“What?” Wagner immediately inquired. Sam didn’t miss the way he jumped up into action, pushing off where he leaned against the doorframe and standing tall. 

“Oh, it’s just…” Kiszka gestured at the bed before them. It was a full-size mattress, just barely big enough to fit someone as large as Deadeye. Sam wasn’t large, per se, but the two of them would be hard up for any personal space in that thing. Not that Sam wasn’t used to having to share a bed with someone. It was commonplace in most of the hotels and taverns Sam stayed in. But, in those instances, the beds were large enough that some personal space would be allowed. 

Deadeye seemed to pick up what Sam was implying. “I’ll sleep on the floor.” 

“It’s your room-” 

“I got to sleep in it last night. Seems only fair that you get it for the night,” Wagner insisted, waving his hand in a dismissive manner, “In fact, lemme go down and ask the owner for some extra accommodations.” 

And before Sam could even protest, the other man was out the door and closing it behind him. The only sound was that of the whistling wind outside the window and the hissing of the lamp at his right. The bounty hunter let out a heavy sigh, scrubbing a hand down his face. He was too bone-tired to even try to think about why Wagner’s gesture made his chest feel warm. Instead, he busied himself with stirpping off all of the layers he was wrapped in. They did their job against keeping the cold mostly away from him. Now that he was in the warmth of a heated room, they were beginning to make him sweat. 

Just as he’d gotten to taking off the last of his shirts, that was when Deadeye walked into the room. 

“Shit!!” Wagner exclaimed, covering his eyes at the same time that Sam scrambled to cover his bare chest with his discarded shirt. 

“The hell, man??” 

“Sorry! Sorry. I-I should’ve knocked…” Deadeye rushed out, his hand still covering his eyes. He stayed there like that. 

In fact, they both stayed there like that for a moment. 

“I’ll… I’ll wait outside-” 

“Oh, for god’s sake. Just get in here and shut the goddamn door!” Sam shook his head. 

The outlaw did as he was told. He kept his eyes covered, much to Sam’s amusement. He watched Wagner fumble his way around the room with his hand still clamped over his eyes. Sam even took note of the pink hue on the outlaw’s cheeks; what little of them he could see. 

“You act like you ain’t never seen a man shirtless before,” Kiszka taunted, the corner of his mouth pulling upwards as he found delight in Deadeye’s theatrics. 

With that little jab, Wagner slowly removed his hand off his eyes. It was still pretty dim in the room, but Sam didn’t miss the way his dark eyes snuck a glance at his shirtless form before quickly looking at the extra bedding in his arms. 

“I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable…” 

That warm feeling in his chest flowered under his ribs again. The same one Sam felt when Deadeye had offered him the room. 

“You’re awful considerate. For a low-life degenerate, that is,” Kiszka tacked on at the end along with an anxious laugh. He didn’t wanna seem too genuine. The prospect of that - a moment of genuine connection - made fear thrum in his veins. 

“That’s me…” Deadeye agreed. But his tone didn’t match the playful - yet slightly nervous - one from Sam. If he had to put a name to it, Sam would’ve thought Deadeye was glum. 

“I grew up with brothers. Nothin’ you need to worry about. I’m far from squeamish when it comes to bein’ scrutinized by the male gaze.” Sam, for some reason, felt like he should salvage the situation. In an act of nervousness, he began spinning his pearl-handled revolver around his finger again. 

All Wagner did in response was hum. He kept his eyes trained on the bedding he was laying down on the floor. The fluffing of his bedroll was the only thing filling the void of voices. 

With a sigh, Sam resigned himself to the situation. He continued stripping down to his long johns, placing his holster on top of the bedside table. You never knew when you were gonna need it within reach. He rinsed his face and hands in the wash basin once he was done undressing. And with that all said and done, Sam slipped under the covers and sequestered himself to his exhaustion. 

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been asleep for. What he did know, however, was that he woke up to the sound of chattering teeth. Even in the silent room, Sam was surprised he was woken up by that; it was a very faint sound. Guess that came with the territory of having such a dangerous job. 

“Wagner?” Sam blearily called out, rubbing at his bad ear. When it was that quiet, the high-pitched ringing in it became nearly unbearable. 

The clattering stopped. 

“Sorry, Sam.” It made the bounty hunter think of a scolded hound. Sam blamed that - his love for animals and dogs - for the ache in his chest at the outlaw’s tone. He also used it as an excuse for his next action. 

With a small grunt, Sam flipped over onto his side so that he was facing Wagner’s direction. The covers were loud, relatively, as he peeled them back in an inviting gesture. The room was nearly pitch black if it hadn’t been for the sliver of moonlight peaking between the curtains. Despite that, Sam could perfectly see the confused knit in the outlaw’s eyes. 

A beat passed. Neither man moved. Well, at least from their respective spots. Deadeye had sat up to see what Sam had done. But he stayed still; like a deer spotting a predator. 

“You wantin’ a written invite?” Sam groused, his voice gravely from sleep. 

“Are you sure-”

“Just get in, Deadeye.” Even to his own ears, Kiszka sounded bitchy. Guess his brothers were right. He was a force to be reckoned with when he was tired. 

With a palpable hesitation, the outlaw abandoned his bedroll and cautiously slipped into the spot next to Sam. The mattress dipped under his weight, the wood frame only groaning slightly at the added heft. Sam was right. There was no room for any space between them. But he wasn’t going to let the man freeze to death for his own comfort. It would just have to be a little awkward for the next few hours. 

Once Deadeye was settled - meaning he stopped shifting around enough, Sammy could feel how tense the poor bastard was - Sam closed his eyes again. With the added heat from Wagner’s own body, it was incredibly cozy. It was so comfortable, in fact, Sam had trouble keeping his eyes open. And not one to fight sleep when it came on this easily, Sam submitted to it. 

Until he was snapped awake. 

“Daniel.” 

“What?” Sam quickly whispered, matching the volume the outlaw had used. 

“My real name. It’s Daniel.” 

In the limited light, Sam could see the anxiousness swimming within Wagner’s eyes. Even in his altered state - so dead tired he was sure he was hallucinating - Sam understood the gravity of the offered information. He was being incredibly vulnerable with Sam. Hell, it was hard not to notice the nervous way his eyes glanced all around Sam’s face to gauge his reaction when their faces were that damn close. 

“Daniel…” Sam tested the name on his tongue. He found that he liked it an awful lot more than Deadeye. When Sam thought of Deadeye, it only conjured up images of annoyed sheriffs and infuriated ranch owners. But Daniel… Well, Daniel was the guy with a sweet smile on his lips and an offer of help on his tongue when Sam needed it. 

“Y-Yeah,” the other man stuttered, a shiver shaking his body. Guess he was still cold from his time on the floor. 

“...I like it. Handsome name for a handsome fella,” Sam muttered, his tone incredibly soft as to not disrupt the quiet in the room. Besides, with only a few inches between the two, there was no need for anything louder. 

Like a flower blooming out of the winter snow, Dead- Daniel’s anxiety melted into a giddy smile. “Oh, I’m handsome, am I?” 

Kiszka felt a giddy smile of his own spread on his lips. He gently smacked Daniel’s arm with the back of his hand. And as Wagner feigned a grunt of pain, the pair broke out into a fit of playful giggles. 

“Keep pushin’ your luck and I’ll make ya sleep on the floor again,” Sam jested, that smile fixed upon his lips as he and Daniel continued to stare at one another. 

“Too late,” Daniel sighed, finally releasing the tension in his body as he melted into the mattress, “cat’s outta the bag.” 

“I’ll deny it ‘til the day I die.” Sam, god help him, found that he really liked the way Daniel’s dark eyes glittered in the moonlight. 

“Hmmm… I’ll getcha to bend one day. Just you watch.” 

“Is that a challenge, Daniel?” 

There it was again. That chill shook Daniel’s body again as his eyes fluttered closed. 

“Everything is a challenge with you, Samuel.” 

+++

Sam hadn’t told Josh about that night he spent with Daniel. In fact, he didn’t tell anyone. He wasn’t entirely sure why. It just… it felt too personal. 

Every day that had passed between that night and the next time he saw Daniel, he felt an ache in his chest. He wasn’t quite sure what to name it, but each time he thought about that night - or, rather, Daniel in general - he felt a dull pain lurch in his chest. The only thing he could compare it to is the similar feeling he gets when he thinks about Jake… but not quite. There was more pain when he thought about his brother. 

But, as usual, the next time the bounty hunter and the outlaw met, it caught Sam completely by surprise. In fact, Sam was very surprised that Daniel was even able to find him. 

As it so happened, Sam himself was in the very last place he’d ever think to find himself: in jail. It was very strange being the one on the other side of the bars. He was very hazy on the reasoning behind why he was locked up. Something about an assault on some poor woman. He didn’t know. He was drunk when he was arrested. 

Sam scoffed to himself. The one night he let loose a little and look where it got him. He scrubbed his hands down his face as he sat down on the very threadbare cot. He had just wanted to have a few drinks in honor of his dead brother’s birthday. 

“So, you care to explain why, exactly, I’m bein’ made to rot in here?” Sam tried again. It had been about three days since he was thrown in the cell and he still hadn’t been given a straight answer. 

“Jesus, Kiszka, I already told you! You were seen harassin’ the mayor’s daughter by a very reliable source!” The deputy yelled, his frustration evident in the way he bared his teeth at Sam. 

“This is bullshit. I’d never put my hands on a lady!” The bounty hunter was pacing the very limited space in his cell. He felt like he was losing his mind being trapped like that. 

“I’m sure that defense will hold up in court,” the deputy snarked. And with that, he went back to reading his newspaper. 

With a growl of frustration, Sam slammed his palm against the bars. He instantly regretted it as pain shot through his hand and up his arm. With a curse under his breath, Sammy cradled his injured hand against his chest and sat back down on the uncomfortable cot. 

That was where he stayed for the next few hours. He laid on his back, staring at the ceiling. Thankfully, he was allowed to keep his pocket watch on him. That’s how he knew four hours had passed since he last spoke and when someone entered the building. 

“Evenin’ partner,” the smooth voice drawled, heavy boot-steps resounding off the wood floor. 

I know that voice

Sam’s eyes snapped open as he shot up-right off his cot. His eyes were able to confirm exactly what his gut instinct had told him. Standing in the jailhouse with his hat in his hand, the evening sun bathing him in golden light, was none other than Daniel “Deadeye” Wagner himself. Kiszka didn’t even care about the implications as a huge wave of relief crashed into him. 

Daniel, seemingly aware that he had Sam’s full attention, sent him a sly wink along with the mouthed words of “play along”. Sam hadn’t even needed the hint. He understood from the second he heard Daniel’s voice. 

“State your business, friend,” the deputy demanded, barely even bothering to look up from his newspaper. 

“My name is Deputy Bobby McGee and I represent the sheriff up in Clearwater. I’m searchin’ for a man by the name of Kiszka… heard tell you might know where I can find him?” The lie was so smooth that Sam himself almost believed it. 

“Are ya, now?” The Deputy finally set down his newspaper, taking his feet off the desk and planting them on the ground. 

“Took ya long enough, Bobby!” Sam cried, getting to his feet off the cot. 

Sam saw the tiny smile on Wagner’s lips before he rolled his eyes. “Apologies, your highness. Couldn’t drop everythin’, y’know.” He grumbled. 

“And what, exactly, do you need him for?” The deputy interrupted. His beady eyes never strayed from Daniel’s face. 

“Well, he was hired by Sheriff DuPointe to help catch a very dangerous outlaw by the name of Deadeye Wagner. Perhaps you’ve heard of him. The man is very desperate, you see. He’s even willin’ to pay the bounty owed,” Wagner continued, walking further into the jail and closer to the desk the deputy sat behind. 

Even though the deputy - who’s name Sam cannot remember - held the authority bestowed by the state, it was clear who held the real power between him and Daniel. It was quite amusing watching the annoying little prick have to crane his neck as Daniel stood in front of him. Even if the other man had been standing, the outlaw would’ve towered over him. 

“Unfortunately, there’s no bail to be posted. The mayor is mighty furious and he’s makin’ damn sure the bastard swings for what he did to Miss Lavender.” The smug lift to the corner of his mouth made Sam’s annoyance spike. The deputy was talking about his life being in the hands of some felonious witness, and here the bastard was, smiling. 

Wagner seemed to catch onto the arrogant air the little rat had taken on. Well, that is if the way his knuckles bleached as he clenched his fists was any authority, that is. And the way the muscle in his jaw flexed, too. But, in the blink of an eye, that irritation was gone. 

“Ain’t that a shame. I’m gonna have a few words with the man,” Daniel stated, no room to be told no. He didn’t even wait for the deputy to answer, simply pushed on past him and towards Sam’s cage. 

Sam was thrilled to see Daniel in person after so many weeks. Their last little interaction had taken place in the snow-capped mountains in the heart of winter. Now, almost to the Mexico border, Spring was in the air. 

“How you gettin’ on?” Wagner inquired, his tone even but his eyes very tuned into Sam. He seemed to search Sam for any and all signs of distress, knowing they had to act covertly. 

“Been better… clearly… Just sittin’ here rottin’ all day,” Sam grumbled. What he didn’t add was how much better this day was now that he had shown up. Despite them having spent longer stretches of time apart, those few weeks seemed to stretch on. 

Wagner’s eyebrows knitted in sympathy. His hand came up to lean against the bars, hesitating at where Sam’s hand was coiled around the iron. “You know I gotta ask.” 

Sam sighed deeply, resting his head against the bars as he braced. 

“Did you do it?” The outlaw’s eyes were intense. Dark as a maw of a cavern. They made Sam shiver. 

“I swear on my brother’s grave. I did not touch that woman.” Despite wanting to divert his gaze, Sam held it steady. He needed Daniel to know he was telling the truth. He needed him to know. 

After holding the stare for a little longer, the outlaw nodded his head. One curt jut of his chin. Wagner slid his arm from its leaning position, his hand grazing the back of Kiszka’s knuckles. It was brief and far from the only touch they shared. It had felt… heightened. More intense than those other times. 

It wasn’t until Daniel took a step back and turned away that Sam even realized how close they had leaned in towards one another. 

“Y’know Kiszka, you and the good deputy look pretty similar…” Wagner started. 

A bolt of indignation spiked through Sammy before it sizzled hotly in his veins. “I beg your pardon?” 

“From far away, that is,” Daniel was quick to correct, “Y’all both got the same lean physique, the same long head shape… hell, even the same hair color.” 

Sam watched the lawman’s spine stiffen at Daniel’s claim. That was all it took for the bounty hunter to catch on. He couldn’t help the knowing smile as it tugged on his lips. 

“Now that you mention it,” Sam added on, tilting his head as he took in the deputy’s features, “we could be related… distantly, that is.” 

“You choose your next words carefully, now,” the lawman sharply ordered. He stood to his full height but stayed by the desk. It did not escape Sam’s notice that he rested his hand on the handle of his revolver. 

Daniel must have noticed as well. In a mirror of their second meeting, the outlaw raised his hands up with his palms showing. And just like when it was Sam pointing the gun at him, Wagner was only doing so as a formality rather than for self-preservation. 

His back was turned to Sam now. Kiszka’s view was completely obscured as the outlaw stood right in front of him. That was how he was able to hear rather than see the patronizing, lopsided grin on Daniel’s face. 

“Now, ain’t no reason to act that way, friend. Just makin’ a simple observation, is all,” Daniel smoothly drawled, all casual fluidity and honeyed tones. You would not assume the man was in fear of being shot based on his body language alone. 

“I don’t like what y’all are implyin’.” Sam watched carefully as the deputy’s hand gripped his pistol harder. He involuntarily swallowed as his adrenaline spiked. If he had his own pistol on him, there would be no contest. As it was, his trusty pair of revolvers were sitting on the desk right next to the deputy. 

“And what would that be?” Wagner obstructed Sam’s view once again after checking over his shoulder. Sam grit his teeth, irritated about how this was turning out. He was useless trapped in that cage.

The deputy paused. If Sam could see, he would’ve watched the lawman’s eyes nervously dart back and forth between Daniel’s eyes and the spot behind him where Sam was standing. “That I assaulted the mayor’s daughter.” 

Kiszka had to bite his tongue. Wagner was good. Really good. With just some simple word play, he was able to get this deputy to own up to his crime. 

“Now why would an innocent man be worried about such an accusation?” Wagner’s hands slowly dropped down. He still showed the deputy his open palms, but they were closer to his stomach rather than at shoulder-height. 

A tense atmosphere suffocated the one room sheriff’s office. The oppressive, southern spring sun that beat down on the building made the air unbearably hot. Sam could feel the sweat prickling on his hands and forehead. No one moved. 

“No one’ll believe you,” the deputy nervously spat, shifting his weight from foot to foot, “it’s my word ‘gainst yours.”

“You sure ‘bout that, partner?” the outlaw drawled, his hands now hanging down by the handles of his pistols. 

“He’s gonna swing and you’re gonna watch him die,” the lawman’s voice grew more manic with each word, “and there’s nothin’ you’ll be able to do.” 

In the blink of an eye, Deadeye had drawn his pistols. 

“Daniel, no!” Sam cried, his hand reaching through the bars to grab the unstable outlaw. It must have worked. Daniel didn’t gun the deputy down. “He ain’t worth it.” 

“Sam,” Wagner breathed, his eyes never leaving his adversary, “you know I can’t let this happen to you.” 

“There’s gotta be another way,” Sam desperately pleaded, reaching out his other hand to gently lower Daniel’s revolver in his left hand, “I can’t let you kill him.” 

Wagner hesitated. His eyes swept from the deputy to where Sam’s hand rested against his left hand. With a curse under his breath, the outlaw holstered his guns. “You’re too good. He don’t deserve your mercy.” 

Sam didn’t argue. He simply let out a breath of gratitude. 

“Yeah, Daniel. I ain’t worth it,” the deputy taunted. There was a smug smile on his yellowed teeth. Sam wanted to punch them in himself. 

Wagner’s back straightened as his muscles tensed. In only a few short steps, Daniel had removed himself from Kiszka’s arms and was inches away from the foolish lawman. It was quite amusing seeing the pathetic man crumple under the sheer tenacity of Daniel’s fiery intimidation. And that was when he growled something under his breath. It was so low that Sam could only hear the tone and none of the words. 

It must’ve been one hell of a threat. Cause when the outlaw was finished, the deputy had turned as pale as a sheet. With wide, frightened eyes, the coward glanced between Daniel and Sam. It was no secret what Wagner thought about that, his anger shifting towards dark amusement. 

With an eager smile sent Sam’s way after he tipped his hat to him, Daniel made for the exit. “Y’all have a good night, now.” 

+++

Sam was awoken that night by the sound of someone whistling. With a confused grumble, Sam checked his pocket watch. 1:15 AM. 

“Sam!” came a hissed whisper. 

“What?” Sam whispered back. He quickly checked that the night guard was still sleeping. 

“Come to the window.” 

Sam, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, got to his knees on the cot to peer out of the small window of his cell. Standing in the pale moonlight with his face covered was none other than Daniel. He pulled his bandana down from his face just for a second to flash Sam a sweet smile. 

“Oh, what are you doin’?” Sam quietly whined. He knew this wasn’t going to end well. 

“Gettin’ you free, of course!” There was genuine excitement coming from his voice. 

“Are you crazy?!” 

“Maybe just a little,” Wagner conceded. “Look, you ain’t makin’ it outta this alive. That deputy is gonna testify and the mayor will push the judge towards a hangin’. Way I see it, this is your only chance at livin’ another day.” 

Despite Sam’s lifelong service to lady justice, he knew Daniel was right. There had been one too many instances where innocent people were made to pay for the crimes of others. He was no stranger to this. He had just hoped it wouldn’t come to this. 

“I don’t have my guns,” Sam relented with a sigh. 

The bounty hunter could see the smile in Wagner’s eyes as he held up Sam’s gun belt in his hand. 

“How’d you-” 

“I ain’t the best in the business for no reason, sweetheart.” 

Kiszka didn’t even try to suppress the shiver that elicited as it wracked his body. Nor did he try to hide the thrilled smile that pulled at his lips. 

“Right. How we gonna do this?” This was it. With one simple sentence, Sam had resigned himself over to being an outlaw. If the legal system was gonna screw him over to protect a crooked man, he might as well screw it over first with the help of an (almost) honest man. 

Daniel had told him to take cover as he hooked the window bars to a steam donkey. With a few metallic groans and a big puff of smoke, the cell wall came down with a thunderous crash. Wasting no time, Sam climbed through the opening and strapped on his gun belt after taking it from Wagner. 

“We don’t got much time. We gotta make a run for our horses,” Daniel plainly explained, his head on a swivel on the lookout for any possible threats. 

“Wait!” Sam - acting on impulse alone - grabbed the outlaw’s face, pulled down his bandana, and kissed Daniel on the lips. It only lasted for a second or two, but it made Sam’s entire being feel alive. It was as if he was a bolt of lightning: energized and charged with static and alive. 

A beat went by where Sam watched his counterpart carefully. He’d known he’d just taken a huge risk. However, he had no time to even get nervous before a huge smile broke out on Wagner’s lips. His eyes glistened in the darkness, a familiar emotion glittering in them that Sam had seen times before around him. 

“Oh, hell yeah!” Daniel had grabbed Sam by the shirt, pulling him in for another kiss. This was far more heated than the last. 

“Kiszka!!” A disembodied voice bellowed. It was what pulled them back to reality. 

“Right,” Daniel stated, breathless, “we’ll pick that up later…” He trailed off as his gaze landed back onto his partner’s lips. 

“Horses,” Sam blurted. It was more of an attempt to stop himself from being distracted again more than it was for Wagner. 

“Right!” 

The outlaw took the former bounty hunter’s hand, drawing his pistol with his left. Sam did the same, twirling his family’s revolver on his right index finger before holding it steady. 

With an enthusiastic smile and a nod of his head, Daniel lept into action. Thankfully, the horses weren’t stashed too far away from the jail. Sam only had to fire a few shots, all covering fire. As far as he knew, no one died. 

Finally mounted up, the two outlaws tore off into the desert. Once they were well out of dodge, Sam whooped and hollered. With the breeze in his hair and the stars guiding his way, he felt alive. 

Daniel laughed to his right, letting out a cry of excitement of his own. Sam felt his heart swell. 

“Y’know, you can’t go back,” Daniel stated after the two had set up camp well away from the city. 

“Ain’t that what you’ve been wantin’ since the start? For me to join your outlaw crew?” Sam’s eyes flicked from the fire to the man lounging next to it. 

“Well, of course. But… is this what you wanted?” Daniel met Sam’s eyes. They were cautious as he asked. Vulnerable. 

Sam thought for a second before he answered. He never looked away from Daniel. Daniel never looked away from him. 

“Yeah,” Sam finally admitted. He saw the relief flood Wagner’s hazel eyes. Sam’s chest ached once more. “Yeah, it is.” 

+++

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[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

Surprise surprise I’m back with another series!

I am expecting this to be my largest series yet with multiple couples surrounding Sam and Danny being the main characters. Please read tags in each post for chapter specific warnings, but this masterlist has a few of the overall themes and reoccurring tags listed. If you have any questions or would like to be added to that tag list please let me know and happy reading!

Total Pairings: Sam Kiszka X Danny Wagner, Jake Kiszka X Chris Turpin, Josh Kiszka X nonbinary OC

Warnings and tags: 18+ ONLY!! No minors please, slash pairings, strangers to lovers, fast burn, multiple POV, backstory of parent death, set in 2007 in a small southern town, some minor religious imagery, character death, angst, violence, blood, drinking blood, m/m sex, there’s going to be lots of smut in this be warned, break ups, magic, Chris and OC come later, Dave is also occasionally in this fic, vampire!AU

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When a beautiful stranger moves back home, Sam and his family’s lives get turned upside down

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Chapter One - Take A Bite of My Heart Tonight

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

[kitten4sannie]

With all the ice on my teeth things and that clip of mingi melting the ice on his hand the only thing that came (heh) to my mind is... temperature play 🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦

plot twist they called it ice on my teeth bc they’re 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 and wanna allude to temp play i.e swishing an ice cube around in their mouth before they go down on you uwu and their next track is called man on fire bc they got so hard from it they desperately need to pound you into the next millennium (cue mingi’s lyrics: im gonna plunge deeper….) like go ahead sir don’t be shy 😵‍💫🧎🏻‍♀️

[theunhingedwriter]

Mommy~

Pairing: Mingi x reader

Warnings: smut (duh) creampies, overstimulation, begging, crying, tiny bit of fluff if you squint really really hard

Group: Ateez

Rating:18+

“F-fuc-…STop!” Mingi cried

The sound of skin slapping filled the sauna you two where in

Your hips burned from the position you were in, arms tired, knees and ankles begging for mercy but you didn’t dare stop, not when his like this when he’s so close to falling apart.

“Come on princess, you can d-do it.” You growled, as your knees trembled daring to give up and make you fall straight your knees and end the mission you were on.

To overstimulate Mingi until he cried.

“I can’t—please!—s’ too much!”

You are so close, you could feeel it, each throb, knee jerk, and cry he let out proved your point even further. The tears forming in his eyes while his jaw unknowing hung open was the cutest thing ever, you loved him so much, he was so pretty. His pouty lips, sweat stained cheeks, whine voice and his beautiful eyes were just so beautiful especially when they are filled with tears it’s the absolute best.

“Please, Mommy!! M-mommmy I’m gonna!—ANNNH” he sobbed letting out the cutest moan you ever heard, his head leans back as fresh beautiful tears fall down. The thing you loved the most was feeling the warm splash of cums paint your inside, it felt so good. Especially because it made it easier for you to bounce up and down faster.

“I-mm…its too-much get-..get up please!!i-its too tight! S’too muha—much.” His voice was so horsed from the pleading and all the crying he was doing, almost made you feel bad for him.

“ Hush, let me work.” You hissed, rubbing at your clit in fast tight circle chasing after your own high, his small whimpers and pathetic cries made it so much easier to cum.

“FUCK!” You hollered tight around him as you slammed your hips down one last time, letting out a shaky breath. Mingi smiles at you.

“ you’re so fucking sexy when you take control…” he rasped out.

“ yeah I thought so too.”

Both of your heads snapped to the entrance of the door. Where…

San was standing

“Mind if i join you?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

The two of you glanced at each other.

“Uhhh…sure.”

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{Sannie~~~~~}

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like i’m falling into you | drw x sfk x reader

2K words | all fluff | lots of kissing | title from “honey” by chance emerson | sometimes you want two boyfriends and you want those boyfriends to be boyfriends, okay? and so what?

summary: you and sam cook dinner while you wait for danny to come home. the three of you get a little distracted catching up.

(this is dedicated to @hearts-hunger , my fellow “i want two boyfriends” brainrot haver, mainly bc i love her but also to cheer her up. maddie, ily ❣️) (and a special thanks to @allieisacrybaby for the read through and encouragement to post even though i was nervous! ily forever ❣️)

A/N: a very gentle reminder that this is fiction and does not in any way translate to reality or my actual thoughts on the two pretty best friends this is about. kapeesh?

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“Are you sure I can’t help?” You ask Sam again, watching him chop the veggies you’d picked up from the farmer’s market earlier that day from where you’re perched atop the counter. “I feel bad, just sitting here.”

You and Sam had decided to whip up dinner for when Danny got home from his round of golf. You had already prepped everything else, the timer on the oven counting down, and Sam had taken over prepping the fresh veggies for a salad.

“Nope,” Sam answers you, making sure to put extra emphasis on the ‘p’. He gives you a faux-serious look and points at you with the tip of the knife he’s using. “You already did most of the leg work. Just sit there and look pretty, please.”

“I will try my best,” you fake mild concern, giving him a little salute and earning yourself a wink.

Sam finishes cutting the bell pepper in front of him and sets the knife down, stepping over so he’s in front of you. He eases in between your legs, your knees bracketing his hips, and reaches up to twirl the strand of hair that’s fallen loose from behind your ear around his finger. “And look at you, succeeding already,” he says, his eyes drifting from your own down to your mouth. “You know what sounds good, though?”

You quirk an eyebrow up and dance your fingers along the nape of his neck, having draped your arms across his shoulders the second he got close enough. His hair is thrown up in a loose bun to avoid it getting in his way while he cooks, but there’s the ever-errant strand at his nape, and you twirl it in the same way he’d played with your hair. “What’s that, Sammy?”

“A kiss.” His hands have found your hips and smooth back to your ass, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. Closer to him. “Or a few kisses, maybe.”

“Is that right?” You ask, but don’t give him the chance to answer. You cup his face in your hands and draw him to you, and he kisses you sweetly. His hands make their way under your t-shirt, smoothing up your back, and then he grasps your waist, thumbs stroking along your ribcage.

You kiss soft and slow, with no real intent behind except to be close to each other. Sam’s hands wander, as do yours, and your legs wrap around his waist to keep him as close to you as you can.

Neither of you hear the front door open, or Danny’s amused chuckle when he finds you in the kitchen. It’s only when he says, “Oh, hello,” that your brain comes back to Earth long enough to realize he’s home, and you pull your hand from where it had been cupping the side of Sam’s neck to reach for him, continuing to kiss Sammy while you do so.

Danny sets his things down and walks over to the two of you, taking your hand as soon as it’s in reach. He stops once he’s behind Sam, banding his free arm around Sam’s middle and resting his chin on his shoulder.

You pull away from Sam then, a little dazed, and grin when your eyes land on Danny.

“Hi, Dan,” you greet him, pulling your hand from his to cup his face in your palm. You’ve got a hand on each of their cheeks, now, and the way both of your guys are looking at you has your head in the clouds. You lean in and give Danny a quick kiss. “How was golf?”

“Pretty good. Shot two under.”

“Course you did,” Sam says, turning to press a kiss to Danny’s cheek. He pulls back and looks at him for a second, taking in his appearance, before turning back to you. “Someone didn’t wear his sunscreen,” Sam sing-songs softly, telling on Danny, and it’s only then that you finally notice the tell-tale smattering of freckles across his nose, the tint of red across the tops of his cheeks.

“Daniel,” you pretend to be stern, but can’t help but smile when he turns his face and presses a kiss to your palm.

“Oops?” He says, and Sam laughs as Danny tickles his side in retaliation for pointing out his sunburn. “I was gonna wear my hat all day.”

“Would that be the one that’s sitting on your head backwards?” You ask, and Sam laughs again, earning him another squeeze of Danny’s hand at his side. He jolts and giggles a little, but can’t get away with Danny bracketing him against you and your legs still on either side of him. You take pity on him and distract Danny by tracing the pad of your thumb faintly across his cheekbone. “Does it hurt?”

“Nah,” he says, shrugging his shoulder. “Now. Let me in on these kisses, please.”

You oblige immediately, leaning in to press your lips to Danny’s. His free hand, the one not currently resting on Sam’s stomach, joins Sam’s on your hip. You feel their fingers interlock, Danny’s fingers squeezing Sam’s gently. Sam’s other hand is still cupping the side of your face, and he holds you like he’s the one kissing you, holds you like Danny would if it were his hand on your face.

You feel Sam’s lips at your cheek, your jaw, your neck, and you pull away from Danny to capture them with your own. Danny copies what Sam was doing, starts littering Sam’s neck, his jaw, the sensitive spot behind his ear with little kisses. After a second, you withdraw and nudge them towards each other, watching as Sam cranes his neck enough to be able to meet Danny’s mouth from over his shoulder.

“Sammy,” you murmur after a moment, your thumb stroking along the side of Sam’s neck. “Come here.”

He thinks you mean for another kiss, which you give him, but then you turn him so his back is to your chest and he’s facing Danny. You hook your chin over his shoulder and kiss his cheek, then turn your gaze to Danny, who’s smiling softly at the two of you.

“There you are,” Danny says, his eyes flitting between the two of you. He copies what you did earlier and takes each of your faces in a hand, his touch gentle and warm. “Missed you guys today.”

“We missed you, too,” you reply, and Sam nods his agreement, your face moving with his as he does, since your cheeks are pressed together. “Maybe we’ll go with you next time.”

Danny’s face lights up, and you know right then that no matter the early hour, the next time he asks you two to join him, you’ll both be there. Neither of you are very good, but every now and then you like to go join him for a round and catcall him while you sip drinks in the cart, or let him try to adjust your swing or explain the types of clubs to you. You know it can feel a bit chaotic when it’s all of you, so you give him the chance to have a serious round most times- going with his dad or uncle or buddies who are actually decent at the game- but it’s still an occasional fun date for the three of you.

Danny’s pressed all the way against Sam’s front, now, and his hands drop down to rest on your upper thighs, bracketing Sam in. “I think that sounds great,” Danny says, and leans in to drop a kiss to Sam’s bottom lip before doing the same to you. “And I’m gonna hold you to it when neither of you wants to get out of bed to get to the course.”

“Could schedule a later tee time,” Sam grumbles, but he’s unable to hide his smile as he says it. His fingers dance up Danny’s chest and he hooks one behind the strip of buttons of his golf polo, the weight of his hand tugging the collar down a bit and exposing the patch of dark chest hair there. Sam’s head is still leaned back against your shoulder, and you kiss him on the cheek again. “Doesn’t have to be at the ass-crack of dawn.”

Danny laughs, not bothering to point out at eight in the morning isn’t quite the ass-crack of dawn. Sam has never loved early wake up calls- considers anything before ten to be too early- and is well known for his tendency to cut off his alarm and roll right back over in bed.

“I’ll see what I can do, Sleeping Beauty,” Danny replies, one of his hands coming up to cup Sam’s face again, thumb stroking across one of Sam’s now slightly pinker cheeks. “Anything else?”

“Don’t think so, no,” Sam replies, as primly as he can muster with the smile still tugging at his lips.

“I have something,” you interject, raising a finger in the air. You turn it and crook it towards you in a come hither motion when Danny’s eyes find yours, and then pucker your lips expectantly.

Sam and Danny both laugh and oblige immediately, with Sam turning his head to kiss your jawline while Danny leans in and presses his soft lips to yours. You reach over Sam’s shoulder to cup the side of Danny’s neck, and feel as Sam leans in to kiss the other side, always an active participant.

Danny takes turns kissing the two of you, soft and sweet and slow, until the timer going off breaks all three of you out of your haze.

“What’s-“ You start, still a little drunk off kisses. The timer beeps again and brings you back to Earth. “Oh.”

“Oh, damn,” Sam says, sliding out from between you and Danny. He looks over his shoulder at you. “Good thing we remembered to set that timer, hm?”

“Mhmm,” you say, watching Sam put on oven mitts and take the dish out to sit on the counter. Danny slides into the spot Sam had been occupying between your legs, leaning down so his elbows are on the counter on either side of your thighs. It puts you at a slight height advantage over him, and you grin, taking his face in both hands and kissing the tip of his nose before pressing your lips to his again quickly. “We were clearly all very distracted.”

“Don’t go getting too distracted again,” Sam replies, a teasing lilt to his voice as Danny pulls you into yet another kiss. You can hear him puttering around the kitchen, grabbing plates and cutlery, and you start to pull away, to slide off the counter and go to help.

You’re stopped by two big hands at your waist, keeping you in place.

“Dan,” you try to say seriously. “Let’s go help Sammy.”

“Yeah,” Sam chimes in from the dining room, where you can hear him setting the plates down on the table. “Come help Sammy.”

“Or,” Danny offers, and his eyes are on you still even though he speaks loud enough for Sam to hear, too. “And hear me out. We let the food cool for a few minutes and Sam gets his cute ass back in here so I can kiss you two some more.”

There’s silence for a beat, and you grin, your eyes dancing from Danny’s mouth to his eyes and back.

Sam appears back in the doorway to the kitchen. “We should wait for it to cool a little, actually…” He flits back over to the two of you, kitchen towel over his shoulder. Danny turns in your arms to face him, leaning back against you, and Sammy points at you, then at Danny. He steps in between Danny’s legs as he does so, and then drops his hands to rest atop your thighs, now on either side of Danny’s body. “But no getting too distracted.”

Danny salutes and you follow suit, nodding solemnly. “Ay-ay, Captain,” you say, and then reach your hand out to Sam. “Now come here, please.”

Sam is more than happy to oblige, taking his turn as the one doling out kisses.

(And when you end up having to reheat dinner in the microwave later that night, nobody really seems to mind.)

[ourtearsofrain]

Wish I Were Heather (D.R.W/S.F.K)

Summary: Needing a distraction to help him get over his ex, Sam asks Danny to join him at a party. Reluctantly, he agrees; but neither can expect where the night will lead them.

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka 

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Word Count:  little over 4.5k 

Warnings: cussing, smut (18+ minors DNI), (safe) alcohol consumption, negative past relationships, choking (consensual; on dick), getting used during sex (in a consensual way that has clear signals and safety measures), crying during sex

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“Can you please, PLEASE, just go with me? I need a pick me up, and I will not be the loser to show up to Simon’s party alone.”

Danny looks up from his phone at the frustration in Sam’s voice, having been absent-mindedly arguing with him for at least 15 minutes, only to see him staring him down as his face twisted with a mix of annoyance and desperation. “I told you, I don’t go to his parties with you anymore. Not after last time when you drank so much that I had to practically carry you out.”

“C’mon, I wasn’t that drunk.”

Danny’s features deadpan as he looks at him, his voice flat as he recollects the night. “You threw up in my car. Twice. It was $50 to get it deep-cleaned.”

“Ok fair, BUT I paid you back for that. Please, Danny. You know I’ve been in a funk since Heather and I broke up and I- I really need this. I really, really don’t want to go alone.”

I can’t believe I’m about to agree to this. “Fine, I’ll go. On one condition.”

Sam’s face lights up at his words, nodding his head eagerly as he looks at Danny with a grin. “Anything.”

“You’ll watch your liquor. That means one hard alcohol drink max, OR no more than two beers. Don’t look at me like that, we both know your limit is higher. I’m not taking the chance of having to drag you out again, I want to have fun tonight too, not babysit.”

“It’s not babysitting, I’m not a child. But fine, whatever. Pick me up at 9?”

“Can do.” Danny only watches as Sam turns away from him and he makes his way towards the front door, only to stop himself as his hand finds the handle. Turning back towards him, sincerity crosses his features as he finds his words.

“And Danny, thank you. Really, I appreciate it. Promise I’ll make it worth it.”

“I’m holding you to that, Sammy.” He offers the other man a small smile before Sam opens the door, the sound of it closing behind him echoing on the walls as Danny’s mind spirals.

He had more reasons than just having to take care of a wasted Sam that had made him give him the liquor limit. Danny knew very well by now that whenever Sam got drunk, he got flirty and touchy with him. Being a decent human being, Danny never reciprocated the “advances”, knowing that his best friend’s state of mind was too altered for anything that happened between them to be consensual. Every time, he prevented Sam from taking it too far, not wanting him to have any regrets the next morning. Every time, he kept his own desires hidden until after he made sure that Sam had safely made it home or to his couch. And every time, he would retreat to the privacy of his own bedroom to cry himself to sleep, wrapping his arms around a pillow as he sobbed and wished that it was his best friend, sober and safe in his embrace.

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Cracking his eyes open, Danny squints at the clock on his bedside table, finally giving up on trying to take an uninterrupted nap as his nerves keep him drifting in and out of sleep.

8:50 PM

SHIT! Danny throws the covers off himself as he scrambles out of bed, frantically turning his light on and rushing to his closet. Grabbing the first top his hands find, he pays no mind to it as he throws it on and finds a pair of black jeans from his floor. He scrambles through his apartment as he wrestles his shoes on and grabs his phone, wallet and keys before stopping to look at himself in the small mirror by his door. With his curls an unruly mess from sleep, he twists it before securing it with a large claw clip, knowing he had no time to do much else with it.

The entire drive over to Sam’s, he goes five over the speed limit, knowing that if he was even a minute late, he would never hear the end of it. Somehow, he arrives just as the clock strikes 9, pulling into Sam’s driveway just as his front door opens. Sam waltzes out as Danny parks, wasting no time in yanking the door open and throwing himself into the passenger seat. “Who’s ready to paaaaartayyyyy?!"

"Please tell me you didn’t pregame.”

Sam rolls his eyes as he shoves Danny’s shoulder lightly, buckling his seatbelt soon after as Danny begins the drive to the party. “I didn’t pregame, Daniel. Can’t a guy be excited to go to a party to help him keep his mind away from his toxic ex?”

“Fine, fine, yeah that’s valid. Sorry I doubted you, Sammy.”

“You really should be.”

“So, need me to be your wingman tonight?” Danny’s heart sinks as he waits for his answer, knowing that even though Heather and Sam had broken up, he still needed to prioritize being his best friend despite his feelings for him.

“Na, I’m not looking for any action tonight” Sam glances over at him before he does a double take, his eyes glued to Danny’s outfit. “Hey, is that my sweater?”

Glancing down, Danny sees a white sweater, the top detailed with geometric shapes in black, dark yellow, green, and read as he realizes that he didn’t remember buying it. “Uh, maybe? I just found it in my closet, you could have left it at my place, and it got thrown in with my laundry. I would give it to you now, but I’m not wearing anything under so I can get it back to you tomorrow.”

“Keep it, looks better on you than it does me.”

“Oh- ok, thanks.” They say nothing more as they drive, finding Simon’s house in no time as Danny parks on the street a few houses down. It was clear that there was very obviously a party occurring as Danny removes his keys from the ignition, a thought popping into his mind causing him to stop Sam just as his hand finds the door handle. “Listen Sammy, if you want or need to leave at any time, just say the word and we can. I know this is to try and get your mind off Heather, but if it becomes too much, we can leave whenever.”

“Thanks. And again, thanks for coming with me. I know you didn’t really want to come, so same goes for you.”

“Alright. Ready?”

Sam takes a deep breath as he glances back to the house, his hand still frozen on the handle. “Ready.” Getting out of the car, they make their way towards the house side by side as the muffled sound of music grows louder. The smell of weed and alcohol immediately bombards their senses as they enter the house, finding the party well underway despite it being so “early” in the night. Various people greet them, friends and strangers alike, as they make their way through the rooms, quickly finding the kitchen together. Sam grabs an IPA from a 12 pack on the counter, wasting no time in cracking it open as Danny grabs a solo cup and fills it with water.

“Not drinking tonight?”

Danny shrugs as Sam takes a sip from his can, his eyes locked on Danny in a way that turns his stomach upside down with butterflies. “Don’t feel like it, plus I’m the designated driver, remember?”

“Sam! You made it! And you brough Danny! Didn’t think you’d be able to drag him to another one of my parties after the state you were in last time.” Simon’s cheery voice interrupts them, and both men turn towards the sound to see him approaching them with a smile.

“Yeah well, he only agreed because I promised him I wouldn’t get drunk tonight.” Sam laughs out as he hugs the other man in greeting.”

“Ah ok, let’s see if you stay true to that. C’mon, it’s been too long since we’ve seen each other; there’s a few empty spots in the living room where we can catch up!” Both men follow him into the living room before Sam and Danny take a seat on the only unoccupied couch as Simon sits on the coffee table across from it. They spend the next hour talking with him as Sam nurses his beer, trying to make his limited drink count last. Eventually, as the host of the party, Simon excuses himself to make rounds of the house, no doubt checking to see how much damage had already been done.

“You having fun, Sammy? I really do appreciate you agreeing to the drink limit, I know it’s more fun to be drunk at these.” When he doesn’t get a response, Danny looks over at Sam to see his focus fixed intently on something across the room, his face contorted with barely concealed rage. Danny follows his eyes until he sees the cause of his anger: Heather clinging to an attractive man by the front door, obviously watching them out of the corner of her eye.

“You see that guy she’s with? That’s the guy she told me not to fucking worry about. We broke up two goddamn weeks ago, we were together for four fucking years, and she just immediately throws herself into his arms the second she can?!” Pausing, Sam collects himself for a moment before continuing. “And to think, all the shit she gave me about you.”

“What?”

Sam sets his can down on the table, ripping his eyes away from the pair until they land on Danny, fury still dripping from his words. “She was worried about our friendship. She knows you’re bi and kept fucking giving me the ‘it’s me or him’ ultimatums because she was worried that you’d make an advance on me.”

Oh… “Oh.”

“Yeah. That’s- that’s actually why we broke up. I told her that I was spending the day with you because she was busy, and she blew up. Kept going on about how she just knew you were trying tot ‘take me’ from her, and how it was her or you.”

“You- you chose me, Sam?”

“Of course I did. You’re my best friend. And I know you didn’t like her, but you never gave me any ‘choose between us’ shit. She’s the one with issues, not you.” What Sam had never told anyone, especially Heather, was that he had thought about what it was like to kiss Danny. Nor that he had woken up in a cold sweat needing to change his boxers, with the last thing he remembered from his dreams being Danny’s eyes and his gorgeous nose more times than he could count. How he knew he would never cheat on Heather, but he was still embarrassed and confused by the thoughts about his best friend that plagued his mind.

Danny steals a glance towards Heather, finding her still throwing herself onto the other man as she eyed them from across the room. She shoots Danny a dirty look before going back to pretending to be invested in the conversation around her. Danny looks back to Sam, taking a deep breath before finally making eye contact with him once more. This is the stupidest fucking idea you’ve ever had, I swear to God. “Do you want to make her jealous?”

“What?”

“I said, do you want to make her jealous?”

“Yeah? I mean, she probably only brought that guy hoping I would be here. I’m not jealous, but I figure might as well give her a taste of her own medicine. What do you have in mind?”

Wiping his palms on his jeans, Danny’s eyes dart across Sam’s features as he begins to panic. What if he thinks I’m trying to make a move on him? What if he hates me for even suggesting it? “How much have you had to drink tonight?”

“Just this one beer, why?”

Danny takes a deep breath before forcing his eyes to meet Sam’s curious gaze, his nerves skyrocketing as he prepares to propose his idea. “Can I kiss you? Only to make her jealous, of course.” Sam’s eyebrows shoot up, his mouth drawing int a silent “Oh”, causing Danny to scramble to continue. “You don’t have to say yes, it’s just one idea, we can find another.”

“No. No, I mean yes. Yes, you can kiss me. To make her jealous.”

What have I gotten myself into? “Ok.” Danny tries to focus as he feels his cheeks heat, taking one last deep breath before he brings his hand to the side of Sam’s face, his hand gently cupping his jaw and cheek as he guides him towards himself until their lips meet.

Danny had only planned for their kiss to be quick and gentle, only long enough for Heather to have seen it. But as Sam melts under his touch, Danny can’t help himself as the other man’s lips part slightly, sighing into his mouth. Gaining confidence, Danny swipes his tongue lightly against the soft skin of Sam’s bottom lip, reveling in the slight hitch in his breath as their kiss quickly becomes a full blown make out, fueled by desperation and need. With his lips still parted against his own, Danny bites down gently on his lower lip, devouring the quiet groan that escapes Sam. Before he can think about it, the hand not on Sam’s jaw snakes its way around his lower back, pulling him towards himself to close the space between them. Sam shows no hesitation as he allows himself to be guided closer to him, his own hand finding Danny’s inner thigh closest to him as it slowly travels upwards. Too lost in one another, neither of them notice Heather staring daggers at them from across the room, her face beet red as she silently seethes.

Finally, after a few heated minutes they break apart, panting heavily as they stare at the other, their pupils devouring the irises of their eyes. “Wanna get out of here?” Sam’s voice comes out as barely above a whisper, but Danny has no trouble hearing it as he remains mere inches from his face, caught up in how Sam kept stealing glances back down to his lips.

“Yeah- yeah. My place or yours?”

“Yours, it’s closer.” The second the words leave his mouth, Sam’s hand immediately finds Danny’s, intertwining their fingers as he pulls him off the couch and towards the door. As they walk right past Heather, they pay her no mind at all as they rush out of the house and towards Danny’s car, her furious glare following their path until the door closes behind them. Danny doesn’t know how to feel as Sam drags him across the lawns, his heart and mind torn at how eager Sam seemed to be to get back to his house. What if he’s just horny or caught up in the moment? I know he isn’t drunk, but what if he regrets it tomorrow? What if he isn’t thinking straight and you ruin what you have with him. He’s my best friend, I can’t- I can’t lose him.  Danny forces his mind to quiet as they slam the car doors, turning his attention to the route back to his place as he’s quick to start his car. The drive is silent as neither know what to say, afraid that speaking would break the energy that had built between them.

Parking in his driveway, both men immediately scramble out of the car as soon as the engine shuts off, rushing to make their way towards his front door without a word. As soon as the door is shut behind them, Danny’s hands find Sam’s waist, pulling him towards himself as their lips reconnect. With the added privacy of his home, their kiss is charged with a heavy passion as their hands begin to roam over each other’s bodies, eager and wanting in the darkness of the hall. As Danny’s fingers toy with the hemline of Sam’s shirt, they brush the sensitive skin of his stomach, causing him to shudder and deepen their kiss as he leans into the other man.

“Can I take this off?”

“Please fucking do.” Danny pulls Sam’s shirt off in one brisk motion, his lips finding the soft skin of his neck as he begins sucking what were sure to become hickeys into his skin. Moaning, the sound that escapes Sam is no longer muffled by Danny’s lips as he finds an extra sensitive part of his neck, just below the hinge of his jaw.

Oh my fucking god, I can’t take this anymore. At the thought, Danny grabs Sam’s wrist, pulling him behind himself as he makes his way towards his bedroom. As they enter it, Danny pulls his sweater off, Sam’s sweater, and discards it on the floor before his hands move to the button of his jeans. Sam does the same, his shaking hands finally unfastening it as both articles of clothing join Danny’s sweater on the floor. Their boxers join them next before Danny backs towards his bed, sitting on the edge as Sam immediately follows to rest on his knees between his legs. Sam stares up at him with wide eyes, his lips parted as Danny takes his cock in his hand and pumps it a few times, hissing at the friction.

God, he’s so fucking gorgeous like this. “Gonna put that pretty little mouth to use or are you just gonna stare while I do all the work?”

Sam’s head immediately moves forward at his words, hips lips circling Danny’s tip as he experimentally swirls his tongue around it. Closing his eyes, Danny lets a heavy sigh leave his lips has his hands come up to grip the sheets at his sides. Spurred on by the nearly pornographic sounds leaving Danny’s mouth, Sam leans forward, taking him deeper into his mouth. Danny manages to crack his eyes open, looking down at the other man as pleasure courses through his body, electrifying him from within.

“Fuck- You look so good like that, Sammy.” The praise goes straight to Sam’s dick, moaning around Danny as he ruts his hips forward, only to meet nothing but empty space. Danny removes his hands from the bed beside him, brushing Sam’s hair away from his face and using one hand to hold it back in a makeshift ponytail, slightly tugging at the hair in his fist just enough for the other man to feel a slight sting. Sam responds by taking him deeper, testing his gag reflex as only an inch or two of Danny’s cock remains outside of his mouth. The sensation causes Danny’s hips to involuntarily jut forward, his hand in Sam’s hair pulling him towards his body until he’s completely buried in his throat.

Sam gags, but Danny’s too caught up in his pleasure to hear it. Gagging again, Sam tries to take a breath in but is unable to, his frantic gasp finally pulling Danny back to the moment. He immediately pulls Sam off as he gasps for air the second he finds he’s able to fully breathe again. “Shit- I’m so sorry, Sam. I didn’t mean to- I didn’t realize-”

“Do it again.” His words completely catch Danny off guard, having expected the other man to end their activities then and there or react angrily.

Saying nothing, Danny raises an eyebrow at Sam as he looks up at him with wide, already fucked-out eyes, his lips slick with spit. “Tap me twice when you need air.” The second the words leave his mouth, Danny applies pressure at the back of Sam’s head until his nose brushes the hair at the base of his cock. Sam gags again as he holds him there for a moment, tears welling at his waterline as he attempts to find out just how long he can hold his breath. The next time he gags, his hand flies up to Danny’s calf, gripping his muscled skin forcefully but not tapping out yet. As he blinks up at Danny, his tears escape, trailing down his cheeks silently as Sam reaches his limit. He finally taps his calf twice, immediately being pulled off by Danny as he gulps down air.

Danny gives him a moment to breathe before beginning to reapply the pressure at the back of his head, waiting to feel any sign of resistance. When he doesn’t, he continues his motions, only speaking as Sam’s lips brush against the tip of his dick. “Again.”

Sam sinks back down onto him before Danny pulls him off, abruptly slamming his cock back down Sam’s throat the second he makes another gasp for air. He chokes but doesn’t tap out, allowing Danny to repeat his motions as he uses his mouth.

“Fuck, I’m so close-” Sam’s eyes roll to the back of his head as the other man abuses his mouth, too distracted to notice the ache between his own legs. Danny continues his assault on Sam’s throat for only a few seconds more before his head falls back, his eyes screwing shut as his grip on his hair only tightens. “Shit- I’m gonna-” Danny can offer no other warning before he lets out a guttural moan, his release coating Sam’s throat as he rides his night out. As he finally finishes, he pulls Sam off as he becomes overstimulated, the other man only slumping against his leg with a sigh, his head coming to rest on the side of Danny’s knee.

Once he’s had the chance to catch his breath, his focus is immediately drawn back to Sam who sat blinking up at him, still panting and taking heavy, deep breaths as he recovers. “We’re not done yet.” Danny pulls him off the ground, flipping their positions as he pushes him onto the bed with his feet still planted on the floor as Danny kneels between his legs.

His back arches off the bed as soon as Danny’s lips make contact with his neglected dick, having no trouble in completely sinking down onto him as he sets a brisk pace. Bobbing his head up and down, his hands grip the undersides of Sam’s thighs as the other man fists the sheets below him, and he comes undone with a high-pitched moan within no time.

When Sam’s spent, Danny pulls himself off, allowing himself to take in the sight of him laying on his bed and flushed from their activities as Sam pants heavily. Managing to sit up, Sam fixes his gaze on Danny before bringing his hand up to gently cup the curve of his jaw. Danny begins to lean into his touch before he stops himself, moving his hand up to push Sam’s hand away as he stands. He makes his way towards the other side of the bed as he deliberately avoids Sam’s eyes, drawing back the covers as he climbs in and removes the claw clip from his hair before he settles into the mattress.

“You can stay the night if you want.”

“What?”

“I said that you can stay the night if you want, Sam.” His tone is clipped and flat as he fights the tears at his waterline, threatening to spill onto his cheeks as his fears consume his mind.

“That’s it?!” At the frustration and hurt in Sam’s tone, Danny forces himself to make eye contact once more, instantly regretting it as he sees confusion and what he could swear was heartbreak painted across his features. “Is this just going to be something we pretend never happened? Or worse yet, never be able to look each other in the eye again. Just some quick fuck, one and done and that’s it? Did you just want to make Heather jealous, one-up her or something as revenge for how she thought of you? Was that all this was to you?” Sam’s voice breaks as tears begin to well in his eyes once more. Danny reaches for him, immediately wanting to comfort Sam before he stops himself, his fingers only inches away from his skin. “You can touch me, Daniel. You’re not going to fucking catch something.” Sam’s voice is low and serious, his pain tangible in his tone as he stares Danny down.

“Oh baby, no. It’s- it’s not you. I didn’t-” Danny takes a deep breath, trying to keep his tears from escaping as he tries to explain. “I didn’t want to scare you off is all.” His voice is quiet, thick with apology and regret as Sam laughs humorlessly.

“Scare me off? Danny, I just had your dick in my throat, you aren’t going to scare me off by trying to cuddle.”

Danny’s tears finally escape as he recalls his past experiences, the pain of them striking him deep in his chest. He knew he needed to explain them, he knew Sam deserved to know, but it still hurt all the same. “I know… I know. It’s just that- the other guys I’ve been with, they’ve never- they never wanted to cuddle or anything after. They always chose to leave immediately or fall asleep with their back to me. Either way, I always woke up alone.”

Sliding under the covers next to him, Sam makes the first move to reach out as he pulls Danny towards his body, their limbs tangling under the covers as he gently wipes the tears from his cheeks. He makes sure Danny’s looking at him before he responds, making sure that his voice was sincere and genuine. “You aren’t going to wake up alone this time, I promise.”

“I’m holding you to that, Sammy.” As he offers a small smile to the other man, Danny’s mind wanders back to the first time he had said those words that night, almost laughing at the parallel, at how much had changed since then. “I- I don’t want this to be a one and done thing, I don’t want this to come between us negatively. And I definitely wasn’t using you, this- us, to make Heather jealous or to get some kind of twisted revenge on her. I want- I want you to be my boyfriend, I want to be with you. I have since before you even met Heather, I just never said anything because of her, and because- because I didn’t want to ruin our relationship if you didn’t feel the same. I couldn’t lose you, Sammy.”

Sam places a gentle kiss to his forehead, nuzzling his face into his hair as the pair settle into each other. “I feel the same, Danny. I always have, I just- I just didn’t realize it until now. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Sammy. So can I- can I call you my boyfriend now?”

“Of course you can, as long as I can call you mine.”

“I’d like that.” Danny says nothing more as he half-sits up, leaning back and almost out of Sam’s embrace only to kiss him slowly before flicking the remaining light in his room off. Settling back into his arms, he snakes his own around Sam’s body as he buries his face into the soft, warm skin of his neck.

This time, no tears come as he drifts towards sleep, his arms finally wrapped around his best friend, his boyfriend, sober and safe in his embrace.

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A/N: Yes, I will almost always subtly make the villain/Sam's toxic ex her but not her, because it's funny to me. Toooooatlly just a coincidence that their names all start with H.

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Happy WW!

Care to share your thoughts on you and Danny teaching Sam to suck dick? 👀

YES! FINALLY!!!!

All I can picture is being friends with Sam and dating Danny. Always having this constant sexual tension between you, and seeing it also with Danny and his best friend. After a drunken evening with Danny, you find out that Sam and him kissed on New Years once. It was a one time thing, but it felt good. You keep thinking about the idea of Sam and Danny kissing, and you wish to be in the middle of it one day.

Somehow, some way, you find yourself in the middle of your fantasy. Danny loves showing you off to Sam, showing what makes you feel good, and you can't help but pipe up. "Can I show you what makes Danny feel good, Sammy?" You ask, standing there in the middle of the bedroom, both Sam and Danny watching you. "Yes, please." He whispers, a little nervously.

"Sit on the edge of the bed. Both of you." You ask teasingly. The friend's look at eachother before sitting, you can't help but look at them like this. So toned, soft skin, side by side, hard and wanting. You drop to your knees between Danny's legs, moving your hair aside. "He loves to watch the way I suck his cock." You smile at Sam as you take Danny's hard member in your hand. "I pump his cock slow at first." You say as you demonstrate, Sam's eyes glued to your motions. "Then I lick his tip just like this." You let your tongue gently lap at Danny's tip, relishing in the attention as Danny moans, letting his head fall back. "Then I take him into my mouth, like this." You whisper, before leaning in and taking Danny's cock down your throat, slowly taking him inch by inch. Danny groans, his hand in your hair as you bob your head up and down on him.

"Fuck." Sam breathes, his hand slowly pumping his own cock. You slowly come up and off Danny's dick and look up at Sam, "You wanna try?" You smile up at him sweetly, heart slamming in your chest. "I can show you, again." You tease as you make your way between Sam's thighs, replacing his hand with your hand, wrapping around his achingly hard cock. It's so pretty, soft and warm against your palm. "I think you should show him baby, Sammy's a visual learner." Danny smirks as he leans in and kisses Sam's neck. Sam's eyes roll back in his head as he loses himself for a moment, sandwiched between his two friends. "Pay attention, Sammy." Danny whispers in his ear. "Yes, sir." Sam quips, a lazy stoner smile on his face.

Both boys look back at you. "I touch him just like this." You say, pumping slowly, watching Sam's thighs flex at your touch. "Then I lick his tip like this." "Mhmm," Sam's voice shakes as he watches, Danny's hands playing with his nipples. You let your tongue explore the soft expanse of Sam's tip, loving the feeling of salty precum on your tongue. "That's my good girl." Danny grins as you pull off, letting a gentle bit of spit cover his tip and down his length. "Then take him deeper into your mouth." You repeat, bringing your open mouth down Sam's cock, pumping the rest into your mouth as you begin to take Sam's dick into your throat. Moaning around him as you do. "Fuck sake." Sam breathes, his hand tentatively touching your hair. "Go ahead Sam, show her how much you like it." Danny assures. Sam moves his hand into your hair, so gentle still as he moves your hair to the side and guides you along his length, your nails raking up his thigh as you do so. "God, you're so pretty." Danny whispers to you, "So pretty." Sam agrees gingerly.

Sam surprises you by guiding you off of him, "Can I try? Please?" He asks eagerly. Your eyes glisten from taking him deep, "Mhm." You respond, excited to watch. You move to be next to Danny's knee, watching as your boyfriend follows Sam's movements to be on his knees infront of him. You move Sam's hands up to relax on Danny's thighs. "Start here, be sweet and kiss here." You whisper in his ear, watching as goosebumps raise on Sam's skin. His hands relax onto both Danny's thighs, gently feeling the muscles underneath. He leans in and places tender kisses against the skin of both inner thighs. "Good boy." Danny coos, hand gently running over Sam's cheek to his jaw, thumb turning over his bottom lip, slowly. You could cut the tension with a knife.

"And you do just what I showed you." You whisper, watching as Sam moves a hand to Danny's cock. "So soft." Sam murmurs to himself, getting acquainted to the feeling. Danny sighs as he watches Sam pump his cock lazily at first, increasing in speed just a tad. Sam leans in on his own, gently kitten licking at Danny's cock. Danny let's out a hiss as he tries to control himself, locking eyes with Sam. You can't help but begin to touch yourself as you watch, just taking in the sight as Sam let's a little bit of saliva dribble down Danny's shaft, wetting it for his hand and bringing his mouth down the length. "Go slow, pretty boy." You whisper, moving closer to Sam, eyes on Danny as you reach around and tug on Sam's own cock. A moan reverberating from Sam's throat and around Danny, making Danny groan, his eyes flutter shut for just a moment.

"Good boy, Sammy." You whisper, your hand slowly pumping his cock, making him sigh as he begins to take more of Danny. "Fuck, Sam." Danny's hand relaxes into Sam's hair, he gently takes his hair up into a makeshift ponytail, using it to guide him up and down.

Sam gags a bit on Danny's cock, but presses on, a tear rolling down his cheek. "There he is, good job sweet boy, keep going, just like that." You rasp against his ear, pumping him faster now. You can tell Danny is close, the way he moans, how his head falls back, his lips parted. "Come on Sammy, wanna watch you cum." You smile as your thumb rolls over the tip of his hard cock, Sam hums around Danny's length, making Danny's grip in Sam's hair tighten. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck." Danny mumbles out, "Want to watch you swallow it all." You say, egging Danny and Sam on, knowing just how bad they each want it.

Sam pumps Danny's cock into his mouth, using his hand for what he can't fit in his throat. "Baby the tip of his cock, Sammy. I know he loves it." You advise, also doing the same thing to Sam with your hand. You watch as he arches his back, moaning around the tip of Danny's cock.

Danny's hand is like a vice grip on Sam's hair, holding him still as he cums down Sam's throat. Sam eagerly swallows it all, every last drop, "Oh Sam. Oh fuck Sam." Danny whimpers as he cums, Sam can't help it, cumming in your hand. He pulls his mouth away, moaning and whining as he cums hard for you both.

You can't help but grin as you look at these two gorgeous men. Sam wraps his arms around Danny, his head in his lap, Danny hunched over Sam, playing with his hair as they both catch their breaths. "So good. You tasted so good." Sam whispers, turning to look up at Danny. Danny kisses Sam deeply, tasting himself on his best friends tongue. Danny hums against his lips. "Had a good teacher." Sam breathes, looking at you. You blush, moving closer to the two of them.

Sam kisses you before giving you to Danny to kiss. "So can we do this again, soon?" You ask looking to them. "Of course. I gotta know what makes you tick next." Sam smiles against your neck. "Why wait?" Danny speaks, kissing your neck. "No time like the present."

[joonmon]

Day 17

[samcatcher]

When in London.

masterpost + plot summary.

word count: 80,000+ slow burn. [in progress]

Seven years ago, Sam pointed to the moon. What followed was France, A Firefighter, London, A Balcony, and a townhouse with peach-coloured walls and an upstairs kitchen.

Lyla didn't expect to ever see "someone" again. Especially not almost 4,000 miles from where they first met. Sam on the other hand, knew she would find her way back to him. Or rather, he'd find his way back to her.

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