#strawberry wine gvf

[frozenlight-gvf]

Strawberry Wine: Part Two

pairing: barn au: danny × fem!reader (enemies to lovers)

summary: after your first rendezvous with Daniel, tensions are high. he still gets under your skin like no one else can, but there’s something else there now— something that you refuse to let yourself feel.

(here's part one if you haven't read it already!)

word count: 4.8k

warnings: (for this part): language, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, angst (18+ MINORS DNI) [i chose not to include all the warnings to avoid spoilers, reader discretion is advised!]

a/n: new moodboard new moodboard! anyway this part was super fun to write hope u enjoy <3

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The wind whipped through your hair as you urged Guinevere to a breakneck gallop across the field. You thought maybe the speed and the endless green vastness would wipe Daniel from your mind for at least a moment or two, but a voice like alarm bells blared relentlessly in your head: What the hell happened last night?

As the sun broke the line of the horizon, beginning its journey across the sky, you breathed in the crisp misty air of the dawn. The heat hadn’t yet gotten a chance to burn, so you savored the slight chill. You let Guinevere slow, as she had begun to pant and snort, and unwelcome thoughts seeped back into your mind. You thought of how willingly you fell under Daniel’s control, responding to his every whim. You thought of his warm breath against your ear. You thought of his hands, how they petted you… how his fingers curled and caressed…

You shook your head, the images dissolving. Guinevere was still plodding along under you. You leaned forward to pat her neck, trying to bring yourself back to the moment. Now, the only thing in your head was your mother, as you heard her voice ringing out across the field, calling you back to her.

You reentered your house – which you had so suddenly departed from just an hour ago with your riding helmet in hand and racing heart in your chest, still warm from just having thrown off your sheets in restless frustration – and you wiped your boots on the doormat under the scrutinizing eye of Susannah, who was making sure you didn’t track mud in her house.

“What’s up with you?” she asked in her accent stronger than your own. “You’re shaking like a leaf, honey.”

You hadn’t even realized it. “Adrenaline, I guess,” you mumbled.

She shrugged as she fussed around in the kitchen, making breakfast. You sat down obediently at the table, knowing after many years of trying that she would never accept your help when she was cooking.

“How’s things with Danny?” she asked, cutting strawberries into an old ceramic bowl painted with watercolors; a product of a childhood craft gone slightly awry, but too sentimental for your mother not to keep.

You scoffed, a bit put-off that she sounded like she was inquiring after a relationship. “Same as always.” You hoped the slight tremor in your voice didn’t give away the fact that things had, in fact, changed. Dramatically.

“You’re so mean to that poor boy,” she sighed, shaking her head. “Would it kill you to be nice to him?”

“He’s not nice to me, mama. And you know how I am with boys.”

“I know, I know. My little dragon,” she said affectionately. She cupped your cheek for a moment as she placed a plate of bacon on the table. “But I want you to at least try.”

You banished your mother’s old-fashioned ways; she thought the princess was always supposed to be saved by someone else, namely a man. She’d nicknamed you her “dragon” when you were little; you always pointed and squealed at the pictures of the dragons in the storybooks she read to you– the ones that destroyed kingdoms on fiery rampages, the ones that threatened the lives of well-meaning princes. You were always more the type to curl up in a cave somewhere rather than drape yourself out the window of a tall tower, calling for someone to rescue you.

But, you couldn’t fight that little voice inside you, the one that was begging for someone to take care of you, to hold you and kiss your lonely tears away. You rested your chin in your hand as you pushed your eggs around on your plate, your mother sitting across from you. 

“I’m not gonna force you into anything, hun,” Susannah said, taking a sip of her sweet-smelling coffee. “But, darlin’, it would settle my heart to know that there’s someone else in your life who would make you breakfast in the morning.”

Susannah meant well, and you knew it. Like all mothers with lonely daughters, she wanted to see you cared for and cherished. She’d tried to hire barn hands you might get along with, and a part of you felt bad for how poorly you always treated them. But it was your way. Isolation is an art, and you had practically perfected it.

After breakfast, you milled about the barn, so far its only human inhabitant. The sun was now steadily rising, no longer shy about its light and broiling heat. You were anxious for Daniel to arrive so you could assess what happened between you. If he didn’t look in your direction, it was safe to assume he was feeling the way you were, which was conflicted. If he flashed you his usual teasing grin and tipped his hat, it would mean that, to him, nothing had changed. And you weren’t sure which option you preferred.

As you surveyed the tack room, making sure every saddle and every bridle was in its assigned space, you heard familiar footsteps from behind you.

“Do you really not trust me to put everything back where it belongs?”

You whirled around to see Daniel leaning against the doorframe a couple yards in front of you. For a moment, there were no words exchanged between you two. In his eyes, you could see flashes of last night’s passion. You tensed up every muscle in your body, bracing for whatever impact that was about to come. 

You pointed over to the wall covered in tangled leather straps. “Ziggy’s bridle is where Tim’s should be.”

Daniel’s eyes widened imperceptibly as he noticed his mistake, and you felt a small swell of pride within you for having shaken him. But his signature roguish smirk soon spread across his face as he pushed off from the doorframe with his shoulder, uncrossing his ankles.

“My bad, heiress.”

He sauntered past you to switch the bridles, brushing close to your side. It almost felt like a static spark passed between the two of you, and you sucked in a breath. He turned back to you, his body now closer to yours than what would be considered “friendly.”

“However may I earn your forgiveness?”

You looked up at him, your breath catching. His curls were slightly damp, and he smelled of crisp pine and lemon. It was so rare for you to see him like this; usually when he was in your line of sight, he was flushed and sweating from heat and hard labor. But right now, he was almost glowing, fresh from a morning shower. Your mind wandered to imagine how he might look with nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist with his chest damp and glistening, his wet curls draped over his broad shoulders–

“Something on your mind, sweetheart?”

“No,” you said quickly, shaking your head sharply and swallowing hard. Daniel’s smile only grew. 

“Oh, no? Because you seem a little… bothered.” He leaned in to whisper the last word, and his closeness and his clean scent made you want to fall into him. But you stood your ground.

You tilted your head towards the rack of bridles. “I’m only bothered because you can’t do your job right.”

He chuckled. “Is that so? Well…. I seemed to do my job pretty well last night, didn’t I?”

You bristled slightly at such a direct mention of your rendezvous. You figured you two would beat around the bush for a little while longer, but it seemed like he couldn’t wait to make you squirm again.

“That’s what you were thinking about, wasn’t it?” he said, leaning over you slightly.

Eager to prove him wrong, you straightened your spine and stared at him. “No. It was something else.”

“Alright. Whatever you say, heiress.”

You thought that with that, Daniel would leave and start on his morning chores, but he remained exactly where he was– too close for comfort.

“You have chores to do, Wagner.”

He tilted his head with a crooked smile.

“That I do, ma’am.”

Still, he made no move to leave the tackroom. You were starting to feel that anger he so loved to stir up in you.

“Then go do them!”

He flashed his eyebrows.

“I’m about to.”

And still– he stayed. You raised your voice to shout at him, but he reached one of his hands out and pulled you into him by your waist, planting a kiss on your lips. 

You wrestled away from him, the blush on your face betraying how much you enjoyed that.

“What are you doing?” you spat.

He smiled and crossed his arms. You had to tear your eyes away from the defined curves and edges of his muscles. “Do you not remember what I said last night?”

“You said a lot of things last night, Wagner,” you mumbled, straightening your shirt and turning away.

He leaned in once more to whisper in your ear, his breath fanning against your hair. You could feel your blush spreading, making your ears burn pink.

“I said, I was gonna put taking care of that needy little cunt of yours on my list of chores.”

Your lips parted slightly as a breath escaped them. He noticed. He pressed up behind you and started rubbing both of your arms up and down slowly. 

He hummed a contented noise. “You like that? Does that sound like a good way to start our morning?”

Our morning. 

He pressed a soft kiss to your ear, his lips then sensually traveling down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses.

“Want me to take care of you, sweetheart?”

He was tearing down your walls brick by brick, stone by stone, but you didn’t want to let him make ruins out of you.

Your voice was breathy as you protested, not having much power behind your insistence. “Daniel, my students are gonna be here soon…”

“Darlin’,” he said, interrupting you, still kissing down your neck, “it’s barely nine in the morning. Your first class won’t be here until ten.” He switched to the other side of your neck and paused for a moment before speaking again. “It’s just you and me.”

“My mom–”

“--isn’t here right now.”

“But she might come here later…”

You felt his lips curl into a smile against your neck. He gave you a little nip right under your ear. “Then, I guess you better be quiet, then, huh? Think you can be quiet for me, sweetheart?”

His hands moved from your arms to your hips, caressing up and down your curves. 

“Answer me, baby.”

“Yes.”

His touch started to get bolder as his hands traveled inward, running up over your chest. Your eyes fluttered shut as he squeezed gently, massaging the tender flesh in his palms. His hands then slipped under the fabric of your shirt to feel you closer. His fingers teased along the top edge of your bra.

“I wanna see you in something prettier than this,” he mumbled in your ear, referring to the sturdy sports bra you were wearing. 

“I will never spend money on lace, Wagner.”

“Then I will,” he said with casual certainty as he tugged on the hem of your shirt, bringing it up over your head. He then turned you around to face him, his eyes staring disapprovingly at your choice of undergarment. He clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“Pretty thing like you shouldn’t wear shit like this. Wanna see you in lace or nothing at all,” he mumbled again.

“Guess nothing at all will have to do for now,” you said, trying to keep the hopeful edge out of your voice.

He grinned as he reached forward to relieve you of your bra. His lips parted in an awestruck smile as soon as he saw you bare, his eyes sparkling.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he rasped, skating his hands over your breasts, feeling your sensitive nipples hardening under his touch. Your hands started moving on their own as your fingers met with the metal of Daniel’s ornate silver belt buckle. You traced your fingertips over the minimal design at the center before you suddenly felt him take your hands and place them on his chest.

“Don’t touch the buckle, sweetheart,” he said quietly in your ear as he guided your fingers to the bottom of his tshirt, encouraging you to lift it off of him. 

You’d seen his bare chest many times; he rarely ever wore a shirt while working outside. But you’d never seen him like this. You noticed details you’d previously glossed over– the freckles that dotted his perfectly tanned skin, the sensual curve of his waist, and the trail of coarse hair that stretched up from beneath his jeans. You were practically dumbstruck. 

You weren’t exactly sure how or why you found yourself with your jeans undone infront of Daniel Wagner a second time, but there wasn’t much time to think about it before your pants were on the floor of the tackroom, and Daniel had your legs wrapped around his waist, pressing you into the wood-paneled wall. 

He took your mouth again in a fiery kiss, but this time, you didn’t stop him. You let him consume you, his tongue exploring your mouth feverishly.

“Seems I’m getting pretty good at getting you to shut up,” Daniel said, speaking breathlessly between punishing kisses. You could feel how riled up he was, like a bronco about to break loose.

Not once breaking the kiss, he reached down with one hand to remove his belt, the dexterity with which he did so making you melt even more. The leather snapped against the denim as the accessory fell to the ground, including his apparently precious buckle. 

“Not so worried about that thing now, are you?” You glanced at the piece of metal strewn on the floor.

Daniel growled into your mouth, pushing you harder into the wall, bringing your attention right back to him.

“The only part of you that’s allowed to touch my buckle is your pussy when you’re sitting on my lap. Are we clear on that?” He paused, taking your nod as an answer and continuing to kiss you passionately. 

His hardness began teasing at your center, rubbing back and forth and collecting the arousal that was dripping from you. You shivered with desperation in his arms, his hands gripping and squeezing your ass. 

“Oh, sweetheart…” he crooned, “you’re wetter than you were last night. Have you been thinking about me all morning? Is that why?”

You shook your head, but both of you knew you were lying.

“I bet you thought about me last night, too. Did you think about me in bed? Did you think about how good my fingers felt inside you and how badly you wanted to feel my cock?”

You couldn’t reply, as the tip of his cock had just barely nudged against you, and you already knew you were in for it. He felt big.

“I really hope you didn’t get your hands dirty in your bed last night,” he said, clucking his tongue patronizingly. “You know I’m the only one who can touch this pussy, right? It’s all mine, isn’t it, darlin’?”

You waited in heated anticipation to feel him buried inside you, but he didn’t move. His eyes burned into yours. He was waiting for an answer. And he wasn’t going to give you what you wanted until you gave him one. Until you submitted to him.

“It’s all yours, Danny.”

A voice.

“Danny?”

Both of you froze. Daniel’s fingers dug deeper into your ass, as if holding you tighter would make you somehow disappear.

“Where are you, hun? I need you to do something for me.”

You and Daniel looked at each other, eyes wide with terror. Susannah.

Her light footsteps were almost imperceptible, but you could tell you only had seconds to get out of the compromising position you were in. Daniel all but dropped you, rushing to get his shirt and belt back on, hissing urgent curses under his breath. You plucked your discarded clothes from the floor, racing to pull your bra and shirt back on and to tug your jeans over your hips and button them with shaking fingers.

When Susannah’s willowy silhouette appeared in the doorway, Daniel was reorganizing the saddle pads, and you were aimlessly fidgeting with the leather straps of the bridles lining the walls, silently kicking yourself for not having come up with something more convincing to be doing. 

“There you are, darlin’. Can you take a look at Rebel’s stall door? It was creaking somethin’ terrible yesterday.”

“Of course, ma’am.”

Daniel gave a polite bow of his head to Susannah as he sauntered past her, hands in his back pockets and whistling a little tune— like he wasn’t just mere moments from being caught thrusting deep inside you. You were left trembling; partly with fear, but mostly from the visceral anticlimax of having to stop right before what might have been the greatest moment of your life. 

Your mother turned to you, a hand on her hip. Her gentle, smile-lined face shifted to show a mild concern.

“You alright, sweetheart? You look awfully warm.”

Your blush only grew hotter. Your fingers let the reins you were inspecting too closely drop and gently swing against the wall.

“I’m fine, mama,” you said, grabbing a bucket full of grooming tools from the ground.

Susannah shrugged and turned to leave, ducking into the little room next door which classified as the barn’s office: a little area with an old hutch desk and an older computer. 

Exhaling deeply, you shook your head, unable to believe you didn’t get busted. And you were also unable to believe how nonchalant Daniel was afterwards. His inhuman speed at getting dressed and his lightning-quick ability to become otherwise occupied so he didn’t come off as suspicious— like he had a habit of fucking girls where people might intrude. Like he had a habit of fucking girls, period. It made you realize that whatever you had going on with Daniel had lower stakes for him than it did for you. And it was maddening.

You stared off into space during the morning lessons you were teaching. Luckily, the riders were slightly older than your afternoon students and didn’t need eagle-eyed supervision. You stood in the center of the ring, occasionally calling out for your riders to change their horse’s gait. The warm-up probably lasted a bit too long, but there was hardly any room left in your mind for anything else when Daniel was occupying it— especially not teaching. The horses cantering in a circle around you almost made you dizzy. 

”Miss Y/L/N?” a voice piped up. “Can we stop now?”

You turned to where the voice was coming from: a younger girl whose helmet almost seemed to swallow her whole head. You nodded, rubbing your temple.

“Walk,” you declared in a voice not as commanding as you would have liked, and the horses slowed around the ring. Originally, you were going to give the riders their first lesson in jumping, but you were in absolutely no state something as involved as that.

“How about a trail ride?”

The girls cheered, and you led the five-horse parade down from the ring to the barn so you could hop on a horse to guide the procession on the trail. You instructed your riders to wait as you headed into the stables and towards Guinevere’s stall. But it was empty. You huffed in frustration and marched into the office.

“Where’s Gwen?”

Susannah looked up at you from the boxy computer.“Danny took her out back to the pasture for a bath. Isn’t that sweet of him? Making sure your horse is all nice and clean for you,” your mother said with a wink.

You rolled your eyes. You knew Daniel wasn’t bathing Guinevere out of kindness. He would never do anything for you out of kindness. “I need her for a trail ride.“

“Trail ride? I thought y’all were jumping today. Do you need help getting the poles set up? I’ll go get Danny—“

“I don’t need him, mama!” you shouted suddenly, whirling around to face her. She startled a bit, her eyes fully focusing on you. 

“Y/N—“ she scolded, her surprise hardening into consternation.

“I don’t need him.” Your voice softer as you repeated. You knew your mother heard you the first time, so the second time you made the declaration was mostly as a reminder for yourself. You took a breath, calming yourself. “It’s hot today. The horses are feeling lazy, and they won’t want to jump.”

Susannah shrugged, her shoulders now cold. Her gaze turned back to her computer, wordlessly dismissing you. Her silence tugged at your heart, but you couldn’t let it affect you. 

With Guinevere preoccupied, Ares was the only horse left in the stable. He was off-limits for students. After bucking a rider off of his back and into a fence last spring, Susannah declared that Ares would never be used as a lesson horse again, only remaining in the barn for extremely advanced riders who refused any of the “easy” horses. And for Daniel, who somehow got the demon to bend to his will.

Although you’ve been riding your whole life, even you avoided Ares. He was sturdy and powerful, yet wildly skittish. Any sort of loud noise or quick movement would have him rearing and taking off running, endangering everyone on or around him. You stood there outside the horse’s stall, studying him for a moment. You wouldn’t have time to tack him up; the riders were waiting on you outside. The idea of having to ride him bareback on the trail— the place with the greatest potential for an unexpected spook— made your blood turn cold. As you opened Ares’ stall, you had the slight inclination to just forget the trail ride and get Daniel to help you set up the jumping poles in the lesson ring. But the more you considered it, the more vivid the image of his face in your mind became. You pictured the way he’d look down at you and smirk, teasing you for not being able to do anything by yourself, not being able to do anything without his help. Without him. He’d poke you and prod you, goading you for needing his assistance, for needing him. Needing him.

You met your riders in front of the barn atop the black horse with a less-than-confident smirk on your face. With no reins, saddle, or stirrups to hold onto, you felt truly vulnerable on Ares’ back. Ares’s energy felt potent and volatile as he shifted under you; it almost felt like he was just waiting to catch you with your guard down and buck you off into the dirt. You just hoped that Daniel couldn’t see your bubbling fear as you rode past the pasture towards the trailhead. 

Despite your immense anxiety, the notion of him seeing you riding his favorite horse was attractive, but all you could focus on right now was keeping Ares under your control. 

“Lookin’ good down there, ladies!”

Daniel waved from where he stood in the pasture, smiling charmingly. The young girls behind you giggled, enamored with the roguish barn boy who was currently shirtless as he bathed Guinevere, glistening with sweat and water. You shook your head. His flirtation meant nothing. He just wanted attention. Your riders waved back at him, and he tipped his hat gallantly. They crushed on him the same way one might crush on the older pool lifeguard in one’s youth, all blushing cheeks and smitten, innocent glances. And Daniel always responded in the way that lifeguard might: crooked smirks and harmless, playful quips.

You chose not to respond to Daniel, knowing it would only egg him on. Instead, you urged Ares forward. A few more yards and you’d disappear into the trees, shielded from Daniel’s piercing gaze and baiting words. But Ares stalled beneath you. Daniel noticed the way you clucked and kicked at the horse’s sides, trying to get Ares to budge.

“Is Ares too difficult for you, heiress?” 

Your students chucked a bit, and your face began to burn. You kicked at Ares harder now, but he only stamped his hoof into the gravel at the trailhead and huffed.

“Just switch with her!“ Daniel said, pointing at the girl riding Ziggy— the easiest horse in the barn. “I bet that little lady can handle Ares better than you.”

More giggles from behind you. The fury within you was reaching a peak, and it started to mix with your nervousness, creating a boiling concoction of intense emotions that left your fingers shaking. Ares could feel this as he pawed at the ground, flicking his head up and down. 

“Maybe I should just show you how it’s done, huh?”

“Show me how what’s done, Wagner?” you shot back. Your voice broke slightly, and you hoped Daniel would interpret it as anger rather than fear. Ares was getting antsy, and you didn’t like it at all.

“Riding,” he said with a chuckle. “You sure you’re the best person here to teach these young ladies?”

Before you could give Ares one more swift kick, the horse’s ears pinned back against his head.

A loud rustle came from the woods to your left. You saw flashes of spindly legs and streaks of white as a family of deer ran through the underbrush.

Ares startled, his hooves skittering on the gravel, the movement abruptly sending you forward as you clung to the horse’s neck. A loud whinny shocked your ears as wind started whipping against your face, the trees flying past your eyes.

 Ares was bounding down the trail, sprinting through the woods. Your heart was pounding harder than his hooves against the dirt. You gripped the coarse hair of his mane as tight as you could with trembling fingers. Your legs flailed with every one of Ares’ panicked strides. Your thighs and feet struggled to find purchase against his sleek body, clambering frantically. But you couldn’t stabilize yourself, and Ares was running wild.

You felt your hips slide as Ares rounded a sharp bend. The air was knocked from your lungs as you hit the ground, your vision going dark. 

~~~

“Shit, shit, shit.”

Your eyes fluttered open at the noise. 

“Shit, Y/N.”

Daniel swung off of Guinevere before she had even come to a stop. 

His face was blurry above yours. His urgent hands quickly inspected your arms, your legs, your torso. One of his hands came up to cup the back of your head.

“Fuck.”

Strong arms slid under your knees and your back as he lifted you up.

The next thing you knew, you were flying again. Sat sideways in front of him, your head jostled against his shoulder. One of Daniel’s hands was held tight to the reins, the other wrapped around your waist, keeping you right up against him. 

“Hold on, sweetheart. You’re ok.”

His voice was warm in your hair. 

You then winced as his voice rang out, calling your mother‘s name. The sound stabbed at your ears, sending tendrils of pain through your head.

Daniel slid off the horse with you in his arms. 

The worried voice of your mother drifted into your mind, her cold fingers shaking while pushing the hair out of your face.

You then found yourself tucked in the passenger seat of Daniel’s truck, The landscape was racing by outside the windows. You felt Daniel holding one of your hands tight. He gave it a squeeze.

“Stay awake for me, honey, ok? You can’t go to sleep.”

You squeezed his hand back.

The rest of the drive went by in a blur, as did the visit to the emergency room. Unfamiliar instruments were held up in front of you in dark rooms, and you answered as many questions as you could. As soon as a voice told you that you were allowed to rest, you closed your eyes and sank into sleep.

“Hi.”

You blinked awake to see Daniel right beside you, holding your hand. He was smiling sweetly, his face laced with concern. The fluorescent lights of the sterile room around you had been dimmed, but they still stung your eyes.

“You’ve only been out for an hour. The doctors said to ask you questions when you woke up. Can you tell me your name?”

You answered, hating how quiet and weak your voice sounded.

“Can you tell me my name?”

“Danny.”

He smiled, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

“Good job, sweetheart.”

He paused for a moment, seemingly taking in the sight of your dazed eyes. He leaned in closer in his seat beside the cot, his elbows propped on his knees.

“You’ve got a pretty nasty concussion, but you’re ok. No broken bones or anything like that. They gave you some stitches for the cut on the back of your head.”

Your voice was croaky and hoarse. “Where’s my mom?”

He was quick to ease your stress. “She’s at the barn. She’s taking care of your students. She’ll be here as soon as she gets all the horses put away. I had to drive you so I could explain to the doctors what happened to you since Susannah didn’t see any of it.”

“You drove me?”

“You don’t remember?” He sighed a bit, shifting in his seat. “No ambulance would have gotten all the way out there quick enough,” he said quietly. “I had to make sure you were ok.”

You felt his fingers against your cheek. Bits and pieces of the car ride started coming back to you. The empty roads, the speed, Daniel’s worried face. But mostly, you remembered the way that he held your hand.

The way he was still holding it. 

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Part Three

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oh my god this is inspiring me to keep writing my strawberry wine fic

Cowboy Danny!

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Show Me by @vanfleeter

✨Strawberry Wine by @frozenlight-gvf

𝓢𝓪𝓶 𝓚𝓲𝓼𝔃𝓴𝓪:

A Cabin in the Woods by @asacredthebread

Wallflower by @concreteburialplot

𝓙𝓸𝓼𝓱 𝓚𝓲𝓼𝔃𝓴𝓪:

Endless Summer by @anthemofgvf

✨Iced Chai Universe by @gracev0609 *includes x Danny

𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓷𝔂:

But You Look So Cool by @ofthecaravel

Autumn in Vermont by @hyperfixated-gvf

Fire/Fear by @hyperfixated-gvf

It Takes Three to Tango by @spark-my-nature (f/m/m)

✨Brandy by @ofthecaravel

✨Heaven in Time by @ofthecaravel

To the Hunter From the Prey by @stardustbarbarians

I Was Born to Love You by @gracev0609

Slow it Down by @ourtearsofrain

𝓙𝓪𝓷𝓷𝔂:

Scream For Me by @satans-helper

Keep Going by @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine

✨Cabin Fever by @i-choose-the-road

𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓷𝔂:

✨Philia and Pragma pt.1 & pt.2 by @scarletvanfleet

[frozenlight-gvf]

for your reading pleasure 🤭

thinking about cowboy danny. maybe hes a little sweaty. please make it stop

[devilat-thedoor]

can we open a GVF as Noah Kahan songs discussion????

i’ve seen a few people do Hozier songs but i haven’t seen a Noah one yet(if there is one, please point me in direction🤲🏽). but it’s something i’d like to talk about😌 please share your opinions😌

Jake Kiszka

Maine

Your Needs, My Needs

Halloween

Sammy Kiszka

Everywhere, Everything

Northern Attitude

Orange Juice

Josh Kiszka

Busyhead

Strawberry Wine

Still

Come Over

Danny Wagner

You’re Gonna Go Far

Dial Drunk

Homesick

[iamawhoreandnotproud]

Thank you so much for the tag @ignite-my-fire ❤️

tag 9 people you want to catch up with and/or get to know better!!

Last Song: Strawberry Wine by Noah Kahan (pls listen to all Noah Kahan song. I would die for him)

Last movie: (not really a movie/TV person. I can't focus on that :')) Does GVF at Red Rocks count as a movie?

Currently reading/ Last read: I keep rereading Anne of Green Gables

And Song of Achilles

Currently watching: ...GVF edits on tiktok?

Current obsession: GVF...its a every-day-I-have-a-mental-breakdown about them kinda obsession

AND Dungeons and Dragons! Creating character lore etc

I'm tagging

@puzzle-gvf @watchingovergvff @acb0116 @gvf23 @iheartjakekiszka @runwayblues @demolitionndann @goldenkiszka @stardust-chords-enthusiast

[greta-van-chaos]

✿ greta-van-chaos's masterlist✿

Greetings and salutations! This is my masterlist! I don't have an update schedule and I probably never will. All of my work in progress fics will be listed here so you can be up to date with what I'm writing (I also sometimes put the release dates in brackets beside scheduled fics)! I do go to school which means my updates will be pretty random, I hope that's understandable.

My main focus currently is Greta Van Fleet so that is what I am showcasing, I used to have other oneshot projects posted here but I am discontinuing them in favor of writing stuff for the gvf fandom exclusively.

If you want to join my taglist here's the form, you can also dm me or send me an ask! My taglist features options for my Greta Van Fleet one-shots. It used to include my 80s rockstar oneshot options but I am discontinuing those.

Mars' Fic Recs

Check out my spotify!

♡ Smut | ⍟ Fluff | ♕ Angst | ◈ Drabble/Short fic | ♧ Headcannon

♡♕ forget it (x)

♡ cane (x)

♡ sunday kind of love (x)

♡ cherry wine (x) {request}

♡ lover is a day (x) {request}

♡ after dark (x) {request}

♡ tear you apart (x)

♡ for the first time (x) {request}

♡ right side of my neck (x) {request}

♡ come out and play (x)

♡ tennessee whiskey (wip)

♡ whisper (wip) {request}

♕⍟ i can't (x)

◈ always (x)

◈ flowers (x)

♡ puppy (x)

♡ you shook me (x)

♡ no one knows (x) {request}

♡ your touch (x)

♡ good old fashioned lover boy (x) {request}

♡ dream girl (wip) {request}

♡ strawberry moon (wip) {request}

⍟ forget me not (x)

⍟ pre studio sesh (x)

⍟ midnight city (x) {request}

◈ my lord (x)

◈ you're always on my mind (x)

⍟♕ telephone (x)

♡ good (x)

♡ i put a spell on you (x)

♡ closer (wip) {request}

♡ lights (wip) {request}

◈ heroes (x)

♡ drive-in (x)

♡ attitude -> part one (x)

♡ anything goes (wip) {request}

♡ valentines day (mini-series)

-> mini skirt - josh x reader (x)

-> interview - jake x reader (x)

-> ready for me - sam x reader (x)

-> all good things - danny x reader (x)

♡ taking a turn - jake and josh x reader oneshot (x)

♡ rocket queen - jake and josh x reader oneshot (x) {request}

♡ crossroads - sam and jake x reader oneshot (x) {request}

♡ love game - danny and sam x reader oneshot (wip)

♧ first kisses (mini-series)

-> the music is you - josh x reader (x)

-> whole lotta love - jake x reader (x)

-> sunshine of your love - sam x reader (x)

-> fell in love with a girl - danny x reader (x)

♡ am smut (mini-series)

-> do i wanna know? - jake x reader (x)

♡ the seeker - oliver reed x reader oneshot (wip) {request}

♡ i will possess your heart - oliver reed x reader (mini-series)

-> part one (x)

-> part two (x)

-> part three (x)

-> part four (x)

-> part five (wip)

[frozenlight-gvf]

Strawberry Wine Masterlist

pairing: barn au: danny x fem!reader (enemies to lovers)

summary: you'd spent the whole summer tormenting the new barn hand, but things were finally reaching that inevitable tipping point where you two would either fall in love or fall apart... or both

total word count: 14k

warnings (for the whole series): language, dirty talk, ~digital penetration~, something to do with a hayloft...?, praise/degradation all that good stuff, language, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, angst, injury (no graphic descriptions), talk of hospitals, language

a/n: i consider this series a "completed work in progress!" you can read what's been written so far and not feel like you've been left on a cliffhanger, but i'm leaving it open to future additions if i ever want to write more for it :)

~~~

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

[frozenlight-gvf]

Strawberry Wine: Part Three

pairing: barn au: danny × fem!reader enemies to lovers)

summary: after a terrible accident, y/n finds herself hurting in more ways than one.

word count: 2.6k

warnings (for this part): talk of injury, a small bit of angst… not many warnings tbh

a/n: this is the final part… for now! who knows, in the future i might find myself needing to write more for this series so idk we shall see i suppose!! also, i listened to “need you now” by lady a while writing the beginning of this part so maybe give it a good listen if you have the desire to do so

***

The afternoon sun spilled onto the worn carpet of your bedroom, creating a bright, warm spot for your cat to curl up in. She was snoozing blissfully as you stared up at the ceiling, your fingers fidgeting with the old cotton quilt on your bed. The breakfast your mother brought you sat untouched on your bedside table. It had been two days of being bedridden, and you were just about ready to claw your own eyes out. 

Doctor’s orders were no reading, no TV, no physical activity of any kind, and no horses until you were feeling better. To make matters worse, Susannah canceled all lessons for the rest of the month to make sure you had plenty of time to heal, which meant that the ranch was devastatingly quiet and still. You missed hearing the giggles of little girls and the laughter between friends that would ring through the trees and dance through the tall grass. But for the rest of July, the only people at Nightingale Ranch would be you, Susannah, and Daniel.

Out your bedroom window, you had a good view of the barn. You spent most of your time staring through the glass, watching the breeze make waves over the fields and the sun inch slowly across the sky. But you also watched Daniel work. Even without lessons being held, someone still had to take care of the horses. 

He had a job to do, and you understood that. 

But you didn’t understand why he hadn’t come to visit you even once. 

The last time you two spoke was when you were discharged from the ER the night of your fall. Your mother on one side of the bed, Daniel on the other, the nurse looked between the two as he shared instructions for taking care of you over the next few days. And Daniel had been nodding along and listening intently. 

They rolled you out in a wheelchair. You knew you were fully capable of walking, but when you tried to protest, the nurse, your mother, and Daniel shut you down. Daniel’s hands were loose on the handlebars as he pushed you through the sliding doors of the hospital exit out into the darkened parking lot, your mother walking beside Danny and poring over the stapled packet the nurse had handed her detailing a daily schedule for grade two concussion aftercare. She mumbled through it, occasionally making her words clear so Daniel could hear. The three of you approached Susannah’s dusty, decades-old silver SUV.

“She should take Tylenol instead of Advil if she’s hurting. Something about ‘risk of bleeding?’”

Daniel nodded. Like he’d personally be the one handing you the pills and holding a bottle of water to your lips. 

“Rest up, Y/N,” Daniel said, pressing one of his hands to your shoulder. “I, uh… just– let me know if you need anything.”

You smiled as you watched him cross the parking lot, heading towards his pickup. The red glow of his tail lights slowly pulled away as your mother helped you into the passenger seat of her car. You wished he was the one driving you home. You wished he would squeeze your hand tight and press kisses on the tops of your cheeks and tell you how much he loved you. 

Soft knocks at your bedroom door brought you back to reality.

“Honey? You hungry for lunch?” Susannah pushed the door open and leaned on the doorknob. Her greying hair was twisted up in a claw clip, and a light button-up hung from her narrow frame.

You shook your head, quickly wiping a tear. But not before your mother could notice. 

“Oh, sweetie…” she said, moving to sit on the edge of your bed. Her gentle hands stroked your hair. “I know you’re frustrated. And I know you miss your students and the horses. But you gotta give your brain time to heal up.”

You only nodded, your throat squeezed up tight, knowing you wouldn’t be able to speak without crying. A small swell of relief washed through you at the thought that your mother perhaps didn’t know the exact reason for your tears.

Susannah clucked her tongue in sympathy, her eyebrows knitting together. 

“Is there anything I can do?” she asked quietly, still petting your head. 

She then paused, noticing how you wouldn’t meet her eyes. She followed your gaze out the window and towards the barn, where Daniel was outside, walking Guinevere back from the pasture. 

A moment of knowing silence between a mother and her lonely daughter.

“Do you want me to bring him up to see you?”

Your heart froze. You knew she had seen the way Daniel had rescued you. How he had cared for you and sat by your bed in the emergency room, making sure you never once woke up from your fitful bursts of sleep alone. 

“No, mama,” you responded, your voice slightly hoarse. Truthfully, you wanted to see him more than anything. But you wanted him to want to, not to do so at the order of his boss.

“Are you sure? I know I’m not the best company,” she said with a little laugh.

She sighed, pressing her lips into a thin line, searching for her words.

“He cares about you, baby.”

“No, he doesn’t—“

She put up a hand, stopping you.

“But you have to let him care.”

With that, she gave you a few pats on your leg and stood up to leave. You watched her close the door, leaving you with her words hanging in the air like swords about to drop and slice you into pieces.

How were you supposed to just let Daniel care about you? Especially since he hasn’t made any effort to convince you to do so?

You wouldn’t let yourself get hurt again. You hadn’t always had claws. But after getting used and heartbroken by one too many careless men, you had decided to stop being soft. You couldn’t afford it anymore.

~~~

The sun had finished its journey across the sky, sending the landscape outside your window into a deep blue darkness. The warm lamp beside your bed kept the night at bay, and with the loss of the sunshine, your cat decided your lap was a more preferable place to sleep.

More soft knocks at your door.

“I’m not hungry, mama.”

The figure that appeared behind the opening door was much taller and broader than your mother.

Daniel looked out of place in your bedroom— too rugged for such a soft place.

You shot up, sitting against the headboard of the bed, your jaw slightly clenched. Daniel gave a timid wave. He stalled in the doorway, looking around your room with gentle eyes. His gaze roamed, catching on framed pictures, stuffed animals, and glow-in-the-dark stars somehow still stuck on the ceiling above your bed. Your cat chirped and hopped off your lap, purring as she wove between Daniel’s ankles.

He cleared his throat softly and spoke in a quiet voice. “How are you feeling?”

You swallowed, trying to find your voice after hardly speaking in a couple days. “I’m fine.”

There were countless unspoken words in the way he was looking at you. You waited for him to explain his behavior in the emergency room, why he hasn’t come to see you, why he was here now, why he could be so intimate with you and then pretend it never happened, why he never stopped teasing you—

“Are you?”

“What?” 

“Are you fine?” he said, clearing his throat again and looking down.

You stared at him, then your eyes fell to your fidgeting fingers, your tongue darting out to relieve your dry lips. You found yourself shaking your head. Your jaw was clenched tight.

He nodded, still standing awkwardly in the doorway. “Um. Is there… anything I can do?”

You couldn’t help it. You let out a bitter chuckle. How did he not know that all you wanted was to be held by him? Or maybe he did know, and this whole thing was just another cruel torment.

“Did my mom tell you to come up here?” Your eyes flicked back up to study his face. 

“What?”

“My mom. Did she tell you to check on me?”

He sighed, his head falling slightly. He took a deep breath, and released it as he spoke. His shoulders slumped as he gently, nervously tapped his fist on the doorknob.

“She, uhh… she suggested it, yeah.”

You nodded sharply, your suspicions confirmed. You ground your teeth. 

“You can go.”

Daniel’s head shot up, his eyes confused, bordering on pathetic.

“I said, you can go. You obviously don’t want to be here. You’ve checked me off your chore list, so you can go home now, Daniel.”

Your words came out sour, bursting off your tongue like scorching sparks. The anger within you was simmering, and it made your fragile head hurt. 

“You’re not a chore, Y/N.”

The softness of his voice gave you pause for just a moment, but you were growing tired of his extremes— you either got the caring gentleman or the quippy rogue. You just wanted the truth.

“I clearly am. Anything your boss tells you to take care of is a chore.”

“She didn’t force me to do anything, Y/N—“

“I don’t want you here.”

Daniel scoffed, his hand flying up in a gesture of frustration. His voice was raspy with quiet irritation.

“Alright. I’ll go.”

As he turned to leave, you raised your voice, and he stopped.

“Why didn’t you come to see me?”

He turned back around, one of his hands rubbing his forehead, as if he was the one with the concussion. His voice was sharp.

“I’m here now, and you just told me to leave. I feel like that’s a good enough explanation.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I thought you wouldn’t want me here!” He took a breath to compose himself, shrugging. “Turns out I was right.”

You ground your teeth. For the thousandth time, you found yourself at an impasse with Daniel. You two just stared at each other for a moment. More unspoken words were exchanged that neither of you wanted to give life to.

“Do you want me to go?” Daniel asked softly, his eyes darting up from the floor. His gaze almost looked vulnerable.

“No.”

He nodded. Daniel walked into your bedroom, stepping carefully, like the floor was made of porcelain. He sat softly on the edge of your bed, being mindful of his work jeans on your covers. He put his hand over yours, stilling your fidgeting fingers.

Your eyes met. The moment felt quiet. The tension had eased slightly now that he was touching you.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve been checking on you.”

“It’s alright. I… I should’ve made it more clear that I wanted you to check on me.”

“No, this is on me, heiress,” he said, chuckling lightly. “Don’t fight me on this. Let me take this one.”

You smiled in spite of yourself, your head dropping. One of his fingers touched your chin to make you face him. Your breath caught, your eyes wide. His touch trailed along your jaw, then he tucked your hair behind your ear, as if to see your face better. His hand settled gently on the back of your neck.

His eyes darted over your every feature, like he was drinking in your visage. You saw Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. He took a deep breath. 

He started to lean in, but stopped when you flinched a bit in surprise. His voice was desperate and raspy, laced with apology.

“Are you gonna fight me on this?”

You shook your head, bringing one of your hands up to where his shoulder met with his neck. “No.”

You leaned in the rest of the way and let your lips meet. As opposed to every other time you found yourself this close to Daniel, the energy now was peaceful. Your mouths moved in tandem, the usual fevered vigor replaced with tender softness. His hand on the back of your neck brought you close to him, his other hand on your quilt-covered thigh. You couldn’t help the feeling of hope that rose within you– the hope that maybe you’d share more kisses like this with Daniel, rather than always being nothing but fire and poison with him.

He pulled away after a minute or two— not because he wanted the kiss to end, but because he wanted to look at your face again. A soft smile graced his lips, and it spread up to his eyes, making them sparkle in the dim light. 

“My mom will kill you if she finds you up here kissing me,” you whispered with a blushing smile. 

“Then she’ll just have to kill me.”

He leaned back in for another quick kiss, and you giggled against your will. You felt lighter, barely noticing the night outside your window.

~~~

Susannah opened your bedroom door the next morning, carrying a little knowing smile rather than a breakfast plate. 

“How’d you sleep last night?”

You froze for a moment, hoping that Danny’s escape out your window last night after making out for hours and his subsequent climb down the trellis didn’t wake your mother. 

“Good. You?”

She still hasn’t lost her smirk. Your hope was fading.

“Someone has a little surprise for you.”

Your hope was suddenly back, and it was back in spades.

“What?” you asked, unable to keep the smile out of your voice.

Susannah came to your bedside, helping you out of bed. You decided not to push her supportive hand out from under your arm like you have done the past couple days. You let her accompany you down the stairs and out onto the front porch, the fresh air and the warmth on your skin feeling euphoric after being caged up.

Daniel stood at the bottom of the wooden porch steps, holding a picnic basket in one of his hands and a blanket over his arm.

He looked endearingly shy as he shrugged slightly and spoke.

“I figured you might want to spend some time outside.”

You heard him leave off “with me” from the end of that sentence.

Susannah took her hand off of you, letting you go to Daniel. You were surprised she was even allowing you to be outside; she kept saying that the sun in your eyes might hurt your head. But right now, the sunshine felt like a balm to your soul. Or maybe it was Daniel smiling at you.

You descended the few steps towards him, wobbling only once. Daniel reached out his free hand, offering you his help. You took it. 

Strawberry juice dripped down your chin. Daniel leaned forward and wiped it off with his thumb. He smirked as he brought the finger to his mouth, letting the sweetness spread over his tongue.

He had laid the blanket out in the back pasture, and Guinevere was grazing lazily nearby. You didn’t learn until later that Daniel had led her out earlier that morning so that you could be near her. A small gesture, but one that meant the world to you.

Daniel suddenly laid down on the blanket, pulling you on top of him. He was warm and solid, something wonderful to hold onto. 

He tucked your hair behind your ear and smiled up at you. 

Words of “what are we?” and “where do we go from here?” threatened to drip from the tip of your tongue and splash onto his cheerful face. But you held them back.

Right now, you didn’t care what the two of you were. Or what you might someday turn out to be, or not to be. All you knew was that this felt good. This felt good for you right now. And that was enough. 

Kisses like strawberry wine in the sunshine were enough.

***

TAGLIST:

@sunandthemoontwinflames @brujamagick @lightsofthe-living-gvf @hellowgoodbye @spark-my-nature @dem0litiondan @literal-dead-leaf @mama-likes72 @malany-gvf

interact with this post in any way to be added to my taglist!

i'd love to have a consistent taglist for my fics, so i decided to make a lil post! all you have to do to be added to my taglist is like, reblog, or comment on this post! this taglist won't change from series to series. so if you're on this taglist and want to be on my permanent taglist, just go drop a like on that post so i know that you want to stay! if you're just here for strawberry wine, i totally get it and i'm glad you were here and enjoyed :)

[frozenlight-gvf]

I really hope you continue Strawberry Wine! Part three was so lovely but I would LOVE to see that relationship bloom (and um…the smut. I would also love more barn Danny smut lol)

i would love to continue it someday!! but it will probably be a while before i write another part— i have lots of other fics that my brain is occupied with rn and there is currently no space for more strawberry wine lol.

but BELIEVE ME i want to write more barn danny smut. don’t you worry. it fulfilled a part of me i didn’t know existed and i need to write more.

so all hope is not lost! someday there will be more strawberry wine! and i hope you all will still be here when there is :)

thank you for the love!! <3

[frozenlight-gvf]

OK OK SORRY

STRAWBERRY WINE PART THREE COMING AT SOME POINT TOMORROW

i’m gonna be so real i didn’t realize that i hadn’t posted it yet it’s been done for like a month that’s my bad team

[frozenlight-gvf]

Post strawberry wine pt 2 RIGHT NEOW🙏🏼

AHH i promise it’s coming soon!! i should have it out in just a couple days! it makes me so happy that y’all are enjoying it, it’s been fun to write so far :))

in the meantime… i’d love to see what sorts of things y’all wanna see in this series! i have a general idea of where i’m taking it, but hit up my inbox with scenarios, scenes, predictions, etc! maybe i’ll be inspired 👀

also if anyone wants to maybe make a moodboard for the series i would love that sm!!

[frozenlight-gvf]

with summer Very Quickly Approaching (seriously how are we already halfway through april) i have a hankering to continue “strawberry wine”…

thoughts? feelings? questions? concerns?

…requests?