Daniel Wagner Imagines

Anger release

Word count: 5496

SMUT WARNING, BDSM

I was sitting on the couch reading a book waiting for Danny to get home from a recording session at the studio with the guys. He had been there for 8 hours already. He left at 9am this morning and it was now just after 4pm. I spent the day cleaning our house top to bottom because it needed it and now I was just having a glass of wine and reading.

He had been at the studios a lot lately with the guys because they were in the middle of recording for a new album. I didn't mind because it was what he loved doing, his passion for music was his life. His other passion in life was me. We got together before Greta was a thing, we had now been married for a little over a year and a half and our life was perfect.

I heard his car pull down the driveway and I got excited. I missed him and was hoping we'd get to spend time together tonight. He was always in such a good mood after recording sessions. I heard the car door open and then shut with a little more force than I was expecting. I then heard his footsteps coming up the stairs to our front door then the keys then the door swinging open.

I looked up from my book to greet him with a smile but I was shocked to see that he looked infuriated. "Baby?" I asked as he threw his keys down on the table next to the door and then kicked off his shoes. "Princess it was a really bad fucking day I just need a few minutes to decompress" he said storming off to the back of the house where his music room was. I heard the door slam shut and I flinched as the plates in the cabinets rattled.

I gave him a while and I could hear him playing his guitar before I decided to go check on him. I slowly opened the door to the music room and peered in, he was sitting with his back to the door and jamming out hard on the guitar. I walked over to him and gently placed my hand on his shoulder, "baby?" I asked slowly. His muscles tensed under my hand and he stopped playing then turned to me. "Hi I'm sorry it's just been such a hard day today" he said, placing his guitar back in its stand.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, looking down at him. His expression was hard and angry, his brows furrowed and his cheeks a light pink. I had never seen him this worked up after a studio session. He gently put his hand on my waist and sat me down in his lap holding me to him gently. "Yeah" he replied. "Talk to me honey what happened?" I asked, touching his cheek then pushing a strand of his long curly hair out of his face.

He took a deep breath, "the session started off great everything was going according to plan and on our last recording of the day we nailed it, it sounded incredible. We listened to the playback. It was so good, mamas oh my god we were so happy. The fucking software malfunctioned and deleted the entire days worth of work 8 Fucking hours down the drain! The guys and I were fuming, we got 3 songs fully recorded and ready to be sent for editing. All that work, GONE. That's not even all, Jake's guitar neck broke as he was putting it in his case no idea how that happened. Josh's tambourine lost a screw and he lost several of the little symbols on it and then as I was packing up my drum kit the stand fell over onto the head of my favorite fucking snare and punctured the head of the drum completely ripping it and denting the rim. The first snare I ever bought, the one I bring with me to every show!" He yelled angrily.

I felt horrible. I knew how much that snare meant to him; it was the first one he and his dad had ever bought together. He made so many custom modifications on it and it sounded so good. There wasn't another one on earth like that. "Baby I'm so sorry I know how much that snare meant to you." I said softly. I looked into his eyes and they were consumed with rage and sadness. "I'm just so mad, everything that could have gone wrong today went wrong and then more." He said.

"What can I do to help you feel better? Have you eaten? Do you want dinner?" I offered. His expression softened slightly, "starving actually" he said. "Ok I'll make dinner for you, relax and try and unwind" I said standing up from his lap. His hand locked around my wrist and pulled me down where he roughly kissed me. I whimpered against his lips quietly as a blush crept across my cheeks. "Love you" he said. "Love you too" I said as I left the room.