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aceviscontiswife · 1 year

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KEN YOU'RE MY DANNY JOHNSON QUEEN AND I MUST HAVE YOU WRITE ANGST FOR MY BOY .. but with comfort too .. im not that strong. CONSIDER THAT, danny and reader have kinda of an estabilished thing, but in a particular stressful trial day, danny doesn't want to talk to reader, he just wants the ol' killing spree, which makes him say some nasty stuff to reader when they try to approach, NOW, because of that, reader doesn't go meet him in the border again, and worse yet, they arent falling in any trials together, so hes like "WHAT DO I DO NOW?"

i know you're probably full of works now so please feel free to deny or take all the time you need with this request, you always come first! love ur blog ^_^

“I’m Sorry…” || Danny Johnson

Ahhhhh I had so much fun with this! I decided to write this mostly from Danny’s pov, and how he felt about the situation. So, just gonna say Danny is very much ooc, but it doesn’t matter because this was really sweet and Danny’s totally a softie under that mask.

GN! Reader, Warnings: None, angst with fluff at the end.

Well.. shit. Danny hadn’t meant to say that to you. You’re the first person in a very long time that Danny’s ever loved, so you should expect some mistakes…right? No. That wasn’t fair. Danny needed to apologize. Danny would never try to hurt you, and seeing you cry tears that he caused left him with a pain far worse than the entity’s punishments.

It all started because Danny was having some rough trials, and when you tried to comfort him he lashed out at you and said some terrible things. You never hurt him. In fact, you were trying to help him! Danny felt like such a fool. Here he was, a sadistic murderer, with such a perfect, innocent partner who loved him unconditionally—even if he was a killer.

“Hey, Danny… Are you alrigh-“ He never even let you finish your question before he shoved past you, not even bothering to face you as he yelled: “Don’t you have teammates to sandbag?! I don’t have time for this shit right now. You’re lucky I let you live.”

Danny didn’t even feel that guilty after he said it either. It wasn’t until he noticed you crying that he realized just what he had said. You helped your teammates whenever you could, it was Danny who wouldn’t chase or hook you. He wouldn’t even injure you. If a survivor dared to say anything bad about you, Danny had them dead within minutes. You must have felt so confused, so hurt when he snapped at you.

It wasn’t long after the trial that Danny found himself basically running to the survivor-killer border. If you were there, Danny would apologize so many times that he’d lose his voice. He’d even let you say whatever you wanted to him—though you probably wouldn’t say anything that Danny hasn’t already said to himself. If you weren’t there, he’d wait until a trial. Sure, Danny would suffer every second that he didn’t get to own up for what he said, but he felt like that was another punishment for his idiocy.

When Danny arrived at the border, he began calling out for you so frantically that if any of the other killers or survivors saw him they’d think he finally lost his mind. You weren’t at the border, and you never responded to any of Danny’s calls. Danny ripped his mask off in frustration and tossed it down onto the cold, hard ground. His eyes felt watery, and his lip quivered as he took in a shaky breath. Danny never cried, and he wasn’t going to now. This whole situation was his fault, and throwing a pity party would get him nowhere. So, hurling a few insults towards himself, Danny picks his mask up and slips it back on.

Each trial Danny had, he searched for you. You weren’t in a single one. For the first time in a long time, Danny was lost. What could he do if he couldn’t see you? He checked the border constantly, but each time you were never there. Danny was ready to ask random survivors about you, and if you were okay. That was his plan until his very next trial.

Danny’s eyes open, and he finds himself in snowy realm of Mount Ormond Resort. Immediately, Danny began to look for you. The image of you crying wouldn’t leave his head, and even when he did finally apologize, he’d still feel guilty for a while. No amount of sacrifices or murder-selfies can make Danny feel okay about what happened.

The first survivor he spotted was Meg, who was oblivious to Danny’s presence. Next he found Thalita and Adam, who had spotted Danny and ran. There was still no sign of you. Danny was hopeful this time, however. Ormond was your favorite realm, you loved the snow.

Danny had searched almost the entire map, and you were nowhere to be seen. He was now headed to the very corner of the map he had yet to check. Behind the mask, that constantly displayed the gaping mouth and eyes of a ghost, was a man who had never felt so nervous or afraid in his life. It was crazy how much you had changed him. Normally, Danny loved to make people cry. He loved to instill fear into people before ruthlessly killing them. But now, at least when it came to you, Danny couldn’t stand it.

As Danny approaches the edge of the realm, he can hear a generator being worked on. There was no way any of the survivors he’s already seen could get here in time to have the generator this far completed. So, with a deep breath, Danny turns the corner.

“Danny..?” It was you. Everything Danny had planned to say had been tossed out of the window as he threw his knife and mask to the ground and engulfed you in a tight hug. Despite how angry you wanted to be, you couldn’t help but melt into his arms and listen to him as he apologized over and over.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Y/n. I would never kill you. Ever. I’m so stupid for saying that and I-“ Danny pauses and takes in a shaky breath, burying his face in your neck. His voice now muffled, he continues, “You should be with someone who treats you better, who isn’t a fucking murderer.”

You nudge Danny off of you, taking his shaking hands in yours. You look up to meet his gaze, his eyes were glazed over, and despite how much he tried to hide it, you could tell he was close to tears. He felt horrible. A part of you had a feeling he would, since he practically melts whenever he’s around you, but seeing this side of Danny was still rare. He truly cared, and moments like these were when you knew. You could see the real Danny. The one who was terrified that you would never forgive him. The Danny who knew what he said was wrong, and is now doing whatever he can to make it right.

“Dan, while what you said was really asshole-ish of you, I’m not gonna hold a grudge for it. I never went to the border because every time I got close to it, the entity sent me back to the campfire. I can tell you really didn’t mean what you said. I don’t want anyone else, only you. I love you.”

Danny was speechless. You… forgive him? “Y/n, I promise I’ll never say anything like that to you ever again. I love you too, and I’m sorry I act like a dick all the time.” You chuckle, Danny’s brows scrunching as he stared at you with a confused look on his face.

“I said I forgive you, dummy. You sound like a broken record.” You joke, finally cracking a smile from Danny. “Seriously though, I couldn’t ask for anyone better than you, Danny Johnson.”

Danny doesn’t respond, instead, he cups your face in his gloved hands and kisses you. The kiss was passionate, and it painted Danny completely the opposite from how others perceived him. And, without even opening his mouth, Danny spoke to you through his actions. The hand cupping your face, the other hand threading through your hair… it told you everything:

“I love you too.”

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plentyoffandoms · 5 months

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daniel garcia x wheeler yuta x female reader??? threescome imagine???

De-stress

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Daniel Garcia Masterlist ♡ Wheeler Yuta Masterlist

Daniel Garcia x f/Reader x Wheeler Yuta

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Threesome. Double Penetration. Oral sex (m & f receiving) cum om face. Smut below the cut

Gifs and photos do not belong to me.

WC: 688

Paul - Wheeler Yuta

Summary: f/Reader is stressed about her singles match against Shida. Daniel and Yuta decide to help her relax in a different way.

WHEELER YUTA'S POV:

"Fuckin' hell Danny. You gotta taste her." I told him from my spot between her shaking thighs. I looked up to see that his head was thrown back, his hands woven in her hair as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth.

"Gotta feel her mouth, Paul. Shit, she has no gag reflex. Do you, sweet heart?" He proved this point by holding her head in one spot and shoving his cock all the way down her throat.

"Maybe another day. I like where I am, thank you." I said before I continued to eat her out. I can feel her soaking my face with her juices.

This went on for a bit until Danny pulled his cock out of her mouth, a string of saliva connecting to her mouth. "Fuck, almost made me cum."

"Want your cum Danny." She whimpered as she tried to pull him closer.

I pulled my mouth away from her pussy, making her yell at me.

"None of that." I slapped her thigh, making her quiet down. "We need to fuck her first, don't we Danny?"

"Yeah, we said we would help you relax before your match tomorrow." He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her with ease. I helped keep her steady as he gripped his cock with one hand and placed it at her entrance, before having her sink her pussy down, taking him fully inside od her.

"Oh my God." She moaned, her eyes fluttering as he bottomed out. I stood behind her, spreading her ass cheeks as wide as I could.

"Mmm, should I try to fit in beside him, or fuck this perfect ass?" I played with her ass cheeks as I waited for her to decide, but I became antsy.

I gripped the back of her neck and forced her to look at me as I leaned across her back. "Tell me which hole before I decide."

"Ass." She whimpered.

I lined myself up against her hole and slowly pushed in, my own eyes fluttering at how tight she was wrapped around me.

I bottomed out, not being able to get the last inch or so in her ass, but it didn't matter.

Danny started to move, being the inpatient man that he is, making her cry out his name. I wanted her to say my name, so I started to move.

Our two paces were very different, but we got her screaming our names. Her one arm flung over head, wrapped around my neck holding me in place as I fucked her ass. Her other arm is around Danny's neck.

We have lost count at how many times she has cum for us, but we are holding ourselves back, not wanting this to end.

"Paul." Danny groaned, letting me know he was close.

I quickly moved back, bringing her along with me, my cock still lodged in her ass, as her and I watched as Danny jerked himself off.

At the last minute, I pulled out of her and placed her on the ground in front of him, now jerking my own cock off, ready to cum all over her face.

She just sat there, a tired smile on her face as Danny came first. She closed her eyes and barely flinched when her face got covered by his cum.

I followed not long after, making sure to aim my cock at her mouth, so u could watch her mouth fill with my cum.

I closed my eyes and opened them just in time to watch her swallow the load that was in her mouth.

"Still feel stressed?" Danny asked as we watched in awe as she cleaned her face with her fingers, and sucking the cum off of them.

"Very much so. I think I need some more help with de-stressing." She sweetly said.

"I am sure we can help with that." I said to her, already picturing her in different positions.

"Maybe we can get Darius or one of the Tyler's to help?" Danny suggested.

"The more, the merrier." Was all I said, watching as he grabbed his phone.

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bladenotblaze · 4 months

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Long day -Danny Wagner

A/n: FIRST FIC?!?! FIRST FIC. Please I hope you enjoy it there are probably a lot of grammar mistakes so sorry.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Danny X reader

Warning: caring Danny, talk of being stressed, loving Danny, crying. I think that’s it ✨✨✨

Coming home from a long day was something you weren’t a stranger too, you often worked 10-18 hour days. School for 5 hours, tutoring some kids a few days a week for about 2 hours, then going to help out at your school theater department.

It was the end of November and The Madrigals, had decided (very last minute) that they needed a crew, specifically, a stage manager and about 5 or 6 people to open and close doors for entrance and exits. Today that had decided to promote you from lead student sound and visual to stage manager, and head reset.

“Can I get a crew check please” you said into the headset, you have never been this stressed out in your life. You were never a stage manager that’s always Maddies job but she couldn’t work the show and since you had years of experience you were next in line.

“Door 3 lily is ready”

“Door 2 Lexi is good”

“Light has the green light”

“This is crews places call. Places Crew.”

Until that point you were angry. Audrey who was on lights and Alex who was SUPPOSED to be at door 3 with Lilly, had been together all day. Doing a simple 1 person task that should take 5 minutes, into a 2 person task that takes them 15 minutes. 10 extra minutes that can’t be spared when we start the show in 20 minutes. They both liked eachother and while you supported them, you didn’t support the idea that they should be together 24/7 ignoring their responsibilities to talk. You had Alex to go to door 3 because the show was going to start.

“Alex I’m not asking I’m telling you to get out and get to you place. Like I told everyone else 5 minutes ago.” You said directly into the headset mic, staring daggers into Alex from across the room. Alex quickly got out and didn’t come back up till the end of the show.

But that was only todays problem, yesterdays problem consisted of you kicking someone out.

“You don’t know what your doing he-“

“Sage let Lexi do it she was here for rehearsal.”

Sage had decided to do crew, you had no fucking idea who they were. But they decided to NOT come to rehearsal, and only show up to the first real show.

“Lexi is to slow.” Sage had crossed the line, Lexi had been slow because they had limited body movement, that didn’t stop her from working hard and often didn’t need for their cues to be called but because they had them memorized.

“Sage get out, you don’t get to talk about my crew like that.” Sage looked shocked that you had said that and left.

You had finally made it home, unlocking the door, then walking in, before you could shut the door behind you, Danny had come up and engulfed you into a bear hug.

“I missed you, y/n so much.” He sat you down on the little bench that you guys had put there when you first moved in. Danny had taken off your shoes and taken your coat putting them away.

“Thank you” your voice came out broken, you hadn’t realized how physical exhausted you were from this week.

“Honey what’s wrong?” Danny had crouched in between your legs putting his hands on each side of your hip. The look he gave you was one full of concern and love. You had broken down a lot in the 2 years you were together but this one seemed different to Danny.

“I don’t wanna do this Danny.” It all came out of you, the tears streaming down your face. Danny quickly embraced you in a tight hug rubbing your back and shushing you. You’ve had trouble with expressing your emotions a lot, often times just not speaking and just wanting to be held and cuddled.

Danny had picked you up bridal style, carrying you to the bedroom. He got on the bed resting his back against the headboard and you on his lap with your head nuzzled in his neck.

“It’s okay love I’m here, ‘m not leaving” Danny hadn’t realized how tightly your hand was on his shirt until he looked down to see your knuckles had turned white. He gently lifted your chin up to see your bloodshot eyes and tear stained face. He light kissed your forehead, melting into his touch

“You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, but if you want and when or if you’re ready I will listen.” You let out another sob, Danny had always been the nicest human being ever, going out of his way to make others feel better. Much like when he remembered that you get overwhelmed in really loud and crowded areas, and when you had told him that you wanted to see him perform he made sure that you had headphones to reduce the sound, a private area in front of barricade, or on the side of the stage, had told Richard that if you wanted to leave that he would take you to his dressing room, where there was food and drinks. Danny was whole heartedly the person that you pictured yourself with till the day you die. Sometimes you cry just thinking about how beautiful, perfect, and talented he is, and that you get to call him you Boyfriend.

You had stopped crying and rested your head on Danny’s chest, still having a death grip on his shirt.

“I love you Danny.”

“I love you Y/n.”

Danny had put on a movie, neither one paying much attention. Falling asleep after only a few minutes.

Nothing will ever beat the feeling of falling asleep in Danny’s arms. Nothing.

#danny wagner #danny gvf #Danny Wagner fluff #greta van fleet #gvf #greta van fic #jake kiszka #sam kiszka #josh kiszka #danny x reader #starcatcher

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charliedawn · 1 year

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Ah I hope that's right now.

So..

I have so many ideas, it's hard to narrow it down.

But could you write the slashers with their nurse or a female S/O, when the slashers are having a real bad day? Like.. Something from their pasts comes up?

VISIT DAY FOR THE SLASHERS :

Jack never allowed anyone to visit him and he always found an excuse not to be present for visit day. Even though, his son was always there and asked multiple times to speak with him. You couldn't exactly force Jack to see his own son. However, you could help fate reunite them.

"Hello ?"

Jack was surprised when he heard a voice on the other side of his door. Everyone knew not to disturb him on family day. But, he didn't recognize the voice and finally shouted gruffly.

"Who's there ?"

There was a long silence before the stranger finally disclosed.

"It's Danny."

Jack froze.

Danny..He hadn't seen him since he had been found frozen in that cursed maze. He gulped and stood up, his hand itching to open the door..But, he hesitated.

He still remembered how he had treated him, how he had almost killed him..It was hard to let go, and even harder to face him. He laid his brow against the door and sighed.

"Go away.."

It was uttered so quietly, Danny almost didn't hear it, but when he tried to open the door, Jack held on to it and groaned.

"GO THE F*CK AWAY I SAID !"

The doorknob stopped moving and finally, Danny sighed before walking away. Jack closed his eyes and digged the tip of his nails in the palm of his hand. He had been a bad father to him, it wasn't right to try mend things now.

However, another knock quickly followed and Jack sighed. Who was it this time ? He didn't need to ask before you informed him.

"It's me, Mr. Torrance. It's nurse Y/N."

He opened the door and there you stood. He then looked left and right for any sign of Danny before pulling you in.

"HOW THE F*CK DID DANNY GET MY ROOM NUMBER, HUH ?! Isn't there supposed to be a 'patient confidentiality' for that sh*t ?"

Jack tended to curse a lot when he was stressed or frustrated and even though you didn't like it, you would allow it for now.

"I gave him your room number.", you admitted and Jack stopped dead in his tracks to look at you with his eyes blown wide in pure shock.

"You...gave my son my room number ?"

You knew you should have asked, but you were tired of seeing his son sitting in the family room all on his own every Sunday. He was really trying to talk to him, but Jack didn't seem ready to listen.

"Yes. He wanted to visit you.", you simply replied and Jack shook his head in disbelief.

"And it didn't occur to you that I didn't want to see him ?", he emphasized on the I by gesturing to himself quite dramatically, but you didn't let it faze you. You had already dealt with stubborn patients and were not ready to give up—especially since Jack had somehow become your favorite among the lively bunch of slashers.

You really wanted to help him.

"Why ?", you finally asked and Jack let out a humorless scoff.

"Oh..~I don't know. Maybe because the last time I talked to him, I tried to kill him ?", he recalled and plopped down next to you. He knew he shouldn't be angry at you..But, years had passed and he was afraid that if he let his son in, he would end up getting hurt. He had already messed up enough, didn't need to lengthen the list..

"You don't need to feel guilty. He forgave you, didn't he ?", you tried to comfort him, but Jack remained unresponsive to your efforts.

Danny had sent a letter to his father—multiples in fact—that Jack hadn't even opened. He had barely opened one and had immediately looked away. They had all ended up in the trash and you had picked them all up carefully—knowing he would want to keep them after all.

"It doesn't make me any less the same person. The voices didn't force me. I listened. Wendy even tried to warn me, begged me to get out, but I stayed. Stubborn prick, I was.", he confessed and covered his face with his hands. He didn't cry. It wasn't his type. Didn't mean he felt any less guilty.

You stayed with him and finally covered his hand with yours, giving it a light squeeze.

"Danny seemed very keen on making things right with you. Hear him out at least ?"

Jack bit down on his bottom lip—staring far ahead in deep thought. He knew you were right and he couldn't push him away forever..But, if didn't make things any easier.

"Fine..I guess I'll do that.", he finally capitulated and you smiled victoriously.

You then kissed his cheek.

"Wonderful. I'll go get him then."

He watched you go and sighed.

Him and his weakness for pretty women..

A few minutes later :

A knock was heard at the door and this time, Jack opened the door. He found a tall and handsome man standing there. It had been years, but there was still this unmistakable sparkle in his eyes that was all so Danny.

"Hi dad. You look...well ?", Danny said tentatively and Jack let out a scoff.

"Don't force yourself. You can say I look like sh*t." Danny offered him a weak smile and Jack suddenly found himself very mute—him who usually had always something to say...His eyes then landed on the clinical name tag still hanging from Danny's neck.

"So..You became a doctor, huh ? Shocking. Considering everything..", he acknowledged and Danny smiled before nodding.

"Yeah. I know."

There was another odd silence between the both of them. There was much Jack wanted to tell him. He just didn't have the words..He wanted to tell him he was sorry, that he had tried his best to be a good father to him, that there wasn't a day passing by where he didn't feel like absolute garbage for what he had done to him..

"Danny..I..", he started.

"I know, dad.", Danny cut him and smiled at him. "You don't need to say anything. I'm just glad you're fine now."

Jack seemed stunned for a moment before he smiled—not his usual condescending or smug smiled—but a genuine one.

"Heh..Thank god you took from your mother more than me."

Danny laughed before nodding in agreement.

"Yeah..Thank god for that.."

Michael Myers :

The first day Laurie Strode decided to visit Michael was a day the walls of St Louis will never forget. She barged in and sought out Michael with her eyes until they finally landed on him.

"HERE YOU ARE !"

She had a riffle in her right hand and even though the guards had tried to stop her, no one could stop Laurie Strode from doing anything.

You learned that very early in your career.

Laurie usually carried a weapon with her, but she never used it unless it was absolutely necessary and you knew that it was better safe than sorry with Michael.

However, it was the first time she had actually come to a family day. It was usually on other various occasions she came, to sign papers or answer questions on the patient. But, this time, she actually visited him.

Michael was stunned of course, as he hadn't seen her in a while. He assumed she was here for information, or even to end his life once and for all..But, she only sat down opposite him and started pouring herself a big glass of wine.

And even though Michael couldn't talk, the quizzical glance he gave her was enough to show his perplexity as to the reason of her presence. Laurie had never tried to reach out before and he was used to being alone in the family room on visit hours..Was she here to blame him ? To taunt him ? To..?

Laurie raised a finger, as if she could hear his thoughts running wild in his head. She then emptied her glass entirely before speaking.

"No. I'm not here to blame you, Michael. I'm here for the free wine, and also to tell you something important. So, you better hear me good, alright ?"

Michael was all ears. He had been since the moment she appeared at the door. She took a big breath and your eyes settled on her hands—fidgeting on her lap. She was nervous.

"I..forgive you.", she somehow slurred out and Michael's eyes widened. He hadn't expected it.

"Don't look at me like that. I know I sound insane. But, I'm serious. I forgive you, Michael."

Michael finally got his notebook out and wrote down one word.

Why ?

Laurie seemed undecisive for a moment before she sighed loudly and admitted.

"Because...I'm tired of all this. I'm tired of living in the past. I'm your sister and that I like it or not, we're family so..I wanna help you. That's all I'm saying."

Michael didn't know how to react and Laurie suddenly got up and extended her hand towards Michael.

"See you around, Michael.."

He stared at her outstretched hand before shaking it. Laurie gave him a weak smile and walked away. You took it as an opportunity to check on Michael.

"Are you okay ?", you asked with concern.

Michael didn't answer. He didn't move. He didn't even blink. He was still in shock when the last family member walked out.

He thought for a long time about what would happen if he was to be forgiven..It had never occurred to him that Laurie would be the one to make the first step. You sat down in front of him and held his hands. He suddenly seemed to snap out of it and looked up at you.

He then smiled underneath his mask and nodded.

Yes. Everything was fine. More than fine actually..You recognized the relief in his eyes and smiled back before stocking the back of his hand with your thumb.

"I'm happy for you."

Michael stared at your hands that seemed so small around his, not quite covering half of his open palms. He then brought your hands to his forehead and pressed them against the cold fabric of his mask. He hoped you would recognize it as a thank you gesture, and you did.

You smiled and nodded.

"It's okay, Michael. It's okay.."

Michael was a broken man, and it was high time someone told him that it was okay. He didn't need to be perfect. He didn't need to be normal..Because people cared for him. You cared for him. And you hoped he would always remember that..

Hannibal Jr. :

Will sat down in front of Hannibal Jr. and sighed. Once more, they found themselves in this situation. Hannibal Jr.—free as a bird—and him—on the wrong side of the tinted glass..It was almost ironic. He had only committed one crime and had almost died after doing it, while Hannibal Jr. had committed all sorts of atrocities. And yet, he was the one trapped in a cage.

"Hello, Will."

That voice. That damn voice..It was haunting his nights and even though it was sweet as honey, he knew better now..It was all vinegar.

"Why do you keep coming back ? You know I don't want to see you..", he finally said and Hannibal Jr.' eyes casted downwards. Will had filled all the paperwork for Hannibal Jr. not to be allowed near him. He had no authority over it. However, every time he came, Will was waiting for him..

"And yet, here we are.", he stated plainly and Will's eyes filled with tears.

"What do you want from me, Hannibal ? Redemption ?", he asked with a broken voice—tainted by years of unheard screaming and pain..

"Please..Don't insult me. I just thought you might...enjoy the company.", Hannibal Jr. replied and Will lowered his head, hiding his face from view. He had been humiliated, discarded, chewed and spit out by this beast of a man..And yet, it kept coming back. As if it hadn't taken enough out of him..

And now, he dared come in here and pretend he gave a toss about him..It hurt.

"Get out. Please.", he pleaded—his voice shaking with emotion—and even though he knew Hannibal Jr. had never obeyed him before, he hoped he would listen to him this time around. Hannibal Jr. opened his mouth to protest—but reconsidered. He hadn't meant to sound condescending, and he had only wished to visit an old friend—even if the feeling wasn't reciprocated.

"...I'll see you next week.", he finally said before turning around to leave..

When he returned home :

Hannibal Jr. sat down at the dinner table with a brooding expression—one you knew all too well.

"Did it go well ?" You asked—even though the look on his face gave it away—and Hannibal Jr. sighed.

"As expected I suppose..He doesn't want anything to do with me. Understandable since I wasn't able to do anything about his arrest.."

There was a time when you had been jealous of Will and his relationship with your husband..But, you had outgrown it now and all you felt now was pity for Will that had to go through it all..You also wanted your husband to find peace and knew he would only find it once he would get his hands on what he's been looking for during all those visits to his old friend.

You sat down next to him and even though he didn't turn towards you, he didn't protest when you proceeded to take off his coat and laid it aside. You then reached for his throat and sought his pulse with your thumb, slowly stroking it tenderly..

"I may never have met this Will. But, I know you. And I know you will find what you are looking for, as you found me."

Hannibal Jr. smiled at the memory..He had never cared about anyone but Will before and you had been a breath of fresh air in his suffocating life. Hannibal Jr. had been overwhelmed by his father, his father's adopted children and most importantly: Will.

There was no surprise there when he had first mentioned Will to you, nor their singular relationship. You knew Hannibal Jr. must have past lovers. You weren't blind to the fact that he was handsome. But, you husband had always set Will aside from his others..The pang you felt in your chest must have shown as Hannibal Jr. chuckled and cupped your face for you to look at him in the eyes.

"Do not worry, my love..Nothing will take me away from you. Will does have a piece of my heart, but you have all the rest and more. My soul belongs to you. No one else."

He then smiled and kissed your brow tenderly. You melted under the heartwarming gesture and you smiled back.

If Hannibal Jr. said he belonged to you, then you could only believe him.

Freddy Krueger :

"I just want to know..Do you even feel guilty ? For what you did to me ?", Nancy asked and Freddy scoffed disdainfully.

"Do you ? Pretty little liar that you are..", he muttered and Nancy frowned. The only reason she was here today was because you had assured her that he changed. But, so far, she had only witnessed Freddy being Freddy. And if it wasn't for the reinforced glass separating the both of them, she would have ran away..

"You killed them.", she accused him and Freddy dared scoff—as if it didn't matter, as if none of it did..

"They killed me first. I call that payback.", he refuted and Nancy's hands balled into fists.

"...You really feel no shame ?", she attempted and Freddy remained silent for a moment. He seemed to ponder on the question. Did he regret killing the brats ? Nah..They got what they deserved..He never forgave their betrayal. And he knew that if he could, he would do it all over again..But, he wouldn't miss little Nancy this time around.

He leaned forward so the girl may cower in fear before his burnt flesh and crimson eyes.

"You know what hurts the most, little Nancy ? You used to be my favorite..You betrayed me. You rat me out to your mama and killed me. You said I was a monster, so I became one. For you. So, am I up to your expectations, little girl ?"

Nancy took a step back at the fire in his eye and Freddy threw his head back with laughter. He then took off his hat and bowed mockingly.

"I'm your faithful creature, FrankenNancy. Without you, I wouldn't exist."

Nancy's lower lip trembled as her eyes filled with tears at the accusation. She had never meant to lie..Her parents had coaxed her into testifying and she had been too young to refuse. But, she was now facing the consequences of that mistake.

"I'm sorry.."

Freddy's eyes widened in surprise as she muttered those words—her eyes hidden from sight by her long bangs. She had tried so many times to apologize, to make things right..But, it had never seemed to work. Freddy never accepted her apologies. But, she still hoped he would one day.

"~Oh little Nancy..Pretty and so very naive..Haven't you learned your lesson yet ? Ol' Freddy never wanted apologies from you..Only vengeance."

She expected it, but it still frustrated her. She had tried so many times to gain his forgiveness. What else could she do ?

"Isn't there anything I can do that will make you stop chasing me, Freddy ? We used to be friends, weren't we ?"

Freddy stared far ahead, he genuinely tried to find an answer..one that would make everything right and would tame his fire. He wanted peace, as much as the next guy..But, he had to stay real. Only one answer was possible.

"No. There's nothing we can do. It's too late, Nancy. It's too late for us both.", he responded truthfully. Nancy remained unmoving for a moment before shaking her head. She refused. She refused to give up. If he didn't want to help her ? Fine. She would find another way to survive. She then stood up and left wordlessly.

She didn't even glance at you on her way out.

You entered after she left with your arms folded over your chest and your lips pinched into a thin line. You were disappointed.

"She's trying, Freddy..", you tried to soften him up a bit, but to no avail. Freddy wasn't in the mood, and he was tired of lying to you. There was another reason he couldn't accept Nancy's apology, one that was entirely his.

"...I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I hadn't killed those kids ? Or, they hadn't killed me ? I wonder what my life would have become..And truth is ? I don't think it would've changed a thing. I'm never gonna accept her apology, because she ain't the whole reason I turned out the way I did. She unleashed the fire, but I was already rotten."

He idly lolled his head to look at you and gave you a humorless grin.

"What if I told you the only reason I refuse to forgive her is because I am a petty asshat who simply wishes for her to suffer the same way I did ?"

You sighed and sat down on the chair where Nancy was a few minutes ago.

"...I'd say nobody likes a sore loser."

He laughed. Freddy didn't know why. He was the winner, wasn't he ? He had killed all the other brats, he had survived, he would live long after Nancy and no matter how she died, he would come out on top...But then, why did he feel so bad ? It wasn't his fault. He was born this way. He hadn't asked to be born a reject and even less to become a monster.

"Tell me, nurse..Answer me this. Who would come to visit me if I said yes ? What if I told you that I don't want to forgive her because I am scared to be alone ? Because Nancy is the only one left to f*cking remember me. The real me. What then ? Would you judge me ? Call me a selfish bastard ?"

You didn't answer and Freddy huffed a bitter laugh. Yeah..Figures. No one expected Freddy Krueger to be lonely. It was pathetic when you thought about it, to cling onto the past because he knew he had no future..

But, he didn't expect it when he heard the door of his cell open and looked up to see you standing there. No protection. No weapon. Nothing..You then crouched down next to him and smiled.

"I'd say there's no way you're getting rid of me, Krueger."

You then hugged him and Freddy stayed stunned for a few seconds before returning your hug tentatively—grasping the fabric of your shirt tightly and inhaling deeply.

He couldn't recall the last time someone hugged him..Maybe, never. It was such an odd feeling..

"If you tell a soul outside of this room that we hugged. I'll kill ya.", he threatened half-heartedly and you laughed.

"Sure. Whatever you say.."

Penny :

You had tried to contact the loser club multiple times, but none of them had reached back to you..You thought it was a lost cause and were starting to give up when something unexpected happened.

One of them finally called you back.

Beverly Marsh.

She accepted to come and even though she was clearly hesitant at first, the desire to finally turn the page was stronger..

She would see it one last time. If only to be sure he would never be able to hurt her ever again..

At the meeting :

You greeted her at the entrance and guided her to Penny's cell. It was dimly lit and Beverly felt the knot in her throat tighten the closer she got to Penny.

Penny smelled her before his eyes met hers.

A blood-curdling smile crept on his features and Beverly couldn't help but shiver at the sight.

"Do you remember me ?", Beverly asked and Penny giggled darkly.

"I could never forget about you..~Bevvy."

Of course. Of course it would call her that.

"Do you regret ?", she asked—even though she already knew the answer. She had come here to prove a point, and she knew it was unlikely she would be proven wrong.

"What is regret ?", Penny tilted his head—as if he truly didn't have a notion of what she was referring to.

"...Do you feel bad about what you did ? To us ?", she clarified and Penny giggled. However, his giggle soon turned into a dark scowl.

"The only thing I "regret"..is letting you live as long as I did. I should have gotten rid of you all from the start.", he claimed and Beverly shook her head. She should have known...

"...That's what I thought. You're still the same monster.", she declared and stood up to leave—but what Penny said next made her stop dead in her tracks.

"Say hi to Ben and the kids for me, will you ?"

Beverly slowly turned towards him and one single tear rolled down her right cheek. How did it know ? Penny seemed to relish in her dumbfounded and horrified expression. He leaned forward and his smile took unrestricted proportions as it threatened to split his face in two.

"Come on, Bevvy..Don't look so surprised. I was the reason you two met. Besides, you kinda betrayed yourself...I wonder if your children will taste as good as you two ?"

You—who had witnessed the whole conservation from one of the monitors in Penny's cell—rushed inside.

"PENNY ! THAT'S ENOUGH !"

But, it was too late.

"YOU STAY AWAY FROM MY FAMILY !", Beverly screamed and grabbed the bars of his cell to keep yelling at him, but the guards suddenly came in and dragged her away. "I HATE YOU ! DO YOU HEAR ME ?! I HATE YOU !"

Penny's dark giggle echoed around the room and even though you had stopped fearing him a long time ago, it didn't mean you were oblivious to the amount of pain he had inflicted to other over the years..But, you thought he would at least try to make it right.

It showed he wasn't ready to make amends, and you couldn't help but feel disappointed as you thought Penny would have at least understood his wrongdoings..

When you found Beverly, she was about to leave the premises and you tried to stop her.

"Please. I swear that he has changed. Just stay and you will see..", you started—but Beverly interrupted you.

"I've seen plenty already. It will never change."

She then left without a second glance to the building..nor a thought for the creature trapped inside. She hopped he would rot in there until the end of her days and more..

You sighed and returned to Penny's cell.

You needed to talk.

"Was it really necessary ?", you asked and Penny didn't pretend not to know what you were referring to.

"Yes.." He growled out—his eyes flashing yellow for a moment. "...They made a fool of me. They dared defy me and attempt to kill me..I'll eat them all."

Of course you didn't agree with the Losers' club actions, but it didn't mean you sided with Penny either on this one.

"Beverly made the effort to come. She was the only one. Your only ticket out of here.."

You gestured vaguely to the cage he was trapped in and Penny rolled his eyes like a petulant child. He didn't speak for a moment and you thought that was the end of that—but he surprised you with asking.

"...Does it really make me a monster ? That I can't feel regret ?" Penny seemed genuinely curious and you sighed. It wasn't an easy question.

"...I don't know.", you answered truthfully. You weren't about to tell him that it was normal. You had read Beverly's file and the poor girl had suffered enough for multiple lifetimes. And she had never deserved any of it. But, you couldn't tell Penny that.

"...You think me unfair.", he guessed.

It wasn't a question this time and you stayed silent. Penny sighed and leaned back against the cold surface of one of his cell's walls.

"Do you know why I chose them ? My victims ?"

You waited for him to explain, which he eventually did.

"Because they were all so unhappy..Their misery compelled me. Even now..Beverly's misery is still present. I can feel it. I could have given them all what they wanted."

"...By eating them ?", you asked skeptically and Penny seemed so serious all of a sudden. He shook his head and he closed his eyes—the memories of all his past victims coming back to him.

"...No one is unhappy when I reap them. They stay with me. And they live in constant bliss after living in fear for so long.."

Your eyes widened slightly. You had never thought of it that way..Penny really didn't think any of this was wrong. He didn't feel regret, because he really thought he was doing them a favor.

"Penny..What do the children tell you ? When you've 'reaped' them ?"

You knew their souls remained with him somehow, but Penny never really talked about it. He looked at you and shrugged.

"I don't know. I've stopped listening."

He was lying.

You knew as much by the way he was evading your eyes and seemed less confident than usual.

Truth was..Penny was hearing their screams. They screamed so loud, it could sometimes drive him insane. He did offer them a blissful life in his lights, but some of them refused it and their cries were so loud, he sometimes had to use all of his power to tune them out..

You didn't push your investigation further and sighed before resting your palm flat against the gate separating the both of you.

"I haven't given up on you, Penny.."

Penny closed his eyes and smiled to himself. It was funny..You seemed to be the only one.

When the door shut behind you, Penny felt a beat in his chest. It wasn't strong, it was even rather weak. But, it was there.

In the darkness of his cell, away from everyone and everything, Penny closed his eyes and started humming. A song of love and passion. A poem about first love and fiery auburn hair..

Your hair is winter fire.

January embers,

My heart burns there too...

He didn't know what those words meant, but Penny kept humming. He then smiled and when his eyes opened again, his pupils glowed a soft orange and contrasted with the surrounding night.

"My heart burns there...too."

#jack torrance x reader #fandoms #imagine #fanfic #pennywise 2017 #pennywise x reader #slashers #michael myers x reader #freddy krueger x reader #hannibal jr #hannibal x reader

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xgoddessoffandomsx · 5 months

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Serenity

Summary: Ethan invites Danny to dinner and Jackson has a proper full on bisexual panic.

@swifteforeverandalways @atiny-angel @axelwolf8109 @greek-freak101 @wendysbrassknuckles

Warnings: None! Shirt and sweet and absolutely no animosity!!!

Various chaos noises of pots and pans sounded from the kitchen, Jackson using his tail to catch the more breakable things.

"Babe, calm down, it's just a dinner" Ethan said. Jackson spun around, pointing a wooden spoon threateningly at his boyfriend.

"With your ex boyfriend who happens to be my ex best friend who I haven't seen physically in four years!!!!"

Jackson threw everything in the air, yelling and grabbing a cookbook flipping through it. Ethan was half tempted to call Lydia and ask how she handled double dates with Jackson and Allison and Scott.

"He'll just be on edge the entire time and it's gonna be so awkward!" Jackson cried.

Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

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Jackson fretted over everything in their apartment, muttering to himself and using his tail as a stress ball basically.

"You're being dramatic" The doorbell rang. Jackson squeaked and hid his tail away.

Ethan kissed his head and opened it. Danny was grinning and holding a bottle of vodka. "My boys!"

He hugged Jackson and then Ethan. "To be honest Jackson, I never thought you'd figure it out" He laughed, heading in.

"This is him on edge?" Ethan teased, Jackson looked absolutely confused.

Danny and Jackson eventually fell back into their old ways, actually like they'd never lost contact.

Ethan smiled at them, happy that it wasn't awkward and Jackson wasn't two seconds away from crying anymore.

Eventually the food was finished and Danny was ready to leave. "I wanted to come here tonight to just say something, Jackson. I figured out about the supernatural shit in Beacon Hills, so I put two and two together about you being a kanima-"

"Kanima werewolf actually" Jackson scratched the back of his head. "Only you" Danny laughed.

"Also, I just wanted to say how happy I am for you guys, it's all I want. For you both to be able to happy with each other"

Ethan hugged Danny close, while there was absolutely zero of their romantic history in the hug, it still felt loving.

Jackson hugged him next, a genuine hug they'd never had before. "I love you man"

"Then stay in contact with me this time" Danny handed him a note with his number and left.

"That was painless" Jackson grinned. Ethan kissed his head, resisting the urge to give the biggest "I told you so" ever

#my writing #jethan #ethan steiner #jackson whittemore #danny mahealani #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction

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earthbaby-angelboy · 4 months

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The vibes Vince Everett, Danny Fisher, and Clint Reno and give as littles

Vince Everett (Jailhouse Rock, 1957):

Let's get this squared away: Vince's regression is rough. Because of this, some of his more negative habits come out to play. How often he slips is determined by how much stress he is under, and he began regressing after he got out of jail to deal with the things he saw and experienced while he was there. He usually holds off regressing and bottles up all his emotions until he drops hard. He regresses through a broad range of ages, anywhere from 3 to 9 (most often around 7.)

He becomes bratty and defiant, trying to break any rules you may have put in place for the sheer joy of seeing how far he can take it. Then, he throws a complete fit when you punish him. Speaking of which, this little boy needs RULES, and strict ones at that. He also needs a routine to provide him with some consistency. He believes that acting out is the only way to get attention, so you quickly need to teach him that it's not okay to behave like that, and all he needs to do to get attention is to ask. He needs a caregiver that has the patience of a saint, because when he's throwing a tantrum, he'll get in your face and shove you around as a way of provoking you to hit him. Sometimes, he'll actually slap you just to get a reaction. You definitely have to remain calm and even-keeled, but also teach him that it is never okay to hit people.

This kiddo chews on his nails and sucks his thumb all the time, and it makes you worry about all the germs going in his mouth. No matter how hard you try, you can't get him to use a pacifier. It drives you INSANE. As a way of compromise, you buy him a chewy necklace, which he always forgets he has. It's definitely not an easy job to be his carer, but it's so worth it for the little bit of relief it provides him.

Danny Fisher (King Creole, 1958):

Danny found himself regressing a few days after his mother died. He didn't know what it was or why it was happening, and quite frankly, it scared the crap out of him. In all honesty, I don't think he'd be comfortable with having a caregiver who wasn't a family member. So, Mimi often takes care of him. She's extremely confused about it; all she knows is that her brother sometimes acts like a kid and gets really clingy. He's very closed off about his regression, and if Mimi mentions it while he's big, he immediately shuts her down and changes the topic. She knows he's not hurting anyone (and that he's been through hell), so she chooses not to further question him and goes along with it.

He regresses into babyspace, and can usually tell before it happens. Before he fully drops, he tells Mimi his head is "getting fuzzy.” So, she prepares a safe area for him and gathers some items he likes to have with him when little. A teddy bear his mother gave him, a blanket from when he was a kid and a pacifier from when he was a baby are the only “little items” he has. He likes when Mimi reads him the books his mother used to read to them as kids. Sometimes, he finds himself crying softly because of how much he misses his mother, and Mimi is right there to comfort him. When little, he often forgets who his sister actually is, and ends up calling her "mama." She doesn't mind; whatever helps him, helps him.

When he's not crying or being read to, he likes to have dance parties with Mimi! They'll put on a record of some kid-friendly songs, and they have a little jam session.

Clint Reno (Love Me Tender, 1956):

He regresses out of anxiety, and it's the only thing that keeps him from going headfirst into neurosis while his brothers are in the Army. He is very playful and energetic when little, but also becomes extremely defensive and more protective of his siblings than when he is big. (I didn't think that was possible, but here we are.) He is quite reckless when it comes to his own safety, but if someone threatens his brothers, he's squaring up and ready to fight. Although he's filled with feral energy, if unprovoked, he's very well behaved. He doesn't throw tantrums, and is a very respectful boy (doesn't matter if you're younger than him, he says "sir" and "ma'am" to EVERYONE.) He doesn't really have a definite age that he regresses to: he's just a kiddo!

He has no problem regressing in front of Vance, Brett and Rey, and is very nonchalant about it. They absolutely freak out the first time this happens and they think he's lost his sanity. When he goes back to being big, they have an intense interrogation session with him, and he explains that sometimes he just feels a little different! After the shock wears off, they melt because for once, their kid brother is allowing himself to be...well, a kid.

He is definitely a gentle giant in the sense that he actually forgets that he isn't physically small. Sometimes, he'll flop on top of Vance and almost crush him. Vance literally does not care, because if Clint is happy, he's happy. I don't think his brothers would treat him differently when he's regressed than they would if he was big; if anything, they just speak in more gentle voices and tone down the rough-housing. He loves playing outside, especially in mud and dirt! He takes a bath every night because somehow or another, he always ends up outdoors.

He's very clumsy, and has A TON of bruises on his knees and elbows. He's more than likely to be wearing at least one bandaid, and his brothers have a first aid kit with them at all times. When he falls, he thinks absolutely nothing of it; he gets right back up and continues playing!

(A/N: i originally wanted to make this with all of the ECU littles, but i haven’t watched all of elvis’ movies yet. with that being said, i’ll most likely divvy this into a few parts, and continuously post as i watch them!)

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ageofbajabule · 1 year

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Ugly Christmas Sweater

Danny x F! Reader

Photo creds to my lovely friend Brooke

Warnings: Just some very much tooth rotting fluff!! <3

Summary: Danny and yourself were hosting your annual Christmas party. And Danny felt like making it an even more special occasion for the two of you.

Masterlist: 🤍

Auhtor's Note: Danny girls you are going to love this fic so so much!! You might even cry... But I do hope you enjoy it and as always if you have any ideas you would like to share. Please feel free to do so! <3

Danny and you were hosting your annual ugly Christmas sweater party. You had been stressing the past week making sure everything was perfect. Between the games, food, drinks and decorations. “Baby, it’s going to be amazing!” Danny rubbed your back softly, “What if they don’t like the activities, or the food? What if it blows?” You looked up at him, biting your thumb. He pulled your thumb away cupping your face in his hands, “They are going to love it. Stop worrying. I don’t like it when you’re upset.” He kissed your lips softly, “C’mon let’s finish getting ready before everyone shows up.”

After your conversation you ran upstairs to take a shower, Danny had already gotten one and was in the process of doing his hair while you showered. You stood under the warm water humming a christmas song to yourself, with Danny chiming in along with you, “Baby you should curl your hair, you always look beautiful with it curled.” You smiled to yourself, “Okay Danny.” He was already out of the bathroom by the time you finished showering. You dried off and put your bath robe on, blow drying your hair and curling it after. You did some light glam makeup for the party, and walked out of the bathroom to see Danny had your outfit laid out on the bed for you already.

You put your undergarments on, and stepped into your leggings then slipped your sweater over your head. This year Danny and you decided to have matching sweaters that you handmade yourselves. They were red with green and white designs on them. Normally you wore your Harry Potter ugly sweaters but decided it would be best to match this year. “Danny, can you help me put this necklace on?” You heard him walking into the room grabbing the necklace from your hands, “Hold your hair up for me please?” You did so as he brought his hands to the front of you bringing the necklace to lay on your chest, he clicked the latch. He kissed your neck softly before letting you put your hair back down, “Thank you.” You blushed turning around giving him a soft kiss. He kissed you back, “Of course my love.”

It was around 6 o’clock now. The guests were arriving, Sam being the first one there with the tequila and mixers and Rosie of course! “Sammy!” You smiled hugging him, after you broke free he went to hug Daniel. “It’s so nice to see you guys! Hope you’ve been well!” Sam set his stuff down and let Rosie off her lease. Then Jake and Jita came in after, Jita immediately ran to you. You gals have been best friends ever since you first met, and hung out together when you weren’t on tour with the guys. “Jita!” You screamed practically hugging her tightly, she hugged back. “I’ve missed you! How’s Daniel treating you?” She giggled softly, “Very well! How are you and Jake?” You smiled and Jake walked up behind Jita, “We are wonderful.” He replied hugging you both tightly, “Jesus Jake you’re gonna crush us.” You laughed softly, “Hey man save some room for me?” Danny ran over joining the group hug, “Guys, seriously. I. Need. Air.” You giggled as they departed from one another, “Sorry.”

Jita helped you set up the snacks and drinks around the kitchen, a moment later you heard Josh barge into the house. “Sorry folks, traffic was a bitch.” Josh had come in covered in snow, “I’m assuming people forgot how to drive when it snows?” You laughed with everyone else, “It seems so.” Danny called everyone to eat, considering the buffet of food was set up. “Please help yourselves and make yourselves at home!” Everyone ran to the kitchen getting their fixings of food, and drinks.

Around 7 everyone was finished eating and finally had a few drinks in. Then the party games started, “Y/N that was an amazing dinner you had set up.” Jake complimented the food, “Thank you! Danny was a big help too, I couldn’t have done any of this without him.” You smiled, then Danny came out with the gift ball. It had different kinds of gifts, candy and money all wrapped over and over again in plastic wrap. Everyone sat in a circle on the floor, and you handed a pair of dice to Sam, you had to roll a double for the ball to be passed onto the next person to unravel the wrap and receive prizes. Of course Sam started rolling the dice not to get any doubles for a bit, while Danny had already rolled three layers off getting two gifts cards and some candy. Then Sam finally got a double, ripping the ball from Danny’s hands, unraveling it as fast as he could. Josh got a double immediately after taking the ball from him Sam only got some candy while Josh received $50, the game went on for about 15 minutes. Leaving Jita and yourself with the most gifts. “I have $10 and some candy!” Sam looked up from his pile, “I only got candy!” Jake exclaimed to him, “Guys! It’s just a game! Relax.” Danny butted into their argument.

“Who wants some hot chocolate and cookies?” You sat up, everyone cheered and nodded in agreement to receiving that treat. “Okay, I’ll be out then.” You smiled, starting to walk away, “I’ll help!” Jita sat up running over to help you in the kitchen. “So! You and Danny…” She smiled, grabbing the mugs from the cabinets. “Yeah… it’s great. Can’t believe we’ve been together for about three years, going on four.” You blushed to yourself, things with Danny were amazing. He always treated you like a princess and made sure you were always happy. He put you first. “Do you think he’ll pop the question some day?” Jita smiled at you getting the other ingredients from the cabinets helping you make the hot chocolate. “I’m sure one day he will, I’m sure when he feels it is right he’ll ask…” You smiled, “Besides you and Jake! When is he gonna pop the question…” You both giggled, “Yeah not sure when that is happening either. But I’m ready when he is.”

Once the hot chocolate was finished being brewed you poured it all into the mugs, as Jita put whipped cream and chocolate shavings on top, along with marshmallows. You put it all onto a serving tray along with the cookies. “Thank you for your help.” You hugged her before picking up the tray. “Of course.” She smiled following behind you, once you got to the living area you set the trays down on the coffee table. Allowing the guys to take their share of the goodies, then you and Jita grab yours before sitting down. Danny wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you close to him. “You did amazing, baby.” He kissed the top of your head softly. You smiled nuzzling into his side. For the next hour you guys talked about memories from growing up with one another, and about the countless Ski trips you all took.

“Did I ever tell you guys the story of how I asked Y/N out?” Danny smiled at you standing in front of the fireplace. You raised an eyebrow at him, not knowing where this was going. But no one ever knew the real story so of course Danny went on. “You guys remember when I said I had to go on a Skiing trip with my cousins? Well that was a lie.” Sam looked at Danny, “Then where the fuck were you! We were gonna go to the cabin that weekend with you.” Danny smiled, “I actually asked Y/N if she would come with me. And she agreed. We actually went out snowboarding, and Y/N had only been out a couple of times. But she kicked ass, and the way she just helped the other kids there learning blew me away. However, we got snowed in and had to stay an extra two days longer…” You started to giggle remembering how Danny freaked out when you guys were there.

“But then I took it as an opportunity to get to know her more without you guys bugging me. I knew I liked her, I just wasn’t sure on how to bring it up. And well, we decided to make some snowmen and snow angels and I figured that was when I needed to tell her how I felt. And I’m glad I did, because I wouldn’t be where I am today without her.” He smiled at you, you started to feel your eyes water. “Come here…” He motioned for you to join him in front of the fireplace, he kissed your cheek softly. Then grabbed your hands holding them, “Y/N I love you. I love you so, so much. And I’m so grateful to have you in my life, as well as the guys. But I really wouldn’t know what to do with myself without you.” Then he got down on one knee in front of you. “Danny…” You looked down at him feeling the tears fall, “Y/N will you do me the honor and make me the happiest guy in the world, and marry me?” He had the box out with the ring shining. It was simple but elegant. Silver ring with an oval cut stone. “Yes! A million times yes Danny!” You smiled as he stood up placing the ring on your finger kissing you softly. You kissed him back, wrapping your arms around him.

Everyone was cheering, Josh was crying happy tears and Sam was popping out the champagne. “Congratulations to you two!” He started pouring it into the glasses, handing them out to everyone. Jita and Jake were congratulating you both hugging you. Then Sam stood up tapping his glass, “A toast to the newly engaged couple. I just want to say, I’m so happy that you two have one another… And Y/N you make Danny so happy, and that’s all I want for my best friend. So thank you. But more importantly congratulations to the both of you. I know you guys will have many many years of love.” Everyone raised their glasses toasting to that. Everyone drank their glass and you and Danny shared another kiss. “Thank you Danny… For loving me…” You smiled at him, “No. Thank you for loving me and being with me. I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He kissed your forehead.

“Alright! Let’s get to playing some more Christmas games! This is a Christmas party after all!” You yelled, smiling as everyone gathered for the next game, Danny smiled watching you set everything up. This was your forever you had been waiting for, sitting in front of your eyes. You found your true happiness.

#danny gvf #danny greta van fleet #danny wagner x reader #danny x reader #danny wagner fluff #danny wagner gvf #greta van fleet #gvf #daniel wagner #gvf fic #danny wagner fic

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danpuff-ao3 · 1 year

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Embroidery Commission

I was going to do a longer introduction but really I can't tease the people like that. That would be quite rude of me!

This, my friends, is the gorgeous embroidery hoop I commissioned from @onbeinganangel!!!!

Okay you have the goods now, read ahead if you're ready for Danni babbling.

Yesterday morning, I got an email from our apartment's Amazon hub that I had a package ready for pickup. And since I knew exactly what it was, I was annoyed (cuz it's early and I'm at work and I have to wait) and excited (cuz MY HOOP!!!!!)

After work, I rushed home, ran to the hub, grabbed my treasure, and pranced back to my apartment. You know, carefully. I wasn't sure how delicate I needed to be and I was risking this hoop for nothing!

Above pictures is what I found inside the box. My hoop carefully and beautifully wrapped in tissue, and a sweet note!

And if you know me at all, you'll know I was too excited to rip right into it. I don't know if anyone else deals with this, but my excitement levels get so high I just don't know what to do with myself! Have to smile and shriek and dance a bit. Shake out all those nerves! Breathe a bit (because oxygen is important.) (That's what I'm told anyway.)

Once I had my wits about me, I very carefully peeled back the tissue and beheld my beautiful hoop!

And started crying, of course.

(If you know me at all, that won't surprise you, either.) (Overactive tear ducts, I swear to Merlin.) (Or maybe that's just me being overemotional...either way 🤷‍♀️)

It was in early November that I reached out to Mari. She had posted about making sure she could get commissions done in time for Christmas, and while I didn't need anything by Christmas, it did prompt me to think "hey...maybe I could commission something!"

If you've not seen Mari's embroidery, you should definitely check it all out! (Conveniently: click here.) Her work is gorgeous, and it's extra special to have another craft used for fandom purposes! Fan writing? Great! Fan art? Great! Fic binding? Oh cool! Fan embroidery???? Oh god I'm in love. (Also Mari writes, so here's her AO3.) (We have to stan a multi-talented queen.)

I was a wee bit nervous, because I've always been hesitant to ask about commissions from people who I don't know are okay with Snarry. My OTP is so controversial to others, but so beloved to me, and so I rarely reach out, but...I don't know. I couldn't help it! It seemed like too cool an opportunity to not try for, and Mari seemed so sweet so I figured if she let me down, she'd do so gently!

...because obviously I'm going to commission Snarry things. Much as I love other ships, if I'm spending my hard earned money, it's going to be Snarry. 😍

As you can see: it was not a problem!

What I most wanted was a piece for my pride and joy, Contempt. I wiffle-waffled a bit. I thought Orange Blossoms might have better imagery for embroidery, but I already had a fanart done for Orange Blossoms, and while more is more...I really, really in my heart needed a physical representation of my beloved Contempt.

I felt a bit bad about the timing and assured her I didn't need it by Christmas and to prioritize Christmas projects (even though I was quite eager for this!) Like: "I saw your post about Christmas commissions but...this is not for Christmas!" Anyway between the Snarry worries and timing guilt and my anxiety...that should tell you how much I wanted this piece! And let me tell you, it was worth fighting anxiety for!!

The other tricky part of commissions is me trying to give creators an idea to work with, while also stressing that I value their creative input more than my own vision. Everyone is different; more details are useful for some while others enjoy the creative freedom more. (So of course I fretted about that, too.) But generally I am drawn to creators for their own skill and creativity and want as much of themselves in there as possible! I have so much respect and admiration for other creators!! And why I want so dearly to support them however I can! (And to also selfishly benefit from it, not gonna lie.) (Look at this thing!)

What I gave Mari to work with were primarily the quotes. Both are spoken by Harry in the work, though in separate portions of the fic. I wasn't sure how weird that would be, but I don't know...they go so well together and really sort of sum the whole story up! My ultimate love/hate endeavor!

As for the imagery, I had suggestions for that, too: the door to Snape's quarters have "serpents entwined with ivy and dahlias" and there are moments in the story where other flowers are given, those being white gardenias and forget-me-nots. Between my personal love of flowers and animals, as well as my great love for symbolism, and the role they all play in the story...well, I'm glad they all fit in! (Also, Mari is a champ for listening to all my rambling about symbolism and vibes haha!)

From one of our email exchanges, I mentioned: "It's a very stark, intense story. A bit brutal. Lots of shame. Riding that line between love and hate. That's another part of why I like nature imagery; all of the beauty and brutality of the world around us." And I feel like it came through! It feels very simple and natural. It looks a bit like fallen, fragile flowers and a snake slithering along, a sort of unsuspecting seduction. (Sorry, I sure love to read into things!)

Honestly, Mari was such a joy to work with. She has such a good eye for design and color! And such clear skill. She was easy to talk to, happy to communicate, and best of all so kind and patient and sweet! And in the end, she crafted something truly priceless.

Contempt is truly the story of my soul. (If you follow me, you're probably tired of hearing about it LOL.) The concept has lived with me for so long. Writing it was a true labor of love. Having this piece of it to hang on my wall is genuinely so meaningful. I cried when I first saw the finished product (via email) and cried again when I had it in hand. And again when I hung it on my wall.

It's not in its final spot just yet. A few inches to the right (not pictured) is a Hogwarts plaque that I plan to move to another wall this weekend, so I can move the hoop a bit to the right. But I was much too eager to share this to wait until the weekend! But this should still give you an idea of what my Snarry wall looks like, and will more or less look like after the shift. (The art beside the hoop is the Orange Blossoms art mentioned earlier, by LuEndland!)

Mari, thank you so much again for working with me and creating this truly precious hoop! Also: feel free to make your own post if you like, one with less word vomit haha! You are a true angel, I hope you know!!

To everyone else: if you've been thinking of commissioning an embroidery hoop...for sure do it!!!! 10/10 do recommend.

Also please expect more photo dumps once my work space is all set up!!

#embroidery #snarry #contempt #onbeinganangel

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faeriekit · 3 months

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If youre still doing the WIP game, its gonna havve to go with alien Danny dp x dc (1)

At the time you sent this, we hadn't even started yet, haha. You're good!

More Health and Hybrids WIP:

He doesn’t know what it is.

He doesn’t know who to ask. He can’t understand anyone and he doesn’t know if he trusts them.

They put something in him. There’s something embedded in him.

He thinks he’s going to cry.

Something touches his arm—Danny flinches. His core tightens with stress as he puts a metaphorical hand on the button, ready to run and hide at any notice.

It’s the lady. He knows her.

No, he doesn’t. He doesn’t know her at all. He can’t talk to her in any way that matters. She’s not a doctor. He doesn’t know why she’s here, or why she’s keeping him here.

She’s nice. She fed him. But is that all it takes to trick him? To make him compliant? Pliable?

She stops touching him when he gets scared, her eyes worried. She kneels—closer than Danny would like, probably, but she keeps her hands to herself. Danny’s heart races faster, out of order, starting and stopping and starting again like a bad engine.

“Eow eart wel?” she asks from his left arm rest, a common question, so softly. Danny doesn’t know what it means. “Eall es wel. Ænlic eow, ænlic me. Bruce bræð wið me?”

#tw medical #tw dehumanization #kinda. this is set after #health and hybrids secrets #no it's not Bruce's name that's just an approximate conjugation of the verb haha #also nothing happened to him that wasn't a normal medical procedure. however he is freaking the fuck out as is his right

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bayisdying · 1 year

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TINY CURL (NSFW 18+)

A/N: Listen. This was born because the way I felt personally attacked by that fucking curl. Motherfucker knows he's hot as fuck. Damn you Danny. Anyways enjoy this fucking smut you whores.

Tagging the whores: @mtnofgrace @mrsjaderogers @dragon-kazansky @cycbaby @askmarinaandothers @callsignscupcake

Happy Thirsty Thursday!

Lucky wasn't very fond of going to Navy dinners. She liked dressing up in nice dresses and all but it was always so stressful meeting all the high ranking officials. Navigating her way through conversations without being discharged from the Navy.

What she was fond of? Her man looking damn good in a suit and doing his hair all fancy.

She was almost done getting ready, just needed a hand zipping her dress all the way up. She walked into the bathroom and had to pause to gather her thoughts. Mickey was finishing up his hair, leaving a single curl on his forehead.

He sees her in the mirror and smiles at her.

"You look gorgeous Lucky girl." and he wasn't wrong. She was gorgeous, but he was delicious.

"Zip me up?"

He motions for her to turn around, and his expert hands zip the dress up. His touch was gentle but it sent chills up her spine.

"Are you alright Bay?"

"Just fine." She squeaks out, turning around and eyes finding that damn curl again.

He kisses her forehead, not wanting to mess up her lipstick - that would have to happen later.

Lucky is uncharacteristically quiet on the drive to the hotel where the dinner was being held. She was fiddling with her fingers and Mickey could feel her side-eyeing him. He wasn't sure what was wrong but he laid his right hand on her thigh, which caused her to jump a little.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked, worried.

"You just look too good for your own good." She whispers. "especially with that fucking one, tiny curl."

He laughs. "the curl has you hot and bothered?"

"Yes!" She exclaims then whines knowing he is going to tease her with this knowledge the entire dinner. And as much as she usually loved his teasing, the last thing she needed was for some higher up to see them messing around.

"Oh Bay." His hand moves higher, the thigh slit of her dress giving him easy access to bare skin. Goosebumps pop up everywhere on her exposed skin.

"Mickey, we have to behave."

"Where's the fun in that pretty girl?"

Fuck.

As if the night couldn't get worse, they had been seated at a table with nobody they knew personally - but they were some of the head honchos.

Ice probably thought it would be smart for the two of them to socialize with these people - too bad his surrogate daughter was practically on fire.

When Mickey talked, the curl moved and it was damn near hypnotizing. Lucky had to keep sipping her drink to keep herself busy, and she really tried to join the conversation. But it's hard to talk when your husband's hand is ghosting you where you need him the most.

It's even harder to talk when he finally reaches that spot. Lucky swears if she had been drinking at the time she would have choked.

He makes lazy circles over her underwear, smirking a little when he feels the wetness already there. Only he could do this to her.

Lucky was barely hanging on by the time dessert was served. She was soaking wet, damn near ready to cry, and miserable. Mickey had that damn smirk on his face again, and his curl was coming undone a bit.

"Damn him for being so fucking sexy." Lucky thinks before removing his hand and excusing herself to the bathroom.

She knew he would follow her, she was his magnet. He could never stay away from long.

"Having fun cariño?"

The words are barely out of his mouth before her lips are attacking his with a fire that burned hotter than the sun. She's pulling him as close as possible by his suit jacket, hands everywhere she could reach. They don't part until they are both breathless.

"Take me home right now Mickey."

"Yes ma'am."

They snuck - not so subtly mind you - out of the hotel lobby. Once they hit the parking lot he lifted her easily into his arms bridal style and her lips attach to his neck leaving bite marks wherever she can.

They barely make it through the doorway before her dress is unzipped and on the floor leaving her bare except her very soaked panties.

She reaches up and curls the curl that started this all around and around her finger.

"You just love the curl don't you?"

"Fuck yes."

She squeals as he picks her up and brings her to their bedroom. Kisses growing more and more needy as he lays her gently down.

"You are the most beautiful woman in the world." He says, his eyes drinking in the sight of her.

He removes his clothing and pulls down her underwear leaving nothing between them. He slowly sinks into her, easily bottoming out with how much he's teased her tonight.

The sound she makes when he's fully inside her is music to his ears. He starts at a slow and steady pace, drawing moans from Lucky as she claws at his arms, begging him for more, but he doesn't give her it just yet. She's begging him for harder and faster. Her words are incoherent and breathy as he fills her so deliciously at that damn tortoise pace.

"Mick...Mickey please."

"Please what Lucky? Use your words."

"Just.."

"Just what?" He teases.

Tears slide down her cheek and he wipes them away with the pad of his calloused thumb.

Her first orgasm comes like a freight train, it's so intense Mickey has to still inside her as she cums around him with a primal scream.

"That's it baby girl. That's it cariño. God you feel so damn good." He moans as he starts to move again. This time his pace is a little faster, but it still feels torturously slow.

Lucky can only whine in response as the pressure in her stomach comes back.

"You know how we were saying we wanted to start a family?"

Lucky's eyes meet his, tears still welling up from her last release.

"How about I put a baby in you right now?" He asks with a growl that tips her over the edge again. The thought of giving this beautiful man a baby consumed her mind as she came again.

Once she came down from her second high, he finally gave her what she wanted.

He went faster, deeper, and harder. Causing her to scream out in pleasure, and damn it if he didn't love that.

"Fuck Bay. You're so good. I love you. Holy shit." He can barely string words together when she cums around him a third time, his own release following shortly after. After a few minutes of catching their breath, Mickey slowly removes himself from her and finally collapsing on his side of their bed.

"Holy fuck Mickey." Lucky says pulling at that damn curl - now a total mess and barely even a curl - one more time. "That was hot."

"Can we name our kid Curly if this works?"

She playfully punches his shoulder.

"So no to Curly Garcia?"

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A/N: IM SO SORRY MOM.

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unluckyhoneybee · 2 years

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Hi, would you do number 7. Smultronställe form beautiful words with DR?

Beautiful words.

Smultronställe: literally “place of wild strawberries” a special place discovered, treasured, returned to for solace and relaxation; A personal idyll free from stress or sadness.

Notes: mixed with "Ehi, would you like to write something inspired by this (x) with Daniel ? Thank you"

It had been really bad. Already hours had gone by and he hadn't returned. You had stayed at home, your heart in a fist and the feeling of being at the end of everything floating in your head.

It was getting dark, the sun was getting close to the horizon over Monaco and even though you wanted to give him space, you were worried.

You took a couple of things you thought you may need. Then you ran to the garage, finding one of the cars and driving outside. You perfectly knew where he would be.

It took you more hand 20 minutes to get there. On the limits of the country, outside Monte Carlo, you parked the car. Then walked down wood stairs to a little beach. It was hidden by huge rocks and trees and not much people came here. Obviously, Daniel was there, sitting on the pebbles and looking at the sea.

You sighed, both in relief for having found him there and to get yourself ready for what was to come.

Walking down the beach with one of his jackets in hand, you made sure to make enough noise for hear to hear you arrive.

He turned his face and you saw his wet cheeks. Without saying anything, you sat next to him and covered his shoulder with his jacket. The breeze was getting fresh, nothing compared to the warm and sunny weather earlier that day.

"How did you know?"

"It's your place. You always come here to think"

"Our place, it's our place" He said leaning and resting his forehead on his. You closed your eyes and breathed deeply.

"I brought you here after our first date" He whispering. He put some distance between you and looked into your eyes. "I kissed you here for the first time and we had some fun in the water"

A laugh scraped both of you.

"We did"

You touched his cheeks, red and marked by tears. You didn't want to see him like this.

"I don't want to loose you, Dan. Don't push me away"

"I don't want you to suffer all of this"

"If I'm with you, I will be through everything, not only the good parts. I want to be there, to be the shoulder you cry on when the team is awful, to be who you ran to celebrate when things go well. I want to be in ups and downs. Don't push me away"

His mouth looked for mine and trapped your lips in a desperate kiss. You kissed back, running your hands over his hair and pulling him closer.

"I love you" He breathed in your mouth. "I love you so much, I'm sorry"

"I love you, Dan. I know. Talk to me first."

"Yes. I will"

You smiled and leaned your head on his shoulders. The sun was setting and you felt so much better. You remember something waiting on your pocket.

"Hey Dan. Want to do something?"

He nodded and looked at you.

"Let's look for pebbles."

"There are millions here"

"I know. Just look for one that matches my eyes and I will do the same with yours"

He smiled and kissed your lips.

"Okay"

You took different ways. After long minutes and laughs, you finally reunited in the middle of the beach.

"Look at mine" The color of chocolate, brown but not to dark. Like that was your pebble. You lift it and situated next to his eye. He smiled. "It's perfect"

Daniel kissed you and then showed you his. His pebble also had the color of your eyes.

"Wow, Danny"

"Let me" With a finger he cupped your chin and compared the pebble and your eyes.

"Perfect"

You cupped his chin and kissed him.

"What do we do now?"

You made him sit and pulled some cord out of your pocket.

Daniel patiently observed as you wrapped the pebbles in cord, doing some intrincate knots and then braithing more cord.

"See?"

"Two necklaces?"

You nodded and put his over his head, kissing his nose right after.

"It has your pebble" He noted.

"Yes. You have a pebble with the color of my eyes and I have a pebble with the color of your eyes. A pebble from our place. For you to remember home and how much I love you whenever you are away, and for me to do the same when the apartment becomes too lonely"

"Have I told you how much I love you?"

"Once or twice"

"I love you. I will always come back here when things go wrong"

"And when things go right" You caressed his cheek and then let him put the necklace on you. It hung on your chest, warm and heavy, just like his hand on the side of your neck.

"We will always come back here"

#daniel ricciardo #Dr #Blurb #Fluff #From prompt list #F1

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ragingclaw · 10 months

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The Door to Harmony (Harvey x OC)

Summary: How a single sound can annoy Harvey. | Based on Harvey's dialogue: "As summer draws to a close, and the colder season begins, my workload tends to increase. Sorry in advance if I'm a little moody..."

Word Count: 1506

AN: I tried to write angst but I just can't so I'll just call this a fic with a little bit of ✨ sazon ✨

Four times.

Four times the door had swung open. Four times the door had creaked amidst the silence of their farmhouse. It was only 5 PM after all, and Harvey knew that Hiraya was very busy considering they were in the middle of Fall; he had seen earlier the state of their farm and knew that all of the crops were ready to be harvested. Yet the sound of the door creaking repeatedly drove Harvey insane.

Harvey tried not to bring the stress of his work to their home, considering it was the only place where he ever felt safe and at ease. And with them being a family of three, Harvey knew that it would be a bad idea as babies can easily pick up on their parent’s emotions.

Still, all of those things weren’t enough to stop him from getting annoyed at a sound that he was used to hearing. He didn’t know why it irritated him so much. He’d opened a new model plane to distract his mind from the door and it still wasn’t enough. Taking a deep breath, he rubbed the bridge of his nose to try and calm himself when suddenly…

Creak

In a matter of seconds, Harvey had found himself walking as fast as he could towards Hiraya, who he found rummaging through one of the kitchen cabinets. “Honey. Aya. How many times are you going to open that door?”

A confused expression was written on her face as she turned to look at him. “What?”

“The door! You’ve been coming in and out of the house five times now! The door is so damn loud!” Harvey exclaimed, unable to stop himself from raising his voice.

Hiraya scratched her head, smiling as she stood up to face him. “I’m sorry. I, uh- I keep forgetting stuff-”

“Well do something about it then! Write it on a paper or something!” he yelled, instantly regretting it when he saw Hiraya jump from the sudden change in his tone. His hand reached out to her, pulling away seconds when he saw her shoulders slump subtly. “Aya,” he started but was soon interrupted when they both heard their son cry in the kid’s room.

“I’m sorry.” Hiraya forced a smile, “I’ll go and tend to Danny.” Left alone standing in the kitchen, Harvey’s mind began to doubt his ability to become a husband and a father. Fear immediately consumed his thoughts; the fear of losing his family, the fear of failing to keep the promise that he made on their wedding day, and the fear of losing Hiraya. Those things had plagued his mind to the point that he did not notice Hiraya walking towards him.

“Harvey?”

Turning in her direction, Harvey opened his mouth to say something but he was cut off by her. “We’ll be spending the night in Ridgeside. We fixed up an old farm in the northern part and the two gumballs decided to let me have it. I won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon.”

“Aya, please. Let me-”

“Harvey,” he sensed a sadness in her voice, “you have work tomorrow. You should go and catch up on some sleep. I’ll stop by and pick up Danny before you leave, he likes to watch me run around the farm anyway and it’d be good to get him out once in a while.”

Hiraya placed a peck on his cheek, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Good night, Harvey.”

As soon as the door shut behind Hiraya, Harvey felt his chest tighten as he made his way to their bedroom, changing his clothes lazily before dragging himself to bed. Not a second had passed and the tears that he had been holding back now fell freely on his temples, grabbing the pillow his wife used and hugged it tightly to his chest.

A bright light shining on his eyes caused Harvey to stir awake, rubbing his face only to realize he had fallen asleep the night before wearing his glasses and watch. While he recalled yesterday’s event, he caught a glimpse of the time. 10:49 AM

The fact that he had woken up late sent him running around the house, changing his clothes as quickly as he could. His usual 10-minute walk from the farmhouse to town was cut down to a 3-minute sprint.

He thought he had broken the door to his clinic when he slammed it open, while a confused but frowning Maru and a startled Marnie and Jas welcomed him. “I’m sorry I’m super late! Give me a few minutes to prepare.”

Maru’s frown turned into concern when she realized that her boss’ eyes were puffy. Raising her eyebrow, Maru waited for Harvey to notice, only for him to shake his head and head straight into his office. Marnie seemed to notice it as well as she shifted her eyes to Maru, who shrugged in response.

A couple of checkups and a pile of paperwork later, Harvey decided that he would close the clinic early. He had sent Maru home early, making up an excuse that they both know would not even fool a child. He was thankful that Maru did not probe after asking why was he late, though she gave him a sharp look before leaving the clinic.

With his mind now clear from work, Harvey took his time walking back to their home, dreading what Hiraya would say to him the moment she sees his face. The thoughts that he had from the night before invaded his mind once again, though this time a lone thought was louder than the others. What if she realizes she doesn’t love me?

Stopping in his tracks, he felt sick to his stomach at the thought that the love of his life leaving him. The person who brought hope and joy to his life, walking away from the life that they built after finally realizing that she deserves better.

“You okay there?” a voice asked. Looking at where the voice came from, he saw Gregory holding a basket full of vegetables.

“Y-yeah.”

“Nice! We just got back from Ridgeside, there are still things left to do but we’ll save it for next week. Here, have a bok choy for good luck. I also found this perfect rock, you can have it as well.” the younger Fitzgerald took his arm and placed a bok choy in his hand, and then shoved the rock inside his bag.

“Uh, thanks. Did Aya come home with you?”

Gregory nodded. Both of them stood in silence, unsure whether to continue their conversation. For Harvey, the bok choy suddenly looked interesting when Gregory stared at him with amusement. The latter then decided to break the silence. “Fights happen, you know that don’t you? Marriage isn’t rainbows and sunshine.”

“I know.”

“Believe me when I say that the only thing that can push her to the edge is when you dull the blade of one of her knives,” Gregory laughed, “Seriously. Go home and be with your family, they’re waiting for you.”

Gregory placed his hands on his shoulders and pushed him lightly. Upon opening the door, he noticed that the creaking sound was gone, though his attention turned to Hiraya descending the stairs carrying a laundry basket.

“Honey. You’re home early,” Hiraya greeted, “Let me load these clothes in the washer and then I’ll set the table.”

Hiraya hadn’t even made it halfway through the kitchen when she felt Harvey grab her arm. “Listen, I’m sorry about yesterday. I didn’t mean to yell at you, I really didn’t. I know I should’ve told you that it bothered me, but instead, I opened my mouth like a fool and took my irritation out on you. I hope you can forgive me.”

Harvey hadn’t realized he was crying until he felt Hiraya pull him into a hug, prompting him to wrap his arms around her tightly in return. Her hand gently caressed his hair, reassuring him repeatedly as he sobbed in her arms. They stayed in each other’s embrace for a while, Hiraya planting kisses all over his face as she continued to console him.

“Harvey, you apologized. That’s enough for me.” Hiraya murmured, wiping the tears away from his face, “I should’ve been more considerate of you, not everyone handles stress the way I do. I promise to do better next time honey, okay?”

He shook his head. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. You couldn’t have known I was having a bad day, I should’ve communicated-”

“Honey, stop. We both did something, and we’re going to talk through it after you’ve had dinner. Alright?” Harvey nodded, “I’ll just finish this and reheat the food, you don’t need to do anything other than freshen up and relax.”

Pulling away after a kiss, Harvey watched Hiraya make her way down the basement, only for her to stop and turn to him, her expression that of someone trying to hold in their laughter.

“Honey, why were you holding that bok choy the entire time?”

For Yoba’s sake, Gregory.

#stardew valley #stardew valley fanfic #sdv #sdv fanfic #stardew valley harvey #sdv harvey #stardew valley oc #sdv oc #I should start with my multi-chapter fic #yeah... I should do that

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