#danny torrance imagines

[house-of-slayterr]

Mothers Day Love:

Happy Mothers Day to any mothers following me!

Luda Mae:

You and Thomas had been working tirelessly into the night, carful not to make too much noise. You didn’t want to wake anyone in the house, certainly not Hoyt, the grumpy bastard. Recently you’d been given more freedom, as the family trusted you, well at least 3/4 of them did. So you’d gone into town to gather some stuff from the market.

You’d picked out a pretty new dress for Mamma Mae, and you and Tommy got matching outfits in her favourite colour. You had decorated the whole house while she was sleeping. With Banners and balloons. You’d worked on making the cake and other sweets while Thomas did all the dirty work. As a finishing touch you wanted to put some of Mae’s favourite flowers on the chandelier, but even Thomas was two short to do so.

“Hey Tommy, can you come here for a second baby?”

He approached behind you, placing a hand on your waist to grab your attention. He looked down at you quizzically. You held a scattered and messy bouquet of flowers in your hand.

“Think you can give me a boost?”

Thomas was hesitant, and a bit confused, but he trusted you. So he easily lifted you into the air, letting you prop yourself up on his hand. Then you placed the flowers delicately on the light. You were about to fall, but Thomas was quick to catch you. You nuzzled into his chest with a small squeak, not wanting to make too much noise.

“Sorry Tommy, should have been more carful.”

The man glared down at you, but his look softened when he saw how sincere you were.

“Come on, let’s get some rest, gotta be up in a few hours to make breakfast.”

When morning came, the two of you snuck back into the kitchen. You were set on cooking, and Thomas was set to clean. You made pancakes and fruit salad, biscuits and gravy, bacon and some fresh squeezed orange juice. The table was set and everything was perfect, but something was missing. You heard the house inhabitants stir, and you quickly discarded your apron, fixing your shirt and reaching up to smooth out Tommy’s hair.

“Ready?”

He gave a nod. Hoyt and Monty were the first to stumble into the kitchen.

“The hell is all this?” Hoyt grumbled.

You glared at the man, the man, thinking he should be more greatful.

“Now don’t tell me you forgot old man” Monty joked.

“Go get mama.” You whispered to Thomas.

He brought he into the kitchen, hand over her eyes, and gently lead her to her seat at the table. The woman chuckled softly.

“Smells nice in here. What did you two get up to?”

She suddenly felt something he placed on her head, and Thomas removed his hands. The flower crown you made looked lovely on her, bringing out her hair and eye colours. You watched as he eyes lit up at the spread before here. Thomas left her side to grab the cake. As he placed it down in front of you, you declared loudly enough for the both of you.

“Happy Mothers Day mama!”

Luda looked stunned, nearly tearing up.

“You did all this for little old me?”

Thomas nodded ecstatically, wanting his moms approval.

“Oh come here you too.”

The woman pulled you both into a bone crushing hug, and kissed you each on your forehead. A silent declaration of her love and appreciation.

“Now sit, enjoy the fruits of your labour”

The rest of the day went off without a hitch, and you’d never seen Thomas happier.

Margaret White:

You ran you hand over Carrie’s thigh, stroking it lightly in comfort. She had been high strung since the start of the month, knowing what holiday was coming up. You knew she dreaded this holiday, but at least she had you. She had her favourite person, and that’s all that mattered.

“Remember, we can always leave if she says anything, ok. We can come right back here.”

The two of you got dressed in simply, yet comfortable outfits. Not wanting to put too much effort, but not wanting her mother to make a statement on it. You held her hand and she gripped yours tightly in return. You walked into her mothers house with your head held high.

“Oh children, come in, come in!”

You heard from the kitchen. You made your way around and greeted her as kindly as you could muster.

“Happy Mother’s Day Miss Margaret.”

“Thank you.”

“Yeah, Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.” Carrie muttered.

“What have I told you about mumbling? And stop slouching.”

I bit back a glare, watching as Carrie straightened instantly. God you hated this woman.

“Need any help finishing the dinner?”

“You’re far too kind child, if you could just set the table. And Carrie, could you bring my my bible from the prayer room”.

This time you visibly stiffened. This woman had the audacity.

“Actually I can-“

“It’s alright sweetie, I’ve got it.” Carrie assured.

You knew she was strong. But I hated seeing her have to face her trauma like this. If only she had killed her mother that night, instead of just injuring her. Stubborn woman should have stayed dead. You set the table with her in silence and waited for your love to return. She looked paler but you quickly gave her a soft smile. As you prayed over the meal, you sent a secret prayer that tonight would go well. But apparently god had other plans.

“Carrie, dear don’t you think you should have worn something a little more modest?”

You rolled your eyes.

“I do believe we are wearing the same dress Miss White, if the dress doesn’t look immodest on me, how could it possibly on your daughter?”

She couldn’t respond, and you smirked at that, feeling that you’d one. But one after another the comments came, and you could tell it was wearing down. It wasn’t until you were alone in the kitchen with her, cleaning the dishes when she said something you’d never forget.

“You know, you’re a sweet kid- but I can’t get over the fact that what you’re doing is wrong. You shouldn’t be with my daughter, especially not after she’s already been with a man. You should pray on it, and hope you don’t burn in hell.”

That’s when you lost it. How dare she be homophobic, and to her own daughter none the less. Before you could stop yourself, you punched her square in the nose, breaking it.

“Carrie!” You called.

She was by your side in an instant, looking confused when she saw you cradling your fist and her mother babying her nose.

“Tell your mother goodnight, we’re leaving.”

“Goo-“

The words didn’t even finish leaving her mouth before you pulled her outside. The second you were on the porch you pulled her close, kissing her deeply.

“Happy Mothers Day my love, really wish you had a better one”.

You leaned her head into hers, breathing her scent.

“Now let’s get you home, yeah?”

Norma Bates:

Norman had kept you far away from his mother. It was something you never understood since he always spoke so highly of her. But you couldn’t help but notice the Mother’s Day signs around town. And the endless chatter at the shops, and in the motel.

This made you antsy, your own mother was no longer around. So this holiday didn’t hold much meaning to you until now. You wanted to celebrate, to celebrate Norman’s mother for raising the gentleman you knew and loved today. He was kind, attentive, sensitive, passionate, everything you ever dreamed of. And if Norma raised him, you wanted to thank her for doing so.

But you couldn’t go behind his back. So you asked him, at dinner the day before.

“Norman, my sweet…”

“Yes, Love?”

“I know it’s a sore subject, but- do you promise not to get upset?”

He turned his attention fully to you now. Leaving his post at the sink and drying his hands. He gently placed them on your hips.

“I promise to keep my temper, now what is bothering you.”

“It’s about your Mother… Norman I really want to meet her. I mean tomorrow’s Mother’s Day-“

“How kind of you. You want to wish her a Happy Mother’s Day.”

“I really do Norman. Why won’t you let me meet her?”

“It’s complicated, but I will ask if she’s ready to meet tomorrow ok?”

You kissed him on the cheek.

“Ok. Thank you.”

But everything started to make sense the next morning. You awoke to the smell of a fresh breakfast being made, and lazily made you way downstairs. You expected to see the love of your life, but where caught off guard when you saw a woman.

“Mrs. Bates?”

She hummed lightly. You grabbed the glass of water from your side of the table and took a sip.

“I’m so glad you decided to meet me finally. Oh and Happy Mother’s Day! You did a fantastic job raising Norman.”

“We’ll thank you Dearie, you Mother did a good job with you too. Or so my Norman tells me. Please sit, eat.”

It wasn’t until she turned around that you finally understood. There was no Norma, at least not how you’d think. There you boyfriend stood, dressed in his mothers clothes, smiling like there was no tomorrow.

“Sorry Norman couldn’t join us for breakfast, he was busy down at the motel. It will just be us today Darling.”

You indulged his fantasy.

“We’ll I’m happy to get to know you Norma. We’re family now.”

Pamela Voorhees:

Jason was out in the Forrest, dealing with some unfortunate trespassers. He was always tense on this day, at least that’s what Pam explained to you. He wanted to be the best Mama’s boy there is, and he was, no competition. But sometimes he needed a little reminder.

So you did the only thing you knew that could help him. You cleaned the entire house top to bottom. Decorating the inside with every flower you could find within walking distance form the house. Jason didn’t want you out when victims could be around to hurt you, and you respected that. But you wanted everything to be perfect. You brewed the morning tea, made the cupcakes, slaved over lunch. Everything was perfect.

Of course you knew Pam was watching, she was always watching. But never in a malicious way. She wanted you safe, just like her sun did. But she knew better than to ruin the illusion of surprise. So she waited for the right time to come say hello. And that’s when you heard the trip wire bells go off. Jason, your Jason, was home. You ran to greet him, not much caring that you got blood on you in the process. Jason was confused when you beamed up at him happily. Normally you weren’t this touchy when he got back from a kill, he never wanted you seeing him like this.

“Come on handsome, let’s get you cleaned up.”

You lead him to the bathroom, helping him undress, and undressing yourself in the process. The two of you stepped into the warm shower you had ready. You helped him wash up and gave him an outfit to match yours when you were done.

“Is the prettiest boy in the whole world ready to visit his Mama?” You asked.

Jason’s eyes light up at the mention of his mom. How could he have forgotten what day it is. But that’s when you saw the panic.

“Don’t worry My Love, I have everything set and perfect.”

He gave you a small kiss on the cheek to show your appreciation. Leaving his mask on the bed as it would only be family tonight. You brought him into the kitchen and sat him down for lunch. Well now it was almost closer to dinner, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that you were all here. Pamela entered shortly after.

“Good Evening Pamela, Happy Mothers Day! I hope you’ll enjoy the food your lovely son prepared for us.” You said.

Pam gave you a knowing smile, she knew you made everything, but she wasn’t going to correct you. Jason on the other hand was bewildered. He had forgotten about today and you saved him. He adored you for that.

“Isn’t that right Lovey, you wanted to show your mother just how much you appreciate everything she does for us?”

He nodded, smiling up at you.

“We’ll thank you, you two. This is truly the best gift I could have asked for.”

Pam gave each of you a kiss on the forehead before sitting down to join you for the night festivities. There was just enough love in her heart for the both of you.

Wendy Torrance:

You and Danny sat on the edge of the bed. You helped your little brother put on his shoes, and straighten his sweater vest.

“We’ll aren’t you a handsome boy?”

He giggled as you tickled into his sides. You lifted him up off the bed and set him straight towards the door.

“Danny!” You shouted after him as he excitedly left the room.

He came skipping back towards you.

“The flowers.” You pointed to the nightstand.

“Oh right!”

He grabbed them and went running down the stairs to where your mother was inevitably waiting. She’d be unready for his surprise attack. You followed suit, fixing your outfit and carrying the small box in your hands. As you made you way to the kitchen you heard the infectious giggle of your brother. He ran from your mom, hiding behind you.

“Little monster got apple juice on my dress”. She laughed

“Oh did he now?”

You picked up your brother, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Then you made your way to your mom, doing the same to her and sliding her her gift.

“Happy Mothers Day Mama!”

“Oh My Sweets, you didn’t have to.”

“But Daddy always got you gifts Mommy” Danny said.

“He did, didn’t he. Well what did you get me?”

“That would ruin the surprise, silly.”

So you watched as your mom ripped into the gift, her eyes practically sparkling when she saw it. It was a silver bracelet with a charm that had each of your initials on it.

“Oh I love it, but not as much as I love my two most favourite people in the whole world.” She pulled you two into a hug.

“Now, let’s eat!”

An: I wrote this so quick so sorry if there are a a few “I’s” where “you’s” should be. I didn’t have time for editing.

[buttered-milky]

Jerma taking a wall out in the dollhouse has the same energy as Jack Nicholson splitting open a door in the shining

[crunkmouse]

I watched Memory 2022 the other day and this little alt ending thing started writing itself. I went with the name Danny on a whim, not wanting to go with the usual Ben. I guess it could be Danny Torrance if you’d like to imagine that, but for now he’s just an average guy.

—+—

The first thing Alex saw every morning was a framed picture of himself and a younger man with ginger hair, both smiling happily. On the bottom of the frame in bold black letters on a white sticker read ‘Alex & Danny’. Next he would check his forearms for any notes he’d scribbled there in marker. On his left side he had written:

Anniversary One Month

Gift? 

Alex scrunched his face. Where the hell was he going to get a gift? He remembered he wasn’t allowed to leave the facility anymore. “I don’t want you to get lost out there,” Danny’s worried voice rang in his head. So that left him with very little options. 

At least today seemed like a good one so far. He remembered to brush his teeth, comb his hair, and dress in something a little nicer for the occasion, a blue button shirt Danny said brought out his eyes. And all before a nurse came to fetch him for breakfast. 

He sat with his brother like he always did for every meal. While Paul’s Alzheimer was far more advanced than his, his brother seemed to actually recognize Alex now after seeing him on a daily basis. It wasn’t much more than a faint spark behind Paul’s eyes but it still warmed Alex’s heart. 

As he helped feed his brother, he spotted Danny across the room. The younger man was on pill duty today with another nurse handing out plastic cups from a rolling cart. Danny was thorough, making sure the correct medication was in each one when they sorted, even going as far as making the system they were using now. Each cup had a patient’s name written on the side and on the lid on top, forgoing the old tiny paper cups that were far too easy to mix up and drop with shaky hands. 

“The usual,” Danny joked when it was Alex’s turn, handing his cup over. He thanked the younger man and slid the pills into his mouth, chewing them instead of drinking water. That always earned him a tsk from Danny. 

For Paul, his medication was already crushed up into small pieces that the other nurse mixed it into a couple bites of oatmeal and feed to him. 

“Now what’s the special occasion for my favorite shirt?” Danny grinned. 

“Our one, one month,” Alex answered, stumbling a little. Danny beamed and snuck a quick kiss. The whole staff knew about their relationship and would turn a blind eye as long as they kept their affections private so not to confuse the over residents. Besides no one wanted to be the one to tell Alex no since they were scared to death of the man when his instincts kicked in. A few male staff members had gotten a broken nose when they tried to manhandle Alex before. 

But not with Danny, never with him. The younger man was always gentle and understanding with Alex. Danny didn’t mind if they had to wait hours for him to calm down, his old life haunting him at the worst moments.

Danny would then pull out a marker from his scrub pocket and unbutton Alex’s cuff to scribble a quick note on his right wrist. “I pulled some strings again,” the younger man whispered, winking. 

Danny Sleepover 

“Really?” Alex asked, maybe a bit too loudly. Danny nodded, buttoning the cuff and putting a finger to his smiling lips. 

As soon as Danny moved onto the next patient, Alex began to panic. Now he really needed to get a nice gift. But again, how? He didn’t own anything special enough to give to Danny. Maybe he could order a bouquet of roses over the phone and have them delivered here. Though he worried if he would be taken seriously if he shuddered, it wouldn't be the first time. 

The sight of someone getting up from the table next them snapped Alex from his racing thoughts, soon realizing that he almost forgot to help Paul finish eating and to do so himself. Thankfully Danny noticed and came back over when all the cups were empty. Again Danny didn’t scold him and understood what his brother meant to him, that he wasn’t doing this on purpose. 

Afterwards the three would go outside to enjoy the sunshine. It had rained the past couple days so they stuck to the paved pathway, Alex pushing Paul’s wheelchair while Danny walked beside them. The younger man would stop occasionally to say hello to a fellow resident they’d come across and ask how their day was, never tiring of repeating himself or needing to be reintroduced as if it were his first day once more. It made Alex wonder what Danny had to repeat for him the most, the younger man so genuine in every word and action. 

Eventually Danny would leave the two brothers when it was time for the next round of chores to begin. Alex sneaking a kiss this time. 

Now that there was nothing urgent at hand, he went back to his thoughts after locking the wheels in place on Paul’s chair and took a seat on the bench next to his brother. 

He wondered if Vincent would be willing to help him out if he called him up. The agent had visited Alex a few times here. They never talked about work or anything like that, usually just pleasantries that weren’t too complicated for Alex to follow. Vincent was another one he couldn’t tell when he slipped up, the other man a good actor for what his job entailed. It made Alex hope he hadn’t already asked him about a gift.

Find the rest of the story on AO3

[heorist]

MORE WENDY TORRANCE HCS 4 DAGGER OR ANY OTHER WENDY KISSER

- She can play the flute n shes very good at it. If ur having a bad day and want her to play something on the flute for you she gladly will

- she gives u breakfast in bed and its always made really well. If u do the same for her she will literally melt

- imagine picking berries w her n dannie

- speaking of dannie,, he has honestly never been happier than he is w u as his other parent.

- wendy has a collection of dolls from her childhood on a shelf. She braided all of their hair and regularly dusts them

- shes so so SOO soft w u i cannot express this enough. Constant reassurances from her that she loves u

- her favorite flowers r sunflowers

- she likes flowers in general. She will pick out specific flowers that remind her of u

- u guys match scarfs in the winter

- Dannie has realized he enjoys sledding . U n wendy take him sledding whenever u can

- coffee dates. yes.

WUEUEUE @daggersangel

[thisgodwontforgiveyou]

This cut the film's running time to 144 minutes. Roger Ebert commented:

"If Jack did indeed freeze to death in the labyrinth, of course his body was found – and sooner rather than later, since Dick Hallorann alerted the forest rangers to serious trouble at the hotel. If Jack's body was not found, what happened to it? Was it never there? Was it absorbed into the past and does that explain Jack's presence in that final photograph of a group of hotel party-goers in 1921? Did Jack's violent pursuit of his wife and child exist entirely in Wendy's imagination, or Danny's, or theirs? ... Kubrick was wise to remove that epilogue. It pulled one rug too many out from under the story. At some level, it is necessary for us to believe the three members of the Torrance family are actually residents in the hotel during that winter, whatever happens or whatever they think happens."

come on roger

[mlmxreader]

Kiss It Better | Dan Torrance x Male!Reader

request; I FORGOT THAT YOU WRITE FOR DAN TORRANCE- ahem,, one order of "You're bleeding" for Dan Torrance x male reader pls 👁😳👁 - @poptartkingsworld 

summary; when Dan's shining starts to act up at the worst of times, he can't help but to fear the worst of the worst

warnings; blood, swearing, injury/wounds

Dan had been out shopping, which was neither some grand nor something interesting, just grabbing some food and some drinks here and there in order to restock the cupboards in the dingy little flat that he shared with you, his amazing boyfriend, his practically perfect partner; it was just a normal, casual, unassuming Friday night - it was calm, it was quiet, nothing particularly adventurous had happened that day except for the fact that he had tried a new kind of coffee during one of his meetings with Doctor John Dalton, his niece’s doctor but before that, his friend. But outside of that, nothing had really happened during the day, and there were no large events for him to recall; that was, until, Dan got flashes of blood in his vision, thick like molasses and with a scent as strong as freshly cooked bacon. 

It made Dan’s jaw clench tightly as he gritted his teeth and did his best not to allow his Shine to get to him too much; even when you heard you growling and snarling in agony, he did his best to control his little gift. Although that didn’t stop his mind from running thirty-thousand miles per hour as he quickly paid for the small amount of shopping he had picked up - his hands shook when he handed over the pound notes. You could have been dead by the time that he had gotten home. Someone like Rose the Hat could have gotten to you and was torturing you to get Dan to come out of hiding - they could have been slashing you with a knife or chopping you up with a butcher knife or sawing through your tendons and your muscles with a hatchet, they could have been pulling skin from your fingertips or pulling out your teeth with wire cutters for all Dan knew. But he had to act natural. Just in case.

With a pounding heart, his vision blurred by blood, Dan shakily carried the bags of shopping down the road and into the flat, swallowing thickly as he turned the doorknob, worried that his hands were so slick with sweat that he wouldn't be able to open it; but he managed it, and he practically dropped the bags when he noticed you sat up on the kitchen counter, holding a piece of toilet paper against your hand as you seethed and grumbled, doubled over slightly as the white plush paper turned orange, then red, then burgundy.

Dan nearly threw the bags onto the sofa as he rushed over to you, standing between your legs as he looked at you desperately. "You're bleeding, are you okay? What happened? Are you okay?"

"Yeah," you nodded, letting him grasp the paper and pull it away, little bits of practically torn and soaked paper sticking to the open and sore wound on your hand. "I wasn't looking what I was doing when I emptied the dishwasher."

"Oh, puppy," Dan whispered, frowning for a second as he tossed the paper away and took a steady breath. He gently took your wrist in his hand, twisting it slightly so that he could examine the wound on your hand. More than anything it just looked sore, and he was sure that the little bits of toilet paper that clung to it weren't helping - but it wasn't deep, thankfully, and it would more than likely going to heal up within a day or two. But it looked so sore. Dan let his gaze drift to meet yours, daring to smile a little. "It's not that deep, I'll, uh... I'll put a plaster on it."

"Wait," you whined, furrowing your brows and frowning as you pleaded for him to stay stood there. "Kiss it better?"

"It's a little deep to kiss it better," he admitted, a soft chuckle coming from the back of his throat.

"You said it wasn't that deep," you huffed.

"It's still too deep to kiss better," Dan told you with a shake of his head. "Let me... let me patch it up, and then I will, okay?"

"Fine," you sighed, letting him grab the gauze and the antiseptic wipes from the cupboard, wrapping your legs around his waist when he stood before you, letting him hold your wrist gently. "This isn't gonna hurt, is it?"

"A little," he said, kissing your forehead sweetly before tearing open a single antiseptic wipe, pressing it to your skin and tensing up when you seethed and bared your teeth. Carefully, he wiped away the blood and the toilet paper, the dirt and the bacteria coming away with it, as well, until all that was left was a cleaned and small little wound. Dan couldn't help but to apologise, especially when he placed a little piece of sterile gauze to your cut, gently wrapping the bandage around your hand as he dared to hum. "Is it too tight?"

"No," you shook your head. "But you didn't kiss it better."

Dan roll his eyes, tutting softly. "You're a grown man, I'm sure you can live without it."

"Dick," you grumbled.

"I'm meeting up with Billy tonight," Dan cleared his throat as he looked at you with such a softness that it was hard to ignore and hard to push aside, hard not to get lost in. "We're gonna grab David and John, and have coffee and... just talk."

"Oh, okay," you shrugged, finding no reason to feel anything other than happy for him, as you were glad that Dan had a group of friends that he could rely on and that supported him, you knew how much he needed it at times, and even if he didn't, you loved David Stone and John Dalton and Billy Freeman - they were good people. "You want me to order something to eat for when you get back?"

"I, uh..." ah, fuck, how was he supposed to ask it? "I, uh, I was gonna ask if you... wanted to come?"

"Dan, this is your time with your friends, I don't-"

"I want you to go with me," he said softly. "It's not an AA meeting, it's just... coffee, with friends."

"Are you sure?" You whined, frowning. "I mean, I don't want you to be the guy that drags his boyfriend along to everything because he feels bad about spending time without him."

"I'm sure," Dan nodded, swallowing thickly. "I want you to come with me, but only... only if you want to."

"I'll come," you whispered. "But we'll need to figure out a cooler story if anyone asks about my hand."

"I'm sure we will."

[obisimpkenobi]

Congrats on 400 followers!! 🤗💙 Could you do a Dan Torrance sfw ABC?

Thank you so much!!!! Of course you can have ABC of Danny boy! This was fun to do and I want to cuddle him now.

A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

It takes a while for Danny to open up. He’s had a rough past, and closes himself off to protect himself and others. He always tensed up when you showed any type of physical contact, but slowly started to melt into them. After things became official between the two of you he slowly started reciprocating, but is still nervous about it.

B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?)

You guys met through Billy. Most people in town know Billy, he is the quiet sweetheart that does what he can to help out. So he introduces the two of you, the two closest people to him. From there your friendship blossomed and he’d start seeking you out to be around you.

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Danny boy just needs to be held ok? Sweet boy just has so much going on and cuddling with you helps ground him. His favorite cuddle position is where you're on your back, and his head is resting on your chest, your arms cradling his head brushing through his hair. His arms will be around your waist trying to get impossibly closer to you and you tangle your legs with his, which makes him oh so soft.

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, ect?)

He loves the idea of getting a small apartment with you, just something small and quaint. A proper home for once in his life with the one person he feels safe with.

He likes to keep a tidy place, if there is too much of a mess it starts to overwhelm him. He likes cooking, but most of the things he knows how to cook are simple dishes. He likes when you cook food you’ve had when you were a kid, a smile always adorning his face as you cook.

E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

This man would have tears in his eyes, but refuses to let them fall. But he would make sure he is respectful and make you realize that it really is him. He doesn’t want you to feel worse than you already do.

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?)

He is very hesitant about wanting to fully commit to you. He loves you, but he has so many demons. He thinks you deserve better than an ex-alcoholic that has mountains of trauma and this weird shining thing that haunts him most nights.

I feel like he wouldn’t feel the need to make it “official” anyways. Just being with you in general is enough for him. He doesn’t need this grand gesture or a piece of paper to show that he loves you. But he will do whatever makes you happy.

G - Gentle (How gentle are they both physically and emotionally?)

Dan emotionally is very rough around the edges, he really does need a bit of TLC. He himself tries to be soft towards you, and give you everything he thinks you deserve in a s/o. He wishes so much he could do more.

Physically he melts in your arms. The moment you hold him in any way he can’t help but smile for a moment and hold on to you tighter, or nuzzle into you. He’s been through shit and somehow his demons keep finding him, but when he is in your arms he feels safe. He’s not necessarily clingy, but he loves being held and holding you.

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it, and what are they like?)

Like I said this man loves to hold you and he loves to be held. His hugs at first are timid, but you always squeeze him as hard as you can in the biggest bear hug you can muster. After you reciprocate his hug he grows more confident in it.

I - I Love You (How fast do they say the “love” word?)

As said before Danny is hesitant about most things because of his past, so it takes a while for him to even think “wow I love this person”. He knows he cares for you and does love you but the thought of really being “in love” scares him a bit. But nevertheless he does admit it out loud when you're holding him one night after a particularly nasty nightmare, or day just needing comfort.

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?)

So I feel like during his time he got clean he’s learned to control his emotions more, so it’s hard for him to get jealous. He also trusts you 100% in that area, he knows you and knows you wouldn’t cheat on him. But when he does I feel like he gets a little pouty, and quiet. Once you realize you’ll grab his hand and squeeze it reassuring him that everythings ok.

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He’s usually into the soft kisses, the ones where you both end up melting into each other. Your bodies start to relax with the feel of each other and you can feel the care in the kiss. IMAGINE AS HE LINKS HIS FINGERS WITH YOURS AS YOU KISS SOFTLY

But don’t let the man fool you, when the time is right he will kiss you with a fiery passion. It's incredibly sexy when he kisses you as if he owns you, but this is reserved for behind closed doors.

L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

He wasn’t good with kids before, but after working at Teeny Town and Abra he got better. It’s funny because he doesn’t do a high pitched voice like others usually would, but he would talk with interest and curiosity in his voice.

M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?)

So mornings happen differently. There are the mornings he gets up somewhat early to go conduct the train in Teeny Towns, and there are the mornings where he sleeps in a little later after a night working at the hospice center. Either way when one of you gets up you're always pressing a kiss to the top of the others head when they wake, and before they leave for work.

N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are the same as the mornings. The nights where he’s home are spent with the two of you dancing around each other as you cook, clean, or do whatever it is you do in the afternoons. But when he goes in to work, you always pack him some food to munch on later in the night and he can’t help but smile at the thoughtfulness. When he comes home he loves seeing you curled up in your shared bed, more often than not you’re in one of his shirts.

O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)

It takes a while for him to open up to you. I mean most people think he’s crazy when he talks about the things he sees, or looks at him with pity because of his past. You never pushed him to talk about anything, which is how you gained his trust. Before you guys became an item he told you everything, and you sat there with sad, but understanding eyes. You grabbed his hand and told him that you believed him, and how that it doesn't change how you feel about him. Safe to say he was fighting tears after that and internally SWOONED.

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He gets frustrated but not that angry anymore. But he is also pretty patient, especially with other people. The hardest part is being patient with himself.

Q - Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?)

Dan remembers most things about you, but there are a few things that might slip his mind.

R - Remember (Favorite memory with you?)

His favorite moments with you are when you're cuddling, but one of his all time favorite moments was when you had just got off of work and Teeny Town was full of families. On your way home you walked right up to Billy and asked how you could help. At some point you ended up running around chasing the kids, while giving one a piggyback ride. You looked so happy, as you helped entertain the kids waiting for a ride on the train. He knew you were tired after work, but yet you still came over to help plant some flowers and help the tired parents with their kids.

S - Security (How protective are they?)

Dan is pretty protective, that’s why it took so long to let you into his life. He doesn’t want anything happening to you, and if something happened to you because of him? He’d never forgive himself. He still hasn’t forgiven himself for past slip ups.

T - Try (How much effort do they put in?)

Sweet boy tries. He tries his best everyday with what seems to be the weight of the world on his shoulders. You see that and are incredibly proud of him either way. But when he goes out of his way to do something for you? You feel special. Life is hard already, and extra hard when you have shit to work through. So you always make sure he knows that you appreciate everything he does, even if it's only for himself.

U - Ugly (What are their bad habits?)

Danny boy worked real hard to stop his drinking, but of course because of that he acts a little different when he’s overwhelmed and doesn’t have alcohol to help. The main thing is he really wants to just be alone, and is used to being alone. Learning to trust and have a friend in Billy is one thing, but having a significant other? There’s gonna be a little more work needed.

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s pretty lax about his appearance. After he got clean he manages himself a little more than he used too, and after he got with you he tries a littlemore. He takes care of himself more and when you go out with each other he makes sure to look a little nicer for you.  

W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

I wouldn't necessarily say “incomplete” but more of a loss. Being incomplete is like saying you will be okay again. He’s lost people before and worked through it, but he still feels it like the day he found out.

X - Xtra (Random HC)

After you move in together you realize there’s a cat that roams around, so you guys “adopt” it. You always leave food out and even bought a little bed and put it outside for it. It’s a little white and grey cat with light blue eyes. You named it Spoon, not knowing what else to call it while you washed some dishes. Danny chuckled at the name and somehow found himself calling the cat Spoon as well.

Y - Yuck (Things they don’t like either in general or a partner?)

Danny doesn’t like people who are impatient, or super closed minded. With the things he’s seen and dealt with he needs someone who won’t judge, someone who can believe what he’s been through.

Z - Zzz (Sleep habits)

Dan has insomnia. How can he not with everything in his head? So he doesn’t look forward to sleeping. He has medicine for if it gets too bad, or if he can’t go back to sleep. If you happen to wake up with him you make some tea to help relax the both of you back into sleep. You’ll curl up into each other and pass out watching an old show or movie you both like.

[darling-i-read-it]

Secrets

Danny Torrance x reader

Word Count: 900

Warnings: lead into to smut but no actual smut 

Author’s Note: Maya thirty minutes ago: im sorry its hard for me to write for ewan characters

Maya rn: here is danny because why not

I hope you like it darlin!

Requested: by @primadonna-girl123, Hey Maya, can I request a Danny Torrance fluffy drabble with a hint of smut in it please? If that’s okay with you?Request(optional)

Summary: the request

Genre: fluff

(not my gif)

    Danny had told you about his life before he had moved over to where you lived together now but he didn’t say much about it. You enjoyed hearing him speak about himself for long periods of time, simply because he never really did it. 

    When you got him to open up about anything it was a miracle especially when you first started dating. He was reserved about his past because he didn’t like much of it. The Overlook was hard enough, telling you about his dad and how he went crazy. The shine was a whole other thing. And then the worst of it was his drinking. He didn’t like to tell you about that because he felt ashamed, even if you told him he had changed and was a totally different person now. 

    When you got him to talk about himself it had to be the right time and place. Long car rides, late nights, date nights. 

    Then as you got more used to being together he allowed himself to open up more. He talked about everything, the ins and the outs, even the parts he couldn’t bear to say aloud sometimes. Because he had admitted to himself that he had fallen in love with you. That was hard for him. The loving because he had lost so much. Convincing himself he was worthy of your love, of you at all was hard. 

    But when you sat on his window sill, your legs up under your chin as you looked down at the street below he knew there was no denying it. You were his best friend and he knew it. He really knew it. You did too. 

    You looked up at him, brushing a piece of hair out of your face and squinting in the sunlight. It was midafternoon, the sun the highest point it would be on that day. It was also summer which was tough enough because they didn’t get great air conditioning in Danny's little apartment. He had promised you would move out the second he had enough money and you would buy a place together, a proper one. 

    “What are you looking at mister?” you asked, bringing your hand up to block the sun so you could see him better. He was sitting on his bed, sorting through his hospice papers he could never get quite into an organized section. 

    “My girlfriend,” he said proudly, a shit eating grin on his face. You smiled sweetly and slid off of the window sill, walking back over to him. You crawled on the bed and gave him a sweet kiss, crinkling papers underneath you. You moved back, leaving him wanting more but sitting on the edge where he could barely reach you.

    “Now Daniel Torrance, we aren’t that cheesy around these parts are we?” you teased, leaning back into the bed further. He rolled his eyes and reached for you, grabbing your arm and attempting to pull you closer to him. 

    You put up a fight for a few seconds, pretending you didn’t want him to get you any closer but eventually you gave in and fell back into his arms. He pushed the papers that he had there off to the side. You hoisted yourself onto his lap and he kissed you softly, making you adjust yourself further. You put your hands on his cheeks gently, leaning further into the kiss.

    “Are you going to sleep with me and make me talk about myself?” he asked quietly, joking a little bit. You rolled your eyes.

    “Not with that attitude, we may just skip right to you talkin about yourself. Plus you love talking with me. I’m excellent at stimulating conversation,” you promised. He rolled his eyes. 

    “I love you, I do-” You moved a little bit on his lap so that your legs were around his waist. He tried to kiss you and you shook your head, laughing, putting your finger on his lips. 

    “Ah ah ah. Tell me something about yourself,” you teased. Danny smiled, grabbing your waist and moving you closer to him. 

    “I love you. I love you a lot. There you go, that's a whole two things,” he said and you laughed together, shaking your head while he rocked you back and forth on his lap, trying to get you to kiss him. 

    “Something I don’t know knucklehead!” He rolled his eyes and thought about it for a moment as you watched his face.

    “Alright, here's a secret.” You nodded in encouragement. “I love you.” 

    You giggled and kissed him anyway, the two of you smiling into the kiss. You started to take off his shirt and he happily obliged, tugging on your blouse as well. He hoisted you up and placed you down onto the bed, leaning on top of you. You pulled away before he got any further.

    “If it means anything to you, I love you too.” 

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𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 (2) 𝙢𝙚𝙣...

[bowieandqueen11]

Walls / Dan Torrance Imagine

Request: So, I absolutely love your Dan Torrance imagines! I also love Doctor Sleep as well! Could I request an imagine where the reader (her name is Rebecca, by the way!) and Dan are married. Dan is worried that his beloved will be harmed by the ghosts of Dan's past and he will protect her at all costs. Dan also survives the whole ordeal! Make it as long as you can and feel free to change anything if you need to! 💙 

This is for my wonderful friend @thebeckyjolene, I really hope you’re doing well today darling!

I tried to do a bit of a different writing style with this one, so if you enjoyed, comments are always appreciated! :)

Dan Torrance didn’t remember these walls.

The building, perhaps. The lights, the furniture, the shadows that flickered in the corner of his eyes as he turned and twisted round the wall’s corners: yes. The walls themselves, though, seem distorted. Changed. Taunting. 

Or perhaps, he realised, it was all a matter of perspective. All a matter of eyes. He wasn’t sure whose eyes he was looking through right at the moment: he was just a little, insignificant squeak in the back of his head. How ironic, he thought. How ironic that all these years I’ve locked them up, safe and tight in these boxes, and yet now I’m the one trapped inside my mind instead. With each passing face, the walls that wound towards Room 237 seemed to shift, the decorations sometimes vibrant, outmoded, the next second the wallpaper crumbling and peeling and decaying, splattered with blood. 

He knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. Each stamp of his boots along the tile seemed to drag him just that little bit further into the belly of the beast - each pound echoing across the ground suckering him just that little bit more, until he began wondering where his shoes ended and the floors of the Overlook began. 

The floor. The floor. That he remembered. That grotesque, repugnant shade of orange that cornered in the red hexagons. How long he had spent away from the company of his parents, staring at that floor and wishing he could just go home. The days when his feet would barely touch it, and he would fly, knowing in his heart that he was trying to escape something. The ghosts, or his father, he wasn’t still entirely sure. Perhaps, in the end, there was no difference really. He swallowed thickly, passing the elevator that gleamed white in comparison, still as fresh looking as the day he had arrived here. Despite his face, he still couldn’t bring himself to look at it properly, trying to hold his shudder as he drew himself back from the hotel and bumped his knee against one of the cushioned seats he had seen in his nightmares every night since he was five years old.

He never thought he would hear your feet run across these same floors, speeding along the path his tricycle used to take down the looping corridors, both filled with the same unknown, foreboding dread that they weren’t going to like the shadows that appeared behind them as they turned the corner. They weren’t going to like the consequences of opening doors, of wakening ghosts that were only too riled up to be disturbed. Yet neither of you could help it, the hotel knew only too well how to draw its victims in. He managed to strangle out a sob at the thought, his gut wrenching cries the only thing to be heard in the hallway as his hand pulled and grasped at his jacket, trying to pull himself back. His wife, the light of his life, the only thing in this world he couldn’t bear, wouldn’t allow to have torn away from him again. The Overlook only laughed at his threats, his grievances, whispering in his ear that it was his turn to be the caretaker now.

She must take her medicine, after all. Just like the rest. Rebecca must take her medicine.

And so the door to Room 237 swung shut for the second time that day. In rhythm with the hinges, the beat of an axe hammered against its wood as it closed.

‘Rebecca...Rebecca you need to run. I can’t- I can’t hold them off for much longer. I can’t... I can’t hurt you... I can’t do it.’

The sight of you standing on that mouldy purple carpet was enough to bring tears springing to Danny’s eyes. With the last mount of energy, and desperation he could muster, he forced every cell in his body to stop moving. Slowly, yet surely, his knees still bent and he took a further step towards you, axe now dragging familiarly along the ground. 

‘I won’t leave you to the same fate as your father, Danny. This isn’t you, this isn’t us.’

Your husband, his face paling with each step towards you, sneers, lips unnaturally curling up at the corners. He readies to swing his axe, thumbs tight against the wood, but his hands slightly falter just as it reaches his shoulder.

‘What would you know about us?’

You reach up towards him - your Danny, your husband. You could see him struggling, little beads of perspiration on his forehead, and eyes scrunching closed in absolute agony. Your fingers land on his cheek, and you can feel the muscle ripple under your touch, but in all the exertion you don’t miss the slight tilt of his head towards your touch. 

‘I know you’re a false face, and that you don’t understand who you’re pretending to be. I know my husband, and he’s strong, and he’s brilliant, and he’s so unbelievably kind. He could never hurt me-’. you reach over his shoulder to tug on his left hand, not letting go until your hand brushed over his wedding ring. His ring finger shook against yours, face seeming to blur and melt against and within itself like new snow. Yet, his hold on his axe began to slip, until it finally fell onto the floor. ‘More than that, he’s smarter than you will ever be.’

‘What- what do you mean?’

‘You, false face, had better start running. It’s only a matter of time before the belly of this place eats you up as well.’

Something akin to familiarity begins to brighten his eyes, and your sense of hope flickers again in your stomach as you feel his fingers twitch against yours. Suddenly, he seems to shake himself awake, gasping as if awakening from a horrible dream. He nearly falls away from you, but your thumb digs into his skin until he collapses back down onto your shoulders. You can feel him shiver as he holds you, but you don’t let go. You knew the strength it had taken him to chase away his ghosts, to keep you safe from everything within himself, and the only way you could think to return the favour was by letting him clutch onto your jacket until his breathing had settled.

‘There you are’, you whisper into the shell of his ear. ‘There you are.’

‘I’m sorry Rebecca’, he gasps out, pulling away until you can see how quickly his eyes are blinking to draw away the tears. He half-laughs, half-sighs as his weary fingers cup your cheeks, rubbing little circles into your skin. ‘It was the only way I knew I could keep them from getting to you. I was... I was just afraid. I was so afraid they would get you too.’

You inhaled sharply, tugging slowly on his fingers as if asking him silently to follow you. To trust you. And he did, with all his heart, he did. He would wander these walls for the rest of his life if you had asked him too.

Instead, you try to smile up at him, but it ends up looking like a pained grimace more than anything. ‘It’s alright, it’s alright, but we need to go now Danny. We need to run.’

He felt a pang in his heart, knowing that nothing in this black hole of a place would ever let him leave. Not really. It had consumed his father, it had consumed him, and he would be damned if he was going to let it take his wife without him giving a proper fight. Without him giving every last piece of himself he had to give, until he knew you had escaped.  

‘But the boiler-’

‘It’s already taken care of. You mumble so much in your sleep about this place, I think I could switch them on with my eyes closed’, you chuckle.

‘Come on, it’s time we finally leave these walls to smoulder.’

[charliedawn]

Imagine you're another being with the "shinning" and hunted by Rose Hat and her gang. Part 1.(my version of Doctor Sleep. Warning : gore. Horror movie. Also, you're a bad a**. 😉😂)

Little Danny loved to explore the hotel, he liked to think that it was an adventure. This is why that when the door of room 374 mysteriously opened on its own, he found himself inside before he could think about the consequences of his action. He looked around, it didn't seem any different from any other room, besides the fact that there was a huge mirror in the center of it. He approaches it and, finding his reflection funny, started making weird faces in front of it. However, his reflection quickly distorted, showing a little girl who was crying instead. Danny was a very curious little boy, and like many little boys as curious as him, he wanted to investigate. He sat on the ground and stared at the girl that hadn't noticed him yet and couldn't help but find her pretty. When she raised her eyes, they immediately made contact with the ones of Danny that smiled sympathetically at her.

" Why are you crying?"

He asked and she sniffled.

" My sister..She's done some terrible things..But I don't know what to do.."

He stared at the mirror for a moment before raising his index to his ear and whispered.

" What should I do, Tony ? She seems scared.."

The little girl raises an eyebrow at his strange gesture, but didn't interrupt him as he replied in another voice.

" I think she needs a friend.."

The boy smiled and nodded vividly in agreement before turning towards the girl again.

" Tony says I should probably be your friend. My name is Danny. What's yours ?"

The girl laughed a little before replying.

" Y/N..Where are you right now ?"

You asked, looking around him with a small frown. He seemed to be in some sort hotel..But, something felt off.

" I'm with my mom and my dad. We came here for his job.."

But, Danny didn't seem too happy about it and you decided to step a little closer to the mirror.

" You see bad things too.."

You said knowingly and Danny nodded frantically.

" I see them too.."

His eyes widened at your confession and he quickly asked.

" Really ? What do you see ?"

You seemed to look around, making sure that no one could hear you before leaning in and whispering.

" My sister..She has someone else with her, someone bad and that tells her what she has to do. This morning, she killed our dog..This is why I'm sad. The more the bad lady stays, the more my sister seems to change..I'm afraid that she will do something awful to my parents.."

Danny listened and put his thumb in his mouth, the only this that seemed to calm him down when he was worried or upset about something. He was afraid that you would find his odd behavior strange, but you only smiled before putting a strand of your hair in your mouth: your own calming process. He slowly took his thumb out and shared his own struggles.

" My father wanted to come here..but the hotel is bad. There are very bad things happening around and I'm afraid that he is going to hurt us.."

In a way, you both understood each other's struggles..But before you could talk more about it, you heard the voice of your sister calling you and freezed. She entered the room and her eyes were immediately drawn to the mirror. She smiled maliciously before standing in front of the glass.

" And who might you be, huh ?"

She asked, but Danny was too scared to speak..He had seen the old woman standing above her and her face suddenly distorted at the realization. She grimaced in anger and screamed.

" Get out of my house !"

The force of the scream was such that it send Danny flying against a wall. The connection stopped and Danny was on the verge of crying when he suddenly heard a door creak. He slowly turned his head towards the bathroom and his eyes widened as he saw someone in the bathtub. He stood up and seemed to be drawn in by the bathroom. He wanted to get out, but couldn't help walking forward, the door closing behind him..

A few years later :

You are walking towards the nearby cinema, unaware that you are being followed. You step in the cinema and buy a ticket before sitting down in one of the comfortable chairs of the dark room. There are other people, a blond girl and a man in his forties. You don't have to wonder about their relationship as the man puts his hand on the girl's thigh. You grimace and try to take a better look at the girl that seemed awfully young..You sigh loudly before looking up at the screen. They had entered together..maybe you were reading too much into this ? However, when you hear the small noises of pain, you stand up, ready to take the girl's hand and run..But imagine your surprise when you see that the moans of pain were coming from the man. You stay speechless, but quickly sit back down, looking at the girl that is whispering things in his ear, things that make the man physically shake. You look around, wondering if anyone else had noticed. Nobody seems to notice what's unfolding, only two people that seem to fix the girl with envy and..something else. You shiver as the eyes of the woman seem to stare straight at you. However, you pretend being as oblivious as everyone else by stuffing yourself with popcorn, making her grimace in disgust and look away promptly. At the end of the movie, you nearly run out of the cinema and enter the bus quickly. You see the two persons following..the blond girl from the cinema. She seems scared and you take multiple shaky breaths before running out of the bus. You curse yourself as you run past the two creeps to take the arm of the girl and put on your best fake smile.

" Hi girl ! The movie was sooo good, don't you think ?!"

The blond one frowns in incomprehension, but quickly understands when you significantly tilt your head backwards. She nods and smiles even wider before playing the game.

" I know ! I'm so sorry to have left you, but I really thought my date would show up !"

You glance backwards and see that the two have disappeared..But you don't feel like leaving the girl alone and whisper.

" My house is a few blocks away..You can hide there for a bit, just to make sure the two weirdos are truly gone.."

She looks back as well and finally nods in agreement. You arrive and lock the door behind you. You then turn towards the blond that is looking around curiously. You smile and look through the window to observe the street.

" Do you have any friends or family around here that you can stay at for the night ?"

You ask and the girl looks at her shoes sheepishly and shakes her head.

" No..I'm alone."

You feel her uneasiness and gaze back at her with a small reassuring smile.

" Don't worry, you can stay the night if you want. But, as I'm supposed to leave tomorrow..I need to know if you have anywhere to go ? A shelter maybe ? Do you want me to call child services ?"

At the mention of the latter, the girl looks up at you with frightened eyes and shakes her head negatively.

" No ! You won't take me there ! You'll allow me to stay here !"

The way she says it almost sounds like an order and you can see that she is trying to use the same trick on you than she did with the older man..but it doesn't work and you only sigh loudly.

" Fine. As I said, you can stay the night. But, tomorrow, I will be going to New Hampshire, so you better find something until then."

She slowly nods and you then make a sign for her to follow you. You open the guest room and she enters. She sits on the bed and seems happy enough. You smile and are about to tell her goodnight when she surprises you by telling you her name:

" Andi. My name is Andi."

You just realize now that you hadn't even asked for her name..You smile and respond.

" I'm Y/N."

Then you close the door and go to your own room.

The next day :

You wake up and get ready before preparing your breakfast. You enter Andi's room, but only find a neatly made bed. You feel a bit sad at the fact that she didn't even say goodbye..but that quickly goes away when you see that you are missing 20 dollars.

" Son of a..!"

You curse and sigh again..Well, it could have been worse. You take your car keys and get inside your car. You start driving towards New Hampshire while following a map. You are supposed to have an interview for the local newspaper and also..You kinda want to get away from the city for a while, too many entities there. You only stop halfway to get your sandwiches out of your bag. You search for through your stuff, but suddenly feel something moving on the backseat. You freeze and your brain starts gathering all the possible explanations..A raccoon ? A spirit ?..You wait and finally, a familiar fair-haired head peeks out from underneath a blanket.

"...Hey."

She greets you with an awkward smile and a small wave of her hand. You can't believe that she 1) actually slept through more than half of the road and 2) that she followed you ! Your shock passed6, you pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation and ask on an intransigent tone.

" Andi. What are you doing here ?"

She doesn't answer, she just looks ahead with widened eyes and you grit your teeths..Is she actually ignoring you right now ?! You are about to start yelling when she points towards the road ahead. You sigh, but still look and your eyes widen as well when you see who is driving the small van ahead of you..the guys who was following Andi yesterday ! He seems to be following a young boy now. Your blood boils in your veins at the prospect that they were now actually attacking small children.

" Andi. Seat belt."

You say warningly, your hand gripping the steering wheel with such intensity that your knuckles turn white. Andi doesn't wait for you to ask twice and quickly buckles her seat belt. You see that the boy is about to get inside the car and suddenly hit the gas. You had a feeling, a feeling that this boy would never see the light of day again if you didn't stop them. You drive straight ahead and collide with van full force, continuing advancing even afterwards. You make them drive backwards and you glare straight into the other driver's eyes. He seems shocked at first, but when he recognizes you, he smiles. You grit your teeths and yell while raising your middle finger.

" Yeah ! Keep smiling, a**h*le !"

The boy is far away now. He will be able to get back to his parents safely. Andi doesn't scream, but can feel the anger radiating from you. The van drives away as well, and the front of your car may be in a disastrous state, but you don't care. When you're calm enough, you lean back against your seat and look back at Andi, making sure that she is alright.

" Everything's fine ?"

She nods affirmatively before looking at you with concern written all over her features.

" I know that they are creeps but..Wasn't it a bit too much ?"

You close your eyes and remember the screams of agony of a little girl that you had heard a few months ago..You don't know why, but the screams had suddenly reappeared in your head as you had seen the two individuals following Andi yesterday, and even louder with this kid. It is now your alarm when bad thing are about to happen. You hear the screams of this girl that seemed in such pain when she died..You had ran to get to her, but by the time you had arrived, she had disappeared completely. This is another one of the reasons why you had decided to leave your old town. You take a big breath before driving forward.

" You have to trust me on this. They deserved it."

You say confidently and Andi doesn't add anything. She only looks out the window silently for the rest of the way. When you finally arrive, you stop in front of a weird-looking house with dark-tinted windows and a bright red door. You had already seen it of course, but Andi hadn't. She pouts when she sees it and whines.

"Is that really where you're going to live ?"

You ark an eyebrow at the pronoun she uses and cough loudly for her to turn her attention towards you.

" Where WE are going to live, you mean ? You really think I'm going to let you go with those people out there ? Not in a million years. You stay with me, Missy. That you like it or not.."

Her eyes widen, but she quickly smiles excitedly.

" You mean it ?! I promise that I won't steal money from you again ! And I'll even give your watch back !"

" Yeah yeah..Don't get used to it though, as soon as the creeps are definitely off our backs, I'm finding you someone else to take care of you..Wait, what do you mean by giving my watch back ?!"

She smiles awkwardly and you look at your naked wrist and roll your eyes before extending your hand.

" Come on. Give it."

She immediately gets it out and gives it back to you with an apologetic smile. You both get out, and she even helps you with the luggage.

" No more stealing. I'll have a job and I'm sure it'll pay enough for the both of us."

She doesn't answer right away, but you suddenly turn around and wait with your arms crossed expectantly. She finally rolls her eyes and replies with her gaze lowered to the floor.

" Yes, "mom"."

You gasp in fake offense at her insinuation and she looks up at you with a small smirk.

" That's it, young lady. Come on. Get inside and tomorrow, I'll be sure to walk around and see if any schools can accept you. There is no way I'm leaving a fifteen-year old roam the street."

She seems to disapprove and says on an authorative tone, crossing her arms as well.

" I'm not going. In fact, you'll forget ever asking me to do so.."

She tries to use her powers on you again, but you resist her and sigh before entering the house. You don't answer her and she frowns, upset. However, she still enters after you and is agreeably surprised by the interior that is a lot prettier than the outside. You smile at her awed expression, however, you aren't that pleased to be back in this house..

" Home sweet home.."

You still remember how you thought that the walls were full of secrets and that the seemed to be whispering in your ears..They had warned you of what would happen, but you were only a child..What could you have done ? Andi gets you out of your thoughts by groaning loudly.

" I'm hungry.."

You sigh, of course she is..

" Okay, the money you stole from my wallet ? It was supposed to be used for buying groceries once here."

She looks at her shoes almost guiltily before admitting.

" I was hungry this morning..I used it to by a box of donuts and a milkshake.."

You want to be mad..but you can't. You only take out your wallet and open the door. She quickly follows you and you start walking, searching for a shop. You soon find one at the corner of a nearby street and enter. You start looking around for decent prices while Andy starts piling up sugary sweets upon sugary sweet in the...You turn in the soups alley and Andi grimaces in disgust at nearly every single soup on the shelves. You finally take some, ignoring Andi's complaining. You see that the last tomato soup is on sale and are about to take it when another hand shots up to get it. You turn towards the owner of the hand and see an Indian man with a nice smile. He gives you the soup while apologizing.

" My bad, you spot it first."

You smile back politely and take it. You are about to turn around and go when the man introduces himself while extending your hand towards you.

" I'm Billy. Billy Freeman."

You finally shake his hand with a small smile and nod in acknowledgement before replying.

" I'm Y/N. And this girl here is Andi."

However, the man frowns in confusion before looking behind you.

" Hum..Andi ?"

You turn around and see that Andi is gone. You sigh loudly before groaning.

" This girl I swear.."

You then flash your best apology smile towards Billy.

" It was a pleasure, Billy. But, I need to go."

You start walking towards the cashier, but Billy follows you before adding.

" Wait. I'll search with you."

You are about to refuse, but finally nod in agreement. You need all the help you can get to find the girl, hoping that one of those creepy guys didn't get to her first..You shiver just as the thought and feel the adrenaline rushing through your veins as you start yelling.

" Andi ! Andi ! Where are you ?!"

Billy calls her as well, but you finally have to go through the cashier.

" Please, I lost my...sister. Her name is Andi. Can you call her ?"

The lady only nods before making the call. You stay here, biting your nails out of frustration. One minute, and Andi had disappeared. You don't want admit it, but you like the blond midget. You don't want anything to happen to her until you find her a family or help in any case..Suddenly, the woman smiles and tilts her head towards one of the aisles where two individuals had just gotten out of. One is Andi, munching grumpily on a handful of crisps while the other person, a man, drags her forward. You sigh in relief before running towards them.

" Thank God ! Andi ! I was worried !"

She only rolls her eye dramatically before continuing eating, but you can see that she feels guilty when she whispers.

" Yeah..Sorry.."

You look up to thank the man that had found her and freeze on thee spot when your eyes meet. Somehow, you have this feeling to have already seen him somewhere.. However, he doesn't seem to feel the same way as he only smiles before tilting his head towards Andi.

" You're the sister of the little demon ?"

He asks with a small smile and you nod with a slight smile as well. He extends his hand towards you and you shake it accordingly. However, the moment your hand is in his, you feel as if electricity is coursing through your entire body. He seems to feel it too this time as he immediately steps away with a small frown of incomprehension. However, before you could say anything, Billy appears and takes him by the shoulders in a friendly way.

" Hey, Danny ! I see that you've met the new members !"

Danny ? The name is as familiar as the face, but Danny only shakes his head with a shy smile.

" Yeah. Just found the girl and decided to do a good deed..But, I have to come back to work. I'll see you around."

You don't know who he is addressing those last words too, but you still reply.

" I hope so.."

He looks one last time at you before leaving and suddenly, memories flash in your brain that makes you scream in agony in front of everyone. Andi is by your side in and instant and tries to calm you down, but you feel a painful pang in your chest. You open your eyes wide and feel as if you can't breathe..You thought you had locked her up..But, one glance at Danny, and your old demon got out of his prison. You feel cold arms around your neck as she whispers in your ear.

" hello, sister.."

End of part 1! Tell me what you think!

[haunted-cathaus]

I just had a rewatch of the shining and i couldn't help but writing this little one shot. Forgive my english for its not my first language.

TW: toxic relationship, verbal abuse, cheating, she's just as bad as him.

When you and Jack got married it felt like a dream. After less than a year it became clear how it wouldn't have been a very successful wedding... But you surely can still recall the few happy memories you made since you two have been together. You were just a young girl straight out of the college and he was a teacher who dreamt to write.

You can remember how it felt listening to him talking about his ideas for hours. He seemed so charming and cunning, so confident about his projects, so lost in the images that occupied his mind, words slipping out of his mouth like they were music, like seducing you was his biggest goal. It was not just about seducing your body, no, he was talking to the real you, the one he could see through his piercing green eyes while wrapping you around his fingers.

That very night you made love on his couch. He tasted like red wine. At the time it felt so nice, like every older man's mouth should be tasting like. But now, it was just a bad joke, a sad foreboding.

You got married only three months later. And this is your second happy memory. He was wearing a simple elegant tuxedo and a smile. One of the last smiles you have seen on his face.

Life seemed to be so easy. At the time he didn't look so old, no. You were aware of your age gap, but it made him look just more interesting. Now when you look at him, you can really notice how old he is compared to you. You can look at the wrinkles at the sides of his eyes and his mouth or at his receding hairline. He started looking old when Danny was born. Daniel. Danny. The third and last good thing that happened to you, the one you keep in mind to stay sane. It was not completely wanted, it just... Happened. But for you was the best thing that could happen, something you cling to when days are just too depressing.

When Danny was born, for a little time things seemed to get better again.

After the first years of your wedding, Jack started to drink more and you knew the reason why. His hopes, his dreams, the book he was working on since you two went out the first time was completely canceled. Nobody wanted to publish him. You mourned for him yet didn't know what to do and stayed silent. That mouth and lips that tasted like wine at your first date now were all about tobacco and whisky and although you didn't like the mix quite too much, he kissed you so rarely that it didn't really care.

But with Danny at home... He was so small and chubby and his cheeks were so red. It felt like you could work on your family again.

Then, you fucked up. It was your fault this time. You were weak.

Jack was so happy, he didn't even drink that night. He finally found a publisher interested in, no, enthusiast of his almost done book and you could see a spark of what he used to be shining in his eyes. He looked young again that night. He kissed you deeply and pulled you closer to him.

The day after you met the publisher. Charlie, it was his name. Not very attractive, but he showered you in compliments. He made you feel a woman again. You were so weak and tried not to think about him, biting your tongue when Jack made love to you to not scream his name.

Christmas came the month later. Jack bought a bottle of Dudognon Heritage for Charlie, so happy he was to finally achieve his dream. Jack was really trying to ingratiate the man himself somehow, but he was not the only one that wanted to impress him apparently.

The same Dugognon Heritage Jack bought for his new friend, Charlie licked away from your belly just some days after.

Jack found you curled up in bed with him. Smoking. Relaxed. His cum still dripping between your thighs.

He felt hurt and betrayed. Although he was distant and absorbed by alcohol and job in the past, he really felt like you two were working it out. And he was insecure, too. Something in you being so young and attractive made him feel like this was a risk, to not satisfy you at the point you would look for another man. And Charlie... He trusted him so much and he used him to get in his bed, closer to his wife. To fuck his wife that so rarely kissed him back lately.

Then came the rage, and the bottle was in pieces, and the pieces were in Charlie. He broke his arm too. You can remember his face covered in blood while you still naked and dirty were slapped and called whore.

Maybe you did deserve it.

It was also the lowest you could go. Why didn't you get divorce after that episode, you will never know. Maybe it was for Danny. It was probably for Danny. It was the reason why he accepted his new job too... To give you two another chance, to not get Danny rid of his parents. After all the cheating was almost two years ago and still you two were in crisis. To be isolated together... It looked like an opportunity. Even though things between you are so fucked up still.

So you kept staying together. For sure it didn't feel like love anymore.

"Whore" he called you during arguments.

"He made me cry in pleasure in a way you never did" you spat out. And he slapped you, and you screamt and even when the day was over and you stayed side by side in the bed you felt so much hatred between the two of you... And some sadness too. Things could have been so different. But he was so cold, he only cared for bourbon. It was so clear that after all he preferred whiskyes kissed to yours...

"Are we arrived?" you ask, bored, looking outside of the window of the car.

Sometime you feel hopeful. This new job its an opportunity. Five months alone, just you and him and Danny.

"At least you know I can't cheat on you here" you joke, trying to make him feel bad sometimes. He glares at you.

"Shut the fuck up for once and just... Distract yourself for now" he answers roughly, looking straight at the street.

Sometimes you feel hopeless, too. You hurt each other too deeply and for too long. You can't even ask yourself if you hate more him or yourself. You say the worst things to each other because you simply don't know anymore how to connect, how to speak, how to love each other. That's what hurts the most. You have lost your connection and now it feels like a challenge. Who hurts the other one the most.

Maybe he is the winner? So isolated in his own mind that seemed to forget about you and Danny for years.

Or maybe it is you, who were so incapable to help him with his depression and artistic failure to go looking for pleasure in others men beds?

You can't answer. You can only hope the next months will be better at the Overlook Hotel.

[helaintoloki]

Of Monsters and Men

(collab piece with @obitwo !)

pairing: Dan Torrance x reader

warnings: language, nsfw content, smut, possessed Dan, some fluff sprinkled in throughout, 4k word count

notes: @obitwo and I are so excited to finally be able to share this with you all! This is my first time collaborating with another writer and it’s been such an honor to work with someone as talented as Claire! I wrote out the story/plot elements and Claire wrote out the smut sequence and together we made a piece we’re both very proud of. We sincerely hope you guys enjoy it!

summary: after narrowly escaping the clutches of the True Knot and the Overlook, Dan now has the chance to live a normal life with you at his side. But the hotel isn’t through with you just yet, and it’s up to you to satiate the hungry spirits.

It’s been exactly one month since the Overlook burned to the ground, and though the absence of Rose and the True Knot has made the world a much quieter place it definitely hasn’t rid your husband of the trials and tribulations that come with the shining. The ghosts of Dan’s past did not abate their torment despite having their home destroyed, and the task of locking them away in a box grew increasingly difficult with each new visitor. He was struggling, losing sleep, constantly worried about your safety as well as Abra’s, and despite how much you tried you weren’t sure how to help him. What could you possibly do to chase his monsters away?

It’s a tranquil evening in Frazier, leaves falling from the trees in the cool breeze outside as you get started on dinner for the night. You hope his mother’s old homemade chicken casserole recipe will be enough to provide some sense of comfort for your troubled husband. The Grady sisters had made a surprise appearance the night before and Dan was still recovering from the mental toll their visit had taken upon him; he had called in sick from work and stayed home for the day to nurse the splitting headache that had come with locking them away.

Tender kisses grace the skin of your shoulder as Dan wraps his arms around your waist and brings you into his chest. He’s exhausted, but he craves the solace your presence brings him and is willing to suffer through the ache at his temples if it means he gets to have you near. Your smile is a sight for sore eyes, and he takes pride in the fact that you are his wife.

“Feeling any better?” You muse whilst Dan presses a kiss to your cheek.

“No, but I’m not feeling any worse either so I guess that’s a good thing,” he chuckles softly. “What are you making?”

“Oh, well I know how much you loved your mom’s casserole as a kid so I thought I’d try and make it for you. Just a little something to raise your spirits a bit.”

A soft smile graces his features at your thoughtfulness, arms winding even tighter around your waist as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.

“How’d a guy like me ever manage to end up with someone as wonderful as you?” He hums against your skin, prompting a cluster of butterflies to form in your stomach.

“Oh, stop,” you giggle, lightly pushing him away. “You’re distracting me, I have to make dinner. Can you hand me the measuring cup? The glass one please.”

Dan’s head begins to throb as he goes to the cupboard, yet he thinks nothing of it as he retrieves the glassware. But then the room begins to spin and your voice sounds so far away as you start to talk about your day. There’s a rumbling from the darkest corners of his mind as the boxes begin to rattle, panic settling deep in his bones as both the measuring cup and Dan go crashing onto the floor.

“Dan!” You gasp, quickly falling to your knees beside him and resting your hands upon his taut shoulders. “Danny, are you alright?!”

A whine escapes him as he shuts his eyes and grips tightly at your thighs in an attempt to ground himself, hoping to fight the spirits off long enough so he can lock the boxes up tight and throw away the key forever before the spirits have the chance to escape. But they’re coming, and he’s too weak to stop them now.

“I can’t,” Dan pants heavily, a groan tumbling past his lips as he doubles over on the ground. He can feel the ghosts suffocating him, his breaths growing shallow with each box that unlatches.

“Dan, look at me. Danny,” you plead desperately. You don’t know how to help him, you don’t know how to make it better, you don’t know how fix it, and the helplessness you feel leaves you feeling sick with worry.

“You have to... You have to run.”

“Danny...”

“Run!” He bellows, startling you into getting up off the floor and back onto your feet. Your vision is blurry with tears as you slowly begin to back away from your husband whose shoulders are heaving with every strangled grunt that leaves his lips.

“Danny,” you weep softly from your spot in the kitchen doorway. He told you to run, but how can you leave him when he’s in so much pain?

Your quiet sniffles are the only sound in the kitchen when he finally stills. Dan is bent over on his hands and knees in a way that prevents you from seeing his face, and you take a single cautious step forward.

“Dan?” You call gently. “Honey, a-are you alright?”

Your husband raises his head slowly to meet your gaze, smirking at the horrified look that flashes across your features at the sight of him.

“Hi sweetheart,” he grins, and the sight of his milky white eye is enough to send you bolting towards the bedroom.

You can hear his thundering footsteps following close behind you, all kinds of threats and warnings accompanying them, but you urge yourself to run faster. This isn’t Dan, you have to remind yourself, this isn’t Danny.

“Come here, little pup!” He coos hoarsely with false tenderness, but his demeanor changes in an instant the moment you slam the bedroom door shut and lock it from behind you. One of his fists slams on the wood while the other hand violently twists and turns the doorknob. The frustrated growl that leaves him sends chills down your spine as you slowly back away towards the far corner of the room, eyes never once leaving the door.

“Open the door, little girl,” Dan says gruffly. “Open the door and I won’t hurt you. Let me in and I’ll forget the whole god damn thing.”

“I-I can’t,” you whimper, frantically scanning the room for your phone. As guilty as it makes you feel to do so, you know you have to call Abra. She’s the only one who knows how to bring Dan back, and you can’t afford to lose him to the Overlook. You’d almost lost him once, and you’d be damned if you’d let them win this time. Another bang on the door has you in hysterics- where’s the phone?!

“Y/n, darling, light of my life, open the fucking door,” he warns lowly. One more good strike to the wood will break it down, but Dan is willing to give you one more chance to behave yourself, to be the good girl he knows you are.

“Danny, please!” you sob, and with your denial of his request he slams his whole body against the door so that it breaks off its hinges and comes crashing to the floor.

“There you are,” he leers maliciously from the doorway, shoulders hunched and hungry gaze settled upon your trembling form in the corner. He staggers forward slow and calculated like a predator stalking his prey. The tears that fall down your face make you look all the more appetizing, and the fear that radiates off of you is almost enough to feed the hungry spirits festering inside of him.

“Stay away,” you warn fruitlessly, “get away.”

“Is that any way to treat your husband?”

“You’re not my husband,” you avow emphatically in an attempt to put on a brave face despite how terrified you are. “I know what you are, and I know that you’re not really my Danny. You’re just... You’re just a false face.”

The man that stands before you ponders your profession with amusement before striking in an instant. Your wrist is grabbed swiftly in a tight grip, allowing him to raise your left hand in front of your face.

“What a pretty diamond on your finger,” he mocks before raising his own left hand. The golden wedding band on his ring finger glints in the light, his deriding gaze ticking back and forth between the jewelry. “Are these not a symbol of your undying devotion to me? Does this not mean that you are mine to have?”

You have no counterargument to give because he’s right; you had vowed to be there for Dan through sickness and in health, and this was a time of sickness. You were his wife, you had taken on the Torrance family name and promised to surpass any challenges that followed the title, so you’d just have to overcome whatever obstacle came next.

“What are you going to do to me?” You murmur, gaze nervously following the hand that slowly creeps up your chest and wraps itself around your neck. You can’t help the shivers that prickle at your spine as his hot breath fans against your skin, tongue darting out to lick an agonizingly slow stripe along the column of your throat.

“You’ve been very, very bad,” he says gruffly, “and now you’re going to take your medicine.”

Dan watches you, ultimately sinister as he rushes you towards the wall by the hand on your throat, slamming your back into it. He hungrily mouths at your neck, hands planted beside your head while his wet lips leave marks across your skin. He's eager, voice husky, breathing fervently across your shoulder. Hips jut into yours as Dan presses his hardness against you, trying to satiate himself with the sheer intensity of his movements. He growls at the contact, nothing short of animalistic.

“Are you going to hurt me?” You’re still apprehensive and afraid of what this twisted version of your lover could do, but there’s no denying the heat that rises off your cheeks and emanates from between your legs.

“Hurt you? Poor, pretty little thing, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He’s still rocking his hips against yours, friction between his jeans and your clothes. “Do as I say and you’ll have nothing to worry about.”

His dark and sensual stare does little to calm your nerves and you decide to give into him for your own sake. Hands lay upon your breasts, and Dan tilts his head back in satisfaction, groping and palming them.

“Touch me,” he croons and gasps when your hand reaches between his legs to palm his concealed length. He’s enjoying you, growing more and more primal with every passing moment. The sensation goads him and he forces his thigh between your own, harshly shoving it against your growing wetness. You pant as he further presses you into the wall, trying to rub yourself on his leg.

His thumb and forefinger catch your chin to tilt it upward, urging you to look at his blue eye and the ghostly white one.

“So desperate for me… and you were just trying to lock me out,” he mocks you, withdrawing his leg and letting your feet fully touch the floor again. In his trance, it’s what he wants; to feed off of the arousal, to release himself and be taken by his own desires. You want to fight it, but your involuntary whine betrays you.

Dan brings his face to yours, masculine features clouding your view.

“Do that again,” he snarls, hand returning to your throat and clamping down on it, earning himself another heavenly moan from your lips in return. He closes his eyes at the sound, leaning back and relishing in it, completely obsessed with having you at his mercy.

“Please, Dan,” you beg him for some type of relief to which he simpers cruelly. He needs to hear no more, bending down and wrapping his arms underneath you to toss you over his shoulder. Your arms dangle upside down, and you don’t bother to squirm. He walks purposefully towards the bed, hands gripping onto your ass before he lets you off, crashing on the mattress.

You huff at the drop, clearly appreciative of the manhandling. Dan is kneeling at the edge of the bed, yanking you towards him by your ankles and holding them firmly, his lips inches from your aching core.

All Dan is focused on is pleasure and power as he rips your clothes from your trembling body, careless of any tears he might have made. He sighs when he looks at you in your panties, a sight he usually compliments - but not now, he’s greedy, teeth grazing your hip to bite down on the fabric and pull it down your legs with the movement of his head. You feel yourself melting at the action, trying not to like this Dan too much - it’s not truly him, but the way he’s looking at you like he’s starving is entirely captivating, clouding you from your common sense.

He keeps his eyes on yours as he advances his mouth closer, then letting his gaze follow the curve of your thighs, spreading them neatly for his tongue and admiring them. He adorns them with harsh kisses, sucking to leave bruises on them, pleased with himself for marking you as his. His trail leads up to your wetness and he swipes a finger up your folds, gathering some of it and pressing it to his tongue. He likes the taste.

“Filthy girl.”

It’s then that his arms hook under your thighs to lock them over his shoulders. You’re unable to move, caught in him, and he knows that he’s going to torture you.

A slow lick up your clit sends you trembling at which Dan groans, vibrations coursing through your body. He’s deliberately tentative, providing unhurried laps at your clit, waiting for you to break. After several tormenting moments, Dan is kind enough to give you a full circle of his tongue, and you writhe under his clutch, legs begging for freedom and hips rising against his face. It’s enough for him.

“Sit. Still.” He’s ordering you now, and you know better than to be a brat and do it intentionally.

His stubble meets your soft skin in a rush, his tongue swiping madly at your clit and you’re back to trembling pathetically. He’s fulfilled with your response, his sexual prowess sending moans from your throat that fill the room with urgency. An arm releases one of your legs to let a finger prod at your entrance, under the tongue that flits across you. It dips in teasingly, merely deep as his first knuckle and you take the opportunity to squeeze his head with your free leg.

At your sudden defiance by not sitting still, he reaches up to run a palm across your naked breast which makes you falter. His hand stays there, massaging as he continues to eat you out with exhilarating competence.

“Dan…” You choke, fingers tangling in his hair and tugging it to release the rising tension of your body. He snaps at the pulling, evidently stimulated by it. Making no mistake, he consciously groans into you again, except it’s primal and electrifying, making you yelp.

“Good… Keep making those pretty noises or I won’t be so generous,” Dan nearly barks at you, mean, his voice hoarse and drunk on his urges. Finally letting his finger slide all the way in, he withdraws it at the same speed, pumping it and drowning in the sounds that you make for him.

The tension continues to rise, your body shaking violently. Dan knows what he’s doing; just enough to keep you teetering on the edge. You know he’s saving it.

“More,” you whisper boldly, weak from his delightful touch.

“Do you deserve more?” He moves his face away, but adds a finger to the first one, roughly thrusting them both in and out of you and biting his lip. He sneers, “I’ll decide what you get.”

You pause simply to keep shuddering, unable to speak with the sensation of his fingers hitting the right spot. He stops and leaves you a blubbering mess of moans and whimpers, leading Dan to decide on your next sentence for locking him out.

He rises, looming over you supported by his hands, hair falling handsomely. Your own hair is gathered from beneath you into a ponytail and yanked down to give him plenty of access to your neck, biting down softly into the juncture of it and your shoulder. Your legs instinctively wrap around him, trying to keep him touching you.

“So impatient.” His lips graze your ear and he nips at the lobe. “Get over my knee.” Dan disembarks from you, sitting tall and spreading his knees apart on the edge of the mattress, feet set firmly on the floor.

You mistakenly hesitate for a moment and find a rough hand pulling your hair again, and an expression on his face that warns you I won’t ask again.

Pitifully crawling over, you splay your body over his knees, your stomach against one of his thighs and your ass right where he can hurt it.

Dan briefly lounges with you on his lap, his weight leaned back onto his palms, admiring the beauty before him. His hand travels up the back of your thighs, crossing up to your waist, dipping under to feel up your chest. He smirks wickedly, raising his hand up into the air and sending it crashing down to give a sharp and loud slap to your ass.

A high moan leaves your throat and he repeats the action, faster than the first time, little pieces of hair slipping into his face from the power he’s exerting. You feel it deep within you, the painful but delicious sensations of his calloused hands roughing you up, slapping you hard as all hell.

“Don’t you go locking me out again, pup. You got that?”

“Mhmm!” You groan frantically, waiting to feel his red-hot palms strike you again. They don’t.

He instead reaches under to grab your windpipe, lazily turning you over and getting you to straddle him.

“Words.” He has no tolerance left.

“I got it.” You blurt out quickly as you can, not trusting yourself to carry a sentence any longer than that.

Dan guides your hips to grind you against his hard length, back and forth. Your head tilts with the movements, idly lolling. Another quiet noise and Dan can’t take it anymore. He’s finishes with his teasing of you; he needs to unleash.

He assumes his full, intrinsic and feral state, pushing you back onto the bed, and you rebound with force. He keeps you down, wrists pinned above your head and his lips are searching your entire body, biting, sucking, bruising - hungry for anything he can get. You don’t dare move, knowing he wants your full compliance.

His jeans are long gone, underwear too, forgotten somewhere on the floor. His skin feels smooth but hot against you, a gorgeous and soft feeling when his chest collides with yours. Strong arms are positioned on either side of your body, Dan lining himself up with your entrance. Your raising hips cause him to prod, whining as the head of his cock teases you.

“Does my dirty girl want my cock?” He gives a low groan to your ear and you’re losing yourself in him. The word “yes” is hardly loud enough, an inaudible whisper.

This time he doesn’t care for precision to your obedience. He doesn’t ask for a clearer answer, content with your submission to him.

He steadily presses himself into you the rest of the way, guttural moans seeping through his mouth that latches on to yours. Your thighs squeeze him closer and he stays a moment, fully immersed and gasping.

“So. Fucking. Tight.” The words almost can’t make it out of him and he leisurely pulls back, re-entering you with full, lusty force. You cry out his name and he basks in it, pumping himself faster, reaching so deep inside you that you can feel it reaching your stomach, your body quivering with the stimulation.

“Oh… Dan!” Tears are forming in the corners of your eyes with the sheer strength of him, and a thumb reaches to rub tight circles on your clit that still glistens with the wetness of his tongue. His mouth is agape, bottom lip curling onto his teeth from the pure effort he’s giving, and effort is about the only thing he’s giving. Otherwise, all he knows is to take.

Your jaw is swiftly and skillfully pried open, and Dan, possessed and sickeningly tempting, spits into your mouth, no regard left in him. It’s something he’s never done, especially not when he’s your proper Dan, and you like it. You swallow firmly and draw him in.

His head falls into your shoulder, biting it at the pleasure you’re giving him. You sigh, spent, and he bites again. He doesn’t flounder, maintaining steady and thrilling strokes that make your body stiffen and shake. Dan’s hankering grows and he plunges in a last time, reveling inside you before flipping you onto your elbows and knees and taking you immediately back onto his cock. His hands grace the curve of your hips to push and pull you over his length, and he yells out in his rapture.

His fingers trail up your back to wrap around the back of your neck, bringing your back flush to his chest, ruining you from behind. You sit atop his thighs as he stretches you out so good and not a single coherent thought passes through your mind. Thin sheets of sweat are the only thing between you.

His repeated hitting into the right spot has you wailing, your hands covering his own as he’s surely sending you over. Tingles sweep through your limbs and you come undone around him, clenching him harder and getting his cock all the more wet, trying to fall forward onto the bed and catch your breath. You’re given no such freedom, and he continues pounding into you, whispering dirty things into your ears as your orgasm is drawn out impossibly long.

“Nasty thing, you’re gonna make me cum.”

And so he does, warm inside you and it starts to leak out with his last excessive thrusts. He keeps you to his chest, panting, but his grip loosens ever so slightly.

A dull blissfulness clouds your senses and hazes your surroundings, eyes fluttering shut in an attempt to savor the warmth you’ve been encompassed in. The experience was new and terrifying, but it had satiated a craving deep within you that you hadn’t even been aware of in the first place. From behind you, Dan pulls out of you with a deep groan and allows his head to fall against your shoulder.

“Danny?” You call hesitantly, unsure as to which Dan you’re speaking to. It’s silent for what feels like a long time before he speaks again.

“Y/n?”

“Oh, honey,” you sigh in relief before shifting in bed to face him. He looks absolutely spent, but the white film over his eye is gone and with it the spirits of the Overlook.

“What happened?” Dan asks tiredly, eyes widening at the various marks that little your body. “D-Did I do that?”

“Technically, yes. But um, you had a little help,” you explain meekly. “They came back.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” he’s quick to apologize, the hands that had just choked and spanked you not too long ago now coming to rub soothing circles into your bruises. A content sigh leaves your lips at the feeling.

“Don’t apologize. I umm.. I was able to handle it.”

“Did... Did you like it?”

“Honestly? Yeah,” you nod with a sheepish smile. “You were terrifying, but you were also really, really good. I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“I’m happy to hear that?” Dan says questioningly, prompting both of you to laugh. He smiles then, adoringly and full of love. “Oh, my brave, sweet girl.”

“I love you,” you sigh happily, taking his face in your hands and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. “In sickness and in health.”

“In sickness and in health,” he repeats with a gentle smile, wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you into another passionate kiss.

[satingrove]

obi wan (or dan!) looking after you when you’re sick? :)

i’m gonna go danny boy for this one :)

dan is an all around very attentive partner, so when you’re sick (or even on the monthlies), he is eager to take care of you in every aspect of the word

“how’s your head, sweetheart? i made you some tea”

he gives you just as many cuddles as usual, without worrying about getting sick himself, perhaps even more

when he’s off work he’ll make a trip to the store and buy you your favourite snacks and candies

he comes home in his scrubs to find you asleep in his bed, blankets tossed every which way and his heart melts at the sight of you

he began making soup after setting the snacks on the night stand, softly humming to himself and stirring in spices and vegetables into the broth

you woke up and went to wrap your arms around dan from behind, clinging onto his back as he continued his cooking

“oh hi there, honey” he turned to kiss your cheek

dan would know at what moments you felt most uncomfortable, and used that to his advantage by running you a bath or picking you up and taking you to bed for an extra snuggle

he kept tissues for you in all corners of the apartment

dan got into the habit of brushing your hair for you. he knew how precious and delicate it made you feel as he passed the brush through your locks

he would procure all your favourite movies and watch them with you, whether they were his style or not. doesn’t matter to him

extra kisses

wraps you up in his flannels when you have cold flashes, and gets up to grab you a glass of water when you start to feel too hot

makes sure you take all the necessary medication and keeps a checklist with him

tells you stories and sings to you while he rubs your back, rocking you to sleep

he worries about you but you know how well he cares for you

he makes sure to tell you how beautiful he thinks you are, especially when he knows you feel less than pretty

“my little sweetheart”

[mlmxreader]

The Vet | Dan Torrance

request; "Hello again! 💀

May I request: "But you're sure you want me?" with Dan Torrance, please?

As always, thank you in advance! 💚" // @ronaldrx​

summary; when you swing by his place of work, Dan hopes his nerves don’t get the better of him. 

notes; gender neutral reader 

Dan had always been attracted to you, he had always been sure that he wanted to ask you out and to ask you to be his, but he always thought that you were out of his league, out of his reach; you worked closely with him, as Azzie’s vet and as a close friend of Billy’s, Dan knew that he had little to no chance with you. Even if you did always buy his lunch and calm him down when he was about to beat the senses out of Carling, even if you did admit to Azzie that you often found Dan attractive, something he had overheard every now and then when he came to pick the cat up from your work. 

But as he stared out of the window, watching rain hammer against a window that showcased nothing but black skies and hoping that the thunderstorm wouldn’t last long, he heard you walking around with your dog, the dog that Dan had come to know as a sign that you were around; usually, pets weren’t allowed in the hospice, but your dog - much like Azzie the cat - was a special case. Your dog came in to help the staff with longer shifts, offering them a companion to pet and to talk to; he wasn’t sure why, but Dan’s boss had agreed to it some time ago, and ever since, it had become a habit. 

“Down, Cujo,” you said gently when the dog, a large and old Saint Bernard that would never even hurt a fly, tried to jump up on an empty gurney that had been left in the hallway. “Good boy.” 

Dan turned around, then, smiling and giving an awkward wave to you and the dog as he sighed a little, hoping that his nervousness would not get the better of him. “(Y/N), Cujo.” 

“Dan,” you grinned as you approached, letting go of the dog’s lead in order to wrap your arms around him tightly for a moment, the dog sniffed at his feet as you pulled away, being sure to speak over the thunder that had started to growl. “How are you? How’s Azzie?” 

He shrugged, kneeling down to gently pat Cujo, who was a very good boy and sat with his tail sweeping along the slick floor. “Pretty good... my niece invited me to her birthday party - she said she wanted to ask because I’m her cool uncle.” 

You chuckled at that, bending down slightly to unclip the lead from Cujo’s collar, you stuffed it into your pocket as the cat came bounding down the hallway before rubbing up against the dog’s legs and purring loudly, but when the dog laid down, the cat jumped on his back and made himself at home, causing you to laugh softly. “Look at that.”

“It’s cute,” Dan smiled, nodding a little before he cleared his throat and looked at you. “Uh, Abra, my niece, she uh... she asked if there was someone I wanted to, y’know, bring along.” 

You raised your brow at him, a curious smile on your face as you hummed. “Did Abra ask you that, or did her parents ask?” 

“Both,” he admitted, shrugging. 

The thunder escalated, becoming louder, so loud that it made Dan flinch and his heart beat faster than normal, his hands shaking slightly, and the scared Azzie soon slipped down to lie against Cujo’s side, causing the dog to lay his head on his paws and sigh. 

“Well, I could come along,” you mused. “I mean, if you... if you wanna bring along, a... a significant other, that is.” 

Starting to blush, Dan rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at the cat and dog, anywhere but at you as he hoped his nerves wouldn’t get the better of him. “Are... are you asking...” 

“Asking you out?” You grinned, nodding. “Yeah, but, y’know... we can go as friends if that’s what you’d-” 

“No! No, I mean, uh...” he trailed off, shaking his head. “I, uh, I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while, I mean, you’re amazing, (y/n), and I, uh, y’know... just... are you sure you want me? Are you sure you wanna be with me?” 

“Daniel Torrance,” you laid your hand on his shoulder and gave it a little squeeze as you licked your lips. “I have had the biggest crush on you for a while, in all honesty, and if it’s alright with you, I’d like for you to, y’know, be my boyfriend.” 

“I’d like that,” he told you softly, placing his hand over yours. “But, uh, Azzie’s pretty scared of thunder, so could... could you and Cujo stay for a little while?” 

“I’m here until nine,” you gently replied, “after that, we have to go and open up the clinic... but nine is a long time away, Doctor Sleep.”