One Shots [Requests Closed]

Hollywood Undead: Danny

Theresa goes upstairs into her's and her husband's Danny's room. She flops down on their bed and opens up her Instagram. She searches up "Danny Murillo" and clicks the 'tags' button. She looks through the different photos of her husband, smiling at them.

Her smile fades when she finds one that surprises her. It's a photo of Danny at strip club, except he's not watching, he's the one who's stripping. "Daniel" Theresa furiously yells from their bedroom, anger rising in her.

Danny sits down stairs lightly strumming his guitar when all of the sudden he hears his wife yell his name from upstairs. He put his guitar down and goes up the stairs fast, not sure if Theresa was mad or upset.

When he gets into the room he leans against the door frame. When he looks up at Theresa's face he instantly knows that she is pissed off and he's in trouble. He gulps and walks into their bedroom, closer her to his love. "Y-yes" he stammers out. It's not that he's cared of Theresa, he just doesn't want to fight.

"Why don't you explain this picture to me" she states in a very serious and strict tone. He looks at the photo and raises his eyebrows as he sees it. He goes over and shuts the bedroom door then goes back to Theresa.

"Look, babe... Um, There's something I need to tell you" Danny nervously states as he looks over at Theresa.

"What?! That you're a stripper?!" She yells at him, Danny sighs and looks down.

"Yes, I am. I'm sorry I never told you. It's just something I started when I was younger, before you and I ever met, because I needed money at the time, and I just never gave up because I love dancing." Danny explains to Theresa in a soft voice.

"So, giving other girls lap dances is what you like to do on your spare time?! You know, all of those times you said you were going out late at night, I just thought you were cheating on me." Theresa cries, her voice breaking and tears rolling down her face.

Daniel's face turns very soft, sorrowful and sad. He tries to wipe Theresa's tears with his thumb but she just moves away from him.

"Look, baby, I don't do one on one. I don't go off with anyone, I just dance on a stage, nothing more. And I fucking love you with all of my heart, I would never ever cheat on you. You are my only one. Being slowly tortured for the rest of eternity would hurt less then even the thought of losing you. Theresa Murillo, I love you with all of my heart and please don't ever think otherwise."

Danny says to Theresa as he stares into her eyes. He then wipes her tears with his hand and holds her close to him. Theresa melts into Danny's large, muscular figure. He lightly runs his fingers through her hair as she cries into him.

Danny moves and get's down on his knees in front of her so he can look at her properly. "Baby, I love you and I'm really sorry I didn't tell you and please don't cry." Danny tries to sooth. A smirk makes its way onto his face as he gets an idea. "I can even show you one of my routines, if you want?" Danny smirks.

"Okay.. Fine" Theresa finally gives in, but she's still somewhat mad. Danny smiles and stands up, kissing her cheek as he stands up. He goes into their walk in closet and puts on his 'get-up'.

"Close your eyes" Danny instructs to his wife. "Are they closed?" He asks.

"Yes" she replies back. He comes out and gets some music on. He presses the play button on the stereo and goes over to Theresa. "Alright, open" he says and she opens her eyes.

"They call me, LA's finest" he says and starts to dance for his love.